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inredunderlinedx · 3 years

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ohohoh okay so we all know Nat isn’t that big on opening up to people, so i refuse to believe that she would be completely open with r initially. so maybe like R thinks nat doesn’t like her, and they’re at one of Starks balls/parties, and nat gets jealous that some of the men are starting to eye r up?? and the lyrics from exile “ i can see you standing honey with his arms around your body/laughing but the jokes not funny at all “

or even if r notices Nat’s staring and perhaps approaches her abt it? with the lyric “ i can see you staring honey like he’s just your understudy/like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me “

angst(?) with a good ol confession thing at the end? maybe a first kiss if you’re feeling it? female reader new avenger <333 THANKU ILY

A/n: OF COURSE! this is actually such a good idea! I’ll do a little mix of both 😉 @moonflowcrr

I can see you standing honey, with his arms around your body… Natasha Romanoff x reader

A/n: this fic will use she/her pronouns! As always requests for different pronouns in a new fic are welcome!

Being new is never fun in any situation. Being the new Avenger? So much harder.

The Avengers were like a family, and I was the foster kid their dad brought home one day. None of them knew what to do with me, so I felt pretty alone.

I tried to make friends, I really did, but most of them seemed annoyed by me and other were outright rude.

More specifically Natasha Romanoff, aka The Black Widow. I was positive she hated me.

She held me back from missions, made me spend hours training with her—where she would belittle me— and she completely disregarded my presence otherwise.

thankfully, Tony Stark seemed to take a liking to me after I helped him with a technical malfunction with his suit on a mission.

That’s how I ended up invited to a stark gala.

I knew what I should expect from the event, but honestly nothing could have prepared me for what it was actually like.

I showed up in a sparking black dress,

•

(Regular) it had a skirt to the floor, and a leg slit, the waist was perfectly fitted, and I had a single spaghetti strap on my shoulder in a pentagonal shape, leaning left.

(Modest) the dress was to the floor, it had a medium with skirt—just puffy enough to look nice, but not like a ball gown. The dress had a good fit, and the sleeves went down to my wrists, in a triangle attached to my ring finger

(With head covering) my hair was wrapped in black silk, with subtle sparkles here and there

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The whole room was buzzing with conversation, I had not realized just how many people would be here.

I noticed many of my fellow teammates, as I looked around the crowded room.

I quickly walked to the open bar and ordered a glass of champagne. (Or sparkling cider if you don’t drink alcohol)

I stayed by the bar, having no idea where I should be. I felt incredibly overwhelmed and lost. I was an avenger, I should not be scared of a bunch of rich people.

I tried to look like I knew what I was as doing. I pretended to have a plan, I walked to the buffet with purpose even though I was panicking.

I felt like multiple eyes were on me but I couldn’t see anyone obviously staring.

“Hello, I’m Richard… you?” An older man said to me with a smile, if it wasn’t for his obvious stares at my boobs I would believe him to be sincere.

“I’m y/n.” I said hesitantly

“It’s a pleasure y/n. Would you care to dance? This is a favorite of mine.” He said awfully good at charming people into ignoring his obvious intentions.

“I’m not sure—“ before I could finish he had grabbed me and started dancing with me. I was absolutely disgusted but I played it off like I thought it was funny

The night filled with men of all ages talking to me while i tired to politely hint that I wasn’t interested due to the fact that I was gay as fuck.

None of them got the hint, but then again, it’s not like men are well known for listening when you say no.

Eventually I escaped the carousel of men asking me to dance and complimenting my body.

I saw Natasha staring at me, looking slightly agitated, from across the room.

I tried to ignore it and went to the other side of the bar, to avoid her presence.

“So.” She said appearing beside me, “you seemed to get a lot of attention tonight. Looking for something with deep pockets?”

I looked at her, completely insulted by the insinuation.

“Excuse me?” I said, finally gaining soon courage, “that out there, was not at all what I came here to do. Way to victim blame though. I’m glad that without even speaking to me you managed to decide I was a gold digger.”

I took a shot of vodka (or not) and stormed out the exit. I called a cab and went back to the compound immediately. I was so pissed off. I never did anything to her.

She had no right to speak to me like that.

Once I got inside I went to my bedroom and changed into athletic clothes.

I went down to the gym, and I started running, when the running stopped helping, I hit the punching bag.

I knew my fists would be red and cracked tomorrow but I couldn’t stop my fists from colliding with the bag; I was semi-addicted to the sense of relief I felt with my hands hit the bag.

“Y/n.” A voice called.

It was Natasha. I ignored her.

“Y/n.” She said, more firmly this time.

I still ignored her

“Y/n!” She snapped, grabbing the bag and holding it in place.

“What?” I said, my eyes burning with rage.

“Look, I’m sorry I said that-“

“No you aren’t!” I said

“Yes I am.” She continued, “just hear me out?”

“Fine.” I said still angry.

“I shouldn’t have said those things. It was wrong. I had no right. My behavior towards you has been completely uncalled for and unprofessional.” She said, looking guilty.

“Then why did you do it? What did I do to you?”

“Nothing! I was jealous.”

“I’m sure you could flirt circles around me, if you want to date any dude you want, that’s fine with me. I’m gay. So I wasn’t flirting at all tonight.”

“No— y/n. I was jealous, but not of you, of them. I didn’t want anyone to flirt with you. And I didn’t want you to get hurt on missions, but I can’t be around you without wanting to push you up against the wall.”

“Oh.” I said completely speechless.

“I know it’s unprofessional, and I plan to have us separated in the future, I’m sorry if this made you uncomfortable, I will stay away from you.”

“No- Natasha, wait.” I said, “I like you too, I just thought you hated my guts.”

“Oh my god I’m sorry. I just couldn’t be around you without feeling all mushy.”

“It’s okay…” I said smirking, “so… what was that about pushing me up against the wall?”

#marvel imagine #marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romonova #natahsa romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff

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i-did · 3 years

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hi hello i couldn't sleep last night so i was scrolling thru all ur asks and stuff and ur opinions and analyses are so interesting!!! and then afterwards i was thinking about what u were saying about mlm smut and i'd also been thinking about such things a little bit recently bc like.....at a certain point it becomes quite clear that the vast majority of smut-writing is just imitation. like there's the sex noise verb list and all and the whole general mechanics of the sex and those things just .... replicate over and over. and the whole thing w people writing mlm vs wlw smut regardless of their own sexual orientation..... like i feel like a big part of that is just a self-perpetuating thing. like if u have not had sex and u r getting all ur (pleasure-related) sex ed from fandom (even if u do watch porn, that doesn't rlly tell u how to describe stuff? idk) regardless of What fandom , the majority is going to be mlm smut. which is itself majority imitation of other mlm smut, imitating and imitating back to whoever knows what the first smut fanfic was etc. there's just way More to mimic than there is on the women side of things. which then becomes a self-perpetuating thing, bc the mimicry continues and generates more and more. and---if there are fundamental misunderstandings of anatomy involved---those self-perpetuate as well. and maybe even exaggerate. and yeah. does this all make sense? idk i was just thinking about it. like all the stereotypes and stuff continue bc writers are getting their inspo from other writers rather than their own brains. or something. idk!!!!! it's just all... divorced from reality? bc words. or something!! i hope u get what i'm trying to say. just thoughts i've been thinking. anyway i think ur thoughts are cool. and ur writing. ok bye have a good day!!

Okay yeah this is kinda messy but hope u see this, uhh yeah I think you're right about the echo chamber effect fr about stuff. I think it's a mix of projecting too sometimes. talk more under the cut and also link to a video essay since I love video essays.

Here’s a video that sort of touches on this topic:

“Gay fanfiction” by Sarah Z. (has CC)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8E_C00dKwI

This video begins to talk about fetishization at the end, but also… not really. The words “gay fanfiction” is used as a catchall, when really gay fanfiction is largely mlm written by non-mlm.

Fandom is a largely women's space dominated by the female gaze in a media industry world that is dominated by men and the male gaze. I'm really glad women have this space to explore creativity and queerness, and I don't expect the female gaze to go away, but I am still ultimately bummed out I can’t read most fanfic or interact with most fandom spaces without having fetishization in my face.

So about 80% of fandom is women, and most of those women aren't straight, but 90% of those women prefer mlm ships. Why don’t they prefer wlw ships? Well definitely part of it is the fact that queerbaiting is centered around white straight men, and then there is also the fact that women tend not to be written as well charcter wise. But the fact still remains that you get jerjean getting priority over Layla and Alvarez who are in canon just as much and are a canon wlw couple who actually interact as well as Alvarez could likely be a woc because of her Hispanic last name. Korasami doesn’t get nearly as much hype as zuko and saka, despite the fact that they are 2 fully dimensional characters who canonly kiss and hold hands, something the creators fought for and ended up having to sacrifice another reboot for.

I do believe the fandom echo-chamber is largely responsible for… a lot of things, like you're saying. But what's interesting is that the complaints I've heard about visual porn from non mlm in the fandom space is that they can’t get off to it because its for the male gaze and misogynistic usually. But they also don't seem to notice how the mlm smut circles has the female gaze and is also… almost always mlm. If it was a pure anatomical not knowing thing, I get that, but I also think that leads to the question of “then why the male body for porn, and not your own? The one you know and are familiar with?”

I know some people want to get outside of their own body for porn and don’t want to think of their own anatomy at all, but overall I'm still uncomfortable. If an anglo said “well I watch porn of only Mexicans so I don't self insert” I'm gonna be like … hhhh in a similar way. I understand people “like what they like” but I wish they also noticed said patterns in the first place. I understand the t4t tumblr porn circle, and how it's different from cis people who only watch trans porn.

I actually wished that instead of fandom focusing on mlm ships where some asshole guy hits on bottom troupe charcter for top troupe character to save, was instead… a wlw character experiencing said shitty getting hit on and other wlw swooping in. what's interesting is fandom writes a lot about misogynistic experiences without often realizing it. Ive read fanfic where guys get called sluts for sleeping with people or called bitch for speaking their mind, these arent things men usually experience, but rather women. Fandom has a lot of internalized misogyny and also queerphobia imo. Women characters often get pushed to the sidelines and men become the canvas for female fans to project onto.

There is this natural inclination to mlm. When people are talking about “gay shipping” or “gay books” or “gay feels” or even just “gay” mlm is what’s largely in mind. I honestly am kinda saddened by this because if gay fanfiction was really solely about writing more to feel represented, then you would see a lot of bi and ace and lesbian rep, but this isn't the case. Queer women are seriously underrepresented, and I want to hear their stories and read them in fanfiction as well as published. 50% of lgbt literature is mlm, and of that its largely written by women. Becky Albertalli, Rainbow Rowell, Maggie Stiefvater, are the YA big names and are all women writing mlm. Red white and royal blue is written by Casey McQuiston and Captive prince (which is not YA) is written by C. S. Pacat, who is non-binary, but is also TME and not mlm. These are all the big names in mlm lit, behind them is some gay men, but honestly their stories aren't preferred, they're not the right “flavor” for the consumers usually, who are largely women. In general YA consumers and authors are women, but I wish that they… just wrote about women too. I think there is a certain… snowball effect to the overrepresentation of mlm representing the whole LGBT community that leads to fetishization, as well as misogyny playing a factor in: less women characters being written well to write fanfic on, when they are written well they're taken less seriously or the audience struggles to relate to them, they're less marketable then men.

Idk I never feel “seen” or “represented” by any of the books above, which don't address boyhood and manhood and queerness intersecting really, and AFTG doesn’t either. I relate to AFTG as a trauma victim who has experienced a lot of what many of the characters go through and have gone through in the EC as well as them just overall being very well written characters, but I don't relate to it as a mlm really. I've never seen like.. gay voice or being straight passing or femphobia or how boyhood can be affected from a young age by those around you sensing you're ‘other’ or if you didn't experience this you feel outside the mlm community. Let alone sub cultures like bear and leather and pup, at most you see the word “he's such a twink” in fandom which... i fr hate non mlm using that word because it's usually used to replace the f-slur essentially, used derogatorily or to call him “such a bottom” and stuff like that. It’s like a joke or an insult.

Long story short, idk mang this was a ramble and I think I'm coning down with something. I wanna see more queer women rep and women authors writing about being a queer woman too. I think it's a complex web of fetishization and a bit of forbidden love yaoi culture (or it used to be in the BOYXBOY days) as well as misogyny on an industry level, creator level, as well as reader/consumer and fandom level. I don’t think it’s inherently wrong to explore other peoples stories and what we read has to be segregated, “only mlm are allowed to read and write mlm, only wlw are allowed to read and write wlw,” but I also think author’s intent and audience and background is telling, as well as overall statistics. Like about an hour ago I was looking for cookbooks in spanish or in english, and I was looking for some mexican food cook books, but I had to look for them using words in spanish because otherwise what came up was a bunch of “fiesta party, easy as uno dos tres authentic cooking!” and I was like… hm. Since I could tell they were marketing to anglos. (also the author’s last names were like michelle smith, james cooper, and this could be for a variety of reasons, but I trust Hispanic names more tbh and deadass would look at the authors pictures and if they had other books in Spanish or what their specialties were.)

anyways. not sure how to end this. uhm if anyone has any book recs (my to read list is like 500 books tho no joke) preferably not YA white mlm written by a white lady, hopefully queer women written by queer woman, LMK, I need more wlw and queer women stories on my list. I have a decent amount but always looking for more. I kinda wanna link my goodreads or my storygraph but I also don't want to get doxxed and it has my legal name on it so.

Also, I'm dyslexic and using spell check but if there's like some wild typos my b.

#ask #fandom politics #fandom culture #fandom psychology #mailob

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sw124 · 3 years

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BonelyHearts Inferno! Reader insert3

{Goddess!ReaderXSkeleton Reaper household}

Part 3: Kings of Hell

You were not sure what to do, they were all staring at you with varying degrees of expressions you couldn’t decipher. Papyrus gently motioned you to a seat, he sat you down and then proceeded to the other end where Sans was seated.

Maybe it was you or the situation but you couldn’t help but notice all the chairs were of the same height. Each skeleton was paired off, one tall skeleton to a shorter one, each pair took a seat that bore a color similar to their toga.

Much like the tension in the air around you; your confusion grew. It wasn’t until Sans and Papyrus took their seats that Sans spoke.

“We better introduce ourselves.” Said Sans motioning to one of his doppelgängers.

“I’m Blue, King of the circle of Lust, nice to meet you. Its…rare we get such a beautiful guest.”

The one named Blue wore a toga that appeared to woven from the color of the sky, it moved as if air was weaved into every thread. He had a smile that seemed to chase all darkness from his presence.

He then turned to the taller skeleton beside him. “This is my brother Stretch, King of the Circle of Gluttony!”

Stretch gave a limp but warm wave to you, his toga seemed to have an orange glow like the embers of a nursery fire. Comforting and familiar, despite being a distance from you; you could smell the sweet scent of honey wafting from him.

The next to speak was a bespectacled skeleton, he had metal laced through his teeth. You had seen this before, this was done to help fix ones mouth. His toga was a delicate shade of pink almost like the sweet pea flower mixed that with the bright marigold yellow. Out of all the taller skeletons he seemed to be the tallest.

“I’m Poplar, fellow King and guardian to Limbo. An beside me is my brother, Ash” Poplar motioned to his brother.

His head bore a large wound that refused to close, a large crack in his skull that took up a portion of his cranium. His eyes were different in color, one red, one blue. Yet despite his wound and slightly intimidating appearance…he carried an heir of familial grace. His toga was the color of the ocean, deep and rich with its eternal color. He didn’t say anything but gave you…a sweetly shy smile;

Papyrus spoke up while motioning to another side of the table. “An over there are the-“

“We can introduce ourselves thank you.”

You turned, at the other end you saw two pairs of skeletons with matching colors. While the others had similar color schemes these four were the opposite. The one that spoke wore a glare that could petrify Medusa herself. His and his brother’s toga were woven from a starless night, both sported vermillion cloaks but wore them differently.

The brooding taller one spoke. “I am Boss, King of the city of Dis and beside me is my brother Red. The ferryman of the river Styx and…I suppose he’s also a King despite his lack of responsibilities.”

The one called Red gave you a predatory grin, showing off one gold tooth before shrugging.

“Eh, not much to do in the Styx…though it’ll be nice having some company in my lonely little boat.” He winked, you felt your cheeks heating up.

“Your manners are as disgusting as that so called ‘boat’ of yours.”

Across from them sat two more skeletons, the taller one had his head bowed but…you saw two gold fangs. The toga he wore was dyed the deepest of nightshade, soft an almost called out to ones eyes to come closer. To be enveloped by its sheltering embrace, beside him was his brother….his toga commanded attention. The soft shades of poison in each thread hugged by fabric woven from the blackest void there was. His tongue flicked out comments like a serpent tasting the air for its prey, before Red could retort the insult…his attention returned to you.

“A pleasure to make your aqua trance my dear, I am Nox, fellow King of the accursed city of Dis and this my brother Rus. He is King to the circle of Greed, fitting since he can’t handle money well.” Said Nox, pointing his sharpened glare on his brother.

Rus bowed his head more but still kept his gaze on you, the corners of his mouth turning into a quaint, lovely smile.

“H-Hello, its nice to meet you.” Rus stammered out, before he could get another word out Nox spoke up again.

“As nice as these introductions are there’s a pressing matter to address, forgive my straight forward question but why are you here?” The tone was gentle…yet no one couldn’t deny there was a weight to it.

You looked down…fingers picking at your nails….

“I…was given food from your world, I believed it was an offering to me but…before I could stop myself I had accepted the gift. They were apples, I adore fruit you see so I didn’t think anything of it. But when I finished them I was told where they were from and they had been stolen, as punishment I was sent here….so now I await your judgment…and well deserved punishment.”

You bowed your head, silence began to flood the room. Yes, you screwed up but you knew fully well that you deserved this punishment regardless! You were not going to beg for any mercy, nor plead for leniency. You ate the forbidden fruit of the underworld and thus must be swiftly and dutifully-

“If anyone is to be punished my dear its those who gave you the apples in the first place.”

You turned back to the skeletons, Poplar was looking at you with soulful eyes.

Ash spoke next...his voice was dry yet soft like the autumn leaves fluttering over dead grass. “True you ate them, but like my bro said the ones who gave them to you are the real perpetrators. Your the victim in all this.”

“Does…that mean I can return home?” You asked, a flicker of hope reigniting..but as quick as it came it went when all ten skeleton faces drooped.

“Sorry sweets….but thats not gonna happen, since you ate those apples and came down here…you now belong to the kingdom of hell. This is your new home as of today…” said Stretch.

No…no this couldn’t be, you were now a resident of hell?! This had to be a mistake, you’d just come to face judgment and punishment not stay…what will happen to the flowers on the surface, what will the other gods think, what-?!

You felt a hand touch your shoulder, you turned to find Blue beside you; his hand gently caressing your back.

“Don’t be afraid, we know its not what you wanted to hear but rest assured you will be well taken care of. You’ll have respect an are free to walk around all our domains if you so choose, though we ask if you respect the rules and don’t try to talk to too many souls down here…their here for a reason.” Blue smiled, though you could see he didn’t like the idea of you being forced to stay.

“We’ll be sure to make proper accommodations for you, don’t worry dear goddess for we be sure you are welcomed here as much as we are!” Said Papyrus standing with a galant pose.

“Welp, if the introductions and explanations are done I say we finish dinner…and discuss a plan of action for tomorrow, our newest member needs a room and the grand tour now doesn’t she?” Asked Sans, giving you a wink.

“Grand…tour?” You whispered.

Boss smiled. “Yes, as a goddess of hell now…you must see each domain and know each king personally.”

“We’re looking forward to it.” Purred Nox.

….What in the world did you get yourself into?

End part 3

[This is based on the game by @bonelyheartsclub its my own version, please enjoy]

#fanfic #bonely hearts club #undertale

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caramelcal · 3 years

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Exile

Request: Anonymous said:OMGGGGG COULD YOU DO A LUKE CENTIC FIC BASED AROUND EXILE BY TAYLOR SWIFT!! BUT ITS LUKE FINDING OUT THAT THE GIRL HE IS FALLING IN LOVE WITH IS ACTUALLY TRYING TO GET THEM BACK IN CALEB’S HOUSE BAND?? SHE’S A LIFER WHO DOSEN’T REALIZE WHAT SHE IS DOING UNTIL ITS TOO LATE AND BREAKS HER OWN HEART IN PROCESS OF SELLING LUKE AND THE BOYS OUT TO CALEB?!

