#I don't get the disappoint. it's exactly the kind of shit I'd expect from him lol
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An openly fascist, sexist composer who prides himself in supporting his country's authoritarian bordering totalitarian regime and the genocidal war it's been waging for almost 2 years now: *writes a musical the main conclusions of which are 'authoritarian regimes are great, actually and everyone who's trying to oppose them 100% deserves their bitter endings' and 'women are petty bitches who will always compete for the attention of men'
The fandom for reasons beyond my understanding:
#I'm sorry but what on earth did y'all expect?#do not forget that the librettist and the lyricist for his other musical is a woman who has always openly protested their regime#and left it with a tiny child on her hands several days after the full scale invasion#that's why the ending there was a well-earned tragedy the main conclusion of which was#''if you are incapable of feeling love and compassion nothing you achieve in our life will ever matter''#but here he wrote the book himself so what did y'all expect#I don't get the disappoint. it's exactly the kind of shit I'd expect from him lol#(yes the musical I mention in the post is Kr*gl*v's Ikar obvs. and in the tags it's Xanpira's and his PI. but I think that's obvious lol)#musical blogging#musical posting#memes
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S-S-SOCCER CAPTAIN MIGUEL WITH 20 π PLEASE AND THANK YOUπππ
ATE OMG YES.
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
if i can't have you β young soccer captain!miguel o'hara x reader
summary: miguel got himself in a fight with some guy who wanted to ask you out before he did in the locker rooms, but no matter how angry you got at him, he believes he did it for a reasonβmight not have been the best one, but he did it for that reason: for you.
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dialogue prompt: 20 - "now before you ask why i beat the shit out of him in the locker rooms, it was because he was gonna ask you out before i could, okay?"
the look of complete and utter disappointment on your face as you scowled at him, eyebrows knitting together and lips pursed in a slight pout, was priceless. you folded your arms together as miguel looked up at you, not exactly in shame or regret, but... in a kind of funny way. he looked at you like you were doing something so irresistably cute that he couldn't help but chuckle a little ironically.
"what's with that cute pout you got, trying to raise my heart rate a little?" he asked as he pressed his fist against his cheek as he smiled wider at your growing frown. he looked a little scuffed up, it was to be expected since he did get into a fight with one of the opposing team members in the locker rooms. when the guys who witnessed it said it was physical, they mean they got physical.
it got to the point where the coach and assistant coach had to rip miguel off the poor kid, who was left battered and bruised by him. you couldn't believe his behavior, let alone his shitty excuse for his actions. "well?" you asked him expectantly, watching as his grin stayed on his face as he stared into your eyes.
he chuckled as he put his hands up in the air to show you he's not hiding anything from you, literally and figuratively. "alright, alrightβnow before you ask why i beat the shit out of him in the locker rooms, it was because he was gonna ask you out before i could, okay?" he admitted as his gaze lingered on your furious expression for a little while. miguel had been your friend for the longest time, and you knew he was incredibly impulsive at times when he was brought by the winds of emotions, but to beat somebody senseless all because they wanted to ask you out? it made you feel like it was your fault that guy got beaten up.
"so you think i'll agree to going out with you all because you knocked his ass out?" you asked him as you moved closer to him, your eyes narrowing as he smiled at how smaller the distance became between you two. "well, he did say some things about you that irked me, things you're better off not knowing about, just that it pissed me off to know he thought of you as... just somebody he could fool around with. i'd never let him shit talk you, you know thatβso... when i found out he wanted to ask you out... i kinda let my fists talk some sense into him for me." he said as you gently slapped his face, the side that was the least bruised.
"you... you asshole..." you muttered as you tried to get yourself together. you hated that miguel beat up a guy real badly, hence he was equally banged up, but... you couldn't deny that you felt your heart skip a beat when you heard him say it was all for you. miguel cracked a smile as he held your hand that slapped him before you pulled away. "you can slap me if you want, don't worry. i'd never get mad, if that's what your worried about. i... i love you." he said softly, not caring if you heard it or not anymore. he was sick of keeping his feelings for you hidden all this time, he figured now was as good a time as any to finally tell you how he felt.
you couldn't bear to be wholly angry at him anymore, though a part of you wants to knock some sense into him, you couldn't do it with the knowledge that he did it for you. instead of hitting him again, you raised your arms and wrapped them around miguel as you held him tightly. "...it's because i love you too that i don't want you to do stupid stuff for me." you scolded him as he hugged you back and buried his face in your shoulder. "hah, well, it's because i love you that i'll keep doing stupid things out of love for you. but i'll try, i'll try to cut it with the idiocy. i'm sorry." he said as he held you closer, with you sobbing a little at just everything he's done to prove that he loves you, despite you thinking your affection for him was meant to be one-sided all this time.
"good." you muttered through a few tears as you gently placed your lips over his bandaged wounds and bruises, trying to kiss away the pain he got from just trying to express how much he loved you, how much he wanted to defend you from horrible people like that. you thought all that you could be with miguel was just being his supportive close friend, but well, it's always been in between what he says and does for you that his real desires with you are seen and heard; and this little incident is one of those in-between the line things he wanted to tell you personally, but could never fully say out loud:
"you're all that matters to me, i truly, truly love you. and i... i really wanna ask you out, so... may i go out with you?"
tags !! @binibinileonara
#miguel o'hara#young miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara fluff#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara x you#atsv#atsv x reader#atsv x you#atsv x y/n#atsv fluff#atsv imagines#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse x reader#spiderman 2099#atsv miguel
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Ropes or Cuffs?
Kayson x Reader
Kayson + tied up (nsfw)
Bottom Kayson for my soulππ
This is my second time writing a fully nsfw fic, so I'm sorry if this is disappointingπ
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It was a good day. A good to indulge in some mischief. A bit of tomfoolery. A smidge of misbehaviour and naughtiness.
Kayson sat across from you, scrolling through his phone, taking a sip of his tea every so often. His fingers are snugly wrapped around the cup's handle, they're so slender and pretty. They blend into the most perfect pair of hands. The very hands thatβs able to touch your soul and make you feel ways you've never felt before. The very hands that make you sing out in pleasure every time he holds you. You're consciously staring, shamelessly staring. It makes you wonder, how would things go if he was powerless and without those hands?
"Kay?"
"Hmm?"
"Ropes or cuffs?"
He nearly spat out his tea, coughing violently at your question.
"Shit Kayson! You okay?" You rush to his side, taking the cup from his hand and patting his backΒ
"I'm fine. I'm fine." He coughs again before continuing. "Just, heh I really wasn't expecting that"
"I guess it did kind of come out of nowhere. I was a little distracted by my own thoughts, sorry."Β
"Your thoughts huh?" He grins mischievously, setting his phone aside. "Honestly, I don't think I have a preference. Like, you look great tied with ropes or in handcuffs. As long as it doesn't hurt you, I'm down."
