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cruesuffix · 3 days

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adding onto my streamer au…here’s something!

“Vince’s Gossip Corner: gossiping about the band addition!”

Vince’s room for the most part is dark, bar the pink LED lights he always uses. The man of the hour is off camera, rummaging around for a couple of things. There’s already a flood of comments coming in. It’s clear they’re all excited for another edition of Vince’s well beloved livestreams. It had been a month since Vince got himself a twitch account. The rest of the band had been pestering him to make an account.

Apparently they couldn’t call themselves the “emo hype house” if one of the members didn’t have a twitch or youtube channel. It didn’t really make much sense to him, but just to appease the guys (and get them off his back a bit) he made one. He didn’t know what to do at first, he wasn’t as good at playing video games like Mick was, and he didn’t want to just react to videos like Nikki and Tommy did. Some of the fans simply suggested he do whatever interested him. There were only two things that interested Vince: makeup and gossip.

So here he was now, combining the two in a segment he liked to call “Vince’s Gossip Corner.” He only ever streamed on Thursdays, probably because that was the only time he wasn’t busy doing other cooler things. Vince walked into the camera view, holding a bunch of makeup products in his arms. He smiled at the camera and sat down.

“Welcome losers! We’re back again for another edition of Gossip Corner! We have a lot to talk about, but before we get into that, I’d like to show you the look we’re going to be attempting today.” He greeted the audience, right before shoving his phone into the camera.

After a minute of trying to focus on his phone, a picture appeared clear as day. It was a closeup of a 1920’s film star in glam makeup. The comments erupted with skepticism, everyone was sure Vince wouldn’t be able to pull off the look.

glamkitty88: oh this is…

vincesgurl: you would EAT this look ong

poppy: you still have time to reconsider girliepop

“Ok I know this looks a bit complicated, but i could totally do it! Let’s be a bit more positive in the chat please.”

Throwing on a headband to get his bangs out of the way, Vince started by priming his face. Occasionally, in order to keep his fans engaged, he’d read out comments and answer questions.

“‘What’s Nikki doing today?’ ummm…I’m not sure…I think he said something about washing Mick’s hair on stream later today? I have no idea why though, I’ll probably pop into his stream later and see.” He answered a viewers question. It only fuels silly comments about those two.

“Guys wow, you gotta stop this!” He says in between giggles. “You guys are so weird!” He referred to a nikkimick shippers comments.

“Ok, ok, anyways…today I wanted to just be silly and gossip a bit with you guys, but this time I wanna talk about the band! I never talk about them on my streams, and I think they think they’re safe…well they aren’t!” He announced, bringing the attention back to the topic at hand.

“They’ve been real moronic lately I’m not gonna lie to you guys…who here say Mick’s last stream? He literally fell asleep on camera! It was so funny, I’m so happy I saw it live this time.”

micksgf: dude that was so funny! i literally gifted five subs to see if my message could wake him up and nothing happened!

yoongles: wait is he doing another moldy stream this week? i always miss it! :(

guitarhxro: i’m going to ask him to play guitar when he’s like that and see what happens!

fivealive: omg i was there!! didn’t nikki have to call him just to wake him up? that was gold!

joeyxmokey: you should have seen his face when he realized he was streaming it! i screenrecorded the whole thing if anyone wants to see it!

“Guys no but like I hate when he does those streams…cause I’m never there to see them! I literally always miss them and I keep telling Tommy to record a stream for me and he never does!” Vince whined as he dabbed some foundation on his face. The shade was noticeably too light for his complexion. Nobody said anything.

“These jerks don’t even think about me! Like I wanna watch those streams and I get nothing. He’s so hilarious when he’s like that though, you guys should see what he does off camera!” Vince continued, throwing in a little tease to the fans, who reacted appropriately.

davidmustardstain: ong vince you better release the footage

mimisworld: FILM HIM

kurtnovain: bros always saying stuff like this…just film him bro it ain’t that hard!

“Anyways, anyone else hear the news about Nikki?” Vince shrugged, changing the subject.

nikkisgirl: omg what?

nikkimyboo: i think i heard something about him and vanity…pls don’t let it be true!!

publikenemy: i don’t even know if i wanna know now!

“Well, last night Nikki told me…what’s her name? Umm…the crazy little black chick he’s always hanging around?”

merrygodown: vanity!!

“Oh,” Vince laughed, squinting at the name on the screen. “Thanks merry go down, yeah Vanity…well, and you didn’t hear this from me, but Nikki told me she proposed to him last night!”

nikkisgirl: NO

nikkisgirl: SAY SIKE PLS

yoongles: oh that’s not-

321beep: i’m going to kay em ess if this is true

nikkismyboo: does that mean i have to change my name now?

micksgf: brother euuughh

guitarhxro: oh but she’s not even that cute like that’s cringe ngl

Vince laughed as he read the comments. He was so amused by all the people badmouthing Vanity. He wondered if they knew none of them ever had a chance with Nikki in the first place.

micksgf: well at least mickey poo is single

“EWWW MICKS GIRLFRIEND WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?!” Vince erupted in laughter at the comment. He screenshot the comment to show Mick later on.

He took a chance at quickly glancing at the viewfinder. He gasped at what he saw. He was pure white.

“Guys seriously? Why did no one tell me i look like a damn ghost in here?” he exclaimed, trying to blend everything out. obviously he was still pale white. He wondered if this shade would match Mick’s skin tone. He made a mental note to try it out on him tomorrow.

Meanwhile the comments were still reeling from his previous revelation.

publikenemy: yo vince you gonna tell us the truth??

yoongles: stop deflecting ho!!

321beep: no one cares about the foundation!!

kurtnovain: gay boy what’s the deal with nikki just tell us!!

“Ok first of all, don’t call me gay boy! Second of all, i told you already, Vanity tried to propose to Nikki…and he said yes! Yep that’s right jealous bitches Nikki ain’t yours no more so go cry to ya mama and stop annoying me about it!” Vince revealed, clapping his hands.

nikkisgirl: ONG I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

wildgirl69: what no

nikkismyboo: what if this was my thirteenth reason?

The reactions were eye roll worthy, but Vince simply went back to dabbing concealer under his eyes and over any blemishes.

“Anyways… oh guys did you know one of Tommy’s girls got him a dirt bike? It’s literally outside our house right now and i wanna ride it so bad. I’m waiting for Tommy to leave so I can take it out for a spin. Literally I’m so jealous, my girl never gets me anything.” Vince lamented.

heavensdemons: aye if you don’t want her i’ll take her :)

“nuh uh mods ban that ho! No one makes jokes about stealing my girl in front of me! Evil behaviour…didn’t your parents ever teach ya some manners? Anyways…oh you’ll never believe who was at the store the other day. Axl Rose, just at the store buying Chex Mix right in front of me! I would have never pegged him as a cereal kind of guy, he kinda looks like he just wakes up and doesn’t eat anything…like just puts on clothes and just walks out the door. Like Tommy, that guy doesn’t eat a thing! Wait…ok umm, how am i going to do these eyebrows though? skinny like an anor- wait am i allowed to make that joke?”

bestiewestie: oh vince…

nikkisgirl: not cool dude!

mimisworld: vince gon get cancelled for the fifth time this week!

guitarhxro: bro thought he cooked with that one

“No guys wait, i love all my anorexic fans! y’all are cool hope you get better or something!”

micksgf: dodged a bullet!

nikkismyboo: where’s your ukulele?!

bbgirl: apology video with tears NOW

Vince tried hard to stifle a laugh as he moved on to contour. He wasn’t really sure what he should contour since the girl in the photo didn’t seem to have any on. With a shrug, he simply put it where he always did, his nose and cheekbones. Before he could say anything else, his phone rang. Looking down, he laughed as soon as he saw the contact name.

“Guys wait, it’s Mick! I’m putting him on speaker.”

Holding the phone up to his mic, he answered it.

Vince: “What up?”

Mick: Hey man…uhhh, I think I lost my keys, can you open the door?”

Mick sounded just a bit wasted, which only amused Vince more.

Vince: “Where were you?”

Mick: “Nunya, now open the door dipshit!”

Vince: Hey you’re on speaker, be nice!”

Mick: “I’m what? Are you doing a stream?”

Vince: “Yep!”

Mick: “Oh cool.”

Mick raised his voice so the audience could hear him clearly.

Mick: “Hey, uh, if anyones getting bored by this fruity ass livestream I’m doing a stream myself soon so come over to my channel: 1313mars if you want to see me…do something I guess, I don’t know.”

Vince pulled the phone away from the mic a bit.

Vince: “Dude stop plugging your shit on my channel!”

Mick: “Can you just hurry up and get your ass over here, I’m cold as hell out here.”

Vince: “Don’t you have a jacket?”

Mick: “I didn’t bring it cause i thought it wasn’t gonna be cold.”

Vince: “Were you at Jack’s place again?”

Mick: “Yeah…I- wait I’m not trying to have a conversation with you right now, I need you to open. the. door!”

“I would…but i’m busy! Ask Nikki!” Vince cheerfully replied. He could hear Mick start to curse him out but quickly hung up on him before a word could be made out. The last thing he needed was a channel violation notice.

“I’m telling you guys from now, if he starts a Moldy Stream tonight i’m ditching you guys.” Vince announced.

gulphoe: bffr we’d leave your ass before you could!

micksgf: sorry vinnie i’m leaving as soon as i get the notif

kingtommyland: don’t do the eyebrows it’s going to make you look bad!

“Whatever you losers! Do you think Nikki let him in yet?”

mimisworld: i’ve been watching both yours and nikki’s stream and he just got up and left!

micksgf: WAIT MICKS IN NIKKIS ROOM MY BESTIE JUST SENT ME A SCREENSHOT!!

rightriot: lmaoo vince he’s tearing you up on nikki’s stream rn

kiki: he just called you a carpet muncher…you gon let that slide?

“A what? girl i’m not a lesbian what’s he talking about?”

wildgirl69: he’s beating your ass in the stream lmaoo

“What’s he saying?”

kirikiribonito: he called you gay and said he doesn’t like watching your fruity little livestreams!

Vince scoffed.

“Nobody’s forcing him to watch!”

midnightbarber: he said you look like the ghost of christmas past if it just got run over by a porsche

“GHOSTS CAN’T GET RUN OVER BY CARS!” Vince yelled out. Mick’s voice could be heard even in the background.

“THEN WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT, CASPER?!”

Vince gasped, he looked at the camera as if the audience could help him.

“Motherfucker just called me Casper…I’m going to destroy all his streaming equipment, I’d like to see what he does then.”

bbgirl: you ain’t gonna do shit!!

Before he could answer, a notification popped up on Vince’s phone.

“New Notification: 1313mars started a livestream “vimce niel neds to jmp of a brdge!1!1!”

Vince squinted at the notification and grinned. His viewer count was slowly going down as everyone moved onto the “better” stream of the night. He looked up at the camera.

“Sorry losers I suddenly have something better to do now, I gotta go, but I’ll be back next Thursday…on the dot. Oh, and Mick I know you ain’t watching but I’m going to destroy you…just you wait.”

wildgirl69: he really thought he ate with that one

micksgf: CRINGE

Vince quickly turns off the stream and his camera, heading over to Mick’s stream which was barely a minute in.

#this was fun #idc anymore i’m just gonna shitpost like this now #literally half assed this and i love it #i may be cringe but i am free #crüe shitposting #crüe fanfics #crüe headcanons #this shit is a game to me i pull this outta my ass and it’s fun #like i’m not here for the long run so might as well have fun with it

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beardedhandstoadshark · 2 years

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Just beat the third boss (after five tries of getting absolutely nothing and then instantly beating it in one minute, lock-on gear my beloved) and I‘m really liking the “ancient golem/protector from another time“ vibes they have here

(Also Chronos Towers...Key of Time...it just fits)

#rodea the sky soldier #<- filling this entire tag with my ...gamethough blog notes? Can they be called that? I guess #no wait playthrough is the correct term #also rip second guy I forgot his name #died from being jealous of an arm...?#...they’re all gonna have weird ways of referring to themselves aren’t they #the only chapter I didn’t get a C for my time for #ingame journal entry 0

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haleigh-sloth · 3 years

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Sorry to bother but do we know what shouto says/thinks in the new chapter because i recognize the dabi kanjis but nothing else? Also kind of weirded out how it's sometimes touya sometimes dabi like I understand with the outsiders but i would expect the todo fam to call him touya still? Seems inconsistent

Ha, funny that you sent this because I wasn’t even aware of this until I saw this translation post by @todomitoukei (check it out)

Anyway—I’m not worried about it. But I don’t think it’s on accident that Horikoshi is doing this.

Kinda what Kia said in her translation post (because idk the phrasing so I’m relying on her translation for this take)—Shouto is thinking to himself, like he trails off.

So take a look at the Todofam situation. Shouto immediately empathized with his brother. Immediately. But then??

Whatever Rei said to Shouto, convinced Shouto to work alongside his dad for this issue.

And what have we seen so far?

Two separate occasions, Shouto is still trying to keep his word and do this alongside Endeavor.

Shouto also just witnessed his friend come back in a really terrible mental state from going rogue. On his own with All Might (<<<this is important). So even though Shouto’s immediate response was to go out on his own and do it himself, he decided to hold back and make it a father/son effort.

But what happened when Midoriya went alone with All Might and nobody else? Nothing. Nothing was accomplished. I’m not saying that to spite the shitty arc, I’m saying that they even acknowledged themselves in canon that they aren’t any closer to finding the LOV.

So we have Shouto insisting on working alongside his dad, the number 1 hero. And what has been accomplished since then? Nothing.

What I’m trying to say is—the pro heroes are holding the kids back.

In more ways than one. All Might referred to Touya as “Dabi” in front of Shouto last chapter, and Shouto didn’t say anything. And now all of a sudden (for the first time!) we see Shouto refer to him as Dabi in his own head. But—he’s thinking on it. It’s like, the adults’ shitty morale is seeping into the kids’ optimistic ideals.

All this to say—I don’t think Shouto will make any progress on saving his brother until he fully realizes that he really is the only one who can do it. He can’t do it with his dad. Endeavor will not be the one to do it, it’s gotta be, and it’s gonna be Shouto. But Shouto is still stuck on “together with Endeavor”, which is basically saying without words “yeah, they’re not gonna accomplish anything together.”

So, what Kia said in her translation—it seems like it’s a step backwards trying to separate “Dabi” from “Touya”. And it is. And I think it’s supposed to be, because last chapter All Might’s words toward Dabi specifically were incredibly callous. And I think his callous words have Shouto thinking that he has to keep the two identities of his brother separate. Like he thinks he must do this in order to accomplish reaching his brother. Which is a step backwards, thanks to the lovely morale of the pro-heroes rubbing off on the kids.

So basically my point is that I don’t think Shouto is going to fully realize that Touya and Dabi are one and the same, and he isn’t going to make any progress toward reaching his brother until he separates himself from the pro heroes, Endeavor specifically.

(And I promise there’s a point to this next bit) This is exactly the issue with Midoriya too. He very much reminds Shigaraki of All Might. Shigaraki puts all the blame for his torment toward All Might.

So what does Midoriya have to do? He has to break away from All Might in order to reach Shigaraki.

And just how Shigaraki sees another All Might in Midoriya, Touya just sees another Endeavor in Shouto. Not the abusive tendencies, but Shouto following the plan Endeavor laid out for him.

So the conclusion the villains and their kids have to come to is:

Midoriya ≠ All Might

Shouto ≠ Endeavor

Once the kids come to this realization for themselves, their villains will see it in their actions and realize it for themselves. And that’s when they’ll be reachable.

I hope this makes sense. Because that’s the conclusion I came to when finding out Shouto said this! I have no doubt he’ll save his big brother, he just has to separate himself from Endeavor in order to do it 💙

#bnha #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #bnha spoilers #shimura tenko #Todoroki touya #Todoroki shouto #Shouto #bnha asks #anonymous #bnha 336 #Dabi #dabi bnha #Todoroki enji #bnha endeavor #Midoriya izuku #bnha deku #bnha meta

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Hi, I was reading your post about Jason punching Dick in the face when Dick revealed he fake his death was bullshit ( which it was) and it reminded me of an issue/question that has bothered me for sometime.

Why did people believe Dick was actually dead?

I’m not the most avid comic reader so maybe I missed something but it was always weird to me that everyone just accepted this especially given how Bruce was acting or should I say wasn’t acting.

This is a man when his child died another child had to come along and told him sir you are being too violent and emotional you need supervision. When his other child died he went all over the universe to bring him back to life because he knew it was possible ( which was happening at the same time), so why didn’t anyone think it was weird he wasn’t doing that for Dick. Can you imagine Dick really dying that soon after Damian it would be injustice Batman Version. You are telling me that Tim, Jason or Barbara didn’t think it was weird that Bruce didn’t also bring Dick’s corpse to the bring Damian back to life mission or mention it to themselves. Like what more likely Dick dead and Bruce is handling it well or that he fake his death to do something stupid and Dangerous after his partner/brother/ little bit my son the feelings are complicated died after he was knocked out and woke up to his corpse.

Oh man, this is like, the entire nature of my beef?

(Slight derail just to emphasize the fact real quick that Dick DID actually die, he was just revived quickly, but like, the trauma of his death was very real and its not like anyone was clued into Luthor having a resurrection backdoor built into his literal murder of Dick in the actual moment of it happening. So Dick’s death wasn’t fake, and additionally, he didn’t have anything to do with like, telling people about it, because he was literally comatose in the cave and recovering while Bruce was telling people....by the time Dick woke up in the cave, we already know that Alfred at least had already been convinced by Bruce that Dick was dead, so I have a kneejerk need to pushback against the Dick faked his death narrative by reminding people wherever possible that Dick had no agency in the spreading of that narrative.

It happened without him being involved, and the only actual contribution he ever made to it was just not revealing he was alive before Grayson #12, after Bruce like.....emotionally, mentally and physically badgered him into accepting that doing so would be directly harmful to his family and he didn’t want to be the reason more people died when like, people had just died because he ‘let’ himself be captured and interrogated by Power Woman’s Lasso of Submission, did he?

SORRY TO BE PEDANTIC, just wanted to start this off on a clarification, even though I know the aim of your ask was very much in tune with the rest of my response. A lot of people don’t read the actual comics, so like, I’m never gonna skip over an opportunity to emphasize that the shorthand people use to refer to Dick’s death and the year he was with Spyral, is like, literally just shorthand for describing it. Its not actually an accurate description of how all that went down and who had the most hand in it).