Word count: 1.6k

a/n: i love this request so so so much...here you go :) I hope this is okay! lots of love x ALSO!! PLEASE CONTINUE TO SEND IN REQUESTS, I LOVE WRITING STUFF IK YOU GUYS WANT !!! Alternative title: Puppeteer?

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I can see you standin', honey With his arms around your body Laughin' but the joke's not funny at all And it took you five whole minutes To pack us up and leave me with it Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

Dating a ghost was never something you ever imagined happening. You didn’t even know about ghosts until you met Luke, in a series of him believes you couldn’t see him, and you freaking out when he passes through you. Ever since then, you had become close, and he came in frequently to check up on you and you guys just clicked. It was a strange experience, that was for sure but you wouldn’t change it for anything else.

Luke was amazing. He was funny, goofy, and just...perfect. So even if he was made out of air, it didn’t matter to you.

“Hey, I need to get heading, band practice. I’ll meet you tomorrow?” Luke said as you gave him a smile and nod in return. He went in to hug you, only for his arms to pass right through you. Retreating, he frowned, clasping his hands together, muttering, “Right.”

“Don’t worry about it, Lu,” You reassured, smiling at him as he nodded his head, bidding you one last farewell before leaving. It was a well known fact that Luke always got upset about not being able to touch you, especially considering touch was his ‘love language’. It was something that you constantly reassured him on, to make sure he knew that you would still be with him if you couldn’t touch him.

Tonight was just one of many dates you had been on with Luke, your boyfriend. Of course, you probably looked weird being by yourself and laughing and talking in public but you didn’t care, because being with Luke was all that mattered to you. You stood for several moments, a smile on your face as you went over the events of the evening.

“Hello, dear,” You heard from behind you, snapping you out of your haze as you whipped around to look at the man standing behind you. He was tall and wore a long coat, and in full black.

“Who are you?” You asked, taking a step back to add distance between the two of you.

“You don’t know me, but your little friend Luke does,” He replied, giving you a creepy smile as he titles his head, looking up and down your figure, almost as if he was evaluating you, “Caleb Covington.”

“You’re that evil ghost, aren’t you?”

His eyes widened slightly in amusement, his smirk growing wider, “Well, well it appears you’re quite close to Luke, aren’t you? You’re going to be more useful than I thought you were.”

“What are you-” You started, but you didn’t get to finish. Not before Caleb branded you.

I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defendin' now? You were my town Now I'm in exile seein' you out I think I've seen this film before

True to his promise, Luke met up with you the next day. He held a smile on his face as he caught eyes with him. You jumped into his arms, your own arms wrapping around his neck as your chest collided with him. He enjoyed the embrace for a few moments before pulling you away from his body, keeping his hands wrapped around your upper arm as he spoke in confusion, “I-I can touch you?”

“I guess so,” You smiled, looking at the eyes of your lover before he pulled you in for another hug. The embrace you two shared was long needed, something that you both craved but thought you could never have, so when you were able to, Luke didn’t question it.

He didn’t even notice how you seemed to know you could touch him, considering that if you didn’t know you probably would’ve gone flying through his body without that knowledge.

Your lips crashed onto his and you smirked into the kiss, leaving Luke to enjoy this newfound affection. The day went on but it was different today. You were different. You were more confident, more sure of yourself than the kind of shy person that Luke was used to.

From your position on Luke’s back, you grabbed his head and moved it to the side so you could kiss him again, which he reciprocated but ended up pulling back at, “Where’s all this confidence coming from, angel?”

The pet name fell off of his lips effortless when he asked the question but you seemed to pay no mind to it, instead Luke seen you frown. He shook his head lightly as he elaborated, “Don’t get me wrong, I like this newfound confidence, I was just confused.”

However, that didn’t ease your nerves because inside you were screaming. He would never be able to tell though, because on the outside, you smiled and kissed him again. You couldn’t say anything, you couldn’t warn him that this wasn’t you, this confidence wasn’t yours. It was Caleb. You had no idea what Caleb had planned for them, but you could only imagine how bad it was and no doubt Luke would be ripped away from you and you couldn’t even warn him, or say goodbye.

All you wanted to do was scream and cry, to get Luke to leave and save himself, because it didn’t matter what Caleb did to you, what he would do to Luke would be way worse. But with Caleb controlling your every word, your every move, you couldn’t. All you could do was sit back and observe as the boy you loved fell into his trap.

I can see you starin', honey Like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

It was dark outside as you lay against Luke, his arms wrapped around you and clasping on your stomach, his head tucked into your neck as you both watched the stars. You guys were quiet, simply enjoying one another’s company before Luke spoke up, “Angel?”

“hm?”

“I love you,” He whispered, eyes staring into yours, a small smile on his face as he looked at the features on your face, noticing every single detail of your skin and eyes; the features that he loved so very much.

“I love you too.”

And you did, but it wasn’t you saying it. It was Caleb, and even though he wasn’t directly processing your body, he controlled everything. You were just balancing in the middle, between Luke and Caleb, like a puppet with Caleb pulling the strings.

What should’ve felt like a heartfelt moment, filled with love and happiness wasn’t. Not for you at least, because you were screaming; screaming at Luke to run. Yet, he had no idea what was happening because you were helpless, simply a pawn in Caleb’s plan. A plan that Luke was easily falling victim too, with both you and Luke’s hearts on the line. And Caleb? All he did was laugh at your pain.

I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending I'm not your problem anymore So who am I offending now? You were my crown Now I'm in exile seein' you out I think I've seen this film before So I'm leavin' out the side door

“Luke! Luke, you need to go, now!” You shouted in pain and horror, pushing your boyfriend’s chest in the opposite direction to you. The utter horror in your voice was evident as you shrieked, “Go! You need to go, Luke! Now!”

“What’s wrong? Angel? Tell me, please!” Luke said, trying to withstand the force of your panicked shoves as he stared at you, seeing the tears running thickly down your cheeks.

“I don’t have time to explain, you need to go! You can’t go with him!”

However, Luke would never get the chance. A voice called mockingly from behind you, “Awh y/n, and here I thought you were being helpful.”

Luke’s eyes went wide whilst he took a step back in shock, mouth parting as he looked up at Caleb then back at you, betrayal evident on his face, “Caleb? You’re working for him?”

“L-Luke...” The tears continued to pour from your eyes, your throat closing up almost causing you to sob. The look of betrayal that Luke was giving you broke your heart, all you wanted to do was turn back time, avoid Caleb, and continue being happy with Luke.

Both you and Luke were oblivious to Caleb teleporting you into the Hollywood Ghost Club; somewhere you had never been before but Luke certainly had. The flashy lights and decorations in the club continued to go unnoticed as Caleb looked on to you both fighting, a stony and unapologetic expression on his face.

“I loved you, I trusted you!” Luke shouted in betrayal, staring wildly down at you e/c eyes filled with tears, hands clenched at his sides, “This is how you repay me? After everything we’ve been through?”

Luke’s voice was quiet by the end as he muttered out the last part so only you could hear, his hands firmly planted on your shoulders whilst you continued to cry, “I had no choice Luke, I love you, I really do.”

However, you didn’t get a reply to that as Luke was dragged along with Caleb, the invisible shackles tied to his soul. Caleb walked in front of Luke, being carefree as if he didn’t just rip two lovers apart from each other. Your legs felt weak, lip trembling as Luke looked back at you over his shoulder; the last glimpse you would ever see of him.

Before you knew it, he was gone. You were all alone, just like you had been before you had met him. Alone, unwanted, and uncared for. Your legs trembled beneath you as your hands made contact with the floor, letting you let out a deafening sob like scream. You let out every emotion, every feeling of grief over losing your lover that would have deafened anyone that was there with you.

“God, what have I done?”

#luke julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms x reader #julie and the phantoms luke #luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x y/n #charlie gillespie x reader #luke jatp #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie

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flowervolcano · 3 years

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It’s finally time I sat down and just wrote this whole thing so I can get it off my chest and maybe help flesh things out for the majority of the fanbase.

Black Widow Spoilers are upcoming, scroll past if ya don’t wanna be spoiled.

Let’s start with “Hello, I am a Tony Masters fan, I adore him and his personality and generally everything about him, of course I am going to be upset that his character suffered such poor writing and adaptation, because it was insulting and gut punching to see a character you love be poorly executed.“

continue reading please because I’m trying to be reasonable here and share what a majority felt when viewing Black Widow (it may differ from yours but I hope it enlightens a few who may be confused or whatnot about this topic, generally it’s how I feel the fanbase as a whole had been handling it poorly)

quick side note, no one wants to feel their opinion doesn‘t matter, so be mindful the next time you fight someone just because you disagree, I love debating and talking so you can come at me if you disagree, I like educating myself on these things too in case someone can bring up actual arguments that prove their side and reasoning, on the other hand if I hear one more “it’s because she’s a girl huh?” I might very well scream.

Is it bad because he turned out to be a woman? Why is this the first thing that gets debated??

Let me explain just how annoying it is that this is the debate whenever it cuts down to it.

The answer is yes and no, I will explain why, because I don’t believe the gender should always matter to a character.

Although everything great about Tony was stripped from him, all of it, only the title “Taskmaster“ and I guess the color scheme if you will, stayed the same, it would’ve been the same trash written character even if he wasn’t a girl, because they had no personality no resemblance of the beloved character in the first place, which is why it is a bad idea to have changed him into a woman, why you may ask?

it’s the image, it creates an idea that women cannot be as great as men, that a female version of Taskmaster would just suck, be terrible and useless, it paints Antonia to be bland plot device character to show Black Widow‘s pain and suffering. The character herself has no substantial personality or drive, nothing, she’s just a victim. And yeah it is a tragic story I won’t say it isn‘t but it didn‘t work for me, and for a lot of fans as I’ve witnessed.

It would’ve been more effective to had foreshadowed the possibility of her being alive only to find that she had died and Natasha would then have to live with the fact that she murdered her for ”nothing” but no instead we decided that she would survive, only she was brainwashed, so there’s no real vendetta or motive as to why she tried to kill Natasha, it would’ve been more impactful if Antonia was angry with her attempt to kill her, wanting to show she could best her in every well possible. Like trying to tarnish her Avenger status.

There were variables on how to make Taskmaster a better written character, there is potential but I personally would like the Mandarin effect (which I love the comic Mandarin I was so mad in IM3 so I can’t believe they did it x2)

On top of it the fact that the plot twist you could see coming a mile away also felt like the biggest after thought in the whole movie, it felt like they had a different direction they were originally going to go, but they took the easy bait of “we need a big twist” which Marvel has suffered for years on, always with some twist and it’s getting sickening to see it happen every movie.

Besides the point, it doesn’t go over well a lot of the fanbase is conflicted, angry and there are actual debates, which it happens we have differing opinions, its hard to find a thing we all agree on… and yet the only defense I’m seeing is “it’s because she’s a girl now?“ “you just hate women.” I’m tired of being told it’s sexism when it’s not, this version of Taskmaster was already doomed, they didn’t wanna go a comic accurate to begin with, you can tell by how ugly the suit was. (no cape?? not even the mask was cool)

I had already suspected from the beginning of the first trailer that was NOT Tony Masters, something about it just felt like Blindstrike from Stretch Armstrong to me (they kept making it seem like a dude only to reveal it was a woman, although they executed that perfectly please give it a watch)

I had already called it, we barely even met Taskmaster yet I knew it from the trailer, I didn’t enjoy the movie it played out exactly how I expected (which my expectations were low)

I found it insulting for a few reasons, it made it seem like Black Widow is either too good or not good enough to fight a man, it felt like they wanted to push how powerful women are, which I’m all for, women are very powerful I would know because I am one.

But it rubbed me the wrong way that she can’t have an enemy go toe to toe with her unless it’s a woman?? It didn’t sit right with me, is this meaning she can’t have a rival that’s a man because men or stronger or weaker… that’s where my head went, the gender shouldn’t matter to her ever, we know Natasha can take out anyone, so why the sudden change of a character whose always been a male?

I understand the MCU wants to be diverse, but there are more female characters than a lot of the fanbase realize, the MCU has barely scratched the surface, instead of changing other characters drastically in the name of “diversity” they should just pull actual diverse characters, or create some, this version of Taskmaster doesn’t feel anything like Tony Masters, they lacked all flair, the fact that it’s just Winter Soldier and Ghost from AMATW 2.0 is just lacking.

it’s something we have seen before, and this wasn’t needed to “full circle” Natasha‘s story.

It’s not because Taskmaster is a girl that is the problem it’s the general writing that felt like they didn’t really care about the character and changing it to be a girl was like leading a lamb to the slaughter, so many fans were going to be enraged because they ruined everything about the character, so you should be mad they put the actress in this position, they chose to do that to the character and it feels like it was done on purpose, just for the reaction.

The character was already bad making it a girl just made it worse because it just felt bad. It gave me the impression that a female version of Anthony Masters is just boring, that is not what we should think but so many are, and yes a lot of people are mad just because it’s a woman because they might get the idea that the character would’ve been better if he was written to be a male, but what we all really want is just a good adaption of the character, that’s all, he very well could’ve been a woman and everyone might’ve been alright (some might be iffy or mad you cannot avoid this) but I know with good writing I would’ve been fine if it was Toni Masters, not this Antonia Dreykov.

And that is what I really could not tolerate and handle with what they did to Taskmaster.

It didn’t feel like they had plans to flesh the character out they were just marking boxes on “what comic character can we use for Black Widow” checklist.

I freaking love Tony Masters and he (and she) deserved better writing all around than what the MCU gave them (and us)

There was more I was going to add on but in my frustration I began to forget where I was going with this and didn’t get to properly express my feelings.

Now next time you see someone complaining over Taskmaster don’t just assume they are sexist, there’s so much more depth to the character which is why we’re so angry over this iteration, and the fact that people defend the character just because it’s a girl doesn’t go well for me, that’s a poor excuse for people who had more pressing reasons why the character was a failure, not because they’re a woman but because it feels like we can’t dislike them because they’re a woman.

Imagine if your favorite suffered the poor writing just for a different characters development, it is a terrible feeling and having people tell you not to be upset or say you’re sexist for being upset is so invalidating.

Not to mention that the MCU continues to erase many traits and personalities of characters and on top of that, their sexualities (where is that diversity??) is already frustrating but it’s starting to feel like the writers don’t even value the characters they have.

#marvel mcu #mcu #black widow #bw #natasha romanoff #taskmaster #tony masters #tony #black widow spoilers #marvel rant #rant #I’m just really upset #Sad

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fizzingwizard · 3 years

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Episode 41 was another fun one! It doesn’t seem related to the main plot, but that’s ok because we needed more world-building. And it does give us a bit of character development. Most importantly of all, it’s the DESPERATELY needed Sora-focused episode. And it’s all hers. We really needed this for Sora and I’m really happy with how it went down. It’s a simple, easy to follow story, and yet it was still cute and funny and good for Sora.

My one complaint would be that, though it’s great to see Sora be awesome and see her friends appreciate her, she didn’t seem to have something she needed to “overcome” like Jou and Koushirou, or something she had to prove like Yamato and Mimi. There’s definitely an important theme for Sora which, like the others, is related to her Crest. It just didn’t have the gravitas I felt it needed. It was a much sillier episode than Yamato’s, for instance. (But nowhere near as silly as Jou’s.) Still, overall very good.

Pic of the day:

A vision of perfection.

More below!

First off, the animation in this episode is really nice. Almost uniform througohut, and some seriously great expressions. CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE

The kids are taking a break (yay!!!! again!! I sweat the producers are reading my blog, HELLO PRODUCERS, THANKS FOR GIVING ME EVERYTHING I ASKED FOR, lol). Taichi and Sora spend it teaching the Digimon to play soccer. Interestingly, some of the Digimon evolve in order to play x’D I guess I can see why Gomamon can’t really play unless he’s Ikkakumon. Plus Tailmon is already Adult level anyway.

It’s really fun to see how much Sora and Taichi both love soccer and love playing it together. Koushirou has a cute moment explaining to the others how awesome Taichi and Sora’s teamwork is.

Sora blows the whistle on Tentomon for grabbing her because you don’t do that in soccer. I think this is a little unfair given that Tentomon can’t really kick the ball that well since he’s got bug feet xD

The whistle Sora has, for some reason, is Jou’s, given to him by his brother so that if he runs into a bear in the woods, he can whistle for help. Lol. That is adorable and hilarious. Still wish it was Hikari’s whistle though

Speaking of Hikari, she and Takeru are happily engaged in making flower crowns together while Patamon smushes the grass.

All of a sudden, these weird, veiny meteors come crashing from a huge island floating in the sky, leaving a crater in the field. Could be dangerous!

Taichi: I’m not afraid. Besides, I’m curious.

Yamato: Be careful, Takeru.

Takeru: Yeah, be careful, Hikari.

omg too cute

I mean look at these expressions and body language. It’s fantastic. I love how Taichi looks like he’s trying not to get too close as he pokes the object with a stick and how Koushirou is like hiding behind his computer lol.

They discover it’s not a meteor, but a fruit. (And look another adorable Taichi face!) Question is, is it edible?

Agumon: Sure is!

Taichi: D:

no seriously I love Taichi being freaked out by his own partner. Lol. It’s one of the best things about Taichi & Agumon. I ate it up in Tri lol

So, I expected Yamato to be the downer of the group here along with Jou, but he’s just concerned that the fruit is too small for everyone to share. Aw what a mom.

It’s also pretty funny that, when a floating island appears and a mysterious fruit falls down with enough strength to leave a crater in the ground, the kids’ reaction isn’t to wonder about what’s going on, but to try to figure out how to eat it lol.

At this point they’re just so used to floating islands that it’s lost all novelty. They’re like, “oh, floating island, been there done that”

Agumon comes up with the obvious solution and Taichi and Sora fly up to the island together to get more fruit. Why only two of them go... is convenience for the episode xD

But it does lead to some good Sora moments and Taichi/Sora friendship. First, Sora is absolutely adorable. Even Agumon comments that she seems in a really good mood and Taichi can tell it’s because of how much she loves playing soccer. The way Sora talks to him, all fast and excited, is just so cute. You can tell she really loves soccer, especially with Taichi.

This episode kinda made me ship Taiora ;_; it was honestly more Taiora than any one episode in the 99 show...

Meanwhile, another giant object starts falling off the island towards the rest of the kids, and Palmon makes THE WEIRDEST SOUND. Like SO WEIRD. I think Yamada Kinoko passed out and made this noise while recording or something bahahahaha

Anyway it’s a refrigerator. Now appliances are falling out of the sky. I don’t understand why it makes the same size crater as the fruit despite being way heavier.

OMG baby Taichi’s hairrrrrrr I cannot

Soon they come across Flymon (why do Sora episodes always involved bugs...? This is the third time lol) who’s abducted a very helpless looking Digimon. They decide to help. Agumon gears up his Baby Flame but is stopped by Sora, who realizes that if they attack they might hurt the victim as well. I assume this is meant to tell us that, while Taichi’s brave and a strategist, another pair of eyes from someone like Sora whose first priority is others’ welfare is a big help.

... except that Sora’s plan for “tackle them” doesn’t seem to me that much better xD It still results in the poor abducted Digimon falling through the sky to her doom... I guess it’s better than falling out of the sky and alsobeing on fire tho

They catch the Digimon, who is Pomumon and just as pathetic as he looks. Meanwhile they’re being attacked by... Tropaliamon? Tropicanamon? lol I already forgot, a big bird with the ability to MELT ENTIRE FORESTS.

Pomumon explains that Evil Tropical Bird-mon and his Flymon invaded the island and started turning all the Pomumon into fruit. When the fruit ripen, they eat them. Pomumon is now the only Pomumon who hasn’t been fruit-ified.

Agumon: ... so... does this make me a cannibal?

Taichi: Maybe now you’ll be mindful of what you eat!

Okay and now the most AMAZING interaction ever, between Yamato and Mimi, and seriously it is a TRAVESTY that they don’t interact directly in the 99 series, I mean LOOK AT THE GOLD WE GET HERE,

Mimi says she hopes there’s fruit or juice in the fridge. Yamato makes an expression like someone just insulted his mother.