"Okay okay take this back a bit babe, I know you're down bad, but I meant on you."
"Oh oh-" His smug expression faltered, replaced by wide-eyed surprise when he processed exactly what you meant. "You want to tie me up?"
"I was thinking about it, but only if you want to."
"Well, I wasn't expecting that." The blush crept up his cheeks, but he smiles again. "I'd like to try that too actually. I don't know what I prefer though. I'd still leave it up to you to decide."
His answer alone had your bones tingling as you approached him again, dragging a finger along his jawline so he's looking up at you. "Wanna see which one I choose?"
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This was something straight out of a fantasy. Something out of your wildest imagination.Β
"Is that too tight?" You ask.
He's lying below you, completely bare, with a blanket pulled across his stomach and lower half. His hands are caught in yours over his head, where you lock them in palace between the hoops of a silk lined metal handcuff attached to the headboard of your bed.Β
"No. When did you even get these?"
"A while ago, though I didn't think I'd be using them on you." The handcuffs click for the last time securing his hands into place. "All done!"
A shiver runs down his body when you're seated back down next to him. He's already half hard, the arousal steadily coursing through his veins. His growing erection was apparent through the blanket, an easy target for your impish fingers. You lean down to kiss him while your hand rubs over his crotch through the blanket. He sighs into the kiss, biting the corner of your lip when you press down harder.
When you pull away, you waste no time pulling the covers off him, exposing his cock to your lustful gaze. It takes you a minute to fully take in the scene before you, he looks so fucking pretty. Everything about him is just so pretty.
You snatch the bottle of lube from beside you, squeezing a glob onto your palm and spreading it to coat your fingers.
He hisses when your hand finally wraps around his cock, inhaling sharply as his breathe hitched. You look up at him, his forehead is creased and eyebrows knitted. When his eyes slowly reopen, he's staring right into yours.
"Cold, it was cold." He laughs.
Good thing your hands were warm, and so was his body. It didnβt take long for the lube itself to lose its coolness as well.
You've never been in such a position with Kayson, sure you've given him handjobs before but he always had some sort of power during the act, whether it was his voice or hands. Right now, however, he was completely at your mercy, vulnerable and detained under your touch and gaze. It was truly sight to behold.
Your hands moved slowly at first, working up a pace as his heart rate picked up.Β
"Ah just like that." A low guttural moan leaves his throat.
Up and down, your hand traced every ridge and every vein. He squirmed under your touch, low moans escaping his lips like honey dripping from a rose.Β
"You look so beautiful right now." You confess, catching his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss.
You hand slowed down, wrapped around his tip where your thumb rubs small, gentle circles around the top. His lips part from yours reflexively, gasping at the new sensation. You aren't bothered by it, kissing a path down his cheek to his jaw then his neck. Not only was he pretty, but god did he taste good. A heavenly combination that makes you want more and more of him.
You go back to working your hand up and down his shaft, occasionally running your thumb over the blushed tip. Your lips lingered around his neck, kissing his skin softly before adorning it in dark red marks. By now, he's more vocal, moaning, and grunting loudly each time you stroke him.Β
"Fuck I'm so close baby." He whispers between moans.
His hips could no longer stay still, thrusting upwards to meet you awaiting hand. His body twitched and you knew he was close, unfortunately for him, you haven't had enough just yet. When you slow down and pull your hands away from him, he lets you know how disappointed he is with a desperate cry.
"Why'd you stop baby? Please I was so close!" He whines.
"I know, thatβs why I stopped."
You leaned back onto your palm, supporting your weight on the mattress, admiring his dishevelled state, his laboured breathes, lust filled eyes and a desperate expression that makes you want to toy with him even more.
"Come on baby, quit staring! I need you."Β
You donβt even bother to answer him, pulling your shirt over your head. He watches in awe as you pull your underwear to the side, ghosting your fingers along your exposed self.
"Oh you're so fucking evil for this" He fakes a laugh before demanding, "At least uncuff me!"
He pulls at the handcuffs, but at most, all he achieved was a creaking sound from the bed frame. You're wearing that mischievous smile on your face, the one he usually has when he's in a playful mood. He watched as you pleasure yourself, head thrown back and huffs of his name, leaving your lips. When you catch the look in his eyes, silently pleading with you to give him what he wants, you decide to mess with him even more. You bend forward, using your free hand to tickle your way up his thighs and ghost your fingers over his shaft.
"Fuck, just put it inside already!" His voice full of desperation and need as he lifts his head to look at your fingers gently running down the side of his cock. His hips buck upwards, into your touch.
"I'll think about it." You retract your hand, placing a finger against your bottom lip, pretending to think. "Hmmmmmm, nope! But I do have a better idea."
He whines at your response, his head dropping hard onto the pillow below him.
He doesn't fight back, not with his words, at least. Instead, he yanks at the cold metal around his wrist furiously.
He's too busy pulling at the chains that link his hands together, he doesn't even notice when you strip off your last piece of clothes. But when your legs part to accommodate his hip between them and you lower yourself, his attention is all on you again. He loved the way you felt on him, but this wasnβt what he wanted at all. He pulls at the headboard, and it creaks again, his head thrown all the way back as a languish whine falls from his lips. The length of his cock is pressed right up against you, you could very well adjust yourself so heβd be able to slide inside but where's the fun in that?
"Fucking hell you're gonna be the death of me." He croaks between erratic breaths.
"Did you prefer my hands over this? I could get of-"
"No!" He shouts. "No please don't. Just- just move please"
"I didn't quite get that last bit baby, mind repeating for me?"
"I said please move. I want you to move, I need you to move please!" He sounds tortured, the pitch of his voice increasing as he begs.
You place a hand on his cheek, catching the tear that slips past his lashes. "So cute, and such a good boy for me."Β
You focus on your hips, dragging yourself along the length of his shaft, slowly. Too slow apparently, because it draws a loud grunt from him, though that doesn't stop you. You keep the same pace moving all the way to his tip then all the way back down where his balls greet your ass. It wasn't just pleasure for him, each time you grind against him, his length stimulates your own needs and sensitive spots.
You can't control the way your body reacts, matching his unsteady breathing pattern and his grunts with soft, blissful moans.
It feels even better when his hips jerk upwards to meet yours, send a zap of electricity right up your spine.Β
You're supposed to be having your way with him, but the way he begs you to move, the strained pleas and desperate whines, it was easy to get lost in the feeling, and before you knew it you were desperately rutting yourself against him.