BUT ANYWAY. BACK TO THE MEAT OF THE BEEF.

Okay so like, not only was the entire family and Bruce himself giving Dick shit for his death and Spyral, like, PAINFULLY egregious because it was literal victim blaming in every possible sense of the word....

None of it made a LICK of sense with ANY of their characterizations, and they ONLY all accepted it on face value because the Plot Demanded It, and when you're like, no, as a reader I say The Plot Demanded It is not a good enough reason for me to be like well sure, that makes sense......looking at the characters ACTUAL actions at face value pretty much just makes them all look like assholes?

Like, Tim has never gracefully accepted anyone's death. Ever. This is core characterization for him. He will go to the ends of the earth for his loved ones and to bring them back, prove they're not dead, refuse to let death be the final verdict for them. He was tempted to use the Lazarus Pit to bring his parents back to life. He refused to accept Bruce was dead long before he had any proof whatsoever of that theory. He tried to clone his BFF/future-husband Kon in his fucking basement like, dude was two whole inches away from going Full Dark Side in his quest to bring back a lost loved one no matter WHAT the cost.....and then you've got Dick unmasked onscreen, killed offscreen, and Bruce then reporting to the rest of them with zero inflection 'oh Dick's dead now. Its very sad' and Tim's just like, sure. Sounds legit.

I mean?!?!

And you're SO RIGHT ABOUT THE DAMIAN THING! Bruce LITERALLY LITERALLY LITERALLY went BEYOND the ends of the Earth, like, he full on chartered a fucking space ship to fly his whole family out to APOKOLIPS to bring Damian back from the dead by going to EXTREME lengths.....WHILE everyone else thought Dick was dead....

And not a single person looked at Bruce and was like, okay, not that we're not down to do this for Damian because we miss Stabby Smurf something fierce ourselves, but.....what the fuck is UP with you dude? Why aren't you displaying ANY hint of this same kind of energy in regards to your eldest son that you said you watched die right in front of you?

Like....I don't know that we were actually ever told that Dick's coffin was empty or had a fake in it, but like....this family of detectives who refuse to accept death, defy death, COME BACK FROM THE DEAD....not a single one of them said like, okay, if I'm gonna like, ACCEPT accept that Dick is dead and gone for good, I need to at least just see him one last time? That's literally all it would have taken for someone to realize hey something's a little wonky here. Where's the dead body, Pops?

Since when has Jason ever missed an opportunity to prove Bruce is a) full of shit, b) acting like an emotionless robot and all his kids deserve better especially when they've just like....died, c) just factually incorrect and wrong and jumped to a conclusion before it was conclusively proved, d) lying like a liar or e) all of the above?

Nobody even ASKED if Dick's body could be put in a Lazarus Pit? Yeah, Jason wouldn't necessarily recommend it himself, given what it put him through, but actually fuck that, I take that back, because I'm NOT actually of the opinion that Jason full on hates his life and actively spends every second of every day wishing he hadn't been resurrected, even if it had come with a huge buffet of additional trauma and pain.

And that's kinda what's implied when people just take it for granted that he would never be on board with any scenario involving using a Lazarus Pit to bring Dick back, because it suggests that based even just on his own experiences and feelings, he honestly believes Dick would prefer being dead and not have ANY further opportunities to be with his loved ones, his friends, help save the damn world again at some future point.....that Jason, projecting based just off himself, legit feels Dick would rather be dead than have another shot at life even WITH the downsides of Lazarus Pit usage? Nope. Sorry, I don't buy it.

Speaking of not buying it.....you know what was missing from all those soliloquies the others monologued at Dick about how they felt and were hurt and just devastated by his death, to such a point they can't seem to muster a single shred of happiness that he's NOT dead still -

(seriously, Damian was the ONLY person in ALL THE LANDS OF EMOTION-HAVING who expressed ANY kind of positive reaction to having Dick back. We were so fucking cheated of like.....ANY opportunity to have the characters show just how much they valued him by just being fucking HAPPY he was alive, no matter what else was involved....and then most of fandom compounded that by for years being like mmmm, no, Dick didn't get yelled at enough by his family for what HE put THEM through. Needs more yelling. More punching too. Bad Dick. Bad. This is the only way you'll learn not to die and get shipped off on a mission that you don't want but at least is to protect your family after being beaten into it by your dad whilst victim blaming you for dying in the first place. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN TO THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE AND THEIR FEELINGS FOR A CHANGE, DICK?!?)

- But like, BUT I DIGRESS aside....you know what was missing from all those monologues about how hard DICK'S death and ensuing year of basically exile from his loved ones was for EVERYONE BUT HIM?

We never got a single line of explanation as to what everyone else officially thinks even happened to him in the first place?

Like, did Bruce straight up just say oh bad news kids, your brother umm. Expired. Spontaneously. There's no one to blame, he just keeled over, its all very sad.

Is that how that went down?

You're telling me that the explanation of Dick's death didn't come with a single pointed finger at someone for this family of blame-happy vigilantes to like, BLAME for the loss of this brother they all mourned oh so much, they just couldn't help but blame him for all the hurt it caused them?

The family that in every other fic is like OBSESSED with avenging and being avenged and all things vengeful and even tangentially vengeance-y....like didn't ask for a single detail on whomst the fuck deprived us of our brother-having?

Where were the attempts on Luthor's life by Jason (who I mean, yeah I know it was in a previous continuity, but erasing that timeline doesn't erase my awareness of the time Dick killed Jason's murderer so like.....mmm, just saying, woulda been nice)....where was the rage directed at the Crime Syndicate and references to how seriously and personally the Batfam took making sure that they were PUNISHED for all this and would never be free to wreak havoc on their world or their family again? What did they tell Damian when he came back to life, and how are you going to tell me that this fraternal little ball of fury didn't aim himself like a cannonball at whomever the fuck had DARED take HIS Batman from him when Damian wasn't around to have his back?

Not only does everyone else's desire to be avenged start falling really flat the second you factor in hey maybe Dick feels "mmm what about MY avenging" sometimes, and why doesn't anyone ever care about doing that for him.....but also, y'know what REALLY sucks about the ONLY person we actually SEE being blamed for Dick's death and ensuing absence being like....Dick himself?

Not only were his family all super keen on making all of this HIS fault and HIM the bad guy because of how it made them all feeeeeeel (and meanwhile fuck his feelings, am I right Batfam hfaklshfklahfkla).....

They somehow found a way to justify prioritizing this OVER ever even getting around to blaming some villain for his death in the FIRST place, in the entire year or so they thought he was still dead!

Like, you couldn't come up with a single target in all that time, but Dick's back two seconds, and you don't even give him a chance to EXPLAIN before you're punching him, shutting him down with 'I expected better from you' and turning away with 'I don't want to hear it, why am I surprised Dick Grayson disappointed me again'?

afshklfhalfhalfhla

Make it make sense!

And like, it won't, cuz it doesn't, and it never will, and like I said at the top, the ONLY reason it all played out this way is because DC doesn't give a fuck about character development and deemed it necessary to go down this way for the sake of the plot (which was totes worth it, I mean, glad we sacrificed characters for this A+ plot which was clearly the greatest plot of all time and definitely justified every story choice made or not made around it loooool).

BUT.

BUT BUT BUT.

The problem isn't JUST that DC is stupid, even though that is an eternal mood and quite the problem.

Its that the SECOND large parts of fandom decided to play along with DC and just accept the story at face value, only add to it and play into it exactly as it happened in canon with no significant deviations, and like, heaping on the LITERAL abuse from Dick's siblings while ignoring the LITERAL abuse from his father....

THAT....is when all of this becomes relevant.

Because the second people decided TO engage with the reasoning DC gave for what Bruce did and how and what Dick did and how and just not mess with any of that and have it all play out exactly like that...

The second people are like, okay we're FINE with not just dismissing this story as OOC writing that doesn't make any sense, and actually VALIDATING it to various degrees by engaging with it as is....

That's when 'OOC writing' stops being an excuse or explanation for alllll of the above gaps in character logic and actions.

Because its like, when you had abundant chance to REJECT this story and say nope, this was bullshit from start to finish and I'm not here for it, when you were just as capable of transforming literally ANY aspect of this story you didn't like into something that made more sense to you....

And you chose not to.

That's.....accepting it as valid writing. You were like, okay, I'm game to just treat this as a thing that happened, just like they said that happened.

For the chance to give Dick shit for it, see. For the angst, see.

And that's when I'm like okay cool, so when engaging with this story as is and accepting it on face value and just delving into the characters as they were SHOWN interacting with and around these events......for the angst or whatever....

You guys just all decided en masse to just hop, skip and jump over allllllllll the opportunities for angst inherent in examining even ANY SINGLE ONE of the above lapses in judgment or hypocrisy on the parts of the characters (who don't get to be excused by OOC writing if you're not going to call the story an example of OOC writing, whoops).

And its just like, uh, what's up with that?

#lol thank you for this ask tho #I havent gone on a good Spyral rant in months #it does wonders for my pores

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it’s time for the “overanalyzing one-off lines” show!

so the very first thing magnus says when he sees pit in chapter 2 of kid icarus: uprising is as follows:

“Well, I didn’t expect to see an angel here. Hope this doesn’t mean I’ve kicked the bucket.”

now, i’m not sure if you’re aware, but that’s a really weird thing for someone to say, and it’s even more weird that no one comments on it. pit and palutena go on talking about unrelated things, as if that’s a totally normal and expected thing for magnus to say.

now, if you’re like me, you probably also didn’t really react to this line the first few times you saw it. it’s the second chapter, kiu has a lot of slightly-odd lines which turn out to be foreshadowing. me, personally? my first thought was “oh, i guess angels are probably associated with escorting the dead to the afterlife,“ and then i moved on.

they’re not, though. that’s what reapers do. and there’s no way humans have these two races mixed up. just fucking look at them.

do they look anything alike to you??? no. they don’t. which raises the question of why, exactly, magnus said that.

now, we don’t know a lot about angels as a whole. pit (and by extension dark pit) is emphatically not the gold standard of angeldom. we can assume he looks fairly ordinary for an angel, seeing as no one has trouble identifying him as such. beyond that, though, a lot of what we know about angels comes from what pit isn’t. for starters, he can’t fly. and there’s something else, too, but i’ll get to that later.

before that, though, i’m gonna go through the various unsubstantiated comments made by people with a dubious level of authority on the subject. (incidentally, i sourced these screenshots from the wiki— much more convenient than trying to dig through youtube for every single random conversation.)

without any further ado! let’s get into it!

Angels as Messengers

Gaol: Aw, Palutena’s little messenger boy. And Magnus, it’s always a pleasure. (src)

in the specific context of overanalyzing magnus’s first line, this is an important sentence to pick out. magnus and gaol are both humans, both with presumably a fairly similar history as mercenaries up until gaol got stuffed in a suit of armor. but while magnus makes a weird comment about death, gaol calls pit a messenger.

and pit agrees with her!

Viridi: I wish I had an angel to do my bidding. It’s like having an intern.

Pit: I’m not an intern. I’m a messenger of the gods!

Viridi: Poor Pit. Don't you know that the definition of angel is "errand spirit"? (src)

this particular conversation is the most insight we get into angels as a whole, i think. viridi thinks of angels as like divine interns, there to do little tasks for gods, and palutena doesn’t exactly disagree with her. pit says they’re specifically messengers, which lines up with biblical mythology. i could see the traditional role of angels in the world of KI being exactly that, showing up to tell the humans what the gods have to say because the gods themselves are too busy being petty jerks to do it themselves.

The Angel’s Code of Conduct

Magnus: You go in fully dressed? Don't you at least want to change into a...swimming tunic or something?

Pit: Oh, no no no! The angel's code of conduct says that we must always be ready for duty.

Magnus: I guess you wouldn't be an angel if you didn't do things by the book. (src)

Pit: Hey! You know the angel's code of conduct! I need to be prepared at all times! (src)

another random little thing is the angel’s code of conduct. without a larger sample size, we can’t know if it’s a real thing or just an excuse to save on laundry, but apparently it’s against the rules to not be on call at all times. in pit’s case, the duty he has to be ready for is doing palutena’s dirty work, but it can easily mean just about anything— including, of course, being a messenger.

No Warrior

Chariot Master: But you are no warrior, angel. Tell me, why do you fight?

Pit: I fight for Lady Palutena. And I fight for the people under her protection!

Chariot Master: That's not reason enough for an angel. (src)

remember how i said there was something else weird about pit? the chariot master seems to think angels aren’t very prone to battle— or perhaps even that they’re actively opposed to it. this lines up well with the idea that they’re supposed to be messengers, peaceful go-betweens for gods and mortals. this does not line up well with pit, the adorable weapon of mass destruction.

and it also does absolutely nothing to explain the question driving the whole existence of this post.

you know what does kinda lean towards an explanation?

No Other Angels

Pit: Do all gods have their own angels, like you have me?

Palutena: No, I don't think that's necessarily the case. (src)

i said before that the Intern Pit conversation had the most illuminating information on angels. this is what i was actually referring to. on its own, it’s pretty innocuous, but it’s just as weird as the magnus line. shouldn’t pit know about other angels, seeing as he is one himself? but he doesn’t know if there are other angels.

the only angels we ever see are him and his clone. no one ever directly references the existence of other angels, they only make general statements about what angels as a whole are like— statements which clearly don’t apply to pit, meaning they’re not just extrapolating based on the one angel that definitely does exist.

the one time someone does comment on the hypothetical existence of other angels, palutena gives a vague answer to the tune of “no,” the topic is changed, and no one brings it up again.

let’s go over everything i’ve established about angels up to this point. they can fly, they’re peaceful messengers of the gods, and pit is the only one that seems to exist as of the start of KIU.

it should be pretty obvious at this point what answer i’m dancing around, if it wasn’t obvious from the start. pit is the only angel around because all the other ones are dead. the reason why magnus said what he did is that his thought process went something like this:

See an angel.

Think “Aren’t angels extinct? Is that a ghost? Am I a ghost? I sure hope not.“

Make a quip about that.

Move on with his life, because he isn’t dead and evidently neither is this guy.

i’m not gonna pretend i went into this post with the intent of any other conclusion to that mystery. anyone who’s bothered glancing over a plot summary for the original kid icarus can draw that conclusion. it’s certainly what i did, reinforced by fics by people who had the same thought!

the truth, however, is that this was all a trick to get you to read my analysis of the theoretical nature of angels as a race. now that you’re invested, i’m going to dramatically throw aside my cape and reveal my TRUE FORM: telling people that fandom consensus is wrong, and my ideas are cooler and better than everyone else’s and you should all throw roses at my feet and bow before your king.

(or just, y’know, take it as the subjective analysis that it is. whatever floats your boat.)

Hot Takes

the original kid icarus does not actually tell you about angels going extinct. here’s the wiki article with the full text of the backstory, just for convenience, so you know what i’m on about for the rest of this post.

so, the part of the story that i think gets misinterpreted is this part about palutena’s army.

Medusa led a surprise attack on Palutena's army which could barely fend off the attack. Palutena's army suffered major losses and was heavily defeated in the final battle.

specifically, i think a lot of people interpret said army as having been made up at least partly of angels. sure, in the actual game it consists entirely of centurions, but you have to take old NES games with a grain of salt. i know i don’t buy for a second that pit was part of palutena’s guard before the original game (he was just too goddamn young), there’s nothing wrong with reinterpreting things.

recall everything i established about angels already, though. this is the hot official lore, from the game everyone knows and loves. angels are messengers, and if the chariot master is to be believed, never warriors. pit is an outlier. palutena’s army consists of centurions, not angels. if medusa wiped them out, it wasn’t because they were fighting for palutena.

(and honestly, i don’t think angels are necessarily associated with palutena exclusively. sure, she’s got the wing imagery, and she’s got the one known surviving angel working for her, at least up until pittoo is born. but angels are messengers of the gods, not messengers of palutena. again, pit is an outlier.)

which all brings us to the real question of this post.

what the FUCK happened to all the other angels? why is there only pit? why does magnus act surprised to see a messenger of the gods, and make a quip about being dead, if not because angels are otherwise extinct?! WHO KILLED THEM, AND WHY?!

thus concludes the “over analyzing one-off lines“ show. see you next, uh, maybe at some point if i feel like it!

(also another thought i had but couldn’t find room to fit it in properly: the gods don’t really act like angels are all extinct, but i feel like that can be explained through the sheer scale of a god’s lifespan. if we assume they were wiped out sometime around the original kid icarus (even if not as palutena’s army) then that’s a whole twenty-five years. that’s a long time for us humans, but for a god, that might as well be last tuesday. “yeah, i know what angels are like. sure wish i could have one. too bad palutena’s got a monopoly on the one single angel that medusa didn’t manage to wreck.”)

#kid icarus #kid icarus uprising #the things i think of at five am #i am just yelling and spewing thoughts and theories and headcanons #if anyone has their own thoughts to add go right ahead i am dying to know whether or not i'm actually breaking new ground with all this #or if there's some vital lore i missed #or anything like that #i am OPEN for CONVERSATION

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years

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Black

Prompts: After POF, Roman takes over the abandoned color black. He becomes the hated side that Virgil used to be. By most, anyway. Janus and Virgil are concered. Patton chooses to ignore it. Romans room is really cold? and boy is he touch starved - anon

(Sanders sides Prompt) Any one of the sides is touch starved. fluff. (You dont have to do this just thought I might ask) - anon

Hello there!! I just wanna say that I love your work and I think you’re such a talented writer. Idk if this is a weird ask but would you consider writing Roman angst with the song “it’s OK I wouldn’t remember me either” by crywank as like inspiration? Thank you so much <3 -anon

buckel up babes this one's a doozy

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Warnings: implied/reference self-harm by way of self-negligence, pretty intense self-hatred and neglect that could verge on suicidal, but NO ONE DIES, everyone's fine at the end, we don't break shit and not fix it in my house

Pairings: it is platonic found family hours

Word Count: 5697

Do you know what no one ever tells you about the color black?

It’s seamless.

There are no cracks, no tears, no imperfections, because everything’s so dark you can’t tell what’s a trick of the light and what isn’t. Everything blends together. At first, second, even third glance, it’s perfect. Pristine, even. It hides absolutely everything. It’s intimidating, honestly, that level of deception. The way it can make anything look like it’s meant to be there, as if to live the colorless and lightless life is all it was ever destined for.