They then proceed to argue over what constitutes “juice” and Yamato’s all fired up about it and Mimi’s just like “lol not listening”

IT IS HILARIOUS. Quality content. Mimato shippers eat your heart out

And... this is all they do for the rest of the episode. bahaha. I DON’T EVEN CARE. I love the idea that they fought over this the WHOLE time and never even opened the fridge. The others just had to listen in baffled astonishment xD

Taichi and Sora fight Evil Tropical Bird-mon to save the Pomumon, but Taichi and MetalGreymon get knocked into the pitcher plant that turns Digimon into fruit.

Metla Greymon doesn’t quite fit into the fruit, his horns are really stretching it out lol.

and asdfghjkkl;’‘ TAICHI GETS TURNED INTO A FRUIT TOO, HE’S A DEFORMED BLUEBERRY, HIS GOGGLES THO, LMFAO

i really shouldn’t be as amused as I am

now... I have to say it - the one thing here is, the show has already played its trump cards like Omegamon and WarGreymon. I am sure they have more in store before the end, but the point is, it’s hard to believe Taichi is struggling against Digimon who seem like they shouldn’t have a chance against him. It’s like, you can defeat DoneDevimon, but not Evil-Tropical-Birdmon? You can escape the influence of Millenniumon’s miasma, but not a pitcher plant?? lol

Sora gets ANGRY when Taichi becomes Taichi-fruit. Her Crest of Love glows and brings out Garudamon. Taiora fans around the world screamed.

One way or another, this leaves Sora on her own (yay). And she is a busy girl. She wants to save Taichi first, but Pomumon also needs her help, and Garudamon needs her support while fighting the enemy.

Pomumon: don’t worry about me! I can fly on my own! *fails miserably*

Sora’s face says “I just don’t understand this world,” lol

They are then attacked by Flymon, and Pomumon still pretty much expects Sora to protect him. Sora’s like, “Fine, I’ll deal with Flymon, but you have to go save your friends,” and when Pomumon asks how, she just says “GOOD LUCK” and tosses him away, which honestly made me laugh out loud, you go girl

she’s like QUIT BEING SO USELESS DO SOMETHING ON YOUR OWN and just chucks him

buhahahaha

Pomumon, despite being useless, is able to free one of his comrades. After a brief discussion about how useless they are, they go to save the others.

I believe I can fly

I believe I can touch the sky

think about it every night and day

spread my wings and fly away

Sora thinks back to yet another soccer game where another student did a foul, I guess, on Taichi, and knocks him to the ground. Seeing Sora get so angry and protective of Taichi - omg, it totally squeezes my heat, gah. And it also makes her look so cool. Not just the girl in the back who comforts you when you fall down - also the one who runs up and tells the bully to back off!

that hair tho

Even though he’d been hurt, Taichi encouraged Sora not to quit playing and to win the game. In present time, Sora recalls that instance and uses it to push herself onward:

At this point, I could’ve gotten annoyed: as much as I loved the Taiora friendship and seeing their teamwork, it’s Sora’s episode, and I didn’t want her to succeed because of “what I learned from Taichi.” However, it’s very similar to Koushirou’s episode, where it was the faith Taichi had in him that gave Koushirou the confidence to find the courage he already had. It’s similar for Sora. Plus, since she’s got the Crest of Love, it makes perfect sense that love for her friend would be a motivating factor here.

On top of that - the things Sora thinks about Taichi are then echoed by Garudamon, only about Sora. Sora won’t give up because Taichi never does - and Garudamon won’t give up because Sora never does. You can see the chain reaction: friends building each other up through their support and faith in each other. Very sweet.

buhahahahahaha the freaking taichi blueberry

I really expected Taichi would be a little more wigged out about having been TURNED INTO A FRUIT, but once he’s free he’s like “Thanks, now let’s get back to the fight!” lol

to be fair there were only a couple minutes left in the episode, no time for freak outs i suppose

They save MetalGreymon who goes to back up Garudamon, but then Sora comes up with a plan.

Of course, it’s related to soccer.

Obligatory Cool Girl Soccer Star Sora shot

They kick the ball to lead the Pomumon’s seed? attack directly into Evil Tropical Bird-mon’s mouth. This... seems to be our kids’ favorite play this season, lmao

While choking on seeds, Garudamon and MetalGreymon launch their attacks and finally defeat him. Yaaaay goodbye weirdass fruit transmogrifying cannibal Digimon bird thing

Taichi tells Sora she’s awesome T______T It’s soooooooo sweet. My Taiora heart leapt

and my Taishiro heart whispered “he said カッコよかった to her but saves すごい for Koushirou <3 “ lol

Soooooo cute. MVP

Garudamon agrees that Sora is awesome

Ending card

So... the honest truth is yeah, this episode wasn’t necessary for the plot at all, and it would have been nice if it had been. But not all of the others’ center episodes were plot-related either. The important thing was for it to be wholly Sora’s episode and give her some Crest-related development. It did both those things.

I really would have liked a conundrum for Sora to fix, but I think the problem there is, since before now she wasn’t getting attention at all, they hadn’t set much of a foundation for that conundrum. The first time around, it was “oh, Sora is kind, so she wants to help anyone she sees” and there was a bit of personality clash with Yamato. Though it was small, it was a good bit of development and useful for two characters. It also led to Yamato and Sora’s friendship strengthening. With Taichi and Sora, we’ve been told they’re friends and teammates, but have not seen many strong examples of that. And, if there’s a fight between them, it could easily turn into a Taichi episode... that’s what I think anyway. So I guess the focus point for this episode was showing how Sora’s deep love for her friends strengthens her already, and maybe there’ll be more complex problems in the future, perhaps when she gets her next evolution... We’ll see.

Anyway. Good episode. So glad to see this show seems to be pretty solidly back on the rails. We only have like 20 episodes left though, seems like a lot but it’ll go fast.

That’s why I’m a bit surprised to see that next week looks like another not really plot-related episode:

Takeru and Yamato are going to a theme park. There’s no context for why they’re not with the others, but my guess is Takeru wanted to go and Yamato took him... easy as that xD I guess we’ll see, but I really hope this doesn’t mean the team is splitting up again.

However, we really do need quality time with Yamato and Takeru as well, so I’m all for this. It’s like the show really has got some self-awareness about how lax it’s been developing characters and relationships thus far and is now cranking it HARD to fit everything in we’ve been missing. Good.

#digimon adventure 2020 #digimon psi #digimon adventure:#digimon reboot #fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon #didnt check for typos as usual

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the-karma-cafe · 4 years

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fae!reader x thorin

The company had been going in circles for hours. One wrong step and they had doomed themselves to an eternity in this place. I giggled to myself from up in the trees, watching one of the dwarves stomp his foot indignantly, his hat flopping around goofily in response. They looked so puny from so far away.

My sharp eyes followed their movements, watching as they separated themselves from their group. The hobbit upward, the dwarf with the large hat off to the right, the big one off to the left, the leader... a ways below me?

I fluttered down from my perch, coming to a stop to lounge on a mossy branch above the leader of their group. He frowned, finally noticing that his group had left him. “Hello?” he asked, his voice booming throughout the silent forest.

I lazily examined my nails. “Do you think it wise to enter this wood?”

He jumped, startled by my voice. His head whipped around to find me, and when he did, his piercing gaze met mine.

He cleared his throat. “It was the only choice.”

“You can always go around, or over, or under.” I sneered down at him. “You wanted to tempt fate. You reek of self-importance.”

The dwarf clenched his jaw, ignoring my words. “Are you an illusion?”

I grinned, peering down at him. “You think you conjured me from your mind? I’m flattered~ What, am I your type?” I pushed myself up and hopped down, my movements silent and sure.

He frowned down at me, ignoring my playful words again. How dull. “Is this your wood?”

“Maybe. Why?”

“I ask that you lead me to my group and the exit, and we will be out of your hair.”

I tilted my head. “Which group?”

“A pack of dwarves and a hobbit. Surely, you saw us.”

I nodded. “Ah, yes. That way.” My arms crossed to point in opposite directions.

He frowned. “Which way did they go?”

I withdrew my arms. “Which way did who go?”

He groaned in frustration. “Damn you, give me a clear answer.”

I tapped his nose lightly. He blinked, confused at the touch. I was definitely real to him now. “Now, now, where’s the fun in that?” He did not seem to like my teasing. He reached out to grab me, but I fluttered back and up into the air away from his grasp.

He watched me hover, a spark of interest in his eye. “How are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”

He rolled his eyes, gesturing to my form. “Flying.”

I frowned. Us fae had not left the forest for a long time, but I did not think we had been forgotten. “You truly do not know what I am?”

“Am I meant to?”

I shook my head. “I... suppose not. Can I have your name?” I hadn’t done this in awhile. I hoped it sounded casual enough, although it likely wouldn’t matter, given he didn’t know what a fae was.

“Thorin Oakenshield.” he answered, straightening up regally like I was meant to recognize the name. My lips curled up in a devious little smile. He took notice, his proud posture faltering a bit in confusion.

“Thorin~” I whispered, my voice running over his skin like water. A slight film creeped over his eyes, rendering him completely under my control. I came closer, caressing his cheek. “Foolish dwarf. Handsome, brave, but foolish.” A look of confusion and fright danced behind the film. My expression formed into one of mock concern. “Aw, you look so frightened...” I brought my face closer, eyes darting to his lips. “Do you want me to release you from my hold? Temporarily, of course. What’s done cannot be undone~”

The emotions warring in his eyes calmed. I assumed he was trying to tell me to free him. I smiled toothily. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I floated nearer, brushing my lips against his. I pushed forward, connecting them fully. I felt warm hands gently meet my waist and pull me closer. I grinned against his lips. Weak-minded people easily gave in to the charms of fae. He attempted to deepen the kiss but I pulled away, my finger on his lips. “Eager, are we~?”

Thorin blinked his eyes open and pushed me away upon realizing what was happening. I tittered in the air, enjoying his little display. “What did you do.” he commanded an answer, his gaze firm and unforgiving.

I flew behind him, my hands creeping over his shoulders and onto his chest. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling him tense underneath me. “Do you not know the power a name holds?” I whispered into his ear and he shivered. “And you would simply give it to me? How naive~”

He tilted his head a bit towards me. “What creature takes power from names? Why have I never heard of your kind?”

I hummed, drumming my fingers on him. “Questions questions~” I gazed at him for a moment. “You want to know how to leave?”

He inclined his head. “Yes. With my company.” I bit my lip, floating away from him to rest my back against a tree. He turned to me, eyeing my figure none-too-subtly.

“Will I get something in return?” I asked. I couldn’t very well let him leave for free.

“You already have my name. What more can I offer?” he paused. “Is it gold that you want?”

I scrunched up my nose in disgust. “Did you really think such materialistic goods would tempt me?” I gestured at the forest.

He frowned, not saying anything.

I tapped my chin, pretending to think on it. I truly had no idea what I would need in return. “Hmm......”

Thorin glared at me. “Make up your mind.” he spat.

“Temper temper~” I teased. “What’s got you in such a hurry?”

He huffed, crossing his arms. “It is none of your concern.”

My eyes lit up at this. I floated over and slightly above him. My finger guided his jaw upwards to face me. “I believe it is my concern. You’re mine now, remember, Thorin Oakenshield?” I purred, watching his eyes unfocus.

His hands reached up desperately to pull me down, a lovestruck look on his face. I laughed brightly, letting go of my hold again. He snapped out of it, quickly retracting his hands and jerking his jaw from my hand. “Stop doing that.”

I smiled to myself. Foolish dwarf didn’t know that our spells are rooted in our victim’s true feelings. His physical attraction to me revealed itself in the way he behaved under my spell. If it weren’t for his own pride, I’d likely have him wrapped around my finger, spell or not.

I twirled a strand of his hair around my finger, “Tell me, then. What is your unlikely company doing in my woods?”

He grumbled for a bit, not wanting to talk to me.

I tucked his hair behind his ear. “I have forever to wait for an answer, but your little friends don’t have that luxury.” I twirled my fingers, conjuring up an image of his company, wandering aimlessly through the trees.

His eyes widened in surprise. “Fili-“ he started, but I cut him off.

“They can’t hear you, silly.” I waved my hand, making it disappear. “Now talk, you stubborn dwarf!”

Thorin’s eyes flashed. “We are taking back Erebor. Are you satisfied, you incessant creature?”

I perked up at this. “Erebor.....” I nodded. “I’m coming with you.”

He stepped back in surprise. “You what?”

“That is my condition. If you want to leave this place, I leave with you. Simple, really, though I understand it might be too much to wrap your thick skull around.”

He bristled at the insult but inclined his head. “Lead the way.”

a/n: its 4am so this is less than ideal writing but ! hope you enjoyed anyway :)

part 2!

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 4 years

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A Death Sentence

[Credit gif by @rainbow-motors ]

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Implied smut

Prompts: “I don’t owe you an explanation,” “Loving me is a death sentence.”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,201

Summary: Dean and the Reader have a fight after a hunt. Nothing even went wrong, but feelings are realized.

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a/n: I couldn’t, for the life of me figure out a title. But this is for @supernatural-jackles SPN Bi-Weekly/Monthly writing challenge and these are the prompts I picked. I picked monthly but, I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m just going with it.

“Anything?” Dean asks. Sam, him and Y/N search the warehouse for the vampires that had made headlines for killing so many people in a short period of time. Now they’re here to put a stop to it.

Latest victim was a college student, out of state, moved here to go to school. Classmates said she was on edge, anxious all the time and just figured it was because she was far from home. Seemed logical.

“Nothing.” Sam shouts from his spot on the higher levels, coming out into the open in the main most center spot of the warehouse.

“Clear from where I am.” She says, coming into the main area from the lower levels.

“Damn, did we lose them?” Dean asks.

“Maybe.” Sam says, coming down the stairs to meet with Dean. Y/N doing the same, ascending the stairs to meet with the boys.

Sam and Dean were close, Y/N still had a few feet before she was with them and she noticed a few dark figures closing in on her friends.

“Behind you!” she shouts, running in to fight off the three vamps that snuck behind them.

One lunged at Dean knocking him onto his back, another swung at Sam flinging him a few feet from where he stood. And another side tackled Y/N to the ground.

She took the momentum of her roll to her advantage, pushing herself up in one motion from the fall. The vamp trying to close in, but Y/N swung her machete cutting the head off in one swift motion.

Sam managed to fight off his attacker, slicing the head off in an upward swing as the female vamp charged.

Dean struggled with his attacker. He must have knocked Dean’s machete out of his hand when he landed on the floor. The vamp managed to get a hand at Dean’s throat forcing him to expose his neck to the vamp.

“Hey!” Y/N shouts. “It’s me you want!” she says.

With blood lust eyes, the vampire looked up at Y/N.

“Y/N! No, don’t play hero!” Sam shouted.

“Bute Montana, that was your allied nest. Not very big, believe your mate was Wynonna, she took a bite at me, but things didn’t pan out for her.” She says.

The vamp rose, taking long strides over to Y/N. She readied her machete. “She spoke about you, Kyle.” She says.

He growled at her. Taking a swing, but Y/N ducks to avoid it. And when she tried to swing her machete at him, he blocked and knocked it out of her hand. She saw Dean behind him, machete in hand, readies a swing.

“She always said you were easy to fool.” Y/N adds with a smirk.

Before he could turn around to attack Dean, Dean swung the machete. Ending the killings in Columbus Ohio.

She released a sigh in relief, but Dean just glared at her.

Y/N rolls her eyes. Oh, get over yourself, he was going to kill you. I had to do something. She thought.

The ride back to the motel was a quiet one, but the tension was there. You could even cut it with a knife.

Everyone though knew Dean was pissed when he slams the car door shut, even the trunk door when he grabbed his duffle.

They got one room available, thankfully with two beds. But no so much for Y/N. Dean was pissed and it’s always the same thing. And it just made her feel like no matter what she did, even if the hunt ended great with no one hurt, like she wasn’t good enough.

“The fuck were you thinking!” Dean yelled, when Sam entered behind Y/N, shutting the door behind them.

“I don’t know why you’re so mad!” Y/N shouted. “I saved you, no one got hurt. What’s the big deal?” she asked.

“The big deal is, you risked your life when you didn’t have to.” Dean shouted. “Why do you always do that?” he adds. Growling in frustration.

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” She snaps.

“I think you do; he would have killed you if I hadn’t had him.” Dean says.

“No, I don’t owe you anything. I saved you, you still got to kill the vamp. No one got hurt. Happy ending. Now let’s just get over it.” She says.

“No, I’m not getting over this. In fact, I’m benching you. This is the third time a monster nearly has our asses, you do this. It’s like you’re asking for it.” Dean says.

“I’m not, I’m using it as a distraction, and it works.” She argues.

“Well it’s a shit idea, oldest play in the play book. No wonder you’re a shit hunter.” Dean says.

“Dean!” Sam shouts.

But the damage was done. The words cut like knifes at her heart. Hunting was something she loved to do. Something close to making a difference in this dark world she lived in.

“Well if I’m being such a pain, I’ll just leave.” She says. Picking up her back up and storms out of the room.

“Way to go dick.” Sam scoffs.

“Whatever, she’ll be back. Let’s get some sleep.” Dean says.

She never did. She kept walking down the street until she got to a bar in town.

I need a drink. She thought. Finding a spot at the bar, waving down a bartender.

“What can I get you little lady?” he says. A sweet southern accent to his tone.

“Whisky, neat.” She says.

“Coming right up,” he says, getting her glass and giving her somewhat of a generous amount of whiskey. “Rough night?” he asks.

“You have no idea.” She says, throwing back the drink. Welcoming the burn, it caused going down her throat.

“Let me know if you need anything darlin’.” He says, tending to the other patrons of the bar. Leaving her the bottle of whisky.

She gives herself another glass full.

“Hey beautiful.” A deep voice said behind her. Her back tensed. His voice gave her the creeps.

“Not interested, back off.” She says.

“Oh, feisty. I like that.” He says. “I’m Jason.” He introduces.

“Jason, you’re going to be introduced to my knee to your groin if you don’t back off.” She says glaring at him.

“A ball of spitfire at that. Bet your just as amazing in bed as you are at making friends.” He says.

“Worst. Pick up line. Ever.” She says with a groan. Getting frustrated and annoyed.

He places a hand on her shoulder. She shrugs him off harshly.

“I don’t recall saying you can touch.” She shouts.

“I always get what I want, and I say, I want you and I’ll fucking get you.” He says aggressively. His hand having a death grip on her bicep.

Fucking fuck, I’m fucked. She thought.

Her knee found its way to his groin, and he went down fast and hard.

She took her duffle and went into the women’s restroom, locking up behind her.

She can’t run, the duffle not only slows her down, but she doesn’t have a vehicle to get away.

She grabs her cellphone, calling the one number she doesn’t want to call right now. But she needs him to rescue her.

“Hello?” Dean answers after a few rings.

“Dean.” She says, coming out a whimper.

“Y/N? What is it? Are you okay?” He’s already concerned.

“I need you. I’m at a bar up the main road, not far from the motel. There’s this guy, he’s trying to…” she trails as sobs begin to erupt.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I’m coming now. Just stay where you are.” Dean says.

“I’m in the women’s restroom. I’ll wait for you.” She says. Hanging up.

She sits in the corner stall, sitting on the stool with knees up to her chest. The always tough and badass hunter scared out of her wits.

It didn’t take long, roughly ten minutes after hanging up from Dean, there was a knock at the door.

“Sweetheart, it’s me, Dean.” She heard.

She hurries to the door. Unlocking it to reveal Dean, concern etched all over. Replaced the anger she saw earlier.

“Where is this dick?” he asks when he sees her with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“The bar, tall muscular build. He’s about Sam’s size but more muscular.” She says.

Dean turned his head to the side to see from the corner of his eye this asshole.

She could see Dean tense up, wanting to just make the dude pay for hurting her.

“Dean, I just want to get out of here. Please.” She pleads.

“Alright, stay close sweetheart.” He says, taking her hand.

Her bag still in hand, she takes Dean’s, he pulls her close to his side. As he walks with her to navigate out, Jason approached.

“Hey, come on darlin’, you don’t need this shorty here.” He slurs.

“Dude, I told you I’m not interested. Now leave me alone.” She tells him.