His voice only gets louder, "Please please please, faster please!" He pleads.
He's still desperately tugging at the handcuffs, surely by now he's left a noticeable mark on the wooden headboard where the metal wore away its surface.Β
When you finally had enough of just rubbing yourself against him, you finally lift your hip, aligning his tip between your legs. Slowly, you descend, savouring the feeling of being stretched to take him. His eyes are glued to your body, groaning loudly at the feeling he's been waiting for so damn long.Β
When you've finally taken him all the way in, you lift your hips to do it all over again in the same antagonisingly slow action.
Maybe that's what did it, what finally was the last straw for him. You flinch at the sudden noise metal snapping, but before you could find its origin, strong hands grip onto your thighs, pulling you down onto him. You're caught by surprise, choking on a moan that is matched with a satisfied one of his own.
You were into some real trouble now.
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* ππππ πππ πππ.
feel free to change pronouns / wording!
β don't be merciful, don't come back like snow white and the huntsman. β
β i've never been to a funeral, i wouldn't have come to this one if i'd known there'd be a dead person. β
β i know how emotional occasions like this can be. β
β i think we'll manage. β
β as soon as he clicks his fingers, you come running. β
β is this actually your car? β
β i don't make the rules. β
β what do you remember? β
β i really thought she was my soulmate. β
β he might've tied her up and now he's using us as bait. β
β we're hansel and fucking gretel. β
β i told you not to come in here. β
β i've been lied to all my life. β
β a jellyfish has no heart and no brain, yet it lives. what could be scarier than that? β
β i told you, you can't smoke it straight from the plants! β
β women seem to keep drifting away from me. β
β you look very cold. β
β driving slow in this kind of car is more suspicious. β
β who is sitting next to me right now? who, fucking... pablo escobar? β
β if you're going to do something ridiculous, i don't want to miss it. β
β you saw the blood on the laptop, right? β
β why do i have to wait in the car? β
β two types of people wear sunglasses in the dark, blind musicians, and cunts. β
β not who you were expecting? β
β if that sequence of events does not transpire exactly as described, i will murder you, slowly. β
β this is your fault. β
β if we stay here, we're fucked. β
β i can't leave him there, looks like... i killed him. β
β don't be sorry, just be helpful. β
β why did they do that? why did they shoot him? β
β i don't let personal matters get in the way of business. β
β did i say to stop? β
β can you just... can you stop disappointing me? β
β don't shoot anyone until i tell you to. β
β i just like it. what's that called? when you can't stop picturing bullets ripping through human flesh. β
β i don't wanna kill anyone. β
β none of that's secret, it's private. β
β what tracker? there's no tracker, this isn't james bond! β
β i'm keeping us alive. β
β you are the reason that we are running for our lives right now! β
β excuse me for taking an opportunity when i saw one. β
β no one's ever given me shit. β
β we're supposed to be keeping a low profile! β
β i used to have a terrible appetite for destruction on me. β
β do you think we're safe? β
β a great artist knows when to stop. β
β i should have known it was you. β
β you love a grand entrance. β
β your body count shouldn't define you. β
β can we just stop talking about death? β
β how is love going to make you strong? β
β i just fucking killed someone! β
β i hear nothing but empty words from everyone. please, i need you to say something real. β
β people have died. it just needs to stop, doesn't it? β
β breaking and entering is a crime, you know. β
β i know you're withholding information. β
β i bet they're fucking terrified of you. β
β there's no one who will help you out there. β
β people respect me, they listen to me. β
β you're ruthless, i like that. β
β what do you do on a day like this? β
β i don't think i can handle prison. β
β you shot my fucking phone! β
β you don't shoot friends! β
β you better not have broken my nose. β
β will you shut the fuck up! i'm trying to hear a bird. β
β i have a code. β
β bit of fun, never mind the consequences to yourself or anybody else. β
β you're gonna lecture me? you murder people for money! β
β i put up barriers between myself and the world, and there is, there's an isolation. β
β for the first time in my life, i'm making an actual choice. β
β i am not your friend. β
β could i come with you? β
β that wasn't part of the arrangement. β
β you have no idea what i'm capable of. β
β you shouldn't mess with friendship. β
β everywhere the awe-inspiring landscapes, i like to be the one inspiring awe. β
β you can be driven to do extraordinary things, things you didn't even know were inside of you, that no one understands.. β
β some of the things i've done... it's like i'm infected. β
β you can act tough all you want... β
β there's no reason for violence. β
β you're just making it worse. β
β i'm sorry i disappointed you, but you disappointed me too. β
β i'm sick of pretending i'm something i'm not. β
β get away from me, get back! β
β you tried to fucking kill me! β
β you said you wanted us to get to know each other. β
β it's me, i'm getting you out of here. β
β that's my fucking sore leg! β
β because i said to, now do it and shut up. β
β people like me don't get to be in that world. β
β my body, my do-whatever-the-fuck-i-feel-like. β
β friends for life? fucking bollocks. β
β you think i would join you? β
β do not sit there waiting for him to find you! β
β people get hallucinations, there's like treatment for that shit. β
β people see death, they all have the same thought. don't be next, be the survivor. β
β you don't just get something because you say you want it. β
β be someone people want to be around. β
β why is there dead bodies everywhere? β
β you came back. β
β we look out for each other, that's the rule. β
#( sentence. )#sentence starters#sentence meme#rp starters#rp meme#then you run#tv series#crime#drama
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ACK I almost stepped on Jesus on my way home from church! Good thing I missed! Actually if I were writing a movie about persecuted Christians where someone tries to make them trample the cross and stuff, I'd have them say "Sure man, I'll trample the cross, I'll shit on the Bible. You think my God is trapped in there? That I step on him like a bug and he dies? Let's try it and find out!" as per the great thing they discuss in STIGMATA. STIGMATA is the one where Patricia Arquette stars as a sexy raver chick who gets possessed and then sexy priest Gabriel Byrne has to solve a religious mystery with her that changes the world. It's the best movie and you should definitely watch it.