Darkness has always found a way of feeling like home, even to the ones who are afraid of it.

You either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

Roman hadn’t wanted to go to the wedding. He didn’t want to go, but it’s what Patton wanted. It’s what Thomas would’ve wanted. If Roman hadn’t been so loud. But it hurt, it did, when they said that they shouldn’t go to the callback because there was such a slim likelihood of Thomas winning. Because Roman couldn’t win. But Roman wasn’t supposed to be the villain and do something bad so he sent Thomas to the wedding.

Bruises were supposed to be yellow, or green, or purple, not black.

But if he had yellow, green, or purple bruises, he would’ve blamed a yellow, green, or purple Side. And that was bad.

So he hid them, because as he learned, no one was looking for them anyway. Patton cared when he didn’t show up to the video and then he was there and oh, having someone there, even if they only cared a little, was like rainfall in a desert, it was wonderful, Roman would’ve sung if he thought it wouldn’t make everything worse. But Roman was good, so he never complained, and he did his job to the best of his ability.

But what if his job was bad?

But there are two Creativities, a Roman and a Remus. And no one else liked Remus, because Remus was bad and Roman was good. But Remus isn’t bad, he’s just the opposite of Roman. And Roman didn’t want to be Remus because Remus was bad. But Remus isn’t bad.

Creativity isn’t bad.

Bruises aren’t supposed to be black but they can’t be red.

Roman isn’t supposed to be the villain but what else do you call someone who laughs at vulnerability, who scorns people’s earnest attempts to help, who single-handedly ruins someone’s life?

Roman isn’t supposed to be the villain, but bruises aren’t supposed to cover every inch of his skin unless he deserves it.

His skin burns. It crawls and aches and screams and darkens into bruises. His throat aches from the wordless screams and the horrible things he’s said to everyone. He’s been so selfish, he’s tried to make everything go his way, tried to make it about him, not about Thomas, because everything they do is supposed to help Thomas, help Thomas, that’s what they’re supposed to do, they’re supposed to help Thomas, not themselves, why is he doing this, why is he doing this?

Because he’s the villain.

Roman cries.

What else is he supposed to do?

He cries until the tears grow thick, sluggish, oozing out of his eyes until he can’t see anything but them, until his breath grows thick and his chest heavy. He cries until he has to struggle to open his eyes because of how swollen they are, how globulous the tears have become on the ends of his lashes. He cries until his head splits and his chest wails from the pain he isn’t supposed to have but deserves, deserves every little bit. He cries until his body is consumed by the bruises.

His costume is a straightjacket. He needs it off. The white hurts now, it burns his arms and cuffs his wrists. He doesn’t deserve it so he rips it off. Every seam that he ruins is another bruise. The rips are so loud they burrow into some soft part of his brain and live there. The white is still imperfect because it’s on him.

Only when his costume lies in tatters around him, his sash torn off and thrown away, far away, does the white look pure.

He cries himself to sleep with a smile on his face.

Far, far away, a black hoodie is tugged back into the Conscious Mindscape.

When Roman wakes, his head is full of static.

His lungs inflate and collapse on autopilot, driven by the merciless pump of some distant machine, turning the crank to draw air in and out, in and out.

His hands are numb, fingertips rubbed raw and inflamed from tearing relentlessly at fabric. He turns them slowly and it’s like watching himself in a video game.

His face is cold. He paws at his cheeks and feels sticky residue, etched into his skin. His eyes stick slightly when he blinks and he doesn’t know if that’s just his face or if there’s something else.

He is swathed in black fabric, an old threadbare hoodie that has gone years unloved, untouched, unseen. It’s selfishness that makes him tug it closer, feel a faint bubble of pressure on his screaming body.

He should get up, he should go make sure he hasn’t hurt anyone else with his tantrum again, he should apologize.

But…what would be the point?

Like Patton asked, does there come a point when someone keeps apologizing so much that you just have to admit they’re bad?

Roman isn’t good. Has he ever been?

Something interrupts the pleasant numbness and it shoots from his chest to the soft points at the base of his wrists, making his hands tingle. He decides he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want it. He wants everything to stop.

He’s selfish, they all know that, he’s just going to end up hurting them anyway, so why bother trying to fix it?

Apathy, his tired brain supplies when he lies there, unmoving, on the ground, for hours and hours and hours, unwilling and uncaring to fix things.

But that can’t be right. Roman is here because he cared too much, he did too much, he was too much. How can he now be the epitome of not caring at all?

If only he never cared, if only he wasn’t so attached, if only.

If only he had been Apathy, maybe he wouldn’t have been so hurt.

His pride got him here. His pride, his wants, his his his. He wanted everything and burned down the things that would’ve helped him get there because he couldn’t do it right. He is the villain and villains always have too much pride.

Pride. Apathy.

Prapathy.

Apride.

I’m not Creativity anymore, he thinks to himself as he lies there, still on the floor as his chest aches and his eyes sting and the sticky residue drips down his cheeks onto the bruises. He stares and stares and stares at the wall and a faint part of his mind that exists outside of the static realizes he never did get around to fixing that crack in the baseboard.

Pride, apathy. It doesn’t matter. There’s a much easier word that he can use to describe both of them.

Wrong.

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“I don’t know, Thomas,” Logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t think that’s a valid solution either.”

“But it makes sense,” Virgil protests, shoving his hands into his pockets, “all we have to do is not talk to anybody else—“

“But that will hurt their feelings!”

“But we won’t hurt ourselves.”

Janus and Patton look at each other for a moment before Patton sighs and scratches the back of his head.

“I—I don’t know, this…this feels weird.”

“None of us are happy about this, Padre,” Virgil mutters, “but it’s the best solution we’ve got.”

“Real high bar we’re setting there, isn’t it?”

“Listen, Snake Face, if you’ve got a better idea—“

“Virgil, enough.” Logan shakes his head. “We need to keep thinking.”

“We’ve been at this for an hour, Logan,” Thomas says cautiously, “I don’t know what else you think we’re gonna get to.”

“We’ve already passed the optimal point for productivity, yes.”

“Oh, well, we can’t just give up now!” Patton puts his hands on his hips. “I’m sure if we just keep at it for a little longer—“

“You said that half an hour ago, Patton.”

“And I’ll say it again!”

“Because that’s going to make everything go much easier.”

Thomas sighs as the Sides fall back into bickering. Normally, this wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary—pretty much all they do is argue back and forth—but Logan’s right. They’ve made almost no progress. He finds himself staring at the TV.

Why is he staring at the TV?

He frowns, tilting his head. It’s literally just his TV. Why is he so fixated on it right now? It’s not like it’s gone anywhere, it’s sitting right where it always is. He stares at it most of the day, why is it so weird that he’s looking at it now?

Wait—

“Guys,” he interrupts, still staring at the thing he’s not supposed to be able to see like this, “where’s Roman?”

The room pauses. Then Logan sighs.

“Oh, of course, that’s why we’ve been having such a hard time coming up with solutions, we don’t have Roman.”

At Virgil’s side-eye, he glances around to see similar looks of disbelief on the other’s faces.

“What?”

“Did you…did you just admit we need Roman?”

“He is Creativity, it makes sense that if we are struggling to be creative, he isn’t here.”

“Okay, that makes more sense.” Virgil shakes his head. “Thought you were admitting he was important or something.”

“Please, his head is big enough as it is.”

Janus hides a snort.

“Why didn’t he show up earlier,” Thomas asks, “he’s normally one of the first of you to get here.”

Virgil shrugs. “I dunno, I haven’t seen that much of him lately.”

“Is he…okay?”

“Who the hell knows, he’s Roman.”

“My guess is he’s been in his room,” Logan says, glancing at Roman’s usual spot, “I haven’t seen him either.”

Thomas doesn’t miss the way Janus and Patton glance at each other. “If you two have information now might be the time to share it.”

“Roman…hasn’t come out of his room,” Patton says after a beat, “not since…”

“Wait, he hasn’t come out since the wedding?”

Janus shakes his head. “I’ve barely seen him open his door.”

“That doesn’t…normally happen, does it?”

“No,” Patton says, “and, uh, he doesn’t normally ignore us either.”

“Ignore you?”

“We’ve tried knocking. It doesn’t work.”

“Perhaps Thomas can summon him,” Logan offers, “you have more power than any of us do, he’d have to answer you.”

“Well, here goes nothing. Creativity!”

Someone pops up in front of the TV.

Someone in a white costume with green embellishments and a mustache.

“Remus?”

Remus glares at them, his Morningstar at his side, his costume white, pristine, and light.

“What the fuck have you done with my brother?”

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It’s been weeks.

The fans have accepted Remus as Creativity. They think that the videos are better than ever. They think this was Thomas’s plan from the beginning.

There is one end card where the Sides are watching a movie and some of them spot a dark figure in the corner. Who could this be? Is this the mysterious orange Side everyone has been waiting for? Is this the Side that’s been hurting Thomas so much?

Zoom and enhance. It’s Virgil’s old hoodie. They’re sitting where Remus used to sit. They’re not staring at the screen, they’re looking at the others. What could this mean?

Someone spots the faint outline of a tiny crown perched atop the figure’s head.

And then, well, then it all makes sense.

There was always one Side that messed up everything, that made everything more complicated. There was always one Side that, if you thought about it, you could trace everything back to. There was always one Side that was told he was making the bad choice and yet, never seemed to learn.

They start to put together timelines, evidence, essay-length meta posts on how of course, this is the plan, why didn’t they see it before? Those that had disliked him from the start crow about how they were right, how everyone doubted them but look who’s laughing now. They point out how he’s become a Dark Side, maybe he was always a Dark Side, and how incredible would that storytelling be? To warn against the pressures of society’s expectations, the idea of good versus bad, or authentic versus forced. How of course, they’re wearing Virgil’s old hoodie because they’re the hated Side now. How they’re not looking at the screen because that’s not what they want, they want to be a part of the famILY.

Vitriolic rants. Accusations. Vent fics. The unsympathetic tag is overflowing.

Because who else could the villain be?

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Roman lives in the cold now.

His fireplace isn’t lit anymore. The door to the Imagination doesn’t work anymore. The blankets on his bed aren’t thick enough anymore. He drifts through a haze where only the emergency systems in his brain are online, where only the awareness needed to sleep, breathe, and move the little bits he needs to move are present.

He doesn’t know that there’s nothing behind the red door anymore, that when Janus and Virgil come to knock on it, worried, or when Remus storms through the Imagination and tries to knock it down by force, there’s nothing for them to find.

He doesn’t know that a new door, a black door, leads from his room to the hallway, far away from any of the other rooms. He doesn’t know that it’s so dark back here that no one would be able to tell there was a door if they didn’t put their nose right up against it.

He doesn’t know and he doesn’t care.

A new kind of ache settles in his bones now. Pain is an old friend, but he’s yet to give suffering a proper handshake.

He misses when he could go and ask someone for help.

He misses when Patton would turn to him without any judgment in his eyes, without any ‘well, you know, kiddo—‘, without any ‘let’s start off with—‘, just the soft words of I’m here, I’ll help you. He misses being able to walk up to Patton’s door and knock on it and know that he would be safe on the other side.

Patton would open the door and soften, his mouth curling up into a small smile as he says hey, kiddo, come in. He would sit Roman down on the bed and press a glass of water into his hands. He would rub his back as he drank, taking the empty glass gently and cupping Roman’s face in his hands. He would ask what’s wrong, sweetheart, what can I do? And Roman would say he just wants a hug, he just wants to not be alone for a bit. And Patton would smile and coo about how Roman was always welcome here, sweetheart, I’m right here, I’ll take care of you. And Roman could fall asleep with his head on Patton’s chest and believe that everything was okay.

He misses when he could walk up to Logan and ask for help and he wouldn’t be scoffed at or turned away, he wouldn’t be looked at suspiciously and asked what he really wanted. He misses when Logan could come to him too and just spend time together.

Logan would knock on his door and ask if you have a moment, would you like to walk with me? And Roman would smile and say, of course, he always has time for Logan, and they could go somewhere in the Imagination and just talk. And Logan would say that’s an interesting idea, I wonder if—and they would walk and talk for hours. And Roman could bustle up to Logan’s door and say I’ve just thought of something, and Logan would open his door and be happy to talk with Roman and it would be okay.

Roman curls up tighter and feels nothing.

He wishes he could have something to miss for Virgil. He wishes they could have bonded over their love of Disney, their want to talk about the things they’re interested in, or even the need to just have someone else in the room with them for a bit. He wishes their relationship wasn’t just spitting barbs at each other, each hoping to hit the bullseye first and knock the other one out of the race. He wishes he could’ve done better.

He wishes he could have something to miss for Janus. He wishes they could’ve done this right, that they could’ve bonded over the want to keep Thomas safe but also have him be himself. He wishes that he hadn’t laughed, hadn’t scorned, hadn’t fallen back on his pride to keep himself safe at the expense of Thomas. He wishes that maybe, just maybe, if he had been a better puppet, then he wouldn’t have been dropped so suddenly.

But as it stands now, more than anything he wishes he could hear them when they say the things they say about him because then he could figure out which bruises were theirs and take comfort in knowing that they still touch him in some way.

The bruises are a constant now. From the online hate to the casual remarks from the others to the way that Patton hasn’t even tried to come find him anymore—he can hear that, you know—he can’t turn over without landing on a new smattering of bruises. The hoodie helps to cushion the blow a little bit.

He misses Remus.

Remus was…

…Remus was everything.

Roman misses his other half. Roman misses his brother. Roman misses his Creativity.

When they were small they would curl around each other as if they could fuse if they focused hard enough. They would wrap their arms around each other so tightly that it would be a pleasant ache when they woke, never minding because they were tighter. Remus was always so warm and Roman hoarded every single bit he could get.

Roman was cruel to push his brother away and now he understands how it feels.

He misses Thomas.

He misses when he was allowed to go and see Thomas. When he could talk to Thomas. When his presence was celebrated or at the very least, tolerated. He misses it. He misses helping.

But he’s helping now, by staying away.

He’s cold.

He’s so cold.

—————————————————————

do you remember what it felt like

to be touched?

press of fingertips against shoulders

bump of a forehead against yours

palms meeting and parting a mere second later

in days gone by

do you remember

warm?

humans thrive off physical contact,

we’re not built to hold each other

at arms’ length.

infants will die

if they aren’t held enough.

and I am so

cold

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Something is wrong and even Patton can’t ignore it anymore.

The Sides shuffle uneasily in front of the red door until Remus raises his hand to knock against it.

“Roman?”

Silence.

“Roman, please, please, just—just say something.”

Silence.

“Where the fuck are you, Roman?”

“Don’t yell,” Logan mumbles, “you’ll make him think we’re angry at him.”

Remus takes a deep breath.

“We’re not angry, Ro-bro, we’re just—just please make some noise.”

Silence.

“…we’re coming in, Roman.”

But they can’t. Because as Remus turns the knob on the door, it falls forward. The entire door comes off just to reveal—

A blank wall. With no sign that there was ever a room behind it.

Thomas can hear the scream.

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Roman hears the scream and can’t move. But he can close his eyes and reach out and see what’s going on. After all, he hasn’t done anything, so something must be wrong if someone else is screaming.

He feels something in his chest twist and snap.

“Re?”

Across the Mindscape, Remus’s head jerks up.

“Ro,” he breathes, getting to his feet and rushing off down the hall as the others hurry after him, “Ro!”

“Remus, what’s going on?”

“Why isn’t Roman’s room there anymore?”

“Where are you going?”

They barrel into the hallway and smack into a black door. Logan’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s happened.

“Roman’s become a Dark Side,” he says, fingers scrabbling where the door meets the wall, “he’s—he’s really hurt, we have to help—“

“Move, L, I’m gonna break the door down.”

“You’re not gonna do it without me.”

“Roman!”

Roman turns his head to look at the door. Are they…here? The hoodie rasps against his undead skin and he winces. There are still bruises.

“Roman!”

The door shudders its frame. He could open it. He could. He just has to reach out and—

“Ro!”

Remus.

The door unlatches and his brother pours into the room, letting out a wail when he spots Roman in the bed.

Janus hisses as soon as he crosses the threshold, this room is freezing. It feels as if no one’s moved for years inside, as if the heat has been sucked out entirely. His gaze flies to Remus, who’s over on the bed, his hands scrabbling at something in black material.

Roman.

“Oh, little prince,” he whispers, horrified, “no, no, no—“

“We have to get him out,” Logan orders, startling Remus into action as he scoops Roman into his arms, “we have to get him warm. His core temperature is too low.”

“Shower? Bath?”

“No, if we shock his system we could make it worse. Janus, I need your heating pads, Patton, something warm to drink.”

Janus and Patton vanish.

“Virgil, weighted blankets, Remus—“

“I’m here.” As Virgil ducks away as well, Remus helps Logan cradle the limp and freezing form of his brother in their arms as they begin to rush out of that horrible, horrible room. “You thinking bathroom?”

“Get him to Janus’s, that’ll be the safest place.”

“Got it.”

Sure enough, Janus has no objection and sweeps them inside, setting down the heating pads as Patton bustles in with two thermos flasks and a mug. Virgil pops back with thick blankets as they lay the cold form on the ground. Roman’s eyes blink sluggishly as he stares up at Remus.

“...Re?”

“Yeah, Roro, it’s me, I’m right here, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here faster.”

“What’s…wha’s going on?”

“You’re too cold, Roman,” Logan says gently, “we need to get you warmed up.”

“Oh…”

“It will be easier if we take a few of the layers off,” he explains, still careful to keep his voice low and even as the others scurry around, “is that alright?”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to unzip the hoodie.” Logan works slowly, patiently, stopping when any flicker crosses Roman’s face. “That’s it, you’re doing very well, I’m almost done.”

By the time he’s coaxed the hoodie off of Roman’s shoulders, there’s a little bit of color back in his cheeks.

“Very good, Roman, you did well. Virgil’s brought a few warm blankets and Janus has heating pads for you, do you think you can sit up?”

“Don’t know.”

“That’s alright, you’re doing alright.” Logan glances up at Janus.

“Little prince,” Janus murmurs, sitting by Roman’s head, “if you can sit up, I can sit behind you and help warm you up, does that sound alright?”

“Okay.”

“Thank you, sweetie, we’re going to sit you up now.”

Logan and Janus sit Roman up slowly, only to pause when the long sleeves of his shirt fall down.