“Come on baby, I’ll make you feel so good.” He continues.

“Pal, she said to lay off.” Dean says, putting his hand out to tell Jason to keep his distance. If he’d listen to him.

“Kiss my ass pretty boy.” Jason insults, shoving Dean’s hand out of the way.

“Okay.” Dean goes. Mildly annoyed and frustrated. He gets himself between Y/N and the dick. And reels his fist back and punches Jason, knocking him out cold. “There.” Dean goes, taking Y/N back into his side, keeping her safe.

The drive back the motel was a quiet one, but Dean didn’t show that he was upset. And Dean could read her as well and he didn’t want to upset her any more than she was.

Once back, she had seen Sam was sound asleep in one of the beds. Dean quietly shutting the door behind him.

“Why don’t you take a hot shower, relax a little bit.” Dean suggests.

She agrees silently. Taking her clothes from her duffle she heads to the bathroom, and silently takes a shower.

She exits the shower, more relaxed but still a feeling of not being good enough was eating at her.

Dean was already down in the other bed. She settled with sleeping on the couch.

“Sweetheart, you need a bed to sleep in. I won’t bite.” Dean whispers.

“I don’t want to right now.” She says.

“Then do you want to talk about our fight from earlier?” Dean says. She stays silent. He could see her curl up inside of herself. She doesn’t want to.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t mean it. You’re not a shit hunter. I just said that because I was mad. You’re an excellent hunter. I just don’t like it that you put yourself in danger like that.” He adds.

“I just can’t stand to see you get hurt when I could do something to prevent it. So, I act. Anything I can do to help protect the man I love.” She whispers.

“You don’t wanna let yourself love me sweetheart, loving me is like a death sentence. Everyone I ever loved has either left me or died.” Dean says quietly.

“Too late Dean, I love you and you can’t make me stop.” She says.

“You’re right. Because I love you to sweetheart. And it scares me when you do stuff like that.” Dean admits.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to scare you.” She says softly.

“Can you come here now, so I can hold you.” Dean says, making room for her in the bed with him.

She doesn’t hesitate. She gets up, and crawls in, curling up into Dean. Snuggling her face his chest.

Dean laid on his side, he works his arms around her to hold her close. She snuggles more into him. And she lets her walls break down, and she lets go of the stress of the night.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m right here. Let it all out.” Dean whispers, as he draws soothing circles in her back.

She calmed down a bit before looking up at Dean, in the dark, moonlit room.

She could see the softness in his face. She felt him dip his head down, giving her a soft, gentle kiss on her lips.

It took her a moment to kiss him back once she registered in her brain that Dean Winchester just kissed her. And now she was kissing him back. It was better than she had imagined.

The kiss growing into something deeper and hungrier as they discarded their clothes, Dean showing just how much he loves his girl.

The next morning Sam was the first up and at ‘em, once he enters the room after a morning run to find them full dressed and decent, he was actually relieved that she was back and happy.

“Glad to see things are okay again.” He says as he sees Dean kiss Y/N on the cheek while they make breakfast in the kitchenette. “But please, next time you guys do make up sex…try to wait until we get home.” He says. His face disgusted by the sounds he heard last night.

The statement made Y/N laugh, giving the younger Winchester an apologetic smile. “Sorry Sam.” She says.

“Yeah, sorry Sammy. We’ll keep that in mind next time.” Dean says. Kissing Y/N on the mouth, passionately. Earning a groan from Sam.

Y/N and Dean smiling against their kiss. Oh, this is going to be fun.

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teamhook · 4 years

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Emma and Killian :|: CSMM

This is my last submission for the @captainswanmoviemarathon

Thanks to everyone in the Discord for letting me bounce ideas and for all the help.

Thanks to @revanmeetra87 who helped me write the thing. She kinda tricked me, she knows what I’m talking about. Still love her. :)

Thanks to @ultraluckycatnd for Beta services :)

The story is inspired by Kate and Leopold, it will not be an exact retell of the movie. I hope you guys enjoy reading it.

FFN

AO3

Will a man out of time be the happy ending of a cynical woman that doesn’t believe in fairytales? Could they take the leap together?

“I’m not sleepy Papa, tell me a story,” the girl urges with big fluttering eyes, begging.

The man looks lovingly at the young girl and smiles as he shakes his head. He starts telling her an unlikely love tale.

:|:

Killian Jones was walking through the growing city looking on as everyone went about their daily business. The noise of the Brooklyn Bridge construction was deafening. He missed life out on the open sea, but this was his life now. While looking out at the sea, he noticed a man that appeared to be following him. He stopped at a small haberdashery shop and noticed the same man from earlier was there too. This had to be a coincidence. Before he could think about it any further, the clock tower chimed; it was time to go home. Liam was going to be in a dreadful mood if he was late. Bloody parties. His brother had stopped being his older brother; he now acted like his keeper.

“Killian, you are the Duke of Albany, you need to dress better. You also need to find a wife. Brother, appearances matter.”

Brennan Jones had quickly gone through the inheritance their mother had left behind, a worthless title was all their father had left them. Once the money was gone, so was he. Liam had retired from the Royal Navy to become Killian’s guardian, even if he was old enough to not require one. He had been in the Navy himself, after all. His brother should worry more about finding himself a wife and not have to alter his life because his little brother had become a blemish on the family name. Milah had been more than a dalliance; he had loved her and she had used him. Once the affair was revealed, she played the victim; the young virile man seduced the older bored wife with stories of great adventures. So then it was decided to make the move for a fresh start.

The party had started by the time he got there, and anyone who was anyone was there. Smee, his manservant, helped him get ready for the evening. Sometime later that night, Liam pulled him aside and told him to find a wife. There were wealthy women lined up for him to choose from, but Killian’s response was simple. “Brother, I don’t want to marry for money. Marriage is the promise of eternal love. As a man of honor, I cannot promise eternity when my heart isn’t true.”

As Killian walked off, an unknown guest caught his eye. It was the man from earlier. He was walking around with some sort of strange device. With his curiosity piqued, Killian followed the strange man as he explored room to room. The man got spooked when he noticed Killian following him around. He ran out of the party and fled to the street. As Killian trailed behind, his attention was momentarily thwarted by a vision with fair skin and golden hair. After she passed, his attention snapped back to his original target.

Killian ran after him, yelling for him to “Stop!!”

The man kept running, not bothering to turn back. It seemed that his destination was the Brooklyn Bridge. The other man neared the end of the girder, as Killian jumped in an effort to stop the man from falling to his death. As he grabbed hold of the man’s hand, the other man screamed “Let go!” Killian shook his head. “No, you will die if I let go!” The other man tried to pull his hand out of Killian’s grip and finally succeeded, but Killian desperately grabbed a hold of the man with his other hand, losing his tenuous grip on the rope he had been holding on to, and they both fell into the unknown.

Wednesday

Killian woke up in an unfamiliar place. Was it all a dream ? His eyes focused on the strange surroundings. He jolted up. Where the bloody hell is he ?

A loud ringing startled him. The man he followed into the abyss emerged from a closed door.

“You really shouldn’t have followed me,” the man said as he studied Killian.

The ringing started again but this time, the man picked up an object. “Hello, oh, Emma. No, I haven’t seen your IPad. What? Yes. I’m sure you didn’t leave it here.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it will turn up.”

Killian just sat, staring at him.

“Sorry about that. I can’t believe it. You are here.”

“You obviously know who I am, but I have no idea who you are.”

“Oh, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Jefferson. Your great-great-grandson,” he smiled.

“I’m not even married,” Killian scoffed. “Let’s say I believe you. Why kidnap me? We don’t have any money, there’s no ransom money.”

Jefferson scrunched his face. “What? No, you’re not kidnapped.” He sighed. “You followed me through the portal and it closed behind us. So you have to stay put.”

Killian looked around. “Where the bloody hell am I? You say I’m not kidnapped, but you want me to stay put?”

“Look, I’m not holding you against your will. It’s for your safety. You are still in New York, but things have changed. New York is not as safe as it once was,” Jefferson said.

Killian got up and walked to the window, as he shook his head. “That is not New York.” He turned his back to the window and headed towards the sofa.

A feminine voice startled them. “Yeah, that’s good old New York alright.” She smiled as she entered the room, closing the window behind her.

Killian stared at the woman. “Have I seen you before?” he asked.

Her eyes narrowed at the newcomer as Jefferson grabbed her arm. “Come on, let’s find that iPad. Killian, I’ll be right back, don’t move,” he said.

Killian sat down on the sofa still a little disoriented, his eyes continuing to follow the lass as she left the room. He knows he has seen her somewhere, but is utterly confused about where that was.

Emma and Jefferson arrived at his small office to look for the IPad. “I told you to take care of it when you asked to borrow it,” she sighed.

He rolled his eyes. “I took care of it just fine. It was just for two days while I got my laptop back from the repair guy. I thought I gave it back to you.”

“No, you didn’t. Damn it, Jeff, I need it back!” she glared at him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find it,” he said with a big smile on his face.

“Okay,” she turned to him, “why are you so excited?”

“I did it! Emma, I really did it!”

“You did what Jeff?”

“I found it. The portal, a crack in the fabric of time. I traveled back in time and walked around in 1876.” He waggled his eyebrows in unison. “That’s not the best part; my great-great-grandfather followed me.“ The crazed glee was unable to stay hidden from his face.

Emma pursed her lips. “So what you are saying is that you found a portal and I’m to believe that the man out there is not Sergeant Pepper but a man out of time?”

“Emma, I told you about him. He is the Duke of Albany. He is a brilliant engineer; he invented the counterweight pulley. You know, the elevator?”

“And that’s him out there?” Emma stated sarcastically. “Right. Jeff, if you’re trying to create a distraction from my missing iPad, there are more believable ways to do it.”

“I’m serious!” he protested.

Emma glared, placing her hands on her hips. “No. You’re never serious. That’s the problem! Your head’s always 5,000 miles away in Wonderland.”

“Emma-”

A soft tap on the door interrupted Jefferson.

“Pardon me,” said Killian, hovering in the doorway. “Might I be of help?”

“Yeah,” Emma replied. “Tell your pal Jeff to stop messing with me.”

“‘Messing’...with you? I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,” said Killian, perplexed.

“Oh, right.” Emma rolled her eyes. “How could I forget the whole ‘man out of time’ thing. How about this: Tell Jefferson to stop insulting my intelligence.”

As they spoke, Jefferson was digging through his desk. “Found it!” he yelped, holding the iPad aloft. “Found it. You can go, Emma.”

Emma grabbed it and walked out before slamming the door shut, effectively waking up the slumbering apricot mastiff. The startled dog’s barking was loud and constant, creating madness as she ran around the room.

Jefferson cringed, “Cat shut up!”

While Jefferson kept trying to tame the beast, Killian stared at the door.

After a few treat bribes and belly rubs, Jefferson finally broke Killian’s enchantment. “I’m sorry about her.”

“Who is she? I feel like I’ve seen her before.” Killian’s eye was still set on the door.

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but women have changed since your time. They are dangerous.” Jefferson walked to the front door and locked it.

Killian kept his steely-eyes on Jefferson. “You say I’m not kidnapped, yet you lock the door.”

Jefferson laughed. “I’m protecting you. New York is not the same as it was. I can’t let you go out there.”

Killian glared at him.

Cat scratched at the door urgently.

“Look, man, your clothes make you look like you’re some Renaissance Faire crazed fanatic. I can tell you’re kind of antsy. I will get you home, but the portal closed. My backup is for next Tuesday. We can discuss this more, but I really need to take Cat for her walk,” Jefferson said as the dog barked.

Killian sighed; there was not much he could do.

“While I’m out, I was wondering if you could look over these.” Jefferson handed Killian some notebooks.

Killian grabbed them and sat down.

“I shouldn’t be gone long. Don’t open the door for anyone,” Jefferson said as he secured Cat’s leash. The door closed behind them, and then there was a click.

Jefferson and Cat were waiting for the elevator. He heard the ding and once the door opened, he took a step in, but Cat hesitated and he realized only too late why. He fell into the empty elevator shaft as the door closed behind him. He was still holding onto the leash as he attempted to pull himself up. A frightened Cat whimpering above managed to get out of her collar. Jefferson was unaware the sealed elevator door was the only thing preventing him from falling to his possible death. “Good girl, Cat stay, don’t move.” He tried again to pull himself up but failed as he lost his grip and fell, only to land on top of the elevator a couple of floors below.

Meanwhile, Killian was exploring the apartment. He was in awe of all the different appliances. He was washing his face when a knock on the door suddenly startled him. As he neared the door, it burst open, revealing the fiery blonde from before.

“Jeff!!!! Hey, you renaissance man, where is he? He forgot my charger and you can’t just kick Cat outside. She unloaded Lake Erie out there.”

“I have not, milady. Jeff stepped outside with her.”

“Fine, let’s go. I have enough time to stop for a replacement charger. I said let’s go!” she said, rolling her eyes as she handed him Cat’s leash.

He stammered and did as instructed as they walked out of the apartment building. Killian held on to Cat. “Lass, I take it you’re a career woman. I once courted a librarian in Sussex,” he smiled.

She stared at him askance. “Did you, now.”

“Indeed I did, I…” He trailed off as he began to suspect she wasn’t taking their conversation seriously. “Librarian is a fine avocation for a lady; what is yours? Please forgive me if I’m being too forward,” Killian decided to say instead.

“I’m in market research,” she said, which explained very little to him.

At his undoubtedly confused look, she continued. “I figure out what customers like and don’t like about products.”

“Ahh,” he said, nodding. “Very valuable research, indeed.”

“Yeah, well, thankfully my boss thinks so too. Speaking of, I am already running late. If I want to get my charger, I have to go now. Wait...give these to Jefferson when you see him. I am sick of getting his mail.” Reaching into her bag, she withdrew some envelopes. “See you.” With another swish of her blonde hair, she was gone.

Killian admired the no-nonsense blonde; there was something about her that called to him. She wasn’t like any of the women he had met in his life, and not just because she was a career woman. He was not afraid of that. He had a feeling she was going to be a challenge, and he does love a good challenge.

In a slight daze, Killian watched her turn the corner and continue out of sight. Was everyone in this city constantly on the move?

Cat, who had been crouched and snuffling at the street, suddenly shook herself vigorously, and Killian looked down at her.

It is then he noticed the pungent droppings she had left beside him. Wrinkling his nose with distaste, he decided to move on. After all, it would likely be indistinguishable from the horse manure every city had.

Though, come to think of it, he hasn’t really seen any horses. Or street manure. Just the noisy, swift carriages that seem to move of their own will.

“Excuse me!” a voice called over the general din.

He turned to see a female constable looking at him irritably - but surely he was imagining her annoyance. What could he possibly have done to invoke her attention?

“Sir, aren’t you going to pick that up!?” The frown lines were evident on the face of the woman.

Killian stared at the woman. “I refuse, respectfully.” He gave her a charming smile.

The woman mocked him and smiled back. “It’s against the law to leave the poop there. I repeat, are you picking that up or not?”

“I’m sorry, you’re saying there’s a law that forces gentlemen to pick up canine feces?” he grimaced.

“Yes, there is. Are you picking up the poop or not?” the lady cop urged.

“I refuse, respectfully.” He clicked his feet together.

“Alright, what’s your name fancy pants?”

“My name is Killian Brendan Rowe Conor Gordon Philip Jones.”

The woman rolled her eyes, then spotted the envelopes he was holding and grabbed one. With a wicked smile, she said, “Here, Jefferson Hatter.” She handed him a paper and walked away.

Killian turned to Cat as she wiggled her tail, and suddenly darted in the opposite direction. He jerked behind her. The city flashed before him, and they ended up in front of the completed Brooklyn Bridge. Killian was in awe that the structure still stood. The sound of the fire brigade caught Cat’s attention and she followed, with a stunned Killian trailing behind. They end up back in front of the apartment building as Jefferson was on an apparatus to move him to be taken to the hospital. Cat whimpered next to Killian.

“Killian, what are you doing outside? Get back inside. I’ll be back soon.”

“Jefferson, I saw the bridge and -”

“I know you’re excited but you cannot go out again.” Jefferson said as he was put inside the ambulance.

Killian looked at Cat and they went inside.

After leaving Killian, Emma bought the charger and headed to work. Today, they were screening a movie to see how people were going to welcome the film. Her assistant, Mary Margaret, handed out a form for the people to fill out. The movie finished to a disappointing reception. The conclusion after reading the audience's responses was that the character was unlikeable, so they needed to cut a big scene in order for the movie to do well. The director was upset about the change and told them that they were sucking the life out of cinema.

Back at the office, they were now focused on casting for a low-fat margarine commercial. The focus group was not liking the actors that were reading for the part. Yet another dead end. They needed to fill the part soon. “Mary Margaret, we are going to have to do another casting.”

Mary Margaret smiled, “I’m on it. So, I was thinking about what you said.”

Emma looked confusedly at her assistant.

“You said that I should be more proactive and not be caught up in my dreams if I want to be successful. So, in an effort to be more efficient, I was wondering if you wanted me to get some food for your brother’s return. He is set to return tomorrow.” A slight blush on her cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by Emma.

Emma raised an eyebrow because she had a feeling Mary Margaret had a crush on her brother. The only reason she gave her assistant a speech was because Mary Margaret was always giving her lectures about love and hope. Fairy tales aren’t real; at least when it came to Emma’s life they aren’t.

Mary Margaret continued with the list of things that need to be taken care of. “Oh, and Mr. Oz wants to see you.”

“Mary Margaret, you should have started with that! I didn’t know he was back. Is he in his office?”

“I think so. I can call and check,” Mary Margaret said.

Emma met with Mr. Oz and he told her that they should discuss the possibility of her promotion during dinner the next day. Her boss always seemed to come on a little strong for her taste and because she was an adult, she would suck it up. As soon as she reached her office, Mary Margaret grabbed her attention.

“Emma, Mr. Oz is calling an emergency meeting to discuss the Farmer’s Bounty account,” Mary Margaret shared.

“Oh, well that’s not going as well as we had hoped. I really wish I had better news for him.” Emma sighed. “I hope we find someone in the casting call tomorrow.”

The meeting went by quickly and afterward, all Emma could recall about it was the moment she spilled cocoa all over the front of her shirt. She just hoped it was not a bad omen for the next day’s auditions.

Back inside Jefferson’s apartment, Killian busied himself with some scientific books he had found on the shelf. Although the terminologies inside were difficult for him to understand, he was still able to grasp most of the overall concepts. How much humanity had advanced!

And yet, how much was still the same. The modern New Yorkers’ lives seemed to be fraught with just as many challenges and concerns as his own.

Such as Emma. Though she is clearly a woman of talent and accomplishment - her career would attest to that - she moved and spoke with a strain and pace quite unfamiliar to his own world.

Yet the more he thought of her, the more he realised he was quite interested in trying to keep up.

Killian dropped his book, startled, when he heard a loud ringing pierce the apartment.

The ringing repeated several times, and then a shrill beep squawked before he suddenly heard Jefferson’s voice speak.

“Killian? Hey, Killian, this is Jefferson. I am speaking over a machine, okay? I need you to pick up the telephone so we can talk. It’s the...lift the curved white part of the machine okay? The part that disconnects from the rest.”

Fumbling, Killian followed the instructions, nearly dropping the device. But he could hear Jefferson’s voice, now coming from the holes on one end of the machine he held.

Excited and proud of his accomplishment, Killian began talking back. “Jefferson? Is this Bell's talking telegraph? I saw a prototype at last year’s fair. Can you hear me? I saw the bridge! It still exists!”

“Killian, I know you’re excited, but you have to stay inside the apartment. I should be home tonight. They’re taking me to X-Rays,” Jefferson says before howling in pain and the call disconnecting.

“Hello?” Killian asked and was met with silence. “Bloody hell.”

The sound of the TV alerted him; he was no longer alone. Killian stepped slowly to the living area and found a young boy.

“Hello, lad,” Killian said. “May I be of assistance?”

The boy tilted his head. “You are not Jefferson. I usually come and watch TV with him until my dad picks me up. Do you want some Pirate Booty?” The boy offered the treat.

Killian scratched behind his ear and smiled.

Meanwhile, one floor below arriving early from actor camp, David Nolan entered his shared apartment with his sister. A loud voice coming from Jefferson’s place piqued his curiosity and he went to check it out.