LOVE the tag line on poster #2. Anyway one of the priests who is a main reason I've been going to this great church for a year gave a homily this morning about a piece of scripture I'd heard before, but not in this way. Jesus encounters a cripple at a healing spring in Bethesda and asks him, "Do you want to be made well?", and instead of saying "OH MY GOD YES OF COURSE MAKE ME WELL IMMEDIATELY," the guy starts complaining evasively about how he can never get into the water because everyone else is faster than him. Jesus heals the guy anyway and says "Pick up your mat and walk," and then the guy instantly gets in trouble with the authorities for carrying his mat around on the sabbath, and by extension Jesus is in trouble for working on the sabbath. The Bible usually sounds pretty antique to put it mildly, and therefore kind of alien and artificial, but when I heard that story today suddenly it was like "Oh shit, people really act like this right now. All the time." Somebody asks you what you want and you don't know how to say "I WANT THIS EXACT THING AND I'M READY TO GET IT," you might not even know precisely what you want, or you're just so used to making excuses and being passive aggressive and protecting yourself from disappointment and trying not to be inappropriate that you have no ability to be direct or speak from a place of self-knowledge. And then on the part of the Pharisees, they're so concerned with the litigation of their religion that they can't even see the miraculous evidence of God appearing right before their eyes, they're too blinded by their obsession with technicalities and the pre-fabricated template for divinity to notice that what they would ultimately want is happening now. It doesn't appear in the way they expect it to, so they don't even see it. Modern people are exactly like this. You encounter all these behaviors on a daily basis if you interact with other people at all.
I love this priest and at least one other guy who is really surprising and inspired, enough that I've been going there for a year of my life. But I sometimes feel like I'm leading them on. I love gay people and abortions too much to formally convert, among other reasons. But I also realize that religion is about emotion. You're supposed to love God more even than you concern yourself with his factuality. For me religion is a bit too much of an intellectual exercise. I'm curious about the mechanics of belief, how it rewards people, what kinds of changes it manifests, what it is as a psychological phenomenon. And more abstractly I'm interested in how people seek encounters with the numinous, how they explore deeper meaning through the lens of symbol and allegory. I'm interested in the collective unconscious. Almost my whole life is more of an intellectual exercise than an emotional one, maybe I'm fundamentally not wired to be a religious person. But I do love this church and I love the people in it, and I think it's a net positive for us to get to know a kind of person/people who you don't normally encounter, and get the chance to be kind and curious toward them. Everyone is always welcoming to me even if it seems like they wouldn't like me personally and I find that moving, I embrace the chance to return the favor. I embrace them even though I know they will never watch STIGMATA with me.
#this guy also always stands up for the pharisees#they're just trying to do right by god and by their people#and he uses this rhetoric to remind parishioners not to be antisemitic#star of the sea
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The very last bauble. The very last hangout. As we move towards the conclusion to it all, we've heard from Vivia about what he wants us to bear in mind. Now it's time to hear what guidance Yakou has to offer us.
Oh, okay, we're gonna give him a pep talk. Disappointing to the very end, aren't you?
Really. We're really going to spend the last hangout yet again shilling the OTP that remains mired in the exact same place it was in way back in the Chapter 2 rooftop epilogue?
The answer, Yakou, is that it's not. Things are not going. There's been lots of blushing and lots of awkward pauses but nobody has said or done a single thing yet because writers despise romance despite how hard they try to inject it into their stories.
Ooh, Yuma doesn't know but that is a painful question.
*spit take* NOT SOMETHING TO BRAG ABOUT, FUCKING HELL.
God fucking dammit man. Even if you're making it up, "I was so great at cheating, you wouldn't even BELIEVE" is a terrible thing to make up. It doesn't need to be true to reflect poorly on your values.
I'm going straight back to the homunculus testing site so I can push you dipshit ass off a cliff.
This is the worst final hango--
Why was that Fubuki's final conversation topic!? Ew ew ew ew DX
This is the second-worst final hangout!
...wait.
Hold up.
Is he talking about actual kittens?
Or that, I suppose. Still, the way he chose to play this up has caused my opinion of him to nonetheless sink lower. It's not about whether he did or did not "three- or four-time". It's about the fact that he considers the image he tried to sell to be an admirable presentation of masculinity in the first place.
"LOL It's so cute how they'd get jealous whenever they'd find out about my other girlfriends!" This kind of casual misogyny is exactly the kind of behavior that makes me loathe "guy talk". Men will take one look at you, see a kindred bro, and then proceed to say the grossest shit to you with absolutely no filter whatsoever.
Too late, damage already done. There is no salvaging your reputation from here.
Now we're getting to the meat of it. I expected Yakou to give a counterargument to Vivia, but they seem to be on the same page.
Vivia asks, "Is it always right to reveal a cruel truth?"
Yakou says, "You need to put Kurumi's wellbeing first."
These both feel like things that are going to be important for Yuma to carry with him in the final confrontation with Makoto. Which is why the two baubles were put here.
It's not, and I hate that you think that. This exact mindset, that men only exist for women and nothing else, is a major contributing factor to toxic masculinity.
This conversation must be, like, right before Chapter 5. Yakou's getting ready to carry out Huesca's murder. That's why he's trying to connect with Yuma like this.
Yakou Furiou. I didn't think very highly of him when I met him. But then I got to know him and see new sides to his personality. And through that journey, I was able to learn that I was overestimating him and adjust my opinion even lower.
I don't like Yakou on a personal level. I don't hold his drinking or his grief against him. He's a damaged man who's been through some trauma. But he's also a frequent obstacle who has gross opinions and mostly gets in the way.
Nonetheless, I still stand behind him 100% in the murder of Dr. Huesca. Like I said before, I'm not fond of Yakou the Detective but I adore Yakou the Murderer. That we were all able to pull together and carry off the Crime of the Century to avenge Yakou's wife and assassinate the most well-guarded man in Kanai Ward?
Yeah. I'm proud of that. We did it. Huesca isn't Yakou's victim. He's our victim. We made this happen for Yakou and I have no regrets about it. I'd kill Huesca again if Yuma would let me. Shove him over that railing and let him be a malfunctioning immortal in a pit at the bottom of the secret lab.
Yakou isn't someone I would want to hang out with for an evening. But I'm glad he found his closure, even if this was the only way he could.
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Only Friends Ranking - Ep 3
Just accept that this is going to be a weekly thing, self. Because these mfers keep making me switch it up. I can't even pretend to be annoyed, tbh.
Characters (Most to Least Fave atm)
Boston - not this motherfucker out here doing the most. And not me genuinely not knowing where the truth ends and the lie begins. If it does. Because honestly? Resetting his own virginity sounds exactly like something Mew would do, especially if Ray was too drunk to remember that it ever happened. As far as Mew knows it was just the two of them - it's not like he suspected Boston was being a creep and recording them - and however he felt or feels about Ray it clearly suits him to pretend nothing ever happened. I would fully believe they did have sex, tbh. And I would fully believe it of Boston to hold onto the evidence and play along as if he didn't know for his own ends, until he has a good time to pull it out (like he literally said Mew is a virgin who can't drive to Top in ep 1). I can't even be mad at him for it. I'm too busy cackling with unholy glee. Whatever games everyone is playing, Boston is the one winning at the moment.