“Roman,” Logan asks, trying frantically to keep his voice calm, “are you hurt?”

“Mhm.”

He bites back the fearful response and patiently asks where, how bad, can he see?

“Everywhere.” Roman lifts his arms weakly. “’S all bruises.”

“…can we see?”

“Okay.”

Logan’s hands begin to tremble as he works the shirt over Roman’s head. He wasn’t kidding when he said everywhere.

There’s barely an inch of skin that doesn’t look bruised black and blue. Patton stifles a cry as he drops to his knees next to them, looking at Roman like he’s never seen it this bad before.

Oh, Roman, how did they not know? How could he just ignore him like that?

“Get him covered,” comes Virgil’s voice, “he’s still too cold.”

Janus grabs one of the blankets and wraps it carefully around Roman’s form. It should help distribute whatever pressure they apply so it won’t aggravate his injuries too severely. He takes one heating pad and scoots forward, bracketing Roman’s legs with his own and wrapping one pair of arms around him to press the pad to his chest.

“Can you feel that, sweetie,” he asks softly, “is that too warm?”

“No.”

“Good, good, little prince, you’re being very brave.” He turns away to reach for another and so misses the little shudder that goes through Roman. “Do you think you can handle another if I press it to the back of your neck?”

“Mm.”

“Let’s try, little prince, and if it’s too much, I’ll stop.”

“Okay.”

“Here we go, sweetie—“ Janus presses it carefully to the base of Roman’s skull, just at the edge of the blanket— “there, does that feel okay?”

“Mm.”

“Good, sweetie, you’re doing so well, so good for us, that’s it, you relax now.”

Roman starts to tremble.

“That’s alright,” Logan soothes, “you’re warming up, it means you’re going to shiver a little more, you’re alright, Roman, you’re safe. You’re doing well.”

It certainly doesn’t seem that way once Roman’s breath starts to come in gasps. Virgil nudges Patton out of the way and sits, gently calling Roman’s name until his gaze snaps to Virgil’s.

“Hey, Princey,” Virgil says slowly, “you gotta stay with me now, okay? We’re right here, no one’s angry, nothing’s going to hurt you. Just focus on me.”

He ignores the startled noises when Roman starts to cry thick, black tears.

“Eyes on me, Princey, that’s it, stay here. We’re just gonna sit here and breathe for a moment, okay?” Roman nods and Virgil starts to take big, exaggerated breaths. “Good. That’s it, Princey, you focus on me and you breathe. It’s okay. You’re doing great. Just stay here.”

When the viscous black liquid slows, Virgil reaches out and begins to tuck Roman’s hair back. A moment longer and he pauses, noting how the scratch on Roman’s face is covered in the thick black tears.

“Princey, can I clean your face off for you? You’re doing really well at breathing, I’m proud of you. Can I help you with the rest of it?”

“O-okay.”

There’s a bottle of micellar water and a pack of cotton circles pressed into his hands. He moves in slow, careful strokes, changing out the circles as often as he needs to. A pile of them grows beside him as he works, doing his best to get all the black off of Roman’s face. Roman just cries.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Patton murmurs when Roman’s cry gives way to a wail, “it’s okay, you cry all you need to, we’re not going anywhere, it’ll be alright.”

“We have you, sweetie,” Janus says against Roman’s neck, “we’re here.”

Remus lets out a broken noise.

“Oh, Roman, you didn’t…”

Logan’s head whips sharply around to scold Remus only for his mouth to fall open in shock.

Remus’s costume is bleeding too. The same black that drips down Roman’s face is slowly coloring Remus’s costume again, back to what it normally looks like. Remus’s mouth is agape, staring horrified at Roman.

“Oh, Ro—“

“What’s going on?”

“Check the bruises on his neck,” Remus orders as Janus pulls back the blanket, “are they still there?”

“They’re here, but they’re…lighter, how is that—?”

“Roman is the Ego,” Patton mumbles, “he gets bruised when—when—“

“Oh, shit,” Virgil curses, before quickly hushing Roman’s discontented mumble, “and with all the hate that’s been gunning for him—“

“Oh, sweetheart—“

Roman lets out another sob and the tears run clear.

“The Ego is kept healthy by positive attention,” Logan says softly, scooting closer and rubbing Roman’s shoulder through the blanket, “you’ve been starving, haven’t you?”

“He’s not cold because he’s hypothermic,” Remus blusters, “he’s touch starved.”

“It’s still not safe to introduce him to direct contact all at once,” Logan warns when Patton and Remus look like they want to rip the blanket off, “we have to take it slow.”

“So what do we do?”

Janus just leans down and presses a kiss to Roman’s temple. “You’re so brave, sweetie, you’ve been so strong.”

They watch as Roman’s tears begin to wash away the black.

“We love you, sweetheart, you’re so important to us.”

“Stay with us, Princey, we need you.”

“You’re doing very well, Roman, we’re very proud of you.”

Roman cries, ducking his head into Virgil’s waiting hands as Remus’s costume colors itself black again.

After a long while, when Remus looks like he normally does, Roman shakes his head and looks up at them.

“Where am I,” and he sounds like Roman again, “what’s happened?”

“You were starving, sweetheart,” Patton mumbles, “and we didn’t notice until it was too late.”

“O-oh,” Roman blinks, “is that…is that why I’m so cold?”

“You’re touch starved too,” Virgil adds, “and we, uh, L said it wasn’t a good idea to try and shock you out of it.”

“Try and drink something,” Logan says quickly as Patton reaches for the mug, “you’ve been crying for a while and you’re dehydrated.”

“Is that…hot chocolate?”

“Your favorite, kiddo.”

Remus sits down at Roman’s side as he drinks, staring at him like he’s not seen him in ages. Which, well, none of them have, really.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” Roman repeats, looking sheepishly at all of them, “I, uh, well, the last video I messed up a lot. I, uh, I shouldn’t have laughed at your name, Jan—where are you?”

“Right here,” Janus mumbles, giving him a gentle squeeze, “and you’re forgiven.”

“Oh. Uh, that was easy…are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Yes, it wasn’t great of you to do, but I’m not exactly blameless either and…”

He squeezes him again.

“…you’ve been hurting enough.”

“Logan, you too, I—I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, Roman, but I agree. It’s alright.”

“Why are you all forgiving me so fast?”

“Because,” Remus mumbles, cupping Roman’s head and resting their foreheads together, “this happened.”

They all watch as Roman shudders as Remus shows him what happened.

“Oh—oh—I—oh no—“

“It’s over now, sweetie,” Janus reassures, “we’ve got you. You’re okay, you’re safe.”

“C-can I have a hug?”

“Of course, honey, come here—“

“Let’s get the blanket out of the way, L, is he—“

“It should be safe now, yes.”

“Remus, I—oof!”

“I gotcha, Ro-Bro.”

“It’s still—I’m still—“

“Patton, grab that end of the blanket.”

“This one?”

“That’s it, yes.”

The Sides end up swaddled in the blanket, their heads poking out, as each of them pulls a little bit of Roman into their arms to warm up. Janus and Remus wrap around his upper body, mindful of the few bruises that haven’t been healed yet. His legs are in Patton’s lap, as Logan and Virgil each hold on to his hands. The poor thing is still shivering, still shaking, still a little overwhelmed.

But Janus coos into his ear as his head lolls back, Remus holding him tightly. Logan’s thumb strokes over his palm as Virgil lets him squeeze as tight as he needs to. Patton makes sure he’s off the cold tile and he’s warm.

They’re going to have to work out what to do about the fans, about the videos, but right now they need to worry about Roman.

Speaking of Roman—

“I—I need to apologize to Thomas.”

A cry goes up as he says so, Patton reaching up to pat his knee. “You don’t have to do that right now, sweetheart, rest, it’s okay—“

“I won’t—he won’t be able to rest until he knows what’s happened.”

As if he can hear them, they feel the familiar tug of one of them being summoned. A quick glance around shows that if one of them is going, all of them are, so they appear on the floor of the living room, swaddled in the blanket.

Thomas’s mouth drops open and he rushes to their side.

“I was gonna ask if you found Roman, but I—Roman, buddy, are you okay?”

“I…I don’t know,” Roman mumbles, “but I’m sorry.”

“For what, buddy?”

As Roman begins to apologize, for being away, for hurting Thomas, for being selfish, Thomas just shakes his head.

“No, buddy, that’s not all on you. You—yeah, okay, some things happened, but it’s not entirely your fault. You don’t need to think of it like that.”

“Well said,” Logan mutters, “now help us get Roman to rest.”

“So what Disney movie are we watching and how many pillows do we need?”

A lot, as it turns out, is the answer. And they have to bite back laughs at the way Thomas makes a noise when he’s swept into the blanket too. But Thomas is warm and Roman is still cold and the movie plays on the screen.

“Hey, Roman?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re my hero.”

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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 27

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Reference PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2478

Warnings: sex talk

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children. Yet things aren’t perfect. Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 27: Right for you

A couple of days after Clint and my marathon sex session I still felt like I was recovering, so I hadn’t called in any prizes. Things had just been lowkey. I’d had a day of attending council with Thor, and then a morning of lessons on Asgardian politics.

I didn’t predict that there would be much notable happening at all that day, so Wanda and I took Zak and the twins out to the garden with the Vulparv. We spread out a blanket and put the babies on their tummy, watching as they’d flip themselves back over with a giggle while Zak ran around with the two little fox-like animals.

While we lay soaking up the sun with the kids, Pietro came out with a basket. He smiled when he saw us and as he made his way toward us, Zak came flying out of the shrubbery and slammed into his legs. “Uncle Piet!”

“Hey, Zakky,” Pietro said, picking the little boy up and flipping him over. Zak squealed happily and wriggled in his uncle’s arms. The vulparev dashed out from the undergrowth and began dancing around Pietro’s feet. “Wow, look how popular I am.”

“Come play,” Zak said when Pietro put him back on the ground. Pietro let himself get dragged off at the whim of the three-year-old.

Wanda hummed happily and rolled onto her back. “He’s good with the little ones.”

“Well, he’s always been empathetic,” I said.

“That’s true,” Wanda said. “Which is funny because my brother was a real little -” she stopped and covered her mouth and I broke down into giggles.

“Your daj was gonna say a bad word about your uncle,” I said to Thour, tickling her tummy. She started giggling with that infectious baby laugh and I completely melted.

“I can’t get enough of it either,” Wanda hummed.

After a little while, Pietro joined us, putting his basket on the grass beside the blanket and sitting down. “Greetings, mothers,” he said, playfully.

“Good day to you, son,” I replied. “What are you up to?”

“Auntie Loki decided it is very terrible that all my siblings have powers and I don't, so they’re going to teach me magic,” Pietro explained. “She sent me to pick ingredients for some potion.”

“Did you get a say in this?” Wanda asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t mind. Might be cool to open those portals,” he said.

“And you’ve decided to keep her waiting?” I said, poking his side. “You must have a death wish.”

Pietro chuckled and picked up Nova. “It’s me, mom,” he said. “I’m one of the favorites.”

I laughed and sat up. “Won’t be the favorite for long with that attitude.”

He chuckled and bounced Riley in front of him. “You know it’s really weird having a brother and sister that are younger than all my nieces and nephews.”

“That won’t be true forever,” Wanda said. “There will be more nieces and nephews in time.”

“And if it helps. They were accidents,” I added.

Wanda gasped and covered Thour’s ears. “Elly! You can’t say that!”

Pietro almost fell back laughing. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you just said that to me. I am so gonna tell them you said that when they’re older.”

“I wouldn’t get too egotistical, kid,” I teased. “You were an accident too.”

“Elly!” Wanda squealed, this time jumping up and covering my mouth. “Pietro, we all love you very much and you were very much wanted.”

Pietro was clutching his side in hysterics and had to put Thour back down. “Oh my god!” When he finally got himself under control he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “How come you never told me or Riley that before?”

“Because that’s a terrible thing to tell your kids,” Wanda said. “No one should think that about themselves.”

“He's thirty-five, beautiful,” I said. “I think he can tell the difference between unplanned and unwanted by now.”

“I think I can handle it, Daj,” Pietro assured her.

She sighed and nodded. “I suppose you’re right.”

Zak came running over and began tugging on Wanda’s hand. “Daj, daj, fly me!”

She got up and stretched. “Okay little one, come on.”

We watched as she took Zak over to another clearing and enveloped the little boy in the pink of her telekinetic energy and began flying him around the open space.

“Man, I loved doing that when I was a kid,” Pietro said, wistfully. He looked back over to me and shook his head in disbelief. “Were we all unplanned?”

“No,” I said. “You and Ri, Sarah, Rosie, and Becca, and these two,” I explained. “Everyone else we had a lot of discussion about.”

“Not Eddie?” Pietro asked.

“No,” I answered. “Actually - funny story. Eddie nearly didn’t happen. We were starting to think about having more kids and I’d just gotten it in my head that I’d have another and your dad Thor showed up and told us Daj and Ma were pregnant with the girls. That was a really happy surprise. Ma wasn’t even supposed to be able to have kids. Then I kinda got a little jealous about it because I’d just made the plans. But everyone said there were plenty of us to love lots of kids - and so then there was Eddie.”

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Pietro said. “When you guys decided to have kids, what was the decision-making process like? How did you decide you all wanted one and who would be the biological parents?”

“You sure you want to hear all this?” I asked, playing with Nova’s hand.

“Yeah, I’m interested,” he said. “You guys always just seemed really excited when you were adding to the family, but you never spoke about who was who’s biological dad unless we asked.”

“With you and Riley we weren’t even going to find out, but Thor just knows that stuff,” I said. “Back then he was here more than at home with us and he showed up and just was like ‘oh one of those is Clint’s and one is mine’. It was pretty funny.”

“Sounds like dad,” Pietro chuckled.

“After that, when we planned there’d be one or more of us who’d be thinking about it. Usually, they approached who they wanted to have the baby with,” I explained. “Then if that person agreed, and they always did, then they’d bring it to the others. Sometimes there would be a little talk about timing and whatever, but usually, everyone was on board. We all love being parents and we also like making each other happy.”

“You think that’s how it normally happens in polyamorous relationships?” Pietro asked, picking up Thour again and playing with her feet.

“I couldn’t say, honey,” I said. “I don’t know many with anywhere near as many people involved as we have. And apart from Eddie, the few I do know, I never knew them well. I knew one woman who had a husband and a boyfriend, but the boyfriend didn’t live with them and she had a daughter with her husband and the boyfriend had kids with a previous marriage. And I knew a woman with a girlfriend and boyfriend. They lived together but they weren’t all romantically involved together. And there were no kids. I figure some must be like us. Especially if there are multiple people that can get pregnant because there’s no way you can get around not knowing who’s going to carry the baby. But if it’s one womb and two or more - uh - fertilizers -” Pietro snorted “- then you maybe don’t need to know right? Just shake it all up like what happened with you and Riley and these two.”

“Well I don’t know if I needed to think of myself being created by a semen shake, but I guess that makes sense,” Pietro said, pulling a face as I started laughing.

Pietro played with Thour and seemed to be seriously thinking about what I said. I wondered what was up and if he was going to offer up what was on his mind. As far as I knew he wasn’t even seeing one person let alone multiple that he was thinking about having kids with.

He looked up at me again with his brow furrowed. “Mom, how did you guys end up together? I mean, you said yourself it’s not exactly normal. Even for here.”

“We’ve told you stories about how we met,” I said.

“No, I know,” he said. “But how did you go from meeting Ma to - well you know?”

“I’m really not sure that’s a story you want to know about your parents, Piet,” I said.

“No, I mean… PG13 it for me. I can handle hearing if you were all friends with benefits, but even that’s not exactly the norm,” Pietro said.

“Well it was different with me,” I said. “They were already a committed group when I met them, but from my understanding, the group started with other smaller groups that crossed over. Your ma and Clint were in a kind of friends-with-benefits open relationship that they pulled Wanda and Sam into. Um, I think Sam was with Bucky and Steve as well. Tony and Bruce were together, but Bruce was sometimes with Nat and Clint too. Then Thor came along and went ‘you know you’re all in love with each other right?’ That’s what made it more officially a romantic relationship and not a bunch of friends ignoring their feelings.”

Pietro laughed a little. “I like that. And you? I mean I know you crashed into Ma and she was like ‘I like this clumsy oblivious nerd.’ But then what?”

“Well, your Ma and I dated for quite a while but she told me she was in an open relationship with other people. I didn’t know those other people were your parents. I figured she must have someone in every port or something,” I explained. “But then she introduced me to Clint. And Clint took me to sign an NDA and told me the deal. Then I had to see if I fit in the group.”

“What would have happened if you didn’t?” He asked.

I shrugged. “All in or none in.”

“Jeez,” Pietro cursed. “Rough. Good thing they all liked you.”

I poked his side and he wiggled away from me. “Good for you.”

He sighed and lifted Thour over his head.

“What’s up, kiddo,” I asked. “Why the gloomy face and all the questions?”

“So I’ve been seeing this guy,” he said.

“Ooh… a guy?” I asked.

“Yes, mom,” he snarked. “A guy. And I mean, it’s still kind of casual and I’m not sure where it will go - which is why I haven’t mentioned him before - but I do really like him. But he said he wants to bring someone else into the relationship. He doesn’t even have anyone in mind. Just he was thinking he’d like a woman in the mix. And - I’m obviously not opposed to that. I grew up with all of you. But this seems like a weird way to do it to me. I mean in my head I figured it would just be about people falling in love with more than one person - not deciding the person they’re with isn’t enough for them. I mean if he found someone he was into and wanted me to meet them, I’d be fine with that. Do you know if Ma went looking for you to complete the group?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so, but definitely - hmm...” I paused and thought for a moment. “So your ma and I were definitely falling for each other, but she did come to some - not even all of them, just some of the others and said there was this woman she was seeing that she thought they’d all like and could introduce her and maybe she could join too.”

“But see ma at least had fallen for you and was hoping the rest of the group would like you too,” he said. “She didn’t go head-hunting to get to double digits.”

“No, that’s true,” I said and rubbed his leg. “Look, Piet. I don’t think there’s a wrong way to do these things as a whole, but I do think there’s a wrong way for an individual. I mean look at Rosie. She was raised by ten people in a romantic relationship with each other and could you even imagine her as polyamorous?”

“Nope,” Pietro agreed. “She’s the most monogamous person ever.”