“But one day, he lowered the Jolly Roger and set sail in search of another kind of treasure. Not money, not jewels, not gold… but a bride. Despite his being a ruffian of the brine, fearless in his plunder and merciless with the sword, the Pirate King was also lonely.”

The boy was mesmerized.

“My boy, I was fortunate enough to see the premiere last month.”

“Since when is Penzance showing?” David asks.

Killian quirked an eyebrow. “Since when is it acceptable to enter a domicile without an invitation?”

David laughed and took in the old fashioned wardrobe. “Oh, you’re an actor too? I’m David Nolan, I live downstairs.”

Emma was finally home; what a day. She was so tired that she almost missed noticing a duffle bag on the floor. That meant her brother arrived early. “David!” She was about to go to his room when the phone rang. “Hello, Jeff. Wait, you’re in the hospital? Uhm, yeah I know he got out. I made him walk Cat. What film? No, I’m not going to babysit a full-grown man. One, may I add, that you claim is from 1876.” With that, she hung up.

Once she hung up, she heard someone singing. She noticed the open window, which was the preferred way to go to and from Jefferson’s. She went to see what was going on.

The boisterous voices were singing the lyrics of some old ditty. She cleared her throat in an effort to get their attention and when that failed, she whistled.

Killian stopped playing the piano. Roland’s eyes went wide. David smiled wide.

“Hey, sis,” David said as he walked to hug her. “I missed you. Hey, what’s going on with the elevator?”

“I should have known you’d find your way here. You always do,” she said. “Aren’t you early?”

“I am. Some Tai Chi lady wanted to jab her fingers in my-” David managed to stop himself when he remembered the young boy in the room.

Roland smiled. “Hello, Miss Emma. I’m just waiting for my dad.”

“Hi, Roland.” She smiled back. “Your dad is still working the late shift.”

The boy shrugged. “It won't last. Uncle Will is moving here to work with him.”

“Good. I know you like hanging out with Jeff, but too much TV is bad for you.”

Roland giggled and turned to sit down on the couch to continue his television viewing.

Killian was silently staring at her.

“Oh, Emma, I invited Killian over for dinner since Jefferson isn’t here.”

“What about Roland?”

“Robin called and said he was already on his way.”

“Meet me at home,” Emma said as she simply waved to a silent Killian. “We’ll talk about it at home.”

David turned to Killian. “Hey, dinner is in two hours. Bye, Roland.”

Roland waved to David then leaned towards Killian. “I don’t think she likes you.”

As soon as they enter their shared apartment, David started. “Come on Emma, he’s alone.”

“He thinks he is from 1876, he is clearly crazy,” Emma pointed out.

“He is an actor!” David defended Killian.

Emma had started cooking spaghetti while David made the garlic bread.

“Emma, why are you so rude to Killian?”

“David, what are you talking about? I’m perfectly civil to him. I’m just annoyed at Jefferson, and his craziness. It doesn’t matter, I don’t have time. I might be getting a promotion. A really good one, and I’m just frustrated. This could be really good for us.”

“Oh, that’s great Emma!” David said.

Before he could say anything else, the phone started ringing. “David, can you get that?” Emma asked.

“Ems, just let the machine answer it,” David said as he put the bread in the oven.

Jefferson’s voice was frantic. “Emma, I know you don’t believe me, but just develop the film on my desk. It’s right next to the phone. If Killian doesn’t go back, the elevators will be just the beginning.” The call disconnected.

David whistled. “Jeff is still at it then.”

“David, set up the table since it was your idea to invite Jeff’s friend over.”

“Okay,” David said amiably.

Soon, supper was on the table, and just as they were about to sit, there was a knock on the door.

Emma opened it to see Killian standing there, holding flowers. “Hello. Thank you again for the invitation. I hope I am not late; the flower proprietor refused my coins and insisted they were too old and must be fake. Fake, indeed! Yet he takes the absurd little blue card with Jefferson’s name as real payment?”

Emma lifted a brow as she received the flowers. “Yeah, fancy that. Well, thanks and all, but you didn't have to go to the trouble. Come in, we just finished cooking.”

“Hey, hi Killian!” David called cheerfully.

Digging in a cabinet, Emma found a vase and filled it with water before placing the flowers in it. They did look nice, she begrudgingly admitted to herself. Whoever the weird guy was, he had taste.

They all sat down and, after passing the food around and loading their plates, Killian spoke up.

“You know, before young Roland arrived, I was examining some of Jefferson’s books and research. It is quite impressive! Did either of you ever read it yourself?”

Twirling some spaghetti on her fork, Emma hid a grimace. “Unfortunately.” She wasn’t going to pretend Jefferson wasn’t a brilliant man. But some of his theories were so ludicrous, she couldn’t understand how someone so smart could re-read some of his own work and not realize how impossible it was.

Killian either didn’t hear or chose to ignore her quip. “Specifically, I am referring to the time portals.”

Oh, boy. Here we go, Emma thought.

“The portals work rather like an eclipse, you see. They only occur at specific intervals; in the case of the one I travelled through, once every twenty years.”

As Killian was talking, Emma could see David nodding and grinning excitedly.

It irritated her so much that she gave David a warning glare before he could ask any follow-up questions.

Setting down his silverware beside his now empty plate, Killian lifted his chin and glanced toward the oven. “Well. That was delicious. I am quite ready for the next course.”

The thin cord by which she’d been reining in her temper finally snapped. “There is no next course,” she hissed.

Clearly puzzled, Killian tilted his head. “But I do not understand. Where I come from, a meal is a result of reflection and study. Menus are prepared in advance and timed to perfection. And without the culinary arts, the crudeness of reality would be unbearable.”

YOU are unbearable! she wanted to scream, though she didn’t know at that moment if she was angry with him, or at Jefferson for bringing him to the apartment, or at David for inviting him to dinner. Or at her own lingering fears at what tomorrow and her job would hold.

“You know what?” Emma asked through her teeth. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

“I’m sorry, Killian. Emma had a little too much wine,” David apologized.

“It’s alright. Thank you for the lovely meal. Goodnight,” Killian said with a small smile.

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5 Ways That Bi Erasure Hurts More Than Just Bisexual People

December 2, 2014 by Milo Todd

This year, Bisexual Awareness Day/Celebrate Bisexuality Day was on September 23rd.

That same day, the National LGBTQ Task Force thought it’d be a good idea to post an article entitled “Bye Bye Bi, Hello Queer,” in which leadership programs director Evangeline Weiss said “she is ready ‘to say bye bye to the word bisexuality.’

She said it does not describe her sexual orientation, and she encouraged readers to cease using the word as well as she felt it reinforced a binary concept of gender.

Let me drive that home a little more. The National LGBTQ Task Force not only thought it would be a good idea to publish an article insulting, misrepresenting, and forsaking the bisexual letter in their own name, but did so on Celebrate Bisexuality Day.

Rude.

And a fantastic example of the constant, ongoing erasure bisexual people have to deal with. This one just happened to be incredibly blatant.

What happened as a result of that article? People got pissed.

People got so pissed that the Task Force not only removed the article from their website, but posted in its place this non-apology (it keeps being referred to as an apology, but I’m not so easily pleased): “Having listened to a wide array of feedback on the timing and content, we recognize that this blog offended people. For this we sincerely apologize. It has been removed.”

In other words, “Sorry you got pissed off. Hopefully you’ll shut up if we take it down.” Which, as far as I can tell, isn’t much of an apology for a blatant disregard of an entire community of people.

Misunderstanding of the bisexual community has been the crux of biphobia’s history and the ongoing battle to erase bisexuality from the LGBTQIA+ community.

It’s a scary time to be bi, especially when your lesbian, gay, pansexual, and queer siblings and allies are calling for your blood simply because they’ve fallen victim to the mainstream agenda without realizing it. (Say what?! Jump to #5.)

It’s time for a change.

It’s time for all of us to properly understand one another and to — hope of hopes — become allies for our incredibly similar endeavors. To help initiate that friendship, I ask you, dear reader, to go through the following three steps.

Step 1: Look below. If I’ve played my cards right, virtually every reader should find at least one category with which they identify.

Step 2: Approach your designated section(s) with an open mind, an unprejudiced heart, and a desire to further enhance your own community/ies. It’s difficult for people to learn new things and see different views if they automatically approach them with resistance, which is often the case with bisexual topics.

Step 3: See how bi erasure hurts you as a person and, while you’re at it, likely hurts the people you care about. Because it really is happening.

So here are five ways in which bi erasure is hurting people of layered identities.

1. Female-Identified People and Feminists

Bisexuality is one of the only non-monosexual* identities currently recognized in the English-speaking world. If bisexuality is kept underground, it suppresses our limited, precious resources for open discussion about non-monosexuality. This hurts female-identified people and feminists regardless of their sexual orientation.

To this day, female-identified people can’t get a fair shake. Pay is unequal, birth control access is limited, and objectification is a daily thing. Non-monosexual women in particular are often not taken seriously because they’re seen as sluts, greedy, or unable to make up their minds.

Also, the general fetishizing of women is particularly intensified in the bisexual realm by (straight-identified) men, turning the very act of women’s sexual freedom, empowerment, and self-expression into nothing more than something for male gazes. (This is most often seen through the relentless prompts for female-female-male threesomes and masculine catcalls in bars when two femme-appearing women make out.)

By participating in or casually allowing bi erasure to happen, we’re ignoring the specific plights and abuses of bisexual women, thereby contributing to the ongoing problem of female inequality, objectification, and silence.

As feminists, we can’t pick and choose which women to fight for. The complexities of womanhood — and all of its cultural suppressions — are an all-or-none deal.

*Note: Non-monosexuality usually refers to someone who is interested in more than one sex or gender. (In other words, somebody who isn’t gay, lesbian, or straight.) Another way to say “non-monosexuality” would be “polysexuality” to help keep it from sounding negative.

2. Male-Identified People and Male Liberationists*

Just like with female-identified people and feminists, bi erasure hurts male-identified people and male liberationists regardless of their sexual orientation.

Allow me to make this pretty basic: Men continue to be fed the message that being gay is bad. Being gay means you’re not really a man, which means you lose your dude membership and the bulk of your male privilege. And since gayness equals the slightest shred of attraction to or intimacy with another male, all manners of bromance must be squashed.

In short, many guys live in a state of silent terror in this regard.

Bi men are afraid of being banished from the world of lady-loving, gay men are worried about losing all of their connections to hetero land, and nothing is worse for a straight man than being called a fag.

Constant monitoring, constant filtering, constant stress: Is this really the kind of world we guys want to keep living in?

By being able to talk about bisexuality — remember: one of our only non-monosexual identities — male-identified people can begin to break free from the masculine ideal.

Bi talk helps bridge the gap between being a man (straight) and not being a man (gay) and realizing, hey, having some manner of attraction to or intimate interaction with another guy is totally okay, masculinity unscathed.

Gay men can begin to regain their identities as men, bi men can finally start coming out, and “fag” will lose its strength as an insult from one straight man to another.

*Note: Male liberationists are more or less seen as allies to feminists and vice versa. Both will argue that patriarchy is bad, but while feminists talk of how it’s bad for females, male liberationists talk of how it’s bad for males. Examples include the inability to romantically or sexually love another male, the emasculation of men of color, and the physical, verbal, and mental abuse that comes from society’s expectations to be stereotypically masculine.

3. People Who Identify as Trans Sexual, Trans Gender, Genderfluid, Genderqueer, or Gender Non-Conforming

This one’s pretty easy. Some people on the trans spectrum identify as bisexual. But then they’re told they can’t or that it’s an insult to their trans siblings because bisexuality is believed to be trans-exclusive.

The problem with bi erasure is it adds to the ongoing problem of cis people — LGQ or not — telling trans people what to think. Cis people have a bad habit of thinking they need to speak for people on the trans spectrum even when trans people are quite capable of speaking for themselves. This is even more frustrating when it comes from a community supposedly meant to support them.

Despite the personhood for which they’re continuing to fight, trans people can receive backlash from the lesbian, gay, and queer communities as their identities and bodies are turned into political battlegrounds.

Sometimes, they’re used without consent by some cis individuals so that points can be made for non-trans-specific agendas, and sometimes they’re ironically used in the attempts for cis identities to help better the trans worlds.

For instance, automatically dismissing bisexuality as trans-exclusive and guilting any person on the trans spectrum that wants to identity as bisexual, if I may make so fine a point.

As blogger Aud Traher writes, “If you want to support trans people like me, don’t erase me or speak over me or cause me harm out of self-righteous biphobia. Look into yourself and deal with that internalized biphobia and then help others get over theirs. Don’t advocate for the destruction of a community in the name of ‘saving’ it. And, especially, don’t do it in my name.”

4. People Who Identify as Gay, Lesbian, or — Yes — Straight

Quite simply, it makes gays and lesbians (and straight people) look bad, too.

Bisexual people get a bad rap for apparently upholding the gender binary by saying they love only (cis) men or (cis) women, but isn’t that pretty much exactly what gays, lesbians, and straight people are saying when they identify as gay, lesbian, or straight? That they’ll only love either (cis) men or (cis) women?

But where’s their rampant backlash from the rest of the community for upholding the gender binary? I’m just sayin’.

Even when these groups extend their definitions to include trans people and people on the gender non-conforming spectrum, it’s often still as long as those trans people exhibit some manner of gender representation that falls into the lover’s category of desire.

Now, I’m honestly not trying to rag on gays, lesbians, or even straight people. They have as much right to identify how they want as anybody else. And there’s nothing wrong with feeling primarily attracted to only, say, cis or trans men if your brain simply tells you that you only like guys. That’s fine. Go ahead and do that. I’m not saying you can’t.

What I am saying is you can’t be spewing bi hate or letting bi erasure slide because 1) it’s incredibly one-sided and unfair, and 2) in the end, it’s making you look bad, too.

What do you think will happen if bi erasure is a success? You’ll be next, dears.

*cue Jaws theme*

5. People Who Identify as Queer, Pansexual, or Another Fellow Non-Monosexual

In late October, Lizzy the Lezzy — who I quite enjoy, by the way — shared a photo on her Facebook timeline explaining sexuality in terms of guests at a BBQ.

This would be all well and good if it didn’t include a glaring misconception about bisexual people, especially when compared to pansexuals. While bisexual people were defined as getting both hot dogs and hamburgers, pansexuals were defined as getting hot dogs, hamburgers, “and a salad.” Oops. What year is this again?

I’m going to make something very plain to you, dear reader: Bisexual people don’t just love (cis) men or (cis) women. That’s not how the ballpark definition goes. The “bi” in “bisexual” does not indicate a binary. Well, okay, it does indicate a binary, but probably not the one you think.

Instead of “bi” meaning a love for only cis men or cis women or otherwise putting men and women at two opposite ends of a spectrum, “bi” means a love for identities bisexual people identify with themselves and identities that they don’t.

Or, as the popular Robyn Ochs definition goes: “I call myself bisexual because I acknowledge that I have in myself the potential to be attracted – romantically and/or sexually – to people of more than one sex and/or gender, not necessarily at the same time, not necessarily in the same way, and not necessarily to the same degree.”

Look at that very closely. That’s still a binary. That’s still “bi.” And there isn’t a thing wrong with it, no exclusion to be seen.

When compared with the general concepts of pansexuals and queers, our orientations suddenly sound pretty darn similar: We love everyone.

Bisexual people get a bad rap for apparently being transphobic. While we’ve already seen a little bit in #3 as to why we aren’t, I want to further drive the point home here. A large portion of the transphobic accusations toward us come from the queer and pansexual communities, which in turn seem to derive from some serious misinformation and misdirection by the mainstream.

For the record, queers and pansexuals are cool. I like them. But the fact of the matter is that the misconception of the “bi” in “bisexual” as meaning an attraction to only (cis) men or (cis) women — and therefore upholding the gender binary — was created and imposed upon bisexual people by the mainstream. You know, the people that want the gender binary to stick around.

And some queers and pansexuals ate the propaganda they were fed? That’s terrifying. It starts to show just how large and sneaky the mainstream’s gender binary monster truly is.

By defining and erasing bisexuality on the grounds that it upholds the gender binary, pansexuals and queers are not only reinforcing the binary they so sorely wish to dismantle, but they are losing important focus on where the problem actually resides: the mainstream’s insistence to force the gender binary on non-mainstream groups such as bisexual people.

Further, holding bisexual people responsible for the abuse they’ve suffered is simply wrong. All that’s doing is blaming the victim. But, by recognizing and respecting bisexual people as they truly are, bisexual people can not only help dismantle the gender binary and put a new definition on the concept of the spectrum, but finally be allowed to team up with pansexuals and queers to crush mainstream abuse on non-mainstream identities.

Doesn’t that sound nice? I think it sounds nice.

TL;DR

Dear non-bisexual identities, please stop shooting yourselves in the foot and then wondering why you’re missing toes.

We’re here for the same reasons you are: for the right to love whoever we want and for the right for others to do the same.

So let’s finally be friends. We’re never going to get anything done if we keep spending our time putting each other down.

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The Cat’s Meow - Jumin Han x Fem!Reader Pt 14

Okay okay, I am SO sorry for the soap opera last chapter, but it was either that or write a messy divorce and I wasn’t feeling that. But the drama’s not over yet.

Part 14: Are You Afraid of Me

The following weeks after the wedding disaster, I can’t even leave my house. There are news reporters and paparazzi literally camping outside my yard. There’s also body guards from C&R stationed around my home, which is probably the only thing from keeping the cameras out of my window. That doesn’t stop the random few who attempt to approach under the guise of delivery people. At one point, Sarah Choi and her sister pound on my door demanding my head, or something like that. It’s not like I answered the door for them. My face is all over the news and people are calling me all sorts of terrible names. Even death threats came through, which I assume is another reason the guards are here.

For a while, only Zen is allowed into my home, based solely on the fact that he has a key. He’s the only reason I haven’t starved yet. I know he’s never liked my home due to Mako, but he puts up with it and I really appreciate it. After those initial weeks, when people begin to give up on interviews, Luciel, Yoosung, and Jaehee reenter my life. Yoosung keeps me updated on the clinic; thankfully, they’re managing to get through my absence. Eventually, I become yesterday’s news and Jaehee tells me she has to take the guards away, for which I thank her. I venture out and return to work, but for a while, work and home are the only places I go. Occasionally, someone will come in under the guise of a client but really just wants to interview me. Yoosung definitely gets his practice in on those days, dealing with the client and most of the work on the animal. It takes a lot for Corine not to cuss people out when they use their animal to try to get to me though.

I’m reading over random news feed online when I hear my phone buzz noiselessly. It’s been two solid months since I last had a call from Jumin, and three total since the wedding incident. Fresh wounds in my heart tear open at the sight of his smiling face on the screen. Reaching over lifelessly, I press the reject button.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the front door. Zen’s supposed to be stopping by today. I sigh and go to answer the door. I instantly regret doing so when I come face to face with not Zen. Without a word, he takes my wrist and pulls me out the door. It slams behind me but he pulls me down the steps and to a waiting car.

“Let go of me! Jumin! Let go!” I scream, struggling uselessly against his grip. My heart is pounding in my ears and thoughts of Dark Jumin are racing through my head. “Jumin! Let go!”

Uncharacteristically rough, Jumin opens the car door and shoves me inside before sliding in after me. I reach for the opposite door, only to find it child locked, meaning I’m trapped in here.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! This is kidnapping! Let me out!” I can’t even roll down the windows. Glaring out the window, Jumin won’t answer me. Tears build up in my eyes and I start to seriously panic inside. “Take me home right now! Jumin Han, you won’t get away with this!” The closer we get to his house, the more my words turn to begging. “Please. Let me go. I wanna go home.”

Without a change of expression, Jumin pulls me up to his pent house. I stand in the middle of the room, trembling, with a soaking face.

“Why are you doing this? Please. I want to go home,” I cry.

Finally, Jumin’s stern expression breaks. “I need you to stay here.” When I sniffle, he pulls the handkerchief from his pocket and gently dabs at my face. I’m honestly afraid to resist. “Please don’t cry, my love.” My heart stammers and his words have created more tears. There’s a genuine fear in my heart that I may have just been kidnapped.