Nick - Except this dude right here is now going to be the one in a position to fuck shit up. This dude is set up to go full on insane and a part of me can't wait. Personally, I hope he uses it to blackmail Boston into exclusivity. Why? My own amusement, mostly. I hope he does that and Boston can't do anything but comply (because he does seem absolutely terrified of Mew actually finding out - which is how we all should know that what he's doing probably has very little to do with Mew and much more to do with Boston and Boston's hangups about himself). And then when he finally gets Boston out of his system he should send the file to Mew. As a final goodbye. Yep, he's shady, we knew he was shady, this comes as no surprise to me. Might as well use what he has to get something of what he wants until he can find something or someone new to fixate on.
Sand - I never thought I'd demote him but I'm kind of bored. Whatever I wanted from him, I'm not getting it. I swear to god if he doesn't pick up a baseball bat at some point...but yes, he's just not giving me what I want and that's fine, not every character can be for me. I just feel currently, in ep three, like they gave him the most bland, almost predictable edit: he's gonna fall for Ray's shit despite himself, he probably had an ex that Top fucked and he hates him good for it, he probably had a parent (my guess is dad) who drove drunk or was killed by a drunk driver and now he has trauma surrounding it, he's going to put up with Ray and be jealous of Mew and probably cry from ep 5 on but hey, the good part is that this edit more than likely means that he has the best chance of getting out of this heartbroken but not in prison or dead. Just don't get in a car with Ray again.
There are two things that that kept him in the third spot today and not further down for the severe crime of disappointing me: the first was flipping off Top. That was hilarious. Even though I fully expect the problems between them to be about an ex and not that they are exes (I swear to god my poor bingo card is just gonna have one thing crossed out by the time this show ends; this hurts me why do you have to kill all my TopSand exes dreams, show? Why do you hate fun?), that was a great interaction and I want more. The second is that there are still times when he's looking at Ray that I don't see fondness, reluctant or otherwise. I see a man assessing how likely it is that the animal in front of him is going to bite. But more and more I am beginning to think I'm delusional because the guarded, emotionally unavailable man I sometimes think I see in Sand is not the one I'm getting in scenes like one in the car after the party (actually he was so smiley and easy in that scene I at first thought he was drunk. Have some pride, dude. I know you're twenty two and dumb but yeesh).
So yes. Three because he made me laugh and because I've still got the clown shoes on, if not the facepaint and orange wig.
Mew - I still think he's being manipulative, but not at Top this ep. I don't think it was coincidence that every time Ray's attention strayed from him this ep, he was right there to give him some encouragement. Ray might have been drunk when he confessed to Mew two years ago (and I'm betting he was, it's his whole thing), but you better believe Mew remembers, and I get the impression that for whatever reason - genuine feeling, wanting to be special, boredom, etc - Mew very very much wants to make sure that Ray never really looks away from him. Part of me wonders if he is kinda into him but he also knows what a bad decision he is, so he's waiting for Ray to clean himself up or for someone else to do the work to help Ray clean himself up (hi, Sand!) before he swoops in to claim the well-adjusted person that's left. If so, kudos dude. I mean that. Because the one thing that tends to be true about the fixer uppers is that they rarely stay with the person who puts in the work.
Even with that though, Mew fell flat for me this ep. And frankly I will be a bit annoyed if it turns out that he isn't actually a virgin, not because I think his virginity is Important but because I liked the idea of a virgin being as sexually confident as he is.
But also if he slept with Ray his whole speech in ep one to Top about how he'd get if he slept with him is taking on a whole new light. Just putting that out there.
That said, I do not think that the call to Ray was part of that manipulation, unless it's manipulative to know which person will come help you no matter what. I'd have called Ray too. He's the only one of Mew's friends who will drop any and everything for him, and a tipsy dude needs to sleep. In all fairness he tried Top first (foreshadowing for endgame, maybe?)
Top - He will get a pass from me on the anger if and only if it turned out that Mew and Ray actually fucked and I will tell you why. Because I would be furious too, but not about the virginity thing. Or Ray being the one he slept with. I would be furious because Mew has been harping on honesty this entire time while lying to him about this thing, this thing that he's actually using as both shield and weapon in their little battle of wills. Sure, Top wants to conquer the virgin or whatever and that's weird but I'm not gonna fixate on it because I already know how people get about virgins, especially when they start to get into their twenties (it's always either being almost afraid like virginity is catching or fixating on being the one to take it like it's a raffle prize), but for me personally the lying while demanding honesty is the thing. And Mew does wield his virgin status like a weapon.
But here's the thing. If he isn't. If Boston isn't lying his ass off or manipulating a situation to seem like something it isn't. If he in fact did sleep with Ray two years ago and then just decided to pretend otherwise because as far as he knew no one was the wiser. Now Top knows. He knows that Mew is a liar and that he's not above telling the kind of lies that can break things.
He's been mostly playing by Mew's rules. But if all of that is true...he won't be anymore. And that's where Mew's gonna get way out of his depth. Because as manipulative as Mew can be, I definitely think Top is better when it comes to this kind of game.
The reason he is so low is because he knows better than to just trust Boston's word. He should have asked, or done something else, anything else but just trust that Boston wasn't being a manipulative turd. He knows Boston wants him, he knows that he's got a ruthless streak. And he mostly went to him in the end because he was mad Mew put him off again. It's also because if Boston didn't show him a full on sex tape, then he's not only stupid but he's entitled. A kiss two years ago is nothing. A love confession two years ago is nothing. Hell, sex two years ago is nothing, if it weren't for the lying.
but at least he's not as low as
Ray - I keep seeing that Ray doesn't know what he's doing, following Sand around and begging him for time and attention constantly. Yes he fucking does. He just doesn't care. He's exactly like Boston, only I will give him that he isn't trying to pretend that he's after more than he is to keep Sand around. Sand's big, beautiful, dumb head is doing most of the work there.
Sand is convenient and fun now. Doesn't ask him for anything and lets him basically get away with being a total dick with a smile and a shake of the head. Of course Ray likes him and wants to be around him. But wait until Sand stops being convenient. As all people eventually do.
But no, I don't blame him for picking up Mew's call mid makeout or for leaving Sand to go to him. I wouldn't even if it wasn't that Mew was tipsy and didn't have his key. The dude has said over and over again that he just wants sex. He's given no indication he's going to give anything else - oh, he'll happily demand and take more from Sand for sure, because he's selfish and he doesn't think past his own immediate pleasure when it comes to him - but he's not offering himself. That was never on the table,
He's low because he annoys me. And because I do actually think that he sees that Sand likes him more than he's willing to reciprocate, but he just flat out doesn't care enough about Sand to care if he hurts himself over it. Ray wants what he wants, and if Sand ever even hints that what Ray wants isn't enough for him Ray will throw their FWB status in his face so hard it'll rattle his teeth. We've already seen him do it more than once here, and Sand wasn't even asking for more, just trying to warn Ray how he was coming off!