“So, if this feels wrong to you, and he’s making you feel like you’re not enough, then you need to talk to him about it. If he doesn’t get it, he’s not your person,” I said. I paused and let out a breath. “I’ve had a lot of issues I’ve had to come to terms with over my life. Feeling worthy of all these people's love is a big one. I often thought I wasn’t special to any of them - which had nothing to do with them, and all to do with me and coming into the group late - but I never felt like I wasn’t enough. You deserve to feel like you're special and you’re enough, Piet. Don’t forget that. I know you like to make sure everyone around you is happy and that you put yourself second to make sure that happens. But you deserve to be happy too and to be treated like the prince you are by someone who loves you. Or lots of people that love you.”

Pietro took a deep breath and nodded. “Thanks, mom.”

I put Nova down and hugged him. He still had Thour in his arms but he wrapped one arm around me and melted in against me just like he did when he was a little boy. I caressed the back of his hair and kissed his temple. “You’re such a sweet loving man, Piet. If this guy is smart he’ll see that and maybe the two of you can figure out a way to get what you both need. He’s not wrong to want to do things the way he is. But if it’s wrong for you, you shouldn’t compromise that. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said.

He stayed hugging me for a moment and then slowly pulled back and put Thour down. “I better get back to Auntie Loki before I stop being her favorite.”

I laughed. “Yeah, you better.”

He got up and grabbed his basket. “See you at dinner?”

“Yeah of course,” I said.

He left - calling out goodbye to Wanda and Zak. I lay back down with the twins and watched my wife play with my grandson. I definitely had an unusual life that wasn’t for everyone, but it was definitely perfect for me. I hoped my kids knew not to settle for anything less than that.

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callivich · 3 years

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I really love the idea of Lip having to take Ian and Mickey home after their anniversary party, so I wrote a little something.

This references a previous ficlet where Lip has an inappropriate dream about Mickey, so adults only please!

Thanks to @udontfuckangie for the advice RE: babies in car seats in ambulances! This was originally going to have Tami drive the ambulance with Freddie but yeah, not safe. So, I had to change things - therefore let’s assume the ambulance is fine parked outside the Alibi for a night. Also, the song is “Hot Girl” by Megan Thee Stallion.

Lip gets into the front seat of his and Tami’s car to find Mickey leaning through the gap, half in the front of the car and half in the back, fiddling with the radio. He flicks through the different stations until he finds something he wants to listen to. Lip wants to shove him backwards and tell him to sit the fuck down, but...fuck, it’s their wedding anniversary. So, he’ll allow it.

“All the hot girls make it pop, pop, pop, bad bitches with the bag say ah ya ya”

“Fucking love this song.” Mickey shouts, turning the volume up, the bass vibrating through the car. He scrambles back awkwardly, elbowing Lip in the side, so that he’s sitting in the back seat. Ian laughs like this is the most hilarious thing that he’s ever seen. They both nod their heads in time to the rhythm, singing the chorus loudly.

Lip shakes his head, if there’s one thing he hates about being sober it’s dealing with drunk people, but, he reminds himself it’s their wedding anniversary and, goddamn, do they deserve to be carefree and happy. And they are feeling very carefree and happy right now. And also very drunk. So much so, it was decided that they should leave the ambulance outside the Albi and Lip would drive them home, before coming back to the bar to get Tami and Fred. It’s not that late, and Freddie is sleeping soundly so he leaves Tami to enjoy the party for a bit longer.

The song ends and Lip quickly turns down the volume so his eardrums aren’t destroyed.

“Play it again!” Mickey shouts, again, as if Lip isn’t sitting right in front of him.

“I can’t, it’s the radio.”

“Fuck you.”

He can hear Ian laughing again, like Mickey is the funniest person in the world.

“Put your seatbelts on.” Lip orders, cutting through the laughter.

“Fuck you.” Mickey replies, as Ian puts on his own seatbelt.

“Very creative, you just gonna repeat yourself all night? I’m not driving until you wear a seatbelt.” Lip sighs, as Ian’s words from earlier come back to haunt him - he’s feeling very much like a dad to Ian and Mickey right now.

“M’fine, just drive, bitch.” Mickey grumbles, punching the back of Lip’s seat.

“No.” Lip taps the steering wheel. “Seatbelt.”

“Here, I’ll do it.” Ian reaches across Mickey and pulls the seatbelt, clicking it into place after a few tries. “Gotta keep you safe.” He gently pats Mickey’s chest.

Lip rolls his eyes at the sappy, soft tone of Ian’s voice, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over hearing Ian speak like that to Mickey fucking Milkovich, as if he’s the most precious thing in the world. But, he supposes, to Ian he is. Still, it’s weird.

Checking one more time to see they are wearing seatbelts, he starts the car and wishes for no traffic and an easy ride to the West Side.

“You liked the surprise?” Mickey asks Ian.

“Loved it.”

“I got you good.”

“Yeah, you did. Really thought you’d forgotten.”

“But I didn’t!”

“Fucking love you so much.”

“Love you too.”

And then the inevitable making out starts, and the car is filled with the sounds of sloppy kissing, breathy ‘yeah’s, and some verging on pornographic sounding moaning.

“Wanna suck you off.” Mickey whispers, thankfully loud enough for Lip to hear so he can put a stop to that before it happens. He reaches one arm behind and pushes blindly at Mickey’s head.

“No you’re not, Mickey. I’m serious, sit back.” He pulls his arm back, when he hears Mickey huffing and swearing under his breath. He checks the rear view mirror, and Mickey is glaring at him but sitting upright.

“It’s our fucking wedding anniversary.” Mickey punches the back of Lip’s seat again.

“I know, but you aren’t going to suck my brother off in the backseat of my car. That just isn’t going to happen.” Lip takes a deep breath, goddamn, Mickey is a pain in the ass when he’s drunk, and even more so than usual tonight. Probably down to him being so pleased at pulling off the surprise. And Lip gets that - Ian looked completely astonished when he’d walked into the party. Ian is drunker than Lip’s seen him in a long while - he doesn’t usually drink that much because of his meds, but once in awhile, during a special occasion like this, he lets loose. And it’s kinda nice to see? Because Ian is a sweet, sappy and very silly drunk - there’s something endearing about his behaviour. Lip likes seeing him carefree like this. He doesn’t feel the same way about Mickey, but then, he’s never really found Mickey that endearing.

Lip hears a slurred “c’mere” and some giggling and then there is more kissing. Which is fine, but anything more than that and he’s pulling this car over immediately. He really is in dad mode. He doesn’t want to spoil all their fun, he just doesn’t want to be anywhere near their fun while they’re having it.

The drive seems to take forever, all to the soundtrack of two very in love husbands who are making out as if it’s the first time they’ve ever done it. Lip can’t lie to himself, he’s a little jealous. He’d love a night like this with Tami - just the two of them, happy and silly and able to make out like teenagers. But that’s probably not going to happen anytime soon. Especially if she’s pregnant again. That’s a thought for another day though. Right now he needs to concentrate on Ian and Mickey.

He was hoping to just drop them off, but Lip realises, as he pulls into the apartment car park, that isn’t going to work. Because the first thing Ian says as the car comes to a stop is “let’s go swimming!”

“Yeah! Let’s fuck in the pool!” Mickey agrees excitedly, pulling on the car door and failing to open it.

Lip realises he needs to make sure they get to their apartment before they get themselves in trouble. He has visions of them being found floating face down in the pool, so he helps them both out of the car and firmly steers them towards the entrance to the apartment block.

“No swimming. You two are way too fucked up for that.” He ushers them through the open door into a well lit corridor, lined with doors to apartments and other doors to what he guesses are the offices and maintenance for the building.

“You just.....you just don’t wanna see Mickey without a shirt. In case you get all excited...again.” Ian is grinning, his face flushed.

“What?” Mickey barks, suddenly very interested in the handle of a door which he yanks up and down. There’s a sign that reads ‘private’ and it’s obviously locked but Mickey continues to yank at it for some reason Lip can’t fathom.

“He had a sex dream about you.” Ian is attempting to whisper, but it’s loud, oh so loud in the empty hallway. “I’m not supposed to say because it’s a secret.”

“Ian. What the fuck?” Lip sighs, exasperated.

“Ugh, gross.” Mickey gives up on trying to open the locked door, and turns to Lip with a disgusted look on his face. “Don’t fucking dream about me like that.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose. It was a fucking dream.” Lip realises his mistake as soon as the words come out of his mouth.

“It sure was!” Ian is still grinning. “A fucking dream. Where you fucked Mickey!” He bursts into laughter at his own joke, leaning against the wall.

Mickey still has that disgusted look on his face. “As if I would ever let you....” He shakes his head. “Fucking gross. I love Ian. Only wanna get fucked by Ian.”

Christ, Lip thinks, he needs to get them to their apartment, he doesn’t want to hear anymore of this kind of talk.

Mickey has taken Ian’s hands in his own, and Ian’s looking at Mickey like what he just said was very romantic. “Yeah, Lip, you can’t have him. He’s mine. My husband.”

“It was a dream. It doesn’t mean anything. I definitely do not want to have sex with Mickey. Ok? Let’s just get you two to your apartment. Now.” Lip pushes them firmly, and they stumble forward, still holding hands.

“Good. Besides...if I was...if I was single. Sure as fuck wouldn’t want to fuck you.....jabby.”

Lip frowns, “How do you know about that?”

“Oh, me and Tami....we talk. Gotta complain about you Gallaghers.”

“Jesus Christ. You two are friends now?”

“Yeah.” Mickey laughs. “Guess so.”

“Jabby!” Ian shouts gleefully, running slightly behind in the conversation, but with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what ‘jabby’ refers to.

“And you told him? Great.”

“Course I did, it was fucking funny.”

“It’s ok.” Ian pats Lip on the shoulder, trying to be reassuring. “I’m sure you’ll get better with practice.” Mickey lets out what Lip can only describe as a cackle.

“Jesus Christ, that was one time and it was a one off.” They are finally, finally, at the elevators and he practically punches the up button. He’s hasn’t been here before but he remembers Ian saying their apartment was on the second floor, so he trusts that’s right.

“In you go.” He herds them into the elevator and presses the ‘2’ button. And once again, they are on each other, furiously kissing. Lip thinks the elevator is moving much to slowly. He hits the ‘2’ button again. Mercifully, the elevator doors soon open on the second floor. But neither Mickey or Ian has noticed and Lip grabs Ian by the back of his coat and pulls him out, Mickey stumbling after him.

“Hey, hands off.” Mickey grabs for Ian, who Lip is dragging behind him as he purposefully strides down the corridor. He has to get them inside, he can’t take much more of this.

“He’s stealing me, Mickey!” Ian laughs, “Help! Help!” His voice echoes much too loudly around the corridor.

“I’ll...save you!” Mickey manages to spit out between laughs, almost doubling over.

“You can have him back when we get to your place? Ok.” Lip turns and looks over his shoulder. “Just come on Mickey, follow us.”

A door they are passing suddenly swings open, and a very annoyed older lady is standing there, cell phone in hand. “Everything alright? I heard someone say they needed help?”

“No, no. Everything’s fine.” Lip smiles, trying to look respectable. Which is hard because Ian and Mickey are giggling, red-faced and stumbling about. “They....they’ve just had a bit too much to drink and I’m helping them get home.”

“It’s our wedding anniversary!” Ian yells, throwing his arms in the air.

The woman looks distinctly unimpressed. “That’s very nice. But it’s late, you know. You can’t go around shouting for help if you don’t need it. Especially at this time of night!”

“Listen lady, if my husband-”

Lip interrupts before Mickey can finish whatever threat he’s about to make, “They know, and they’re very sorry. And I’m gonna make sure they are quiet right now.” He grabs Ian’s hand and then Mickey’s and uses all his strength to get them to start walking, as the woman shuts her door with one more disapproving glare. “Come on. Home. Now. Please.”

They get to the door of the apartment Lip thought they would never reach. “Keys?”

Ian frowns, as if this question is a difficult math problem on a test he didn’t study for. “Uh.” He slaps one hand to his chest, then the other and then begins to rummage around in his jacket pockets. “Uh. Hmmm....”

Mickey isn’t much help either. “Maybe....here?” He says, grabbing Ian’s crotch, which causes Ian to smile and giggle and get distracted.

“Come on, Ian. Where are the keys?”

“Oh. Yeah. Keys.” He eventually produces a set from his jacket which has far too many pockets for Lip’s liking or for his tolerance at this time in this never ending evening. “Keys!”

“Good. Great.” Lip snatches them, opens the door, and shoves them, gently - it is their anniversary after all, no matter how fucking annoying they are being - through the door, slamming it shut behind him as he follows them in. He lets out a deep breath, it felt like they would never get here.

The apartment is nice, new, modern. The kind of place he never would have imagined them living in. In fact, even though it’s not furnished properly yet, Lip can see it’s a really nice place. And he’s pleased, he wants them, especially Ian, to live somewhere good like this. They deserve it.

They’re standing in the middle of the empty living room, holding one another, swaying slightly. Ian’s hands move down Mickey’s back to rest on his ass. Better get out of here, Lip thinks to himself.

“You guys need to drink some water.” He starts to rummage around the pristine kitchen until he finds two glasses that he recognises from home...or rather, what’s no longer home, not really - the Gallagher house. There’s only two glasses, clearly they haven’t been shopping yet, he fills them both with water.

“Alright, lovebirds, drink up!” Lip holds the glasses out, but neither of them move. They’re just staring at one another, silently, with small smiles on their faces. “Not gonna leave till you have some water.”

They both put one arm out at the same time, because of course they do. Lip hands them their water and waits until they’ve both drunk their whole glasses.

Satisfied that he’s done everything he can, he makes a move to leave. “I’m going. Enjoy the rest of your anniversary.”

Ian is caressing Mickey’s face with one hand, the other barely holding the glass which is dangling at his side. “Thanks, Lip. Love you bro.”

“Love you too, asshole.” He turns to leave, but fuck it....Mickey is his brother-in-law, and even though he’s a real pain in the ass, he makes Ian happy and that’s the most important thing, and also they’re probably too drunk to remember what he’s going to say.... “And you too, Mick.”

“Gross. Stop fucking fantasising about me, Philip.” Mickey grumbles, never taking his eyes of Ian.

Lip laughs, and let’s himself out, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #gallavich fic #ficlet #as always feel free to continue this or add to it!!

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libraryofsouls · 4 years

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Can you do slashers with s/o that draws/takes Polaroid's of themselves naked? If not plez ignore

sure thing! here you go.

slashers with a s/o that takes polaroids of themselves naked.

Asa Emory / The Collector

UPSET. but not really.

he’ll be taking these, thank you very much.

confiscates your pictures but not your polaroid.

all your photos mysteriously disappear over time.

why are you asking him? aren’t you supposed to be careful? tsk, tsk. what if somebody else finds them? what’ll you do then, hmm?

scolds you for taking them but keeps them all for himself.

naughty. uses your presumably lost photos as an excuse to punish you.

Billy Lenz

also steals them but he won’t care if you find out.

has them taped at a particular nook of the attic where he sleeps.

why are you so surprised? ...are you seriously asking him why it’s there?

volunteers to take photos of you next time. he’s pretty bad at it though. his angles are weird and it’s usually out of focus.

can you blame him? he’s too focused in trying not to touch himself right then and there.

displays all his bad photography too.

Bo Sinclair

"aw, for me? you shouldn’t have.”

regardless if you told him or not, he’s going to take them from you.

bo will be a lot more lewd. he’s much more likely to whisper obscenities in your ear; how filthy you are, what he’s planning on doing to you - all down to the smallest detail.

gets creative with the nicknames ranging from sweetheart to cockslut. turns out your photos are very inspiring.

has a collection of your photos up at a designated wall of his “dungeon.”

would definitely take polaroids of you two having sex. (this will also go on the wall.)

Brahms Heelshire

same hat!! also steals them and doesn’t care if you find out.

oh these are definitely going up on his wall! riiiiiight next to his bed.

fuck yeah he jacks off to your photos. constantly. and what about it?

confront him and he’ll pull an uno reverse card on you.

so why is it that you have such lewd photos, hmm? tsk tsk. naughty. he just can’t help himself. maybe he should punish you too?

if you ask him he’ll definitely agree to be your photographer.

the photos turns out amazing. what else do you expect from a voyeur? he knows all your good angles.

Bubba Sawyer

!!!!!!! boner.

thinks it’s hot but has a million questions. who took these? you? what do you mean it’s for him???? OH YOU MEAN-

graciously accepts them and tries his very best to keep it between the two of you.

he’s not a fan of the idea because he hates the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. (especially the rest of the sawyers)

sees it as a romantic gesture and looks at the photos whenever he’s missing you. (which is pretty often.)

oh WHOOPS now he’s horny again. rushes over back to you.

this will be a common occurence. please help this poor man.

Jason Voorhees

!!!! o...oh my god ????!!

jason.exe has stopped working. you’ve done it, you’ve broken jason.

why do you have these and why are you naked? is completely rock hard at the moment and dying of embarrassment.

has a complete mental breakdown in front of you and it will only get worse if you offer the photos to him.

please help him regain his sanity again before anything else.

very against them but it’s pretty easy to convince him otherwise.

too paranoid to leave it elsewhere so he keeps it in his shirt pocket.

no more taking photos, okay? wags finger at you. please? for his health?

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

ooh, naughty. loves what he sees and asks for them like a proper gentleman. (if you say no he’s still gonna take them though.)

big fan. very eager to help you in any way.

need a new camera? here’s the latest model. why not try his camcorder next? wink wink.

more into videos than photos but it’s still right up his alley nonetheless.

similar to bubba, he hates the idea of anyone else seeing you like this, so he’s very careful where he places all your photos.

definitely not on display. has it locked away somewhere and secured with a passcode.

Michael Myers

cool, thanks. oh were you just showing it to him? too bad, it’s his now.

practically snatches it from your hands. if you’re much smaller than he is, you’re going to have a bad time. this bastard will toy with you.

has a stash of a variety of your things (one of which may or may not be a pair of used underwear) buried somewhere. your photos will end up there as well.

now that he’s secured his collectibles, there’s now a new objective: screwing with you. both literally and figuratively.

mikey here would feign innocence at your missing polaroid, only to whip it out while he’s plowing you from behind.

takes more photos of you after he’s filled you up nicely. does it again the next time, and again, and again -- you’re never getting your polaroid back.