“_____, listen to me. Elizabeth the 3rd went missing.” I peek up at him but it doesn’t really slow my crying. “There are people trying to destroy and hurt members of the RFA. I have reason to believe they kidnapped my cat and I fear that you’ll be next. You have to stay here, where I can see you, where you’re safe.”

“No! I don’t want to be here! I’ll go somewhere else! I-I’ll go to Luciel’s! Please don’t make me stay here!”

There’s pain across his face. “I’m trying to keep you safe, ______. Why can’t you understand that?”

“I understand but I don’t want to be here! Aren’t you listening to me?!”

“What did I do to make you hate me?” The words are like a slap in the face. His face holds a mix of anger and hurt. “I’m trying to protect you. The least you could do is say thank you!” I fear the anger that rises in him and shrink beneath him. His eyes drop to my arm. “I’m sorry. I must’ve handled you too roughly.” I notice the large bruise forming and pull my arm closer to my chest in a weak attempt to conceal it from him. Ignoring me, he gestures to his home. “Make yourself at home. Use anything you need or rearrange it if you prefer. If there’s anything you need, please tell the chief of security. I’ve told him to provide anything you request.” He pauses, taking me in. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Please, just stay here.”

Without another word, he simply walks back out the door he brought me in. I run after him but the door is locked. My knees give way.

After some time, I gather myself and call Luciel.

“Hello?”

I sniffle “Luciel, listen to me. I need you to go to my house and get Mako.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. It’s Jumin. I’m trapped in his house.”

“What?! Wh-Oh no…It’s Elizabeth isn’t it?”

“He said something about someone might have kidnapped her but he came to my house and forced me into his car and now I’m stuck in his house.” I resist the crying again. “I-I need you to take care of Mako for a while for me, please.”

“Okay. Just leave your fluffy friend to me. He’ll love me almost as much as he does you when you come get him.”

“Thanks Luciel.”

There’s a moment’s pause. “Listen, _____. There’s a very real possibility that Elly was kidnapped by some people trying to get at the RFA. And because you’re friends with all of us and you were so important to Jumin, there’s a high chance they’d come after you too. I know you probably don’t want to hear it, but Jumin’s home is probably the safest place you could be right now.”

“But I…I don’t want to be around him right now,” I mumble.

“I know. But you’re safe there. You know he’ll do everything in his power to keep you safe,” he tries to reason. “We’re doing everything we can to fix this, so please just be patient. We’ll get you out of there as soon as we can.”

I have no choice but to relent. Jumin’s been irrational throughout our entire relationship, but Luciel hasn’t given me any reason to doubt him.

“Okay,” I sigh.

“Don’t worry, _____. Everything will be okay.” He turns on his silly demeanor. “God Seven is on the job!”

I sniffle but feel calmer having talked to someone else. “Alright.”

After bidding Luciel goodbye, I spend the time without Jumin going over every inch of his home that I haven’t explored before; even if Luciel says this is for my own good, I’m not about to let Jumin get another one over on me. I want a backup plan in case things go downhill. Alas, being very high off the ground with guards at the only door does not make finding escape routes easy. However, as I pass through the kitchen for the third time, I notice the knife holder full of shiny silver blades on the counter.

No! Stop it. It will not come to that.

And then the kidnapper returns come sunset. “I’m back. I hope you’ve been finding everything to your liking.” From my spot on the sofa, I simply glare at him. “What would you like for dinner?” No response. “You’re making being a good host very difficult,” he huffs, wandering into his bedroom.

He makes another attempt to share dinner with me but I ignore it and he eats alone. I can tell it bothers him but there seems to be less anger and more of a wounded expression. I’m sure my stubbornness is only one on a list of several problems he has right now. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about his cat. That still doesn’t give him the right to treat me the way he did.

Jumin sits on the other end of the couch with a heavy sigh; I scoot as far as I can to the other end. His silver eyes slight. “Would you stop acting like a victim,” he growls.

Purely insulted at his lack of a grasp on the situation, I snap back, “And how is someone who’s been kidnapped supposed to act?!”

His fists tighten. “What was I supposed to do? Let them come for you?! At least I’m trying to keep you safe! For all I know, my cat is dead!”

“This wouldn’t be a problem if you just moved on!”

“That’s rich coming from the woman who confessed she loved me after ruining my wedding!”

“You ruined your own damn wedding! I was in support of your marriage, you ass!”

“If you were in support of me marrying another woman, you shouldn’t have come!”

“You personally wrote the invitation asking me to come!”

“BECAUSE I STILL LOVED YOU!”

Off the sofa, I round the furniture to put some distance between us. Jumin gets to his feet, clearly seething.

“Why are you even doing this?! You confessed! Why are you still fighting when I know you love me?!”

“I already told you; it won’t work! So just leave me alone!”

I start for the hallway when he catches my arm. Immediately, all my defiance vanishes when I’m faced with a man who, not only has me locked in his home, but is clearly larger and stronger than I am.

“No! For once you’re going to give me some straight answers!” the man snarls, looming over me. “Why do you have to be so frustrating when all I’ve ever wanted to do is take care of you?!” Words caught in my throat, I fumble in trying to pry his hand off me.

Jumin has grabbed me before, on multiple occasions. As it’s always when he’s upset, it’s firm, but never painful. I’ve always known he never intended to harm me but this is entirely different. His grip is digging into my muscles and this is the first time he’s ever shaken me, sending my fear sky rocketing.

“Answer me!”

Fueled by terror, I lash out at him, my free hand making contact across his face. I scramble towards the kitchen the instant I’m free. Reaching across the counter, I grab a knife from the holder and point it at him. Immediately, Jumin takes a step back, a nice red mark forming on his cheek.

“_____, put the knife down,” he says cautiously.

“What’s wrong, Jumin?!” I snap, inching towards him. “I thought you were upset with me! I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ANSWERS!”

Holding hands up, the heir eases back with each of my steps towards him. “We’re both rational adults. Put the knife down and we can talk about this.”

“There’s nothing rational about you when you’re angry!”

“I’m not currently the one holding a knife,” he retorts. That short stint of bravery goes out the window when the one actually holding the knife continues to get closer. “Put it down, _____.”

“NO! You think you get to put your hands on me whenever you want?! Grab me?! Shake me?! Pull me around?! Then you better be fuckin’ prepared for a fight!”

“I don’t want-”

“SHUT UP! IT’S MY TURN!” He flinches as I scream at him. “That first night we had drinks, you did the same thing! You kept me trapped here all night against my will! And since then, any time you get upset, you push me around and bully people AND I’M GETTING SICK OF IT!”

Jumin’s back hits a wall and he freezes. His entire body presses against the wall as much as possible and all the color drains from his face.

“YOU DO NOT CONTROL MY LIFE! YOU DO NOT PUSH ME AROUND! AND YOU SURE AS HELL DO NOT PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!” My fist clenches around the front of his shirt and I raise the knife above my head. “ARE YOU AFRAID OF ME YET?!”

Eyes locked onto the knife and trembling, Jumin doesn’t say a word. I study him, full of anger and pain and even if I’m ashamed of myself for this, I know I’ve got my point across. The tears break through and the knife clatters to the floor.

“Because that’s how I feel every time you’re angry…” I mutter, letting go of him.

“Wh-What?” he stammers.

My knees give way. Head hanging forward, I’m so sick of crying lately. In shocked silence, Jumin slides to the floor. Not a word passes between us for some time and I wonder when he’ll regain the courage to have me thrown out.

“Do you…really feel so terrified around me?”

Rubbing at a bleary eye, I peek up at him. He’s wearing a look of pain and that sorrow from earlier makes a reappearance.

“When you get mad,” I mutter. His face falls into his hands and he shudders. “I love you, Jumin. But I’m afraid. Sometimes I’m afraid I’m going to ruin your life. And sometimes I’m afraid of you.”

I’ve done a lot of crying over the last few months and, as a vet, I’ve seen a lot of people cry. But the last thing I ever thought I’d see is Jumin cry. I hate it. I wanted him to break and understand just exactly how I felt, but I hate this. There were other things I could have done…Zen was right.

Crawling forward, I slip my hands around his face, making him look at me. “Before we can do anything or make any decisions, I need you to understand how I feel.”

He barely manages a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

Pushing my way onto his lap, I hold him against me and spill everything. The worries, the fears, weaknesses, reasoning; all of it comes out as I try desperately to explain why I’ve been afraid of acknowledging his feelings. He fully believed that I never cared about his status, but in reality, it was a key factor in me keeping my distance.

“And I knew I should’ve stopped talking to you, stopped encouraging you, but I’m so weak for you,” I say, my fingers making another pass through his hair. “And now we’re in this mess where I can’t even get out of bed without tearing my own heart out and we’re in the news for scandals and the person I care about most is a complete mess and…And I’m so sorry.” I let my forehead fall against the top of his head, trying to keep together.

Jumin leans back, eyes flickering over my barely composed face. To my surprise, he starts to chuckle. His warm thumb brushes across my cheek. “We’re a shipwreck, aren’t we.”

“It’s train wreck, Jumin,” I giggle, returning the gesture. “And yes, we definitely are.”

He heaves a sigh. “I never want you to be afraid of me. I’ll…I guess I could look into anger management? I don’t really know what to do about this but I know I want to fix it.”

I brush his hair back. “I don’t know if it’s anger management so much as you need to trust that I can take care of myself. Just because I have a bruise doesn’t mean I’m a damsel in distress. Sometimes it just means I’m clumsy.” I nuzzle my nose against his. “Otherwise, I’m pretty sure I can scare off most guys on my own.”

I hear the skittering and glance to see him push the knife away. “Yeah, I kind of learned that one.” We both fall to laughter. “I’ll work on it. I promise, I’ll try.”

“Thank you.”

“Now it’s your turn.” My brows pop. “You ignored both our feelings in an attempt to protect my career?”

My shoulders droop. “Jumin, I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel to survive while you fly out to Paris just to avoid going to dinner with your dad. I have student loans I may never be able to pay off and you buy entire islands for the RFA to go vacation on…You’d be the laughing stock of the upper class for going out with me. Besides, I heard your father; I know he doesn’t approve of me.”

“I’m a grown man who had a cat-themed birthday party. As long as it’s for you, I don’t care what anybody else thinks. As for my father, as a womanizer, I don’t think he gets any say in whatever relationship I choose. Even if he could do anything to hold it over my head, I’d give up everything for you.” I press a fist against my mouth. “I would give up my company, my money, my life as the C&R heir to be with you. I’d grab a suitcase of clothes and move in with you right now if you want. A life with you is far more valuable than any of that.”

I shake my head. “Jumin, you could have the pick of all the women in the world. Your assistant is beautiful, the last woman you had a crush on was like a goddess, even the snooty woman you were engaged to was pretty. So why would you pick me? They’ve got the credentials and the looks; so why would you pick me over them?”

A hand slips into my hair, pressing my forehead to his. “First of all, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and nothing can convince me otherwise: not Serah Choi, not Assistant Kang, and not Rika, no one. And second, I’m new to this whole loving another person thing, but even I know looks and financial stability aren’t everything in a relationship.”

“Is this where you get all cheesy and tell me how great I am?” I grumble, leaning back.

“Hmhm. Well it was supposed to be. But I suppose we’d be here all night listing all the things I love about you. Let’s just say I love everything about you, except maybe how idiotically selfless you can be.” Hands against my face, he kneads my cheeks in an attempt to tease me. “Guess I’ll have to punish you by spoiling you nonstop.”

“Don’t you dare!” I hiss.

The smirk slowly fades. “I’d do anything for you, _____. Please don’t leave me again.”

My fists clench at the fabric on his shoulders. Since I met this man, I’ve wanted nothing more than to be with him, but I’ve spent equally as long trying to protect him from the consequences of that relationship. Now he’s swept them all off the table, begging me to stay.

“Okay.”

Instantly, he’s got me in a crushing hug. “Thank god.”

Giving in to everything I’ve dreamt of, I pull away so I can get at his lips. The fire ignites in my chest and I know I’ll never get enough. But Jumin quickly takes the reigns and slows my desperate attempt to make up for lost time. Each kiss is almost-torturously slow; he does so purposefully, trying to convey just what this means to him, showing me that he means every word he said earlier. The pace also gives me a chance to memorize the feel of his lips against mine; smooth with a slight chill, tempting me to taste. Within moments, every worry, fear, and even the desperation at the start of this make out is quelled to safe, fully-content, blissful love.

Breaking this kiss, Jumin looks to me, pure joy in his eyes. “I love you.”

I don’t know if I could ever be happier. “I love you too.”

“Are you crying again?”

“Shut up.”

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Tale As Old As Time (2/?)

Years ago, an unlucky prince fell victim to fate and was cursed to spend forever as a beast. He hid away in fear of what he'd become. In a nearby town, a young man struggles to care for his ailing father. In the ultimate sacrifice, he agrees to live with beastly prince. Can our anxious beauty melt this beast's heart? AKA Thvi beauty and the beast au.

Ships: Thvi, Logicality, Demus, Romile

Chapter Summary: When we last left the boys Virgil had agreed to live with Thomad in order to heal his father. Now he will get to meet his new roommates and we see Thomas' reaction to all of this.

A/N: This took forever for chapter 2 but I'm happy with how it came out. We were originally going to have the kusoc incorporated but that proved beyond our talents. And remember prompts are open!Remember R&R and enjoy!

Love, @girl-with-cat-eyes & @forever-forgotten-angel

Thomas tried not to stare as he led Virgil into his home, well it was theirs now. He couldn't believe that he'd agreed to live with him until the flos insidias magicae fabrica bloomed again. That a beautiful man such as this would willingly choose to live with a beast like him.

He shook those thoughts away, swallowing before turning towards the other. "I can show you to your room and then I could introduce you to the others if you'd like."

"Others?"

He chuckled. "Yes. Did you think I lived here all by myself?"

Virgil shrugged. "Truthfully I thought this place was abandoned until I saw you. That's why I didn't just knock on the front door."

Thomas led him through the hallways, a room already picked for him. "I prefer it if people think the castle is abandoned. Keeps away unwanted visitors."

Truthfully it kept everyone away, as sad as that was. But it for the best. Sure Thomas hated being alone like this, but he'd hate it even more if people came just to stare at him. Or even worse formed a mob. It was the only possible outcome surely; he was a monster.

Finally they were at the doorway Thomas had in mind. "Here's your room." He turned towards the other. "I'll let you get settled in, and I can introduce you to everyone later. And maybe we could have a late dinner? If you want to of course. Or I could have dinner sent up here for you. " He probably would want to dine alone. God knows why anyone would want to eat dinner with a beast like him, let alone this beautiful, kind man.

Surprisingly, Virgil nodded eagerly at the mention of dinner. "Yes. I'd love to have dinner with you. And to meet everyone of course. Are they your family or friends or...?"

"Technically they work for me. But they're like my family. Or friends at the very least." He smiled at the thought of his friends. He didn't know what he would do without them. He'd had to stop talking to everyone after he was cursed. Of course, Thomas felt guilty that they had been cursed for his mistake. They didn't deserve to spend their lives the way that they now did because he'd accidentally insulted that enchantress.

He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts. They didn't deserve it but it was too late now. "Right. Well I will let them know that you are living with us now and to start preparing a late dinner. I'll be back in a bit to show you to the dining room. This place can be confusing if you don't know the lay out."

He nodded up at Thomas. "Alright. I'll um.. unpack my things." That's when Thomas saw the small grocery bag of clothes and toiletries that Virgil held. It wasn't much. Clearly he hadn't intended on being gone long. He made a mental note to get him some new clothes.

He watched his new houseguest enter his room, giving a soft wave as he shut the door. Thomas sighed. He was adorable! He had a handsome, adorable roommate for the next 6 months at least.

Giving himself one more moment to compose himself, Thomas made his way down to the kitchens to tell everyone of their new roommate.

Thankfully, Logan was still awake when he got there, the clock holding his family close. "Well?" He asked.

Thomas clicked on the lights, hearing soft groans. "Everyone." He said. "I have news."

Virgil looked at his new room. It was bigger than his one at home, and far nicer too. Up front near the door was a small couch with a chair and a coffee table in front of a fireplace. Clearly meant for visitors. Then in the back was the more 'bedroom' area. There was a simple vanity sitting across from a wardrobe. And sitting along the back wall was a four poster bed with a canopy and a footrest in front of that. Yes the room was nicer than anything Virgil had ever stayed in before.

He sat his bag down on the footrest before laying down on the bed with a sigh. Getting a thought, the man pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his father telling him he loved him and to remember to take his medicine.

He already missed his father so much. Virgil had never been away from Dee for long periods of time and 6 months felt like an eternity. But he reminded himself that this was all worth it. Virgil would get the flower and get it back to him. And possibly get to flirt with that cute beast in the process.

Thomas seemed nice enough: he'd not only offered to let Virgil have the flower for free come spring, but he was letting him stay here free of charge until it bloomed. Not to mention he looked like a cuddly teddy bear.

Virgil was shaken from his thoughts by a knock on the door. He rolled off the bed, going to answer the door. Thomas stood on the other side with a sheepish grin. "I told everyone. And they all want to meet you… And afterwards we could have dinner?"

Virgil nodded. "Ok." He followed the taller man…beast..whatever. He followed the other out and downstairs. "You said they worked for you?"

"Yes. And they're.. Well they're like me. I figured I should warn you now so you aren't shocked." He nodded at that. Alright he was living with multiple beasts it for the time being.

Thomas lead him into what seemed to be a kitchen, giving him a nervous smile as they entered. To Virgil's shock, the room was empty, only a few household items sitting around. "Where is everyone?"

"We're right here, kiddo!"

Virgil jumped and looked down. There was a teapot looking at him. And the teapot could speak. Oh boy. Suddenly a clock moved to beside the teapot and spoke. "Patton, dearheart, please be careful. You could have shattered getting off of the trolley!"

The teapot turned towards the clock with a sweet smile. "Oh sweetie pie, I am being careful. But you can't expect me to stay on the trolley my entire life." They were both talking. The furniture could talk. These were the people Thomas had been referring to.

Virgil swallowed. "You can all talk."

A candelabra moved forward, grinning and bowing. "Of course we can talk!" Virgil starred as the talking candelabra tucked one of it's candles under its base in what he could only assume was a rather dramatic bow. "I am Roman, at your service. The brightest star of this household and master of romanc-"

"And I am Remus. King of Trash and far superior to my flames for brains brother up there." Virgil looked down to see a fancy trash can give him a somewhat salacious wink. Strangely this was not the oddest thing to happen to him tonight.

"Well.. This was unexpected but it's nice to meet both of you." He was going to ask for the names of the others when a little chipped teacup bounces into view. The clock scrambled forward to steady the cup.

"Hi! I'm Chip. Uncle Thomas says you live here with us now. Are you going to be my new uncle?" He gave a big grin. Virgil felt a smile grow on his own face at how adorable this little guy was.

The clock moved closer. "Charles it's not po-"

"Absolutely. I'm your uncle Virgil now." He locked over to the clock and teapot. "I didn't catch your names. I'm Virgil. And you are?" He prompted.

The teapot spoke first. "Well, kiddo, I'm Patton but most folks call me Pat or Dad." He smiled up at Virgil. He found himself returning the gesture and meaning it.

The clock besides Patton sighed. "The only person who calls you 'Dad' is Charles. Which makes sense since he is our son." Patton shrugged and the clock turned to face Virgil. "I am Logan. Patton's husband and Charles' father."

Virgil was about to speak when he heard some clanging come from the entrance. Before he could ask what was making that sound a feather duster appeared in the doorway, followed by an armoire. “We’re here.” The feather duster exclaimed. “Oh! Is this him? Hello. I’m Emile! Gosh, what you did for your father is truly brave.”

The wardrobe rolled its eyes. “Gurl stop. You’re overwhelming him.” He gave a smirk. “I’m Remy. The most fashionable bitch around here.”

Virgil gave a short nod, trying to come to terms with everything. He would be living with a beast and living furniture until the flower bloomed. Ok. He’d dealt with weirder. And this couldn’t be too bad; they all seemed nice enough considering that he had broken in. Besides they could all be awful and he still wouldn’t leave until spring. He would put up with anything to cure his father. He ran a hand through his hair before speaking. “Right.” He sighed. “Well, I’m Virgil, um he/him pronouns.I’m going to be staying here for a while, until I can cure my father. But I’m sure you were already knew that. It’s nice to meet all of you. I hope you won’t mind my staying here.”