He'll leave Sand for Mew again, too. Mark my words. It'll happen over and over until Sand (hopefully) finally gets it through his gorgeous skull that he's fighting a battle he can only lose and puts and end to it (and then Ray will probably have a rich kid tantrum about it because his toys aren't allowed to decide he no longer gets to play with them). And then when you throw his alcohol issues into the mix...
I have a feeling Ray saw his only time above the low end of this list last week. It was a good run. I am still delighted that I aggressively dislike this character though. Between this and Kang from Dangerous Romance this is apparently my era to dislike characters played by some of my favorite actors and I am living.
I am not even putting my girl Chueam on the list because she had like four lines this week. But hey, now we know Title is playing her bro! I was wondering when he would show up. And I wonder if he still has some connection to Sand, since he did in that one chart Jojo posted forever and a year ago (I am also wondering if Yo is related to them as well - big sis?)
Relationships
The only relationships I am interested in this week are the ones we don't know much about. Top and Sand, Nick and Sand, Sand and Boston. Kinda sorta Ray and Mew in that I really want to know if they did the do or not (that they will eventually smash is taken as read by me, but I am curious if it happened before too), and whether Mew's apparent disinterest is real or he's just waiting for Ray to get his shit together to be the kind of boyfriend Mew wants.
But if I had to pick an "established" couple (insofar as any of these guys are established, lol), I think I'm most interested in Boston and Nick right now. Least interested in Ray and Sand, but that's par for the course.
Top and Mew I expect to fight Nick and Boston for the number one spot next Sat.
In Conclusion
We're getting some real mess and I for one couldn't be happier. Full speed ahead on the messy train, Nick come on out and go hogwild. Give our boy Boston a run for his money.
I expect we won't see fallout from the car event in the messy olympics for an episode or two. Mew and Top gotta work through the Ray issue (or pretend to), and they both have to settle back into believing that they have the other one right where they want them (or, maybe, actually start to like each other). Nick has to decide what he's gonna do and how much havoc he wants to wreak (my guess is he'll let Boston or Sand talk him into sitting on it for a while, if Boston finds out. But that won't laaaaast). Ray has to maneuver Sand around his own wariness (shouldn't take long) and into the pale imitation of what he really wants with someone else.
They've all gotta get comfortable. But not too comfortable. What would be the fun in that?
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with the apollo justice ports around the corner I finally made a concerted effort to finish AAI. there was a period where i thought i'd play both investigations games AND tgaa before now. lol. lmao even
fandom wasn't kidding that last case can long
miscellaneous spoilers and overall thoughts on AAI1. also it's very long
let's get some good stuff up top to start:
it was pretty funny
the pixel sprites were soooo cute, and most of the character art was nice in general
i liked seeing more of edgeworth and franziska together. this was 80% of the reason i played the game to begin with. stupid little details like the fact that she does, actually, still call him "miles" occasionally were nice to have, and i liked a lot of their bratty sibling interactions
callisto yew was the best lmao i loved her
kay's cute. i gotta disagree with the common fanon that she's literally edgeworth's daughter, on account of it's been two days and someone else has raised her to near adulthood, but being a teenager who shows up sometimes to bother him is a very funny thing for her to be, anyway
the yatagarsu actually being a toxic polycule was funny as shit lmao i love it. and kay at the end saying she wants to find 3 fellow teenage beauties to do it with her fhkldhglkhlfg yes girl end up on reddit queer housing discourse i believe in u babe
i didn't like lang all that much to begin with but once we got to the shih-na reveal i was all in, lmfaoooo. i joked "i hope he eats a poison necklace for her" and five minutes later he was taking a bullet. amazing. in all seriousness their relationship felt like much of what i enjoyed about dahlia and phoenix minus the stuff i felt was stupid. let's hear it for toxic workplace romances. edgey comes out of 3-5 like "well that was a lot" and then meets some new spiky weirdo to have homoerotic rivalry with only to discover that guy is also insane about some evil woman
cammy and ms teneiro were also great. lot of funny women in some of these cases. i like that.
this game could have attempted to sell me on some het romance for edgeworth -- it wouldn't have worked, but i wouldn't have exactly been surprised if it had tried, yknow -- but anyway instead it had miscellaneous women flirt with him while he was consistently baffled and/or oblivious and/or revolted. don't worry mr edgeworth i saw your magenta suit
i think broadly that covers the stuff I liked. which leads me to ... stuff I did not:
this game was... rough, imo. after i finished the trilogy this summer i was excited to play this, in particular because one of my few but key complaints with aa3-5 was that franziska and edgeworth just kind of disappeared and i was hoping this would give more exploration and closure to their characters.
that... did not happen. i felt like i was waiting for it to hit a point and get good for pretty much the entire game; it'd be like "well at least franziska is here soon" "well i want to meet kay" "well there's the baby franziska case" "well it's the finale surely it'll be fun!" and mostly none of that really materialized. largely i found it disappointing and anticlimactic.
i don't think i learned anything new about the existing characters -- edgeworth just kind of seemed to be reiterating lessons we already learned in the trilogy, and i felt they negated a lot of franziska's trilogy development and/or flanderized her a lot. the new characters are ok -- i LOVED yew/shih-na lmfao, and I like Kay, and I eventually came to like Lang once I saw him be unhinged about shih-na. but overall i felt the character work was weaker than I was expecting, and without the investment I have from the trilogy I doubt I'd have finished the game. the bratworth + baby franziska case was my fave of the game, because it was fun to see them together in that period of their lives, but even then I don't think how edgeworth was written makes any real sense with aa1 -- i think trilogy bratworth would take the easy conviction against gumshoe and be done with it. that was like. pretty core to the first three games.
I didn't find anything particularly emotional. I WAS interested in Callisto and her dead sister as compared to Kay and her dead father but, never mind, that was a lie. They tried to convince me KG8 was personal to everyone, but it didn't really feel like it for anyone but Kay -- who I like but met two cases ago, and whose connection to even Edgeworth is tenuous. Like they make it pretty clear Franziska is haunted by that case but ... why? Because she regards it as a semi failure I guess...? Like sure, I guess, but ... that's kind of remote. Compare to the trilogy finale stakes of defendant Edgeworth, Maya kidnapped, Phoenix falling off a bridge + Maya missing... the big threat here was that some guy we just recently met might go on to murder other people we've never met in foreign countries. Objectively yes that's bad, but it's not exactly emotionally gripping, imo.