Thomas Hewitt

!!!!!!!!! just stares at the photos wide-eyed. instantly at full mast.

congrats, you’ve also broken thomas! he recovers faster than jason though and he’s not as shy to accept them.

tries to play it cool and just stuffs them in his apron. pretends like it’s a normal thing and just carries on with his tasks.

secretly he is freaking the fuck out !!! you just gave him your nudes! this might be the only time you see him mess up some of his chores.

makes sure he’s at a very secluded place before looking at them again. could he have imagined the whole thing? continues freaking out again as soon as he checks.

treasures the photos. kind of sappy? yeah his dick is hard but you know what else? his heart grew three sizes.

Vincent Sinclair

....... sharp inhale.

i... it’s for him? another sharp inhale. are you sure? proceeds to freak out internally.

thanks you. yes, you heard him right. vincent sinclair is the type of man to thank you for giving him your nudes.

super flustered and will only look at them once you leave.

another paranoid that has a super secret place to keep your photos. checks on them often to make sure they’re all there and lowkey repeats the process of freaking out over them again.

has probably already drawn you naked before but this time it’s different! now he has reference!

it won’t be noticeable since he’s too shy to approach you about it but his libido will spike.

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TWEWY Anime Impressions

I finally watched the TWEWY anime! So here’s a hodgepodge of my thoughts for anyone who’s up for hearing them.

Putting a read-more up because this gonna be looong. Seriously, like, stupidly long. Strap in if you’re reading:

In General:

As far as anime adaptations of video games go, this is definitely a good one in so many ways. I have a few issues that I’ll get into, but this was obviously made with talent, passion, creativity and a good love of the source material.

One big flaw which is squarely the fault of how much the makers of the show had to work with is the pacing. 12 episodes is barely enough to do this game justice and it isn’t enough to get so much of what makes this game and these characters great come across. You’re squeezing a week’s worth of missions into 3 episodes with the first week alone, when the missions have their greatest relevance. The day-to-day struggle of going through the game and taking the time to get the missions right and getting to know each other is something that feels like a process, which is what the Reaper’s Game is meant to be. But that doesn’t come across too well because of how crammed the pacing is. It makes moments like Shiki thinking over the impact of the game feel cheap because it’s barely been that much time for us. So there’s a big risk of me just making this list tons of nit-picks of omissions, but I’ll try to avoid that. At the end of the day, things had to be cut and rearranged to make this show work, so it’s better to raise issue where there were more avoidable problems. The bottom line is that while I’m ultimately more glad to have this show than to not have it, it needs to be said right off the bat that it deserved better and would have benefitted from being able to stretch out its story by even just a few more episodes.

There’s lots of great little references to little aspects of the game throughout the show, like billboards, pins and even people once or twice. Love a good reference, I do.

It’s hardly new or surprising to say that the animation is fantastic. That OP intro is the sickest thing! The action especially is really fun, flashy and fluid.

That said, they do take the easy way out a bit by having Neku default to fire attacks all the time with occasional dips into other psych abilities, without ever really getting into the pins that his psychs are sourced from. He has so much more range, one of the cool things about playing as him. I miss that versatility.

On top of that, a lot of the fights are pretty formulaic. The tough battles, however flashy and cool they are, just boil down to [Neku and Partner exchange blows with enemy] -> [Enemy gets them on the ropes] -> [Neku and Partner unleash fusion attack and defeat enemy]. It’s the same routine and as cool as it is, it makes battles predictable.

I generally really like the art style of the anime. Everyone looks very much like themselves, even if not as stylised. They’re still stylised in a different way for the show, which makes it distinct but close and I like that.

Having said that, it does make everybody look a bit more cute-sy. This largely doesn’t bother me, but we did lose two good men out there. Well, I say ‘good’... What I’m saying is that Joshua and Kariya are the biggest casualties here. Joshua’s sly eyes that are always mocking you just aren’t there and is he even really Joshua without those?? Same kinda goes for Kariya, who wore experience all over him along with his lackadaisical attitude at almost all times. You nearly never saw him without some kind of grin and it was so incredibly weird to see him almost never so much as smirking, or looking like a plush toy when he finally did.

This issue extends a bit into characterisation too. Kariya accompanies Uzuki when she tries to get Neku to kill Shiki and just watches. I feel like Kariya would pull a Hanekoma and reel Uzuki in here. He’s lazy but not a rebel to the rules. He just seems way too detached by being there as a spectator. In general, he doesn’t have anything close to the same dynamic with Uzuki. They don’t bicker or debate like an old married couple, they don’t make bets for ramen like siblings and in general they don’t talk like they’re best friends nearly as much and it’s disappointing because their friendship was one of the really fun and interesting parts of the Reapers as a group. Take it away and they’re just kind of boring.

I’ll say right now that I’m not a fan of unnecessary changes. I can see some weird changes that I’m not a fan of but I understand them because they serve a purpose in the altered narrative, usually altered to fit the story into a more episodic format. I can get a few rearrangements and things, but things like scanning being a more intimate process of touching people individually is visually kinda cool and nothing else. It’s an alteration of the lore that nettles me more than you’d think because of the theme. Noise. Music. Cacaphony. Scanning is meant to be like having the radio turned on at every station at once that you need to focus through. It’s meant to be overwhelming but a display of Shibuya’s diversity and conflict. It’s a feeling that gets changed in Week 3 when you only receive one signal from all people. You can see how it’s a minor thing that doesn’t matter in the big picture, but it’s a thematic visualisation of society and how they’re affected that gets lost here.

Also not sure what I think of the noise possessing people in the UG. It’s something that actually got theorised about in the secret reports of the game, but here it just happens regularly because of “negative emotion” which is a trope that I feel always comes across as playing with fire. Emotions are a complex thing and simplifying it to “Very angry=bad” and such always feels cheap. In general, there’s a similar kind of cheapness across the show of its themes, big and small. An inevitable part of the adaptation process, but a sad one to see.

On that note, Neku’s character development. I have to be fair and acknowledge that a game like TWEWY with its length, depth and length of depth was never going to get the kind of nuanced growth that Neku got in the games, especially in the aforementioned 12 episodes. So with that in mind, the show does a decent job. Even so, some of the choices with him are... choices. It really downplays his anti-social behaviour at the start of the game, which is pretty critical. You don’t get to see his utter dismissal and complete distrust of other people. He’s way too tolerant of Shiki at the start and as such, it’s harder to accept that he’s someone in need of redemption. His character development is good given the circumstances that it’s in, but I get the sense that the challenge was lessened for the sake of ease here. It’s one of the major things that really deserved better, but I do appreciate that they tried.

The noise were really done justice here! They look so cool, they have tons of variance and whether they fight the same as they do in the game or not, they’re an intimidating challenge that Neku and the gang have to earn victories from. I never realised how much I like the noise until watching this, actually.

The anime lets us see many more random Players outside of Neku’s circles, which is great. It’s cool to see the Game as a much bigger thing with lots of lives at stake that you can actually see. We originally only got a simple display of that in an early cutscene of the game. Also lets us witness the noise being a lot more menacing as they literally have cannon fodder to wipe out.

There’s also more variance to the designs of the other Reaper randos, which is such a blessing to not see the same red hooded guy and black hooded guy everywhere Neku goes.

Megumi kind of defaulted to smiling in all but one of his sprites, so it’s really weird to not only not see him smile in the first place, but for him to smile so rarely during meetings and things. I miss seeing his regular good humoured manner, even while giving serious instructions. It just feels like I’m watching a different character... With a drinking problem... He got done dirty by this show.

I’ll be honest and admit I’m bad at paying attention to this kind of thing my first time through unless it really stands out, but the soundtrack is great from what I’ve noticed. Good cameos from the original game but also some cool music of its own. Thumbs up on that front!

Week 1 (Episodes 1-3):

I kind of like Shiki telling Neku about the UG rather than Hanekoma. You’d think info like that would be commonplace among the players, except for Neku, of course.

In spite of the decent job the show does with Neku’s growth, it takes away Neku’s choice in trying to kill Shiki by making him possessed by the noise instead of naturally distrustful of her. It’s less of a failure on his part to trust others and more a failure of his ability to control his emotions, which has almost nothing to do with his anti-social personality. The growth is less “Trust your partner” and more “Do what you want, just don’t be so mad, bro”.

I do like that he’s more apologetic for almost killing her though.

Also, I’d wondered this before, but it does make much more sense for Megumi to issue the order for all players to get erased after they’ve done the mission that enacts his red skull trend that was crucial to his month long broader game. Then again, I guess if that’d happened, he’d still have beaten the Composer’s proxy and won the game that way, assuming that was valid in the face of his “Fix Shibuya” win-requirement. So it’s pretty smart of him to issue his big gambit plan with the survivors of that mission, ensuring the best players handle his big plan since it’s possible that they won’t get erased as easily as he’d like. Mind blown! Right here! Anyway, yeah, it’s cool that the show gives us that with two birds in one stone.

I don’t like the anguis hax sky lasers after the red skull mission. Part of what sets Higashizawa up as a character and sets Week 1 apart as a week of the game is that there are no shenanigans screwing up what’s normally a legal process and we get to witness that firsthand for a full week before everything goes off-rails. Higashizawa doesn’t need to cheat the players because he’s just a clever and efficient GM (proxy) who comes up with a gambit that screws everyone over. Here, he just cheats and apocalypses everyone. It’s kinda weak.

Shiki’s arc is a mixed bag. They did her well but it was also really rushed. I went on for ages about Day 6 in the game liveblog, so you know my passion for that day and Shiki’s arc there if you’ve seen that. Here, her issues are downplayed a bit as is her way of getting over it. Neku’s first encouragement to her happen a little too easily and fix things a little too quickly, when the original game had that comment be more of a precursor to her healing - a first step. It was also a dramatic line to hear from Neku, whereas anime Neku isn’t super nice, but you don’t get the sense that praising someone else is out of the ordinary for him, so that feeling of surprise growth from him isn’t really there. As for Shiki, she just kind of wallows a bit but doesn’t really shut down as much as she did in the game, partly due to not having our Week 1 antagonist throw it in her face. I do love the way we see her and Eri breaking down over each other, but that then kind of muddles in the reveal that everyone in the UG is dead and I think I’d be a bit lost if this was my first time through the story. It’s a bit overwhelming, but I can understand this is largely another issue that’s caused by the pacing. I basically don’t want to reproach too much of this because what is properly given time is pretty good, but it could have used more set up and development.

Neku referencing specific moments from the game to show her strengths to her is neat. I do miss his more general Neku-advice about being you, but this is an effective way of demonstrating a similar point about self-acceptance.

Oof. That shot that showed Sota and Nao’s accident that gets them into the game. I take it back, no more references please!

OH MY GOODNESS the brutality of Rhyme’s death is WAY worse than it was in the game! That was a sucker punch!

It looks a bit like Rhyme was Uzuki’s kill but I feel like it’s implied that Kariya was the one who killed Rhyme in the game, though it’s a bit of a moot point. It’s a weird thing for me to fixate on. I’m more sad that Kariya doesn’t rationally blame Beat for her demise more as that was one of the harder hitting aspects of her loss. He just kind of behaves like the cartoon villain the show has kind of made him into. I miss his nuance.

That final fight against Higashizawa was AWESOME! Could have used more giant Mr Mew though. Underused hero of the story here!

Yodai doesn’t congratulate Shiki on the win, but then he didn’t have a pre-existing enemy relationship with her here, so there’d be less point if they did. Alas poor chef.

I see the anime isn’t doing the whole “Throw the audience into the next game and flashback to explain what happened later” thing. It’s not an issue for me, but ironically I think that approach would have been better served in an episodic setting like this.

Neku and Shiki don’t see Beat become a Reaper here, which is a good idea. Builds up the suspense of what happened to him and makes it more of a reveal when he shows up as a Reaper. It was a bit funny that Neku seemed so surprised by that in the original game.

They don’t bother mentioning the points system here, which is probably a good call. It was weirdly complicated and underexplained when you think about it in the original game, which I called up before. Here, Megumi’s just like “This game is different and Shiki, you’re the only one because you had the best character development” and dang, that’s a simplification that actually kind of makes a lot of sense? Like it’s a more believable excuse than the “Composer says so because points” one he gives in the game.

“Neku went through a much bigger change” Mmm, did he though, Shiki? In the game, definitely. Here, it’s not that noticable. Kinda plays to the anime’s favour, actually.

So Shiki getting taken as Neku’s entry fee hurts her. It’s another mixed bag for me because it kind of makes the Reaper’s look more evil, which they’re not meant to generally be, plus we’re basically watching our girl get tortured. But it does amp up the drama and seeing Neku so concerned for her to her face is quite touching.

Week 2 (Episodes 4-7):

I don’t know they did it, but they really found a way to make Sho even more extra (or, extra extra, if you will)

The scan-via-touch thing hits an inconsistancy pretty quickly when Neku literally falls into Joshua’s arms when he meets him but doesn’t sense anything, but then when it’s convenient for the narrative, he gets those flashes when he touches Joshua’s shoulder.

Now Sho too? Why does the show have to make the GM’s seem desperate to kill players by breaking the rules so much? It gave us a cool moment of Neku trying to rally everyone to trust their partners, but still...

I always figured the trash heaps were in the UG. Hard to know for sure how physical objects in the UG work and all, but if those towers of trash were in the RG, I’d have thought they’d draw too much attention to the Reapers. Then again, the game did have Konishi ordering a couple of Reaper mooks to clear those piles up, so maybe that’s exactly the case. Either way, Sho is more of a loose cannon than I knew.

That scene with Neku and Eri in the flower shop was so sweet. When the anime takes its time, you get really good scenes out of it! I like seeing more of Eri and her grief for Shiki as well as how Neku in his own grief starts thinking more about who he is.

Ooh! I love that Neku has his talks with Hanekoma and Joshua openly while all three are sitting together. You get to see Mr H is clearly gunning to change Neku’s mind and Joshua is aware of it and has a different take. It’s like a friendly game of chess is happening between them as they talk that Neku isn’t aware of. That’s a cool detail.

We see them very briefly, but I love how Tenho and BJ get the classic Reaper mook designs as their own. Good for them.

This is such a simple detail that I doubt most people will care about, but I love the fact that the time travel camera only works a couple of times a day because it drains the battery. That’s way more believable and logical than an arbitrary 3 shot limit. (Though I do still like Neku and Josh both being joint annoyed at Hanekoma for the arbitrary limit). I swear, they made it a video camera here just so they could include that line “This mic is zetta sexy!” didn’t they? Good for them.

Sota and Nao get their time in the sun! And it is glorious! The anime seriously found a way to make them even bigger sweethearts than they already were. I love them so much! It was kinda cool how the show spaced out their talk with Neku, giving them more time to think over their perspective and bond with him over a couple of days instead of one nice meeting. They were done so well. Their deaths were sadly a bit rushed though.

Did, uh... Did Tenho and BJ die? I made a point about them having the OG basic Reaper designs and then we saw those designs bite the dust. I think it was the same voices too. Even if that wasn’t them, seeing that makes me major sad. I’m very attached to all those guys.

That detail of the actual map from the game being used as Joshua describes the path of Route 5 was sooo slick!

I like Uzuki and Kariya helping out Neku to pay him back for helping them. I notice Neku helping them has no vindictive reasoning this time around, but given how none of the other events from that day were as present, it was kind of the only opportunity to show Neku helping people.

They also just come right out and say that Beat is totally screwing around with his mission to take them out and is even low-key protecting them here. I do like that; that’s pretty cool.

Getting to see Neku and Josh drop the freaking moon on Minamimoto was pretty awesome, but now I feel cheated out of Mr Mewzilla.

JOSHUA THREW NEKU OFF THE BUILDING!! It’s just what I wanted for Christmas! I always imagined Joshua doing that to Neku and it’s great to see that’s what was meant to be.

Week 3 (Episodes 8-12)

Aww, Rhyme helping Beat out in the battle to save Neku is a really nice touch.

I’m a little gutted that there’s no Uzuki-Beat banter. We were so close to the thin ice line... Plus, she’s just not as rage-happy as she was in the game.

Dang, Beat’s just coming right out of the gate with the Rhyme reveal. Honestly, it’s a fairly easy twist to call, so I think it flows better here.

Also, the anime’s confirming Mr H gave Beat a LOT of information. It’s like it’s implying that Hanekoma planted the idea in Beat’s head that he needs to become the Composer. I’m fairly sure info like that was at least unconfirmed, if not outright just a different source.

Considering how erasing people was something we never outright saw Neku and Beat do, even regularly seeing them not erase people, did they just erase that rando Reaper who attacked them and then not even comment on it? They just moved right along, huh? Brutal.

Oh my goodness, we DID see BJ and Tenho die! Awww noooooooo!! 777 was wearing their hoodies! It’s bad enough that they’re left behind in the original game, now 777 is the one left behind here, before Konishi shows up to wipe out Def March. That’s so SAD! 777 refusing to wear an O-pin is also a nice touch.

Oh no, we actually get to see the moment Beat and Rhyme died! I’m not really a fan of how they did that to be honest. The original story according to Beat had Beat literally running away across the road and Rhyme chasing after him in such a hurry that she ran into the path of an oncoming car. Sure, Rhyme was pursuing Beat here but the car going out of control was a freak accident heading off the road, after Rhyme had stopped moving, no less. It’s less a case of Rhyme’s route taking her to the car and more the car’s route taking it to her. The fact that Rhyme went after Beat being a direct correlation to her death is still here, but I think it’s less strong.

It seems like they just combined all of the Beat and Rhyme conversations into one here. I’m not really against that, because if I’m honest, those Week 3 conversations did feel a bit like one big long talk split into three for the sake of pacing, which works fine, but here it seems like we’re losing out on the whole dream stuff, even though Beat set up for it earlier when he said he wanted to be the greatest skateboarder. Yeah, he brings it up later, but it gets morphed into sounding like being the greatest skateboarder really is his dream, rather than an excuse made to comfort Rhyme, which was the whole point of the dream thing in the first place as well as setting up what Rhyme’s actual entry fee was. It’s one less emotional punch to the story as well.

I do like how they’re kind of self-aware about how Neku’s “you’re an idiot” pep talk is so backhanded. That’s a fun thing to acknowledge.

Since Kariya and Uzuki don’t have a presence at this point, I like the implication that starting at the Underpass where Beat died looks more like it was Konishi’s doing than Kariya’s. Wasn’t totally out of character for Kariya, but it did seem a bit mean for him.