They all smiled at him and Virgil felt relieved that they didn’t seem too mad at his intrusion. This could certainly work. Come spring, he’d have the cure for his father and maybe some acquaintances. Or maybe even friends? He felt warm and happy just thinking about it. “Well, have you eaten yet? We could make some dinner for you if you’d like. And maybe you could tell us about yourself.” Said Patton.

Virgil nodded. “That sounds great.” He looked at Thomas. “You said you wanted to give me tour?” He nodded and offered out his hand. Virgil took it with a soft smile. It was so soft.

“Yes. I’ll show you around while dinner is cooking.” He returned Virgil’s smile. “Shall we?”

Thomas tried to focus on showing Virgil the rooms, but it was hard when his reactions were so adorable. He couldn’t help but watch the awe on the other man’s face as he lead him through the castle. His face lit up as they moved through the rooms, eyes widening at the size of his new home.

“It’s not much.” He explained. “But it’s my home.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at him, clearly disagreeing. “Not much? This place is easily as big as my home village!”

Thomas shrugged. “I guess I just haven’t thought about it like that. I grew up here; it’s all I know.” He turned to look at the next room. “This is the library. I spend a lot of time in here, if you ever need me come here.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re welcome to use the library as much as you want. I mean the entire castle is free for your use of course.”

Virgil looked at the room in awe. “There’s so many books here, it’s amazing. I work at a bookstore and we don’t have anywhere near the number of books that are in here.” He turned back towards Thomas. “You mean it? That I can come in here whenever I’d like?”

Thomas smiled. “Of course. There’s quite a few books in here I could recommend for you if you’d like?” Virgil nodded. “Alright. Dinner should be ready by now, shall we head back? You must be starving by now, I’m sure.”

He shrugged. “I mean I guess? I haven’t eaten today if that’s what you mean.” Thomas stopped to look at him.

The response threw him through a loop. He felt worry course through him, but tried to hold it back. There had to be a logical reason for this. “Why not? Too busy driving?” He was met with another shrug.

“Ehh.. More like I was rationing out the food. I needed to make sure my dad was able to eat. God knows he needs to keep his strength up.” And the worry was back stronger than before. Virgil must be starving if he had be rationing out their food.

“Oh. Well you must be starving then. We should definitely eat.” Thomas began moving again with a quicker pace. The faster they got to the dining room, the faster this poor man could eat.

“I mean it’s not the first time I’ve skipped a meal. I do it all the time back home.”

“What?”

“I’ve skipped meals before. Saves money that way. Then we can afford my dad’s medical treatments and he can still get 3 meals a day. It’s a huge load off my shoulders to know that he’s getting enough food. He really needs it with him being so sick; it’ll help him keep his energy up.”

Thomas blinked. Virgil had been ... starving himself so that his father had enough food. This hadn’t just been a one-time thing since they were traveling. He apparently did this often. Worry coursed through Thomas’ veins and burned like acid. He swallowed. Virgil needed to eat right away. The poor thing, god knows how long it had been since he’d had a real meal. Thomas was determined to change that. “Well, I can promise you, Virgil, that you will never have to miss a meal while you’re here. You won’t have to worry about that.” He gave a soft smile before leading Virgil to the dining room.

Thankfully it was a short walk from the library to the dining room. Thomas had wanted to carry Virgil there, but he was unsure if the shorter man would be ok with it. Instead he chose to guide him there, hand on the small of his back.

Virgil had been just as impressed with the dining room as he was with the rest of the castle, his eyes lighting up at its sheer size. Thomas had to resist a smile as he took it all in. He shook his head slightly; Virgil needed to eat. "Please sit down. I'm going to see how dinner is coming."

Virgil sat and he went back to the kitchen. He needed to make sure everything was done. "Is dinner ready?" The others all turned to look at him.

Roman spoke first. "But of course. I was thinking that I could perform something first-"

"You can perform while Virgil eats. He hasn't eaten a proper meal in almost 3 days." Patton gasped at that.

"The poor kiddo. He must be starving at this point." Thomas nodded in agreement.

"And apparently he goes without food all the time. He needs a proper meal. So food first." With that he went back into the dining room.

"Dinner is almost ready." He announced as he sat down, trying not to stare at Virgil's pink tinged cheeks. Alas it did not work too well for Thomas. He was but a simple gay. And the panic was starting to set in. He would be living with this cute guy for the 6 months? There was no way he'd survive it.

He had just sat down when the others brought out dishes of food as well as two place settings. Thomas sent them a thankful look as they set down the trays of food before going back into the kitchen. Reaching forward, Thomas served both himself and Virgi trying to keep in mind that he would most likely want less.

Virgil smiled and gave a soft thanks. “Thank you.” He swallowed. “For everything. This… It means everything to me. This flower is the only thing I’ve found that could cure my father. He’s all I have.”

Thomas nodded thinking of his own parents. They’d been so close before everything. He could still remember his mother tucking him in at night. It had been so long ago. He quickly shook those thoughts away and turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Well I'm glad to help." He paused. "So tell me about your life before now. I really don't get to go outside much."

Virgil seemed to grow more comfortable as he talked about his job at a bookstore and how he used to love to write and wanted to become a writer before his father became ill. Thomas sighed. He could do this. He could spend the next year living with this sweet and cute man. He just had to remember that it was to save his father's life and not get attached.

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doof-doofblog · 3 years

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"Hello, Sis!"

Tuesday 6th April 2021

Hello again everyone! Wow! Feels like it's been a while since I last posted, I had a very busy week last week and again this week being back at work! I'm sure you must all be happy regarding the lockdown easing ever so slowly! I've come to the realisation that now I'm back to the day job, my posts will have to be done in the evenings, so I apologise if some of them seem late from now on. I'm planning on possibly doing another blog post tomorrow and then a double on Thursday in an attempt to catch up! I know the majority of you have already seen last week's episodes, it seems I have a lot of catching up to do!

We know that things are supposed to be kicking off this week (commencing 12th April) due to the return of Nancy Carter and the possible outcome of Kush's trial? I do have a fear Kush may be killed off and become another victim of Gray's but I am hoping that that doesn't happen! But before we can even begin to get excited about it, I need to post about the episodes that you guys have seen, but unfortunately I haven't.

So without further ado, I'm going to begin chatting about Isaac. It seems that Sheree seems to have overstepped the mark regarding both Lola and Patrick. I mean of course she is acting as the concerned Mum and Wife, but she needs to realise that there are some things she can't interfere with. Patrick has been offered the opportunity to go on blood thinners as an experiment for stroke victims - (at least that's the jist I got from it anyway!) - but Sheree is standing her ground claiming she doesn't want her husband to take part in it, purely because she fears for his health. Again, I can understand her concern but she can't stop Patrick from doing something he may want to do, considering he's already suffered two strokes whilst on the Square, he'll want to do his part in helping other victims.

But also where Lola is concerned, Sheree is still interfering in her son's relationship, for a brief moment it looked as if she had scared poor Lola off! Finally Isaac has sat his Mum down and told her straight to stop interfering with everybody's lives, even claiming that some times she can come across as controlling, even though her concern comes from a good place. For the first time in a long time, Isaac is feeling ready to enter another relationship, and he informs her Mum that with Lola, it feels right, he's slowly falling for her and there could be chance that she is feeling the same and the relationship could become serious?!

As Isaac instruct his Mum to kind of back off, Lola appears to have escaped to the Vic. Oh and once again Peter seems it's necessary to poke his nose into business that has nothing to do with him! Urgh, I really don't know about any one else, but for me personally - Peter is one of the worst characters the soap has right now, not in the sense of villainy, but just as a whole - his attitude towards his family, thinking he's the big I AM, urgh I don't like him, I really don't! Something has to change with this Peter I think, what about you guys?! Do you agree or do you think I'm being a little bit harsh? Either way he insults Lola and manages to persuade her to tell him what's on her mind. Believing he's a trusted friend, Lola confides in Peter, informing him about Isaac's diagnosis - something I fear she will possibly live to regret. But after her meeting with Peter, she eventually meets up with Isaac in the club and he informs her to not let his Mother scare her off, Isaac has full control over his illness right now and there would be no way for Lola to trigger any kind of breakdown. Let's hope things remain this way, right? But something is telling me that with all this positivity and reassuring that Isaac is fine and he has everything under control, something is telling me that eventually Isaac will have some form of breakdown and hopefully EastEnders will be able to have an opportunity to portray what having schizophrenia is really like!

Oooooo and what is this?! A possible new love interest for Bernie?! It's about bloody time!!! So, I'm sure the majority of you know that the Taylor family have taken in a new dog named Banjo after finding him on the streets and assuming he was a stray. Unfortunately, since the dog has been in their possession, some flyers advertising the lost dog have been spreading around the Square. Mitch was the first one to notice them, but not wanting to break his young daughter's heart, after their new family member has brought her so much happiness, he disposed of the flyer and never said a word about it to his family.

Now after this young girl seems to catch her eye on the Square, denying to Bailey that she's does not have a crush on her, she claims that she was just interested in the girl's flyer's. As Bailey goads her to ask for one, Bernadette comes to realise what the girl is advertising. (Also just zooming through the end credits of the episode now, there happen to be two female names of who this young lady could be - "Clara" or "Molly" - It'll be interesting if she was to show up again!) Taking the flyer back home, Bernie sadly informs her Mum and Mitch that a girl is out there looking for her dog, who they happen to have living with them, and his name isn't Banjo, it's Ziggy!

At first it seems the Taylor's are in a bit of a denial, it's understandable that they've grown to love the dog, but when Karen calls him by the name "Ziggy", the dog automatically responds. Bernie claims that they have to do the right thing and return the dog to it's rightful owner, however Mitch is looking deeply suspicious as Karen realises that he knew about the flyer's a couple of weeks ago and never said anything. He claims he didn't want to break Bailey's heart after all the loss she's had in recent months. It's then that Karen happens to agree with Mitch and states that the dog will be staying with them. They instruct Bernie to call the girl up and give her false story about the dog. Poor Bernadette isn't one for lying, so it's quite funny and yet sweet when she attempts to make up a story about the dog being lashed into a van to the unknown female. But it seems the girl can see right through Bernie and claims that she saw the way she was looking at her in the Square and offers to buy her a drink. Even though Bernie is already hiding the fact that she has her dog, could this be the start of new relationship for her?!

Ooh yea, so Ruby and Lily are still at loggerheads with each other! After devastatingly realising that Lily has cut her deceased Mum's wedding dress to pieces, Ruby is demanding that Lily leaves the house. Even though Lily isn't Ruby's biggest fan right now, it's clear that she had no idea that the dress belonged to her Mum, but it turns out she might've known that it was a special piece of clothing as Ruby states the dress was kept in a box at the back of her cupboard.

As Martin sends his daughter upstairs to get changed out of Ruby's clothes, he begins to think of some kind of punishment for his daughter, informing his wife that Lily is simply just missing her Mum. However it seems that Ruby's day goes from bad to worse, after discovering the state of her Mother's ripped dress, she informs her husband that she got a call from the clinic. It turns out the Ruby could most likely have endometriosis and that their fears about not having any more children is more likely. Devastatingly, endometriosis is severe and it could mean that she may not be able to have any more children in the future, sadly the one she lost might've been her only chance of being a Mum.

Understandably devastated for his wife, Martin realises he needs to do something to cheer her up. As Lily recovers from changing out of Ruby's clothes, Martin informs Ruby that Lily's punishment is to give her no access to any electronics for a week, and in an attempt to make things up to Ruby, Lily "apparently" has offered to give up her birthday money if it means there could be a way to salvage the ruined wedding dress. Ruby is visibly touched by the kind gesture, claiming that she didn't mean what she said about wanting her to move out, she claims that being her Stepmother - she'll always have a place to stay with them. Lily just simply smiles.

As Martin informs his wife of bubble bath waiting for her upstairs, Ruby thanks her Stepdaughter once again and leaves the room. As Martin follows, giving her the thumbs-up, it seems as if they think Lily will be okay and there'll be no more issues, but from the look on Lily's face, she really doesn't seem happy. Something was telling me that maybe she was being forced to apologise to Ruby? She clearly didn't mean her apology, is she still going to make Ruby's life a living nightmare?!

Oh Jean!!! Poor Jean!! I know I mentioned it in the last post, but I'm going to mention it again, I cannot applaud Gillian Wright enough for her performance as Jean! Jean clearly isn't coping with having her daughter back inside again while she's suffering a terminal illness, all she wants really is to be back with her daughter. As everyone gathers and sees the commotion, Sharon comes to realise that the only reason Jean is acting this way and holding herself up in the vehicle is because she wants to be with her daughter.

In an attempt to get Jean out of the van, Sharon pleads to the police to let her talk to her softly. As she approaches the fragile woman in the vehicle, she explains that even though she understands how Jean is feeling, the actions she's currently doing won't help her in any way. Even though Jean wants to be arrested in an attempt to be with her daughter, Sharon informs her that if she was to get arrested and put in prison, there is no guaranteed chance that she'd end up in the same prison as Stacey, in hindsight the only thing she'd get out of it is probably a criminal record and a hefty fine.

Realising her mistake and that possibly her actions may not get her close to her daughter, Jean agrees to switch off the engine and leave the vehicle. Now the next scene between Sharon and Jean I found funny but really touching also, I don't know why but I've loved the friendship that they've begun to build with these two characters. Two women I never thought would have each other's backs, but it seems that they are both struggling with things in their personal life, and I just LOVED how they both fell about laughing about the outcome of things, Sharon realising she's a single Mother with no money and how Jean has almost corrupted her new gym business. I found the scene really heart-warming as both the women agreed that sometimes shouting out to life itself is sometimes the only thing they have left?

I just loved it, it was as if they have a mutual understanding of each other and they found some common ground. Jean opened up to Sharon and Sharon opened up to Jean, even informing her about discovering a long lost brother that she's still unsure of whether to contact or not. But as Jean claims that having family around you is one of the most important things, Sharon seems to see it as another man in her life who she doesn't really need and decides to bin the phone number.

However, later as Sharon unfortunately misses her date with Kheerat and ends up drinking alone, Jean excitedly approaches her new found friend, even though she appears excited she also seems a little nervous and jittery. Admitting she might've overstepped the mark, she repeats the fact that Sharon needs her family around her and considering she hasn't got that many members of her family left ..... ?! Sharon questions what Jean has done and it's only when they get out onto the Square they see a car pulling up and stepping out of it, appears Zack! Jean only contacted her brother! But the interesting thing that gets me, Zack greets Sharon by calling her "Sis!" - last time he saw her, he had no idea who she was, just another person who attended his Dad's funeral, does this mean that Jean informed about Sharon's true identity?!

Either way, I'm super excited to see what happens next, I'll be sure to follow up this post with another one tomorrow. I once again apologise for this being super late, I'm going to try my very best to catch up, regardless at being back to the day job! Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening. Please feel free to leave me any messages or comments about EastEnders and I'll happily reply! Love you all xXx

#eastenders #isaac baptiste #sheree trueman #patrick trueman #lolapearce #bernadettetaylor #baileybaker #mitchbaker #karentaylor #rubyfowler #martinfowler #lilyslater #jeanslater #staceyslater #sharonwatts #zackhudson

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stuffy-attic · 5 years

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Tipsy [Reader x LOV Spinner] Part 1/2(?)

You fiddled with your drink before taking the tiniest sip ever. It was a difficult balance to strike; on one hand sitting at the bar gave you the perfect opportunity to slyly ogle the hottie but on the other hand it was imperative that you weren’t tempted into drinking too much and making a fool of yourself… let’s just say it’s happened in the past and you weren’t keen on a repeat event.

Besides, making a fool of yourself in front of Shigaraki and Dabi and the rest of the League of Villains? That probably wouldn’t be a good career move.

Never mind making a fool of myself in front of the guy I like… it might be a good way to get myself fucking killed though. The thought had you giggling as you set the glass down a tad too hard. Aaaaand that was probably a good stopping point. Toes tingly with alcohol you didn’t even notice that Kurogiri had meandered over to you.

“Another one?”

No, that couldn’t go well. “Sure, Kurogiri. Hook me up.” You spared a glance at the object of your affections. Spinner was tucked away in a corner still. It had been difficult picking a seat with a good angle (without being obvious about your indecision) but it was taken care of without too much trouble. At the very least you had a view of his very very nice arms.

Kurogiri cleared his throat. “Here.”

Oops. Apparently the glance hadn’t been so much a glance as a stare. “Thanks,” you mumbled as you withered in your seat a bit. Suddenly the bottom of that glass was looking very appealing. The League of Villains was hardly a good place to find romance – not to mention that the current climate and events of the world were hardly conducive to warm fuzzies.

You sighed as you stared at the back of Kurogiri’s shirt, standing at the far end of the bar involved in some discussion with Shigaraki. “But never have I ever…” Had such strong feelings for someone. And if you didn’t make them known? Well who knew… tomorrow might be your last day on earth after all. You turned to look at Spinner once more.

If I die tomorrow I’d regret never saying anything. Maybe I should-

The tiny flame of bravery that had flickered to life was smothered as Spinner turned and caught your eyes. Caught red handed. Your face felt even warmer than it had from just the alcohol and you were quick to avert your gaze back to the still full glass. Better swallow this and then hope a hole opens up and swallows me. The drink burned like hell (apparently Kurogiri was attempting over serve knowingly) but you powered through.

This glass was set on the bar with even less grace than the last one had been. Fuck I forgot how good he looked without the mask.

Of course you liked him with the mask too even if it was a touch dorky looking-

“What’s got you in the cups?”

You jumped at the voice that was way too close. “Dabi-” you set a hand on your chest only to feel your racing heart, “what the fuck? What’re you doing here anyway?”

“Ouch, babe.” He dramatically grabbed his chest and ignored your glare at the nickname. “You hurt my heart so.” A beer in hand he gestured at the glass. “Rough day?”

“I just thought – the new recruits…” Your brain was swimming a bit. Should’ve definitely had that slower. With a sigh you collected your thoughts. “Not really. Just in a mood-”

“So ‘never have you ever’ what?” Your eyes went wide at his question. “Never gotten laid?” His voice was entirely too loud; Kurogiri had turned around, Shigaraki was looking (at least it seemed like it even with the hand in the way), Toga and Magne had popped out from who knows where to check out the commotion. You could feel Spinner’s eyes on your back.

“Shut up,” you growled. “That’s none of your fucking business.”

“Well I mean with a chest like yours-”

“That’s not what I was talking about in the first place!” Your whisper was hard and probably too loud to really be considered a whisper. This fucking shit just loves stirring the pot when he’s bored. One look at Dabi’s shit eating grin confirmed your worst fears that he wasn’t done yet.

“If you’re looking for someone to bang-”

“No!”

“I mean my schedule is pretty busy but I could-”

“You’re not the one I’m interested in banging anyway.”

Oh the silence was deafening.

Dabi’s quirk was flames, but never had you ever seen his eyes light up like that. “So there is someone outside the league you have the hots for?”

Voice haughty for some reason – insulted he thought you’d fool around outside of the league… for some fucking reason – you replied: “They’re not outside of the league.” The eyeroll you gave him stopped half way as you realized the words that had actually just left your mouth.

Why you ever thought that was some sort of brilliant comeback was unknown. Somewhere in the background you could hear your logical brain screaming and attempting to take back control of the wheel. Logical brain knew better than to engage with Dabi, but here you were with drunk brain in control and loose lips in the passenger seat. And a very heavy sense that everyone was now very invested in how this conversation was going to go (including Mr. Compress and Twice who were new to the party).

Gotta sue Kurogiri now I guess.

Dabi’s eyes were dancing around the room; you hoped that maybe he was picking a new victim to bother but you knew that wasn’t it. “So then it’s…”

“Doesn’t matter. You some fucking yenta or something?” You slid off the stool only to find exactly just how dizzy you were. You grasped the counter. “Fuck off.”

“Don’t be mean, Dabi!” Toga called from where she stood.

Magne was quick to back her up. “That’s right. A girl has her secrets after all.”

“Will you all just shut up,” Shigaraki hissed. “Fuck or don’t fuck. Who cares.” He stood up and stomped out of the room.

Dabi snorted. “Well I know it’s not him.”

“Maybe it’s not your business,” Twice suggested. “Fucking tell us who it is.”