I feel like the nature of the games and its place in the broader AA universe meant the stakes were off. edgeworth and his allies get accused of murder every five minutes in this game, but none of it ever feels real, because by "accused" they mean the police ask a few questions. in AA terms, this is nothing. there's no detention center or arrest or the threat of a 3 day trial and inexplicable death penalty. i've been saying for ages that i would love to see defendant franziska, everyone else got a turn!!, etc -- and technically this last case gave it to me except, well, she was one of about a dozen people accused over the span of the world's longest case, there's no real threat there, and frankly where's the fun in franziska being accused of murder if not for her to grudgingly accept phoenix as her representation. AAI's determination that everything happen pre-trial means that mostly none of it felt very serious; no one even gets arrested. maybe in a vacuum the threat of arrest would feel like enough, but in a series where you have Maya as Murder Charges Georg it just felt like nothing was really on the line -- what's the worst that happens, they get arrested and they hire phoenix? lol. don't threaten me with a good time!
this post is a million words long so I'll stop there. in conclusion, the worst ace attorney game I have played so far. fortunately(?) for AAI and unfortunately for me, i have not yet played dual destinies or spirit of justice, so stay tuned to see if it gets dethroned, lmfao.
i will, probably, eventually give AAI2 a try, if only to better understand everyone's fanfiction, but my hopes are pretty low.
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Same for you: 12, 19, 23 owo
12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
Ripley.
Like. If we're going for the villain pick, Ripley. I don't think you should think she's a good person - she's not - or that she's nice a woobie or something. She's fucking awful! But she's also awful in a really human, engaging way and I find her so fun to poke. I think a lot of people kind of forget the pure banality of evil, the way these people can have really simple, dull motivations - Ripley wants power and knowledge and she doesn't care how she gets it. Everyone is just a tool or a stepping stone in the goal of that.
And she's canonically a foil to Percy, so that makes her REALLY USEFUL in analysing him - and him in analysing her! - so for all of those people who like a bit of dark!Percy like... Ripley! She is right there!
And she's such a bitch. She refuses to swear despite being someone who tortures people, she's clever enough to replicate guns from second and third hand reports, she's always looking to her own advantage - and she's just. Awful! She's exactly the kind of person who looked at the structural inequality of the Dwendalian Empire and decided to do the amoral shit others got away with because of wealth and when she got arrested for it assumed it was purely because of class differences and not because she's just the Worst.
And the thing is these days there's so much moralising! Oh the villain must be woobified, oh they never did anything wrong at all ever (MCU Loki, Kylo Ren, even the Betrayer Gods in CR!) and frankly fuck that.
Ripley did do shit wrong and that's why I find her engaging. She wilfully tortured people despite it being useless for information gathering! She made guns and spread them around purely to fuck with Percy! She's an awful human being and sometimes it's really fun to look at that in the distance. Over there. Way over there. Down the barrel of a sniper rifle.
Yeah.
If we're doing non-villain, minor-character fic... it's Desmond, it's fucking Desmond, I know he's not really "Unpopular" so much as "ignored" but I don't care! I will fight you all on this hill, that Desmond Otham is so revealing as to Percy's own perception of his own guilt and failure to his family ("I want you to spend the rest of your life making up for the things you allowed to happen" says Percy and WHAT THINGS Percival! This lad is a carriageboy! He's about the same age you were when the massacre happened! What the fuck do you expect him to blame himself for!? Now you blaming yourself on the other hand...)
Plus I just think he's neat! I think he's a great example of someone with a lasting consequence from Percy's reckless actions - one of those people Percy mentions who may not see them as heroes for reasons that are completely justified. And if he is the courier or returns to Whitestone and takes up another job - he's got that reminder the rest of his life. Even away from Vox Machina, he has his maimed hand.
I think he's really cool, fuck everyone who disagrees.
19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...
N/A, I think? There's nothing I like that I'm mad, ashamed or horrified over that I can think of. I like the things I like and I know why I do so I've largely resolved any conflicts I'd have of that kind. I've definitely figured some things out writing fic that kinda annoy me (i.e. I can write smut pretty easily when there's trauma and mental fuckery involved but not like... on it's own) but that's fanfic more than dealing with fandom as a whole or the canon itself.
So uh. N/A!
23. ship you've unwillingly come around to
Again, I think N/A? I don't generally ship things, not to like... shipwar, this is my OTP or else kind of deal. I think that kind of thing is actually really unhealthy and often hoping for that ship can cause people to disconnect from the canon itself in order to back up their warped reading of the text, plus it just sets people up for disappointment! I'm a big believer in creating ships purely for the "I guess this could be neat!" kind of thing, and I don't generally get into it more than that.
Perc'ahlia is the exception, but that wasn't unwilling. They gave me too many fantastic squishy feelings and thinky thoughts, I didn't even hesitate.
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Valentineβs Day Application || accepting
@countlessrealities sent;
Name:Β Rick
Age: 70
Do you like to cuddle?:Β With you? Fuck yeah, baby. I fucking love it. I could spend the whole day cuddling with you...as you know 'cause have done it, more than once ;P
Can we make-out?:Β I'm gonna be fucking disappointed if we don't
A night in or dinner out?:Β Out. I want to take you somewhere special and I have the perfect place in mind <3
Whip cream or chocolate syrup?:Β I can't pick both? Dammit. I guess the syrup then. It takes more effort to lick it off, if you get what I mean~
Chocolates and roses?:Β I'm gonna say "roses" because I want to get you flowers, but not the Earthen kind
What makes you a good Valentine?:Β I know you, inside out, more than anyone else. I know exactly what you like and what you need and I'm ready to go to the end of the multiverse and back to give it to you. You're the love of my life, and if you agree to spend the day with me, I'll make it so fucking special that you'll never forget it. And this is a fucking promise, baby
Would you cook for me?:Β Always. I'll make you breakfast in be the next morning because I know that you love it, but I can make us dinner too. With candles and the good plates, silverware and all. Go big or go home, right? And I never go home <3
Would you let me cook for you?:Β If you insist. I'd rather dote on you, but I'm very open to letting you dote on me. Maybe we could compromise and cook together. That's always a lot of fun~
Where would you take me on a date?: There's this asteroid chain a few galaxies away and it stretches around a triple star system. They are fucking rare and this one is particularly beautiful because of the shades of the suns. Especially when they flare. I want to be there and watch it with you
Whoβs paying?:Β I guess we split the bill as per usual. At least for the shit we need to cook us dinner. But hey, I can pay for everything, if you want me to ;)
What did you get me for Valentineβs Day?:Β Damn, I'm not answering this. It would kill the point of making it a surprise, pfffft
[[ my Rick for your Rick || he had to send one in, since yours did with the meme I reblogged x'D ]]
The note from the envelope certainly caught Rick's attention. After all, he filled out something similar, only to hand it off to his boyfriend as a cute little surprise. Though, receiving one back wasn't anything he thought could happen.