Beat gets to be a bit more big-brain here since the anime doesn’t have the time to have him figure things out slowly. Good for him! But having said that, it does mean we see less of his personality. I miss his childlike attitude as he wrestled to figure things out, got excited when he thought he had it and was disappointed when he was shot down. We’re only really getting to see his serious deduction work and we’re losing out on some of the fun that Beat is to be around.

That added scene with Beat and Neku helping Eri was really nice! I’m glad Eri gets to have a bigger presence in the anime. She just kinda disappeared after her role in the story. Plus, the Lv2 Fusion attack was awesome!

It’s cool how Week 3 has the sky being an ominous red colour as more and more of the city falls to the red skull pins. It’s a great atmosphere.

The fight against Kariya and Uzuki was as fun and frantic as it should have been. Really good action and good use of our villains duo!

Oh snap, Lv2 and Lv3 fusion in one episode? It’s only episode 9! How do you go up from that?

Kariya and Uzuki’s confrontation about promotion is decent, but again it feels watered down a bit. There could have been more pauses or something because it feels like we just suddenly get into it and that it doesn’t seem like as big of a deal as it should be if Kariya is just casually getting into it. It’s interesting to hear him be more sincere and less sarcastic about enjoying spending his time with Uzuki.

Seeing Konishi actively gathering data at the expense of Kariya and Uzuki, as well as Hanekoma clearly bringing back Sho was honestly really cool to see!

It took me a while to realise that the whole “5 days to live” thing that Beat got for leaving the Reapers wasn’t here, which is honestly for the best. It never really went anywhere in the game anyway. I am sad to lose Beat’s freakouts, of course.

Interesting choice to have Neku and Beat on the events of Day 7 by Day 6, a whole day ahead of schedule.

Neku and Beat channelling power into the Rhyme noise so that she can go through a Pokemon evolution and fight Konishi herself for a devastating victory was immensely satisfying!

Extending Neku and Shiki’s conversation about her being his entry fee a little was really cute. It did trail off a bit abruptly in the original game, I felt.

Combining the first two battles against Megumi into one was a decent move, actually. It saves a little time and looks pretty good. We may not have gotten the giant Mr Mew, but the Mr Mew legion is a solid substitute!

That said, while it’s a flashy battle, Draco Cantus is done before the opening title of the last episode and Neku fights it the same way the game had us fighting the second Megumi battle. I can see how it condenses the story quite effectively, but it’s a bit less climactic.

A shorter monologue of his plan, no personal appeal to Neku, no questioning of Neku’s journey, no attempt to imprint on Neku and subsequent reveal of the second player pin, no farewell to Joshua, no well wishes to Neku, gets erased before his timer even runs out with less than 2 minutes left, half of his plan gets explained by Josh and Hanekoma later and not even so much as a smile throughout the entire anime. Megumi got done SO dirty by this show and honestly, that really gets to me. It’s probably the thing I’m most annoyed about.

I prefer the Room of Reckoning, but I do like the show making more use of the corridor with all the CAT graffiti. It’s a good spot for a final confrontation.

Dat effect when Joshua summoned the guns. That was so cool.

Joshua mentioning needing to punish Hanekoma is weird to me. I feel like it’s better that how much he knows about Mr H’s involvement and how he feels about it is more ambiguous. Plus, I always saw their roles as close to equal, so it’s weird to see him specifically talk down about Hanekoma.

Oh flipping heck.

No.

That is so bad.

Gosh freaking darn it.

Are you kidding?

“I’ll trust you”???

Screw this.

SERIOUSLY!?

They BUTCHERED that scene!

Neku having those thoughts and taking inventory while we get those clear shots of him thinking things through right before he throws his gun down to the floor and warmly declares that he’s going to trust Joshua just RIPS away all the ambiguity, the emotion, the panic, the pain, the confusion, the risk, the uncertainty and turns this dramatic and jaw-dropping moment into a freaking Disney movie. And I’m talking direct-to-DVD Disney sequel here. That is just awful. It strips the gravitas away from the moment, it strips the complexity away from Neku and it strips the tension away from the audience. That. Sucked.

The RG people being in full colour the moment Neku is brought back to life fully was awesome! It’s so weird how used to their discoloured effect I was and I was only really aware of it when it was gone, so that was actually really well done! I don’t know if they were always around, but I immediately started recognising shopkeepers in the background like the Mus Rattus and Wild Boar girls, as well as Shooter and Yammer. Really nice detail.

Oh my gosh, the reunion was such a cute scene. The way we saw Shiki without seeing her was really good. The way parts of it paralleled the game’s ending shot-for-shot and NEKU TAKING OFF HIS HEADPHONES RIGHT THEN AND THERE!! That was awesome!

Joshua and Hanekoma’s secret ending moment getting an extension to go over some secret reports info for anime audiences is a good move and quite an interesting one. That said, the differences are really weird. They make Megumi sound like a total crook even though everything he did was fair game for the sake of enacting his plan to play against the Composer in their wager. Then they go on to just declare that Joshua went one further than simply giving Neku a spare Player Pin as a precaution and Hanekoma also gave Neku powers beyond what he was supposed to be capable of. In other words, both Joshua and Mr H cheated the game. THAT. ROYALLY. SUCKS. No honour, no real foresight, no faith in Neku and no respect for Kitaniji. What the heck. This game that was such a grandiose gathering of gambits as well as growth in skill in the original game just got reduced to a set of loaded dice.

And them just outright explaining why Joshua didn’t destroy Shibuya is so lame, again stripping the ending of all ambiguity or at least leaving the audience with the freedom to use their heads. But I do get that one. We were shown the reasons why plain as day throughout the game. The anime had to shorten everything so badly that it didn’t really get that luxury.

SOTA AND NAO ARE ALIVE AAAAAAHHHHHHH YYYEEEEESSSSSS AND THEY’RE FRIENDS WITH NEKU AND CO

777 AND DEF MARCH ARE ALIVE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Never mind, this is the best ending ever.

Genuinely though, the way we get to see Neku and everyone heading over to check out some CAT graffiti while montaging through other characters carrying on enjoying life is really lovely. It’s a good ending to the anime and the graffiti of Neku’s headphones was a nice touch. We don’t get Neku’s final monologue unfortunately, nor his big freaked out “What the hell!?” when he’s brough back to life, but since the duel between him and Joshua got utterly ruined, I honestly don’t care much at this point. I’m just glad the ending is an overall happy experience.

Closing Thoughts

I think my favourite adaptation of a video game’s story to another medium remains the Persona 4 anime followed closely by the Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days manga. This wasn’t bad, but it should have been better and falls short of the kind of quality other attempts have achieved. At their best, adaptations like this can do justice to the original story, retell events in creative ways and even potentially expand on the characters if it’s willing to take the time to do so.

I don’t know the reasons behind the choices of this anime. I don’t know why it was only 12 episodes and I’m happy to hear the answer to that if someone knows it. All I know is that the final result shows that decision to be a very flawed one. Some episodes, particularly some of the later episodes, were actually well paced, but it came at the expense of pacing for earlier episodes. You can see good ideas here and it’s obvious that if this show had had the time, it could have not only done justice to at least most of the stories and characters in the original game, it could even have given us fun new takes on them. As it stands, those ideas are rushed or implemented in a crammed way. Emotionally powerful moments from the original pack the punch of a teddy bear and the gradual growth of our main character, the centrepiece of this story, happens in leaps rather than the steady pace that felt so natural in the game.

But like I said, it’s not bad. Sure, certain critical moments were destroyed, characters like Joshua and Kariya felt pretty off and poor sweet Megumi was completely massacred, but the show is a visual and audial feast, the intro is sick, the noise are really cool, some of the new ideas do get to shine pretty well and some depictions of old scenes are at least decently well done.

Overall, it’s difficult to get my bearings on how I feel about it and I might need more time, because it’s one of those things that I really want to like and there is good stuff in it, but the disappointment of the few specific things that really bug me will always hold it back massively. I certainly don’t hate it but I can’t love it either. I just like it and even then, I don’t how much I like the whole, though I know there are a bunch of individual parts that I really like.

So, sorry if that’s ridiculously long-winded and/or pretentious, but there you have it. Those are my thoughts on TWEWY The Animation.

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chainofclovers · 3 years

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Grace and Frankie 7x1 - 7x4 thoughts

Meh? Like...I love them so much, but...meh?

(I did enjoy this line about brunch.)

I really loved season 6 of Grace and Frankie. I thought it was well-paced, largely very well-acted, generally well-written, and it culminated in a massive moment of character development for the title characters, who, having spent years growing closer and being there for each other when others could not or would not be, finally articulate to each other that they are the primary person in each other’s lives. Platonic gal pal soulmate BFF emotional support witches 4 lyfe!

I know progress isn’t always linear, and in fact is very rarely linear, but after a moment that significant, you’d think the writers on this show would maybe come up with some more interesting things for these characters to do than spin in circles?

@bristler and I watched on Friday night, and just this morning over breakfast had a good conversation about the first four episodes of the new season now that they have settled in our brains a bit. We concluded that the writing (often noticeably clunky, like the dialogue is responsible for more narration than usual) and the tone (aggressively wacky) feel really off, especially compared to the prior season. I think we diagnosed the big issue, which is that Lily Tomlin and Jane Fonda are by far the most talented actors on this show (if you disagree, fight me in the parking lot) and it feels surprisingly unfortunate that their characters have, to this point in the new season, pretty much figured out their perspectives on each other. No matter how people feel about Grace and Frankie’s sexualities, the whole show has been about them finding each other and getting in deeper and deeper, and it’s less interesting to watch other characters have realizations about that than it is to watch Grace and Frankie having realizations about themselves. If the title characters are now limited to reacting to other people’s actions, and the title characters are played by the best actors on the show, the whole show’s gonna suffer. And is suffering, very much so, at least for these first four episodes. I’m definitely still excited for the final twelve in 2022 (twelve! I cannot believe this season will have sixteen eps!), but I’m pretty disappointed so far.

Stuff I Loved:

The family brunch. These families have been entwined for so long, and the backstory for this particular brunch was so fun (even though I didn’t care for the effects they did to depict Grace and Robert 25 years ago; there was no need for a visual flashback in the scene). I love that Grace hit Frankie with a wiffle ball bat. I love that the two couples realized some of the emotional reasons behind their decisions to lie to each other about Bud’s Bunny and about M’Challah. I love the way Jane Fonda sounds uttering the phrase “Bud’s Bunny” with little to no irony. I love that Grace is able to recognize and articulate just how deep and miserable her anger issues were, albeit with the continued help of her omnipresent martini, and that Frankie told her she’d now make up a holiday in order to spend more time with Grace. I really, really hope Frankie does exactly this at some point in the remaining episodes of the season. I love that Grace is generally a pretty good person now, with aspirations of being a delightful person. I love that she and Frankie don’t have it in them to stay angry with each other, and I love all the evidence that they really, really talk to each other about everything now.

Frankie talking to the man at the office (I don’t remember who he was supposed to be? A toilet manufacturer? I didn’t mention this before, but I actually got pretty high while watching?!? Believe it or not, this was the first time I smoked pot and watched Grace and Frankie at the same time despite having enjoyed both activities on their own for quite some time. I would recommend the combo! And I think I still pretty much got what was happening) about paying for the toilet parts with candy. This whole subplot with the money laundering was absurd and not that interesting, but I loved this particular scene because it was finally evidence of some really thoughtful writing. The concepts aren’t enough! You have to write them into good dialogue! And the whole cash/candy thing was a moment of dialogue that only someone as hilarious as Lily Tomlin could pull off. Which she did, IMO.

In a show about super messy people, Coyote has stayed sober this entire time. He is sober, employed, in love, and preparing to buy a full-sized house with his partner. He hasn’t murdered anyone in his family. Hasn’t even attempted murder once.

In 2017 or whatever, Grace Hanson would have been furious about Frankie using obscure Beatles references like a treasure map when hiding the cash. But here in 2021, she cooperates and even gets in on the fun. The writing is very unsubtle this season, but that did feel like a reasonably subtle moment that shows how good of a partner she is for Frankie. (Platonic, of course! So platonic. Female friendship, amirite?)

Stuff I Did NOT Love and Felt Incredibly Negative About:

Brianna. I can only conclude that June Diane Raphael has decided she’s happy with playing a character whose primary role in life is to be hot and mean. She succeeds at being hot and mean, but I have reached my limit with this character. I realize we’re only a quarter of the way into the season, but I don’t think I can take another arc about her learning to compromise only to reveal to Barry that she never intended to compromise at all. At this point, it’s both abusive and boring. How?! The Grace/Brianna parallels aren’t interesting anymore, because one character has grown and the other is stagnant. I get that Brianna was raised in an emotionally stilted environment by two unhealthy people. But I think it would be very cool if she could learn something from her mother at this point. Grace has put a ton of effort into dealing with her “rabbit-killing, mad-at-the-world anger.” She’s put a ton of effort into figuring out what makes her happy, what she wants her life to look like. She’s even started accepting her age and abilities without shame. And that growth is believable; Grace is still short-tempered and she still slugs back way too many martinis and she struggles to articulate certain things, but she’s grown into a truly lovely human. And while, as a daughter with a mother, I can absolutely attest to the fact that it can be difficult and uncomfortable to learn lessons from one’s mother, Brianna really, really should. Grace spent decades letting anger and shame trap her in a small, miserable life. Brianna—and even Mallory, who just seems like a vapid idiot this season—are traveling that same path, but there’s someone right there who could really help, maybe even more than Frankie helped when the Hanson girls were first growing up.

The arraignment. The scene might’ve been salvageable if it was filmed from Grace’s perspective, and filmed to reflect how surreal and improbable it all was. But speaking of non-linear progress, this scene erased everything Nick Skolka has done to put himself in my good graces (LOL) over the past couple seasons. I mean, I tried, man. I even wrote fic about Nick, Grace, and Frankie making a genuine effort at polyamory. But the arraignment is so emotionally manipulative, such a slap in the face of everything Grace has worked for, and while we’re certainly “supposed” to feel the weight of the moment, I mean, it’s not like we’re supposed to be like, “Oh, cool, we’re in a rom com now! This is adorable!” it still felt bad and unearned and slapdash.

And I want Frankie to process these things with her! Frankie seems so happy to have all this information about Grace and how Grace feels, but I want to see scenes in which we can gain an understanding of how Frankie actually feels. Hearing Frankie talk to other people about how Grace feels is interesting, but it’s like there’s no room in these episodes for us to learn anything new about Frankie herself.

Grace’s transitional wig. Is so. Bad. It is. Such a. Bad wig. Oof. I mean, I like what they’re doing with Grace’s hair from a plot perspective, although (see one bullet up) I would really like to get more of an understanding of what’s happening in Grace’s head, not just on top of her head. And gosh, Frankie would be a really good person to talk to about this in a conversation that lasts longer than 30 seconds. But the wig! She’s in a wig in all four episodes, of course, since Jane Fonda went grey and cut her hair short before they started filming this season. The wig for episodes 1 and 2 is fine; it’s a good approximation of Grace’s typical hair, and of course we know that canonically Grace’s hair isn’t 100% her own hair anyway. But the wig with grey roots looks so weird. The part that’s growing out doesn’t look the same as the hair on the wig from 1 and 2. And the grey roots look like a yarmulke. I cannot wait to get to the point in the season when Grace goes all the way grey.

(One more thing about the hair. I can’t let it go. I paused the show while we were watching to rant, but I’m not done.) I had the great privilege of seeing Jane Fonda in person at a protest in 2019. She is an insanely beautiful human. She was growing her hair out and it was partially dyed blonde and partially grey. It looked really cool. I am not ashamed to say I spent that day learning many things about the climate crisis and about Jane Fonda’s hair. Having seen her in real life with her real hair looking that fucking great, I just have a an extra-large grudge against everyone involved in that horrible wig. The wig is necessary, but it didn’t have to be this bad.

What Do I Care About Now?

I am pretty intrigued by the way Grace threw out her real age in a conversation with Nick and Elena. She has nothing to fear anymore! She’s so chill about aging! What could go wrong? I assume that Nick and Elena maneuvering for Nick to be on house arrest in Grace's house specifically has to do with the fact that Grace is 82. She’s gonna find out that Nick is allowed to be with her because she’s ancient and helpless and the court took pity. Or something like that. She’s going to feel betrayed on top of feeling stifled and overwhelmed by Nick’s presence. I want to see where this goes for sure.

Other than that, and other than the fact that I really do continue to believe this show is moving in a direction in which Grace and Frankie will choose each other, I feel very whatever about this whole thing. I love this show and I will always appreciate this show for giving me some incredible characters to spend years of my life writing about, and for bringing me some pretty amazing friendships. Speaking of those friendships, yesterday @ellydash and @telanu and I were talking about some of the incredible TV we’ve watched recently, like Ted Lasso and Hacks and Fleabag and Killing Eve, and how great it feels to watch beautifully written TV crafted by writers who are profoundly—organically yet intentionally—attuned to even the most minor character’s rhythm. The disappointment of these first few episodes of the new G&F season feels like a mild disappointment rather than a sharp heartbreak, and that has a lot to do with being deeply invested in other shows that could also go in all kinds of different directions but with writing I fundamentally trust.

Also Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin are my forever faves and my appreciation for their performances and general awesomeness onscreen and in life is undiminished. So that’s pretty cool.