Magne laughed. “It’s hardly juicy gossip when it’s just splattered like this. Much more fun to snoop and discover it…” She shook her head. “Can hardly expect a boy to understand though.”

Toga nodded in agreement. “Big sis Magne has a point.”

I have had enough. I’m just gonna give more. You decided on your escape plan quickly; it mostly included you just turning around and walking out. You turned.

“Don’t think I’ll give up so easily,” Dabi threatened.

“Just fucking leave her alone.” You turned to see that Spinner had gotten up and was retying his mask. “Doesn’t matter any – we have better things to focus on.” Your eyes caught once again, you nearly stumbled to the ground and you weren’t even walking. He paused for a moment before shaking head. “I’m heading out.”

The second that reptilian man was out the door Dabi started to chuckle. “Oh so it’s him?”

All the sounds that came out of your mouth and none of them were real words. Your eyes raced around the room looking at who still remained (everyone minus Shigaraki and Spinner). “They – shut up! It’s not-”

“Oh like we didn’t know?” Mr. Compress asked. “I believe even the most junior stage magician is more discrete than you.”

“What-”

Toga and Magne nodded and shouted in unison, “We knew!”

Death, death, death.

“I knew too! I had no fucking idea.”

Slowly you turned your gaze to Kurogiri. He looked up from the glass he was wiping. “…hardly subtle.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” You dragged your hands over your eyes. “Well that’s great – just lovely. Thanks guys.”

Toga was bouncing on her heels. “Oh I know! I know! You should tell him!” You looked at her like she was out of her mind. “You should! It’d be so great!”

“I don’t know-”

Dabi growled. “You’re gonna tell him or I’ll torch the hair right off your head. I’m tired of seeing you make fucking puppy eyes at him.”

Your eyes narrowed to slits. “You did this on purpose?!” Never had it ever been so tempting to strangle him. If you weren’t swaying right now you probably would’ve gone for a swing to the head – probably would’ve done it with another drink in you too. However right now you were sitting at a sweet spot that had Dabi safely protected from your (ill-advised) punches.

A glaring contest ensued.

Fuck Dabi has a mean ass glare like Endeavor does. And now I almost hate him as much as that shit hero... almost. You broke first, eyes turning towards the door Spinner had gone through. “When?”

“Now,” Dabi said.

“Now?”

“Now! Now!” “You can’t hesitate!” Toga and Magne shouted.

“It’ll be fine. It’s gonna end like shit.”

A few shaky sighs before you nodded. “Right okay. Okay. Maybe this is my sign, right?” You jogged and bounced a little. “I can do this. Right? This sounds like a good idea. It probably shouldn’t but it does so-”

Dabi shoved you without reservation. “Stop stalling.”

You stumbled but managed to catch yourself before eating shit. “Fucking-” you cursed Dabi under your breath before collecting yourself and power walking out the door. You knew the route he usually took out of the hideout (not because of stalking, just coincidence) so you followed that and prayed he hadn’t decided to go a different way.

You almost blew past him, not expecting him to have changed out of his costume and into his leather jacket and jeans. The hair was a dead giveaway even from the back though. I’ll just approach and ask if he has a minute-

Spinner turned around. He looked very confused.

“Uh…” How?

“You’re walking like a horse wearing tap shoes,” he explained.

“Ah.” I’m never going to drink again. This is a bad idea. Bail. I’ll confess to him another day after drinking. “Sorry I… I gotta go.” You only got as far as pirouetting before Spinner’s voice stopped you.

“Where you going? Back to the bar?”

Gods no. Clearly those people have it out for me. “Uh, no.”

“I’ll walk you then.”

You blinked and turned to face him. “What?” Very eloquent.

“You’re pretty drunk. It wouldn’t be a good idea for you to walk alone.”

“Right. You don’t even know how far I’m going though!” Why am I questioning the fact that the guy I like is offering to walk me home? Hello? What are you doing?

“All the more reason. You think I trust those corrupt heroes?”

Right it’s about the heroes. Stain’s tenets. “Okay.”

Spinner nodded. “Alright. Which way?”

Gods his eyes are so nice and I love the color of his scales. I wonder what they feel like. And his hair! I want to paint him. It could be like the Titanic movie – maybe less tragic though. I hope. I wonder what movies he likes. I know he likes some of the games I do but I wonder about movies – oh, and books! Wait he asked a question! Answer! “Which way for what?”

“… which way are you going?” His question was slow and deliberate and his face confused.

“Oh… home, I guess.”

“Yes but which way is that?” Now his voice was annoyed.

This is a good chance to say something. Should I say it now or wait? If I say it when we get the door that might not look good… on the way wouldn’t be good either he’d be obligated to finish walking me home even if he doesn’t like me. But of course he likes me! Hopefully. Gotta be like a bandaid though. Like a bandaid. “I have a crush on you.”

If his face wasn’t confused before-

Fuck! “The thing Dabi said. It’s about you. Not that I wanna fuck you – I mean not that I don’t. I do. But like not right now. Clearly!” Nervous laughter tumbled from you. “But I would cuz I like you. Like in a crush way! Not that you have to like me. But it would be uh… you know. Wow, that’s not really a direction, huh? And that’s what you asked me which is kinda… funny…”

Your voice and thought process had trailed off, and apparently Spinner had lost his because he didn’t so much as blink. The two of you starred at each other.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Put the bandaid back on!

You scratched your cheek. “Well that’s uh-”

“You’re drunk.” His voice was cold this time. You were surprised to see that his face had turned to a no nonsense one, and his shoulders were slouched stiffly. His eyes were focused on the brick wall to the left of you.

You bristled a bit. “I’m kinda tipsy but-”

“You think that’s funny? I didn’t think you’d stoop to something like that after only a couple of drinks-”

“I’m not stooping to anything. I don’t think it’s funny – I’m being serious!”

“You laughed!”

“From nerves!”

“I’ve heard this before. I know what your game is-”

“My game?” The heat of the alcohol was quickly being replaced by the heat of anger.

“Yes! This game you’re playing with Dabi!” His voice booming and leaning close, Spinner shook his head. “I know it.”

You clenched your fists and stiffened your jaw. “Dabi is a fuck. It’s not some game. He’s just like that – and you should know it.” Your words were cut by diamonds.

“Well you two must be some great partners in crime.”

“I- it’s – this-” You fisted your hands in your hair. “It’s not some fucking joke!” It was like one of those nightmares where no matter how hard you screamed it was just never loud enough and no one ever heard you or came to help.

Spinner’s mouth snapped shut but the anger didn’t drain from his face and his posture didn’t relax. If anything it became more rigid and tense. “I’m not some fucking fetish you can indulge yourself in.”

Did a truck just hit you? It felt like a truck just ran into you.

“How did we get to that?!” You screamed. Much like the incident in the bar this situation would be much better served if you just cut the engine and left. Your logical mind was never going to forgive you for this.

Spinner had no answer. Instead he just shook his head aggressively and growled. “Go back to the fucking bar and sober up. I’m not falling for whatever this is.”

“There’s nothing to fall-” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Spinner turned on his heel and speed off at a walking speed you just couldn’t hope to achieve with your now shaky legs and reeling mind. What. The. Fuck? The fuck just happened? You chanced a look around to see if there were was a camera crew camping out or any witnesses.

No one but you and the garbage cans in the alley now.

Your energy was sapped from you, and suddenly the wishy-washy feeling of being almost drunk came back full force. “Right. Back to the bar…” You took one shaky step while wiping away a tear before you realized that no, in fact you didn’t want to do that at all. There was more than enough embarrassment showcased to the league that day – they didn’t need to see you crying.

“Home I guess…”

#bnha lov #bnha league of villains #bnha spinner #bnha x reader #shuichi iguchi #shuichi iguchi x reader #angst?#this got away from me fast lol #hopefully i'm as quick with part 2 #i need more spinner content so #rolls up sleeves #lets make some spinner content then girls #no i didn't read over this i'm too excited to slap it on the internet #to edit later #maybe

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danganronpa-tng · 4 years

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Chapter 5 - The Trial Of Kamron Naegi

*Trigger Warning; brief mention of hanging later in the trial. Read at your own discretion*

- - -

Kamron was found collapsed out in the hallway of the dormitory corridor. He had a couple of bruises on barely visible areas, such ad his stomach or legs. His sunglasses were missing. Due to the fact four people encountered the body at the same time, one out of the four could still be a suspect, hkwever this is not certain.

Cause of death was blood loss. He was found with his right hand severed, laying several feet away from him. The weapon used to sever the hand is unknown, but the cut makes it look like a sharp blade. There were clear signs of a struggle, including blood splatters in the middle of the hallway. It seems he was propped up against the wall rather than collapsing against it.

The victim was killed at approximately 1PM. He was discovered at approximately 9AM that day.

- - -

“So, he died at 1AM?”

“Yep... anything on your mind, Sara?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing really. I just find it odd he was still fully clothed at 1AM, that’s all. Well, bar his sunglasses, but you know.”

“That’s true, actually... thanks, Sara!”

“Anytime! Good luck.”

- - -

“I-I can’t believe this... Kamron... as s-soon as I learn we’re related...”

“Hey, hey Kass... it’s gonna be OK. We’re gonna find his killer, no matter what! Ok?”

“Yeah... yeah, I know you can. We all can. I just can’t let this slide. Someone’s- someone’s gonna pay!”

“Right.”

- - -

“Greetings, Hayden.”

“Oh, Katelyn! You ok? You look panicked.”

She’s smoothing out her clothes and panting.

“No, not panicked per say... more so, kind of nervous. I was chatting to Aspen last night, and we talked about how we were sure nobody else would be killed from now on... I suppose we were wrong.”

“Oh...”

“Anyways, I did my usual check to the weapons room, as I tend to do.”

“And?”

“I, surprisingly didn't see anything out of place. Nobody had moved anything since the masquerade.”

“Really? That’s odd... anyways, thanks Katelyn.”

“Anytime. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

- - -

“M-morning, Aeja...”

“Hello, Hayden. Apologies for my message earlier, please disregard it.”

“Huh? I mean, we can still talk if you want-”

“No, it’s quite alright. Now, what did you come over here for?”

“Ah, well, I just wanted to see what evidence you had.”

“Is that it? Hm. Well then, all I’ve found so far isn’t properly solid evidence, but I noticed that almost everyone came out of their room in their pyjamas, as you can see. However, three people didn’t. Aspen, Katelyn and Estrella. Not proper evidence.”

“Well, it’s still worth noting! Thanks, Aeja.”

“You’re welcome. Now, please leave me be. I’m thinking.”

“Ah. Ok.”

- - -

“Estrella-?”

“Hm? Hmm? Is that a voice? No, must have been the wind.”

“Estrella-”

“Oh, there it is again! It sure is drafty in here.”

“Estrella please, I just wanna talk about evi-”

“Ugh, a leader as supreme as me shouldn't be putting up with a cold room. I’ll be taking my leave now.”

“Wait-! Aaaaaaaand she’s gone.”

- - -

“Hm? Vera? Oh, you can write it down. Cool.”

Yes. Well, I was just wondering, has anyone checked the kitchen to see if all the knives are still there? It might be a worthy idea.

“Oh, no actually! I didn’t even think of that. Thanks, Vera!”

- - -

The Trial

- - -

“So, does anyone have a solid alibi?”

“For 1AM?”

“Ah... fair point. So let me rephrase that; was anybody in someone else’s dorm last night? As in, sleeping over?”

Yes, I was staying in Sara’s room last night.

“Ah, ok! So, we can pretty safely assume those two are clear then.”

“Nice! Thanks, Vera!”

“Was anyone else with another person? For any amount of time?”

I looked over at Estrella and Aeja. They were looking anywhere but at each other, avoiding eye contact like it was the Black Plague. I pitied the two. I debated whether or not I should admit I saw them. But before I could, the conversation topic changed.

- - -

“So, I don’t suppose anyone checked the weaponry room, did they?”

“Yes, I did, in fact.”

“Oh! See anything, Katelyn?”

“No, actually. Nothing was out of place, so it seems nothing has moved since our last investigation.”

“Oh, that’s odd...”

“...hey, Vera? Didn't you say you thought about checking the kitchen?”

She nods.

“Did you get a chance to?”

She nodded again, starting to write. I suppose writing is easier then having everything translated.

Yes. One knife was in the rack still, but bloodied, so we can assume a kitchen knife is what severed his hand. And I also noticed a glass while I was there, one that still had ice in it. Which means...

“Someone only put it back this morning?”

She nods.

- - -

“Estrella, you’ve been pretty quiet.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I just didn’t feel like wasting my breath on you.”

“Wow, rude.”

“Really? Quite honestly Sara, I hadn’t cared to notice.”

“What’s up with you? You’ve been in a pretty good mood since the whole-”

“Yeah, well, things change, People change. Or rather, they don’t. See, I was trying to be a but nicer, but after a certain incident I realised that- well, who am I kidding? I’ve built this role for myself, and I’m never gonna be able to shake it off, so might as well live up to it.”

She folds her arms.

“I’m the evil leader that’s only here to confuse and irritate people. I’m the walking embodiment of a bad joke! So, if you plan on figuring out who stabbed Spy Kid over there, I suggest you shut the fuck up and keep going with the trial.”

Sara just looked away, slightly disheartened.

“I thought we’d become friends now... Aren’t we friends?”

“Do you really want to be friends with someone like me?”

- - -

“Well, let’s get back to alibis, since we don’t have much to go off. Where was everyone? Alone, or with someone else?”

“I- like I said earlier, I was with Vera.”

“Right. Karma?”

“I was alone. I stayed up a bit late though, so I only woke up when the body announcement went off.”

“Ok. Kassidy?”

“I-I said goodbye to Kamron and then went back to my room... I went asleep pretty quickly.”

“Alright. Katelyn?”

“Unlike almost everyone here, I have an alibi. I stayed in Aspen’s room last night, then went back to mine and got changed. I was up before the announcement, so-”

“Wait a sec.”

“Hm? Something wrong, Aspen?”

“Katelyn... you never came to my room last night.”

- - -

“Katelyn..? Care to defend yourself?”

“Wh- oh, shut up, copycat. Have you not even considered your dear girlfriend over there? You should have seen her face when we saw the body! She didn’t even look surprised, she looked like she already knew! She-”

“That’s because I did.”

“...what?”

“Estrella, what do you mean by-?”

“Isn't it obvious, Mr No Talent? I saw the murder happen. I was on my way back to my room when I heard a fight, so I went to check it out, and... well, I simply decided to not give him a hand, haha!”

“Really?! You're serious?”

“Most likely.”

“Well, who did it?”

“I thought that was obvious, too. I decided not to tell you because I’m pissed off! I’m a petty bitch, as you know, and as such I decided to let this play out.”

“Estrella, stop being childish-”

“DON’T talk to me about childish, Aeja! I’m not the one who tried to hang them self when they got scared!”

The room fell horribly silent. Aeja looked away, and Estrella reached up to her own cheek, where her cut was. Something started to click into place.

“Wait, Aeja tried to-”

“Fine then, Estrella. If you're going to be like that, shut up and dont disrupt this trial. This isn't about our business, it’s about finding Kamron’s killer. So, now that we’re back on topic and abandoning that last conversation... Katelyn? Aspen?”

Aspen looked at Katelyn, who didn’t meet his eyes.

“K-Katelyn? Kate? Please, please tell me you just got mixed up. You got mixed up, right? Yeah. Yeah!”

“...Aspen.”

“...no. No, no, no, please don’t say it.”

- - -

“Why? Why did you do it, Katelyn?”

“I- Hayden. You have to understand, I hold my parents in... very high regard. He was insulting them, insulting me! I-I couldn’t just let that stand. I got mad, so I- I got a knife from the kitchen and went back, just to threaten him! I never planned on actually hurting him... but I guess he panicked, and he lunged at me. So I panicked, and- I accidentally-”

“...chopped his hand off.”

“...If I could go back in time, I would change what I did. But, it’s in the past now. I... this shouldn't have happened, I know.”

“...you can’t be serious, right Katelyn? Right?! It was Estrella. Yeah, it was! You’re just covering for her because- because- you don't wanna watch the same execution again!”

“...no.”

“...this doesn’t compute. There’s something wrong here, right? RIGHT?!”

- - -

“Well, Hayden, I do not wish to put up a fight. Care to unravel this case?”

That quickly? Hm...

“Ok. This- *sigh*.”

This all starts... Last night, I believe. The killer was out in the corridor with Kamron, with whom they hadn't interacted, until the killer made some off-handed comment about their parents, which caught Kamron’s attention. He started talking about the parents of the other participants, including the killer’s. They seemed to have a particular distaste for their parents, particularly their deceased father, for reasons unknown, as they started to slander them, insulting them and the killer. The killer, enraged by this, leaves Kamron there and goes to the kitchen. They grab a knife, which they must have thought was blunt, to threaten him. However, when they got there, Kamron saw the weapon in their hand and panicked. They tried to lunge for the killer, but was swiftly cut off- literally- as the killer also panics and swings the knife with unusual force. This blow, to their dismay, manages to cut off Kamron’s hand. He stumbles backwards and collapsed, bleeding out. The killer, panicking, returns to their room. They stash the weapon and go straight to bed, trying to act natural.

They wake up slightly earlier than everyone else to hide the evidence. They wake up a bit too late though, and don't have as much time as they thought to clean the weapon. They simply slip it back into the knife rack and grab a quick drink, before heading back to their room. Five minutes later, they hear me scream and run outside, ‘finding’ the body along with me and two others.

That’s what happened, and our killer is...

Katelyn Momota, the Ultimate Psychiatrist!

“...it sounds so horrible when it’s repeated back to me. But, I must face the facts. I’m-”

- - -

*mumbling*

“Aspen? Did you say somethi-”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“ ! ”

“I told you not to get mad! I told you not to hurt anyone, and look what you did! You’ve... you’ve gone and killed someone, and now I’m going to lose you. I’m gonna lose you, Katelyn!”

“Aspen... Aspen, no. You can’t be upset over me, ok? I’m a killer now. I’m a bad person here.”

“No you’re not! I don’t care what you’ve done, you’re still special to me! I-I can’t lose you! Please don’t go... please...”

Aspen was doubled over on himself, and... I think he was crying oil?

“I didn’t know the robot could cry-”

“Shut up, Estrella.”

Katelyn looked genuinely confused and concerned. She shook her head.

“No, you... you’re not supposed to be upset over me. You... you shouldn’t be upset over me. You can’t.”

Aspen and Katelyn finally locked eyes. Neither said anything for a moment. Eventually, Katelyn sighed.

“I... I know there is no escaping my fate. But... I wish to do one more thing before I am killed. Monokuma, may I? I will make no attempt to escape.”

Monokuma shrugged.

“Sure, knock yourself out. ...wait, what are you doing?”

And suddenly, Katelyn was running. Not to the exit, not to Aspen, but to...

“...Eh-?! GAH-!”

Katelyn was on her knees either side of a now toppled over Estrella, with her hands around Estrella’s neck. Estrella was grabbing at Katelyn’s Arms, trying to free herself. She was being strangled.

“You BITCH! I should have wasted my damn murder on you!”

“KATELYN!”

“ESTRELLA!”

Two people ran over; Aspen and Aeja. Aeja reached them first, full on jumping at Katelyn and pushing her off Estrella. Aspen helped Estrella sit up, the girl in question being purple in the face and gasping for air. Aeja had Katelyn pinned by her wrists.

“Hah... hah...”

Estrella looked over at the girls, panting. She looked between them, and I couldn't tell which person confused her more. She nodded at Aspen, trying to stand herself up.

“Katelyn... the fuck?!”

“You... you know what you did to me, you bitch!”

After a moment, Estrella took a deep breath and grinned, placing her arms behind her head.

“Of course I do! And I don’t regret it either, you know. I’m glad I did!”

Katelyn literally growled, and suddenly she shoved Aeja off her, standing up. Estrella jumped a bit, backing up. Aeja looked at Monokuma.

“Monokuma- MONOKUMA!”

Even Monokuma looked surprised at the whole outburst, but he quickly resumed normal behaviour.

“I have a very special punishment for Katelyn Momota, Ultimate Psychiatr- SHIT-!”

With Katelyn quickly approaching Aspen, Monokuma slammed his hammer down on his button.

“Wait- Katelyn!”

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