#grace and frankie #meta by me #grace and frankie s7 spoilers #a lesbian watches ted lasso #grace hanson is a gay disaster #except #she's not even a disaster anymore #she's totally fine and men keep bothering her!#frankie bergstein is a bisexual mess

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fallindomino · 3 years

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how i would have changed s2 of hsmtmts

obvious disclaimer but im not a screenwriter or anyth so im not claiming what i want is best, this is just for fun lololol

okay so first of all nini would still have dropped out of yac but she wouldn’t have gone back to east, she would have transferred to north bc she was too ashamed to tell anyone she left at first and maybe she still wants to explore who she is away from ricky and the others

nini could join north’s batb and this way maybe we could have some playful rivalry with lily and nini and more scenes with antoine shdhdjdj also it could have been a great opportunity to flesh out lily’s character so those scenes where she reaches out to ricky and her confession at the end of the season actually make sense lol

speaking of ricky ,,, i think he should have left the play at some point hear me out. he only joined in the first place because of nini and barely wanted to do it at all once he realized he wasn’t gonna be able to perform with her. he could have joined crew and been a manager with natalie or smth considering he rlly does see the theater gang as a second family. also this would leave so much room for ej and ricky development and bants since ej joined the av club and began to pursue film. they could have some convos where idk ricky asks ej how he figured out what he wanted to do after duke didn’t work out and ricky could actually develop some interests that arent the play or nini ,,, maybe fucking art club i mean he did p good on that centerpiece for carlos’ quinceañera.

with ricky not being the beast anymore i think seb should take his place that would be soooo good. and since seb isn’t chip anymore carlos won’t make those snide comments about chip being a small unimportant role and we can just cut that whole fight bc it was dumb and bad. we could still have seb being insecure that carlos is only dating him bc there aren’t really any other gay guys at school. in a heartbeat is great and i did like ricky being supportive in the background it was kinda funny too idk dhdjdjfj

ooh i almost forgot abt rini ahshdj okay so i still think they should break up. but in my version there’s no ricky pulling an ej 1.0 and deleting comments off of nini’s insta, cause with ricky in art club and nini at north trying to figure out what she wants i think one of them would realize that they’re going in different directions and only got back tgt because they made each other feel safe cause what they had was familiar. this could be triggered by ricky mentioning smth abt nini at yac and then nini breaks down and tells him that she dropped out and is at north and doesn’t know where she’s going. and then they can both realize they aren’t good for each other rn and have a less tragic mutual break up.

honestly i really liked the scene of nini taking charge after miss jenn freaked out cause with the character detail of nini giving every person in the cast of productions she’s in a thank you note she just seems really like someone who is suited to lifting others up. this could still be explored at north, maybe she could help lily through her issues that were briefly implied in ep 11 and nini realizes she wants to be a drama teacher and encourage kids to go off book and put themselves into their acting, something she couldn’t have at yac.

okay now ej ,,, so like i said in ricky’s section, more bants between them cause i feel like friendships kinda fell by the wayside due to all the relationships so more friendship !!!! also the scene where ej tells his dad he’s not going to duke shouldn’t have been an ending scene, it should have been fleshed out with his dad pushing back saying how he pulled all these strings to get him in and ej saying he doesn’t wanna go if his own hard work couldn’t get him there. and also more scenes of ej doing av club things !!! and realizing he rlly likes film and wants to do it OMG IT WOULD BE SO COOL IF HE BROKE THE FOURTH WALL AND ASKED THE DOCUMENTARY CREW ABT THE FILM INDUSTRY god i would love that. the only scene we rlly got of ej doing film things was at the quinceañera which made me kinda sad. uhhh also i just wanted to specifically mention how ej got mr mazzara that job at cal tech bc it really showed how he wanted to be there for people not just for gina, who he had a crush on, but for mr mazzara who supported him outside of romance, so i wanna keep that for sure.

gina !!! okay so i mostly liked her arc in this season, the only changes i would make would be to flesh it out a teeny bit (god this hypothetical s2 would have to be like 22 eps at least shdjdjdjfj) anyways besides ashlyn singing home to get gina to stay i think there should be a scene where they actually talk in her room abt how gina feels safer when shes on the run (second chance reference ilysm) hhhh and also a scene of her and carlos actually working out compromises for their choreo cause i liked that bit of development too and fleshing that out would make gina an even better foil for lily, who felt a need to hog the spotlight like gina used to. with gina’s own arc fleshed out her character would feel more whole independently from romance and portwell would be even more rewarding than it is in the current s2. the only thing i would really change abt portwell is that they would kiss !!! in the finale but thats bc im biased.

ashlyn should have gotten a more fleshed out storyline about being insecure about not being a good enough belle or the typical belle. there were some throwaway lines when north did their typical dramatics but the only two real scenes that showed it were when ash talked to big red about it and when she was telling nini she wanted to do a run in “home” bc lily did it. ashlyn should get more screen time where she has to grapple with the reasons she doesn’t feel good enough and big red can still support her but also gina too bc i would like more roommate besties interaction.

kourtney could still date howie, that harry potter shit was cute but there needs to be smth else for kourtney’s arc. idk she’s still into fashion so maybe she could be out here trying to create her own line or smth? this doesn’t have to be resolved in s2 like making a wholeass line takes time and she could work on it into a potential s3. kourtney just didnt get much outside of howie and the stuff at the beginning of the season where she said nini inspired her to be independent and that's why she got a job was just dropped?? so i think that fashion could fill that for her if she’s still dating howie cause like having her whole arc just be the pizza place kinda overlaps w big red’s mini arc abt how he wasn’t settling for hospitality, its what he wants to do with his life.

ik what ur thinking. anna, even if you added more episodes, where would u find the room to add all these plotlines?? well first we cut (most of) the seblos fight, so thats some time saved. honestly most of the time that we r going to gain is going to be from cutting ms jenn’s time. things like ms jenn’s and nini’s car ride would get cut, but mostly all of ms jenn’s romances would get cut down. considering she’s the teacher and isn’t actually a character with an arc how does she have THREE love interests this season?? like all of the weird tension between her and zack can be cut, like just some short scenes of them being competitive can stay. all of the stuff with ricky’s dad can go bye bye we don’t need it. i did like her w mr mazzara so most of that can stay i just didn’t like how he said he would give up cal tech for her, ew no that would be gone.

the MENKIES !!!! this is the last thing im gonna address cause in a perfect world every character would get a long fleshed out arc but then the season would be waaay too long and also im mostly trying to work within material the show gave so this is mostly made up of “realistic” deviations from what actually happened. lol idk what that even means it just makes sense to me. but anyways!! uhhh bro idk i thought them dropping the menkies was funny but it also made the finale really BAD lmao. in this finale, seb is the beast, east still had to deal w the fact that they’re underfunded compared to north but no one is injured, lily is less of a poorly written character and maybe ppl are even rooting for her, and wow i just realized i never actually said what role i think nini should have in north’s show. OOH she could be student director instead of lily cause lily both being in the play while also directing was weird considering omg i just checked and according to her wiki page shes a FRESHMAN?? and they let her be student director? lol hell nah. okay so with all that in mind ,,, the menkies should have been the season cliffhanger instead of portwell. east and north should both be nominated, both schools perform at the menkies, and then the award winner is about to be announced and THATS when it cuts to natalie and the end of the season.

one, this actually gives more tension for a summer s3 as we would be waiting to see the consequences of whichever school won. also i bet people would be wondering if nini’s gonna be transferring back to east or staying at north. people would also prob wonder if ej would be getting the scholarship if east won and what that would mean for his interest in film.

lmao that got longggg and idk if anyone’s even gonna read this but it was fun to do :D

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Assuage: Chapter 11

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: None to note.

“I knew that you wanted to knot my sister!” Taehyung exclaimed, making everyone at the table and everyone in the dining hall look in his direction.

“Taehyung!” You, Yoongi, and Namjoon all chastised him.

“I mean, he’s not wrong,” Jin shrugged.

“At least someone has my back around here,” Taehyung smiled triumphantly.

“You don’t have to shout it to every one within listening distance though,” you chuckled.

“I wouldn’t have a problem with that actually,” Yoongi spoke up and you looked over at him. “Everyone will know that you’re taken now.”

“Your gift will show them that,” you smiled at him.

“Ahh, this is so cute!” Hyorin squealed.

“Well, while you all sit here and fawn, why don’t we go get lunch since the pups and elders are done?” Hobi suggested, making Yoongi and Namjoon both nod. Yoongi leaned over and quickly kissed your cheek before standing up and walking away with the other two Alphas.

“Ok, what the hell happened?” Jimin demanded to know as he, Hyorin, Jin, and Taehyung all leaned towards you.

“He invited me out to the stream a few days ago because he told me that he had something to tell me,” you began. “Once I got there, he gave me the sweetest speech about how he’s learned how to be a better Alpha since joining the pack and how he’s been so much happier and he said that that was because of me.”

“Really?” Hyorin sighed dreamily and you nodded.

“He then said that I make him want to be better and he offered me this,” you said, reaching up and picking up the pendant up from where it was hanging against your skin.

“Is that your?” Jin gasped.

“Our family crest,” Taehyung supplied for him.

“He made that for you?” Jimin asked.

“Yep, he cut the wood and carved it himself,” you told them proudly.

“I knew that he was looking at me weird last week!” Taehyung exclaimed. “He must’ve been drawing my tattoo.”

“He was,” you confirmed with a giggle.

“That was so thoughtful of him,” Hyorin cooed.

“I knew that you liked the lone wolf!” Jimin added with an excited laugh.

“Well, I didn’t want to push him,” you shrugged. “And you guys know why,” you added and they all nodded in understanding.

“But now that he’s made his move, when can I start planning your mating ceremony?” Jin wondered, making your eyes widen.

“Slow the fuck down, we’re not there yet,” you scoffed. “We’ve only been together for a few days.”

“Hey, Joon and I mated after officially dating for only a month,” Hyorin pointed out.

“But the two of you flirted for six years before that,” Jin snorted.

“Y/N-ah and hyung have been flirting for months now though, so it’s the same thing,” Taehyung said.

“Ok, no it isn’t,” you laughed. “And we can stop all this talk about mating ceremonies unless it’s Tae’s and Jungkook’s.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait for spring to get here!” Taehyung squealed as he clapped his hands together. “We can start planning then so that we can have the ceremony after Kook’s birthday.”

“Don’t worry Taehyungie, we’ll help you,” Jimin assured him, making you, Hyorin and Jin all nod in agreement. Just then, the Alphas came back to the table, their hands brimming with plates for both themselves and the Omegas.

“Here you go Tae,” Yoongi said as he leaned down and placed a plate down in front of Taehyung before taking his seat next to you.

“Thank you hyung,” Taehyung smiled and Yoongi just shrugged his shoulders before placing your plate down in front of you.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured back, giving you a quick smirk before beginning to eat his food. Lunch went on as normal, conversation flowing easily as you all talked about different thing going on around the pack.

“Kook!” Taehyung grinned widely and when you looked up, you saw Jungkook walking up to the table.

“Hey baby,” he muttered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of Taehyung’s head.

“You look exhausted,” Jin snorted and Jungkook sighed heavily as he sat down next to Taehyung.

“I am exhausted. I had early morning patrol,” Jungkook told them.

“Early morning patrol?” Yoongi repeated. “What’s that?”

“Tensions between packs aren’t getting any better,” Namjoon admitted and everyone at the table turned to look at him. “I just want to be on the safe side so I’ve been having some people do early morning and late night patrol duty, just to make sure there aren’t any lurkers on the territory.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Hyorin asked and Namjoon just shrugged lamely.

“It’s just a safety precaution,” Hobi spoke up, sticking up for Namjoon. “We just want to make sure that no one tries us when we’re at our most vulnerable, which is when we’re asleep.”

“Oh, well I wouldn’t mind helping,” Yoongi offered and Namjoon smiled at him.

“That would be great Yoongi,” he said.

“We can set up a time later hyung,” Hobi added. “There are enough Alphas and Omegas on patrol that you should only have to do it once every other week.”

“Ok, just let me know,” Yoongi nodded.

“Anyway, to change the subject,” Taehyung interjected. “Kook and I are gonna host a game night at our place tonight and you’re all invited.”

“Speaking of that, can we reschedule?” Jungkook wondered as he set his elbows on top of the table, resting his chin in his hands.

“No!” Taehyung gasped. “We’re finally all moved into our new cabin and I want everyone to come over.”

“I’m exhausted though,” Jungkook whined.

“Please?” Taehyung pouted and Jungkook looked towards everyone else for help.

“Uh, Jiminie and I are actually busy tonight Taehyungie,” Hobi told him.

“Since when?” Taehyung wondered as he narrowed his eyes at them.

“Since right now,” Jimin shot back with a grin.

“Hyo and I have a meeting with the elders tonight anyways,” Namjoon chimed in, and Hyorin quickly nodded her head agreement.

“Do we lie too?” Yoongi quietly asked you.

“We definitely lie,” you confirmed. “Game nights with Tae tend to get a little...out of control.”

“How do you mean?” Yoongi wondered.

“Let’s just say that the last time we had a game night, Tae and Hobi didn’t speak to each other for three weeks,” you said, making Yoongi wince at the thought because he knew that Taehyung never stopped talking in general so that argument must’ve been pretty bad.

“And what about you two?” Taehyung called, making you and Yoongi look over at him. “What lie do you two have for me?”

“Y/N-ah and I had a dinner planned for just the two of us tonight,” Yoongi replied and when Taehyung turned to look at you, you just smiled.

“Mmm. And what about you, Jin hyung?” Taehyung questioned and everyone looked at him.

“I just don’t wanna come because you turn into a fucking demon on game nights,” Jin smirked.

“I do not!” Taehyung shouted and you just rolled your eyes as you leaned against Yoongi, smiling when he set his hand on your thigh as the two of you listened to Jin and Taehyung bicker with each other.

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“You know, I thought the whole dinner thing was a lie,” you giggled as you let Yoongi feed you some of the beef tips that he had cooked for you. The two of you were back in his cabin in the living room, sat on the couch with your legs thrown over his lap.

“It was intended to be a surprise but Taehyung ruined it,” Yoongi huffed, making you smile. “Do you like them though?” He questioned, referring to the beef tips.

“I think the basically empty bowl gives you an answer,” you pointed out. “But yes, I do. They’re really tender and flavorful.”

“I’m glad you do,” he murmured as he fed you again. “It makes my Alpha feel good to see you eating well.”

“It makes my Omega feel good that you’re taking such good care of me,” you echoed. “Who would’ve thought that big, bad, Prime Alpha Min Yoongi would be such a softie?”

“Yeah, well don’t tell anyone or else we’ll have to fight,” he threatened you.

“We all know I’d win that fight,” you snorted.

“Tell me something,” Yoongi requested. “What did Taehyung mean when he said him and Jungkook’s new cabin? Were they not already living together?”

“Well, they basically were because Tae literally stays in Jungkook’s cabin like 6 nights out of the week,” you giggled. “But officially, no. Jungkook wanted to build a new cabin that was the both of theirs and that was somewhere that they could start the rest of their lives together.”

“So moving in together before you actually mate isn’t frowned upon then?”

“No, but it’s not exactly encouraged either,” you explained. “If for whatever reason a relationship doesn’t work out before they have a chance to mate, you don’t wanna have to worry about who gets to keep the cabin and who has to move out and all that stuff.”

“So, it’s just logistics really?” Yoongi summed up.

“Basically,” you nodded in agreement. “No one has really said anything to Tae or Kook about it though because they know that if Tae wasn’t distracted by them moving in together and having to make their house into a home, then there would be nothing stopping him from making Kook give him a bite. And we all know how weak Kook is for him.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Yoongi laughed. “So, what about you then?”

“What about me?” You wondered with a shrug.

“How do you feel about mating and bites and all that?” He questioned.

“Well, I guess I’d consider myself to be pretty traditional,” you told him. “I’d like a mating ceremony, but I would want to exchange bites with that person before the actual ceremony.”

“When it’s just the two of you?”

“Yeah, I think it’s more personal that way,” you smiled.

“And moving in?”

“I could take it or leave it,” you said. “I wouldn’t be opposed to moving in with someone before we mated, but I’d need to know that the relationship is definitely moving towards mating in order to be completely comfortable with it.”

“Ok, nice to know,” Yoongi murmured.

“And what about you?” You asked. “How do you feel about it?”

“Honestly, I’ve never given much thought to it,” he admitted. “All I’ve known is that I just wanted an Omega that I could love and care for.”

“Typical Alpha,” you teased. “Never caring about the little details.”

“Well, I guess I’m pretty traditional too in the sense that if I’m with an Omega, then I would trust them to make decisions that benefit both themselves and me, which is exactly what I would do.”

“Would you only trust them to make decisions in regards to things like mating ceremonies and how your future home would be decorated?” You asked, and Yoongi knew that you were asking him if he only trusted you to make decisions on things that were traditionally an “Omegas’ domain”.

“I used to think that, but not anymore,” Yoongi replied honestly. “As an Alpha and especially being Prime, having to make important decisions alone can be stressful and tiring, so it would be nice if I could have someone to shoulder that burden with.”

“Good answer,” you smirked, and Yoongi chuckled as he reached into the bowl one more time and offered you the last forkful. You opened your mouth, letting him gently put the fork into your mouth before closing your lips around it. You then slowly pulled away from him, maintaining eye contact as the fork slid out of your mouth.

“You’re gonna get in trouble Y/N-ah,” Yoongi warned you.

“Trouble isn’t always bad,” you smirked as you watched him lean forward and set the empty bowl on the coffee table before sitting back against the couch and looking at you.

“I guess it isn’t,” he agreed. “Come here.” You leaned over, pressing your lips against his as you set your hands on his cheeks. The two of you wasted no time, his tongue working its’ way into your mouth as you moved so close to him that you were halfway on his lap, moving your hands away from his face and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Wait, we should slow down,” he mumbled against your lips and you shook your head as you sat up, maneuvering yourself so that you were actually straddling his lap.

“Why?” You whispered, setting your hands on either side of his neck as you looked down at him. “Do you not want to?”

“Fuck, I want to,” he exhaled harshly and you couldn’t help but to giggle at how insistent he was on reassuring you. “But I just don’t want to push you.”

“You’re not,” you swore. “Honesty hour?”

“Go ahead.”

“I’ve wanted you ever since the night of the full moon party, when you got me that plate of food and made sure that I ate well,” you admitted. “So trust me, this is definitely something that I’ve given thought to.”

“Oh yeah? How often?” Yoongi wondered with a smirk, making you automatically roll your eyes.

“Don’t make me change my mind,” you joked, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away again. “You know I will.”

“That I do,” he chuckled as he set his hands on your hips. “So, you said you want to but I need you to be specific. What do you want me to do to you baby?” Hearing him call you baby made your lower half clench in response so you leaned down again, brushing your lips against his as you answered his question.

“Want you to give me your knot, Alpha.” You didn’t even have time to pull your face away in order to catch his reaction because the next thing you knew, he was standing up abruptly and quickly stalking out of the living room, carrying you in his arms.

“Yoongi, be careful!” You squealed as you wrapped your legs tight around his waist and tightened your arms around his neck. “You drop me, I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“Oh, I’m gonna drop you on something alright,” he muttered and you reached down with one hand to smack him on the back. He continued to carry you down the hallway and into what you assumed to be his bedroom, stepping inside and using his foot to kick the door shut behind him.

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