And good thing he decided to sit down for this one because, not only did the length of it become something longer than a few second read but, the fact that each word caused him to melt. Soft, fuzzy emotions swirling in his chest. Damn, it was always so strange how easy his counterpart could make him fall so in love with him at any given moment.
Sinking further into the chair, he held the written on paper closer to himself. All he could do was feel how lucky he was. That he could be loved this much. So much that they both could set aside their usual pride and do cute things like this. Something that wouldn't have been expected from either of them if they were with anyone else.
They were each other's exceptions and that was enough to make his heart flutter.
"Well, fuck," He sighed out, smile ever so wide on his face.
Without any second thought, he set the note onto the coffee table. His portal gun out and opening up the swirling green hues. One that would send straight to wherever his boyfriend was. It was time to give a little surprise visit.
#countlessrealities#{ answers ;Β π§ͺ }#{ ic ;Β π§ͺ ; rick }#{ verse ; 'ΙͺΙ΄α΄α΄ α΄Κα΄ α΄Ιͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΙ΄α΄ κ±α΄ΚΙͺα΄' }#{ α΄Ώβ±αΆα΅ βΊ α΄Ώβ±αΆα΅ || κ±α΄α΄Κα΄α΄α΄
α΄‘Ιͺα΄Κ α΄ κ±α΄α΄Κα΄ Ι΄α΄α΄‘ α΄‘α΄'Κα΄ α΄Ι΄ κ°ΙͺΚα΄ }#{ my Rick got really flustered there with all of what your Rick wrote xD }#{ literally left SPEECHLESS fdhsjk }#{ but that won't stop him from going over to proceed to kiss your Rick for a few hours fdshjkfds }
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Yoooo wassuuppp???
How's it goiiinnnn????
Have this ig- I might not make a part 2
Tbh I just whipped this out of my ass lol.
TW: Abuse, Panic attack, uh- idk just bad vibes in general (and bad shit going down too ig-)
Superhero isn't exactly the kind of teacher figure you'd expect him to be towards Hero. So when things started to go south, Hero's friend decided that they needed help fast.
Not Yours Truly
Hero was shaking, even more so when he finally heard the door creak open.
The previous mission did not go as planned. An unexpected ambush happened while trying to sneak into Supervillain's base, leading to the injuries of all the heroes that were gathered there. Hero being the one that was supposed to lead them.
"So, I heard that your little mission went south today, hm?" Superhero deadpanned as they closes the door.
Hero freezes on the chair he was sitting on, not daring to move an inch. They needed to choose their words carefully if they ever wanted to get out of this unharmed.
"Well uh-" They started, desperately trying to form a sentence. "W-we were jumped on and outnumbered-"
"Excuses excuses, Hero. You know I don't like those." Superhero says as he walks towards Hero, not even bothering to sit in his chair. He stops right in front of them, an ominous aura forming around him.
They tried not to squirm at the sight and focused on giving an answer. "Yes sir."
Superhero bends down a bit, locking his eyes onto Hero's. "You know, even though I trained you myself, I'm quite disappointed you turned out this way. After all, you are the strongest Hero below me."
'But there's no way I could match Supervillain!' A tiny voice in the do-gooders head said. 'Between me and the two of you, the only way I'd match is if my power was 10Γ stronger!'
But they bit theired young back and just look away in shame. Hero couldn't do this. They can't believe that they couldn't do this! They were supposed to be strong!
"Look at me Hero," Superhero growled. His face darkens as he forcefully turns their head with his hand.
"Tell me now, did you really think I'll let this slip? You've humiliated me as your teacher!" Superhero's voice was threatening.
Hero squeaked in fear, causing the latter to smile sinisterly. "You think-" Superhero tightens the hold on Hero's chin, "-that getting this reputation of being the best of the best, is so easy?"
Hero, shaking violently now, shuts his eyes tightly while a few tear drops form from the side of his eyes. He knows Superhero can do worse, and he knows for a fact that he might just do that.
"I-"
"Hush, now. I have a suitable punishment for you. Just be good and it'll be over." Superhero carries Hero by their hair, in return causing Hero to whine loudly.
There was no way they could escape this one. The door was probably locked and the whole room was soundproof. They should have seen this coming honestly, but they thought that as long as they behaved, Superhero would spare them. They thought that he might decide to not waste his time on them. To spare them.
But they were wrong. And they were about to pay the price for thinking that they weren't.
It's been a week since Villain has last seen Hero anywhere. And truth be told, they were getting worried. Ever since they've heard that Hero had led a group to try and infiltrate Supervillain's base, they've been worried sick.
They even confronted Supervillain themselves.
But as it turns out, even Supervillain didn't know where "that pestering do-gooder" was. It all led to a dead end.
That was until Henchman brought in a beaten-up-looking Sidekick. The Sidekick in question had her arm around Henchman's shoulder, bruises and wounds littered her body as they slowly limped their way towards Villain.
"Henchman- what is she doing here? And- what happened to her?" They asked a bit flabbergasted. They've seen Sidekick beaten up at times, yes, but this one looked brutal. Everyone knew she could hold her own well enough.
"She has something to say about Hero.." Muttered Henchman, more worried about the person he was holding.
Villain sits up, now interested. Whatever she had to say, if it's about Hero then she can count on them.
"P-please, Hero- a-and Other Hero- they-" Sidekick tried, but failed to say, and went into a fitting cough.
"What about them?"
"Superhero a-and his comrades- they're so brutal- they-" she broke into a sob, barely able to finish the sentence.
Villain was already tense enough, but from the sound of it, Superhero must have done something terrible.
"Just what the hell happened!?" He screamed.
"When we failed to- hic- infultrate Supervillain- Superhero was furious and, and he- hic- beat us up for it-" She sputtered.
"When we heard- that Hero was in Superhero's "care", we knew that- we wouldn't be able to do much- so the others- when Superhero's team finished with us, we- we agreed to save Hero- but we need your help and-" Sidekick let herself collapse onto the floor, she knelt and kept on begging Villain.
"Please! Hero, they're- probably so-" she cried. "O-our last cooperation- you said-"
"That I'd help Hero if I was feeling like it. Yes. I know." Villain was almost done dressing up. "That bitch Superhero..."
Sidekick, finally deciding to raise their head was shocked to find Villain now leaving.
"One last thing-" the Villain turned their heads towards the do-gooder. "Where is Hero right now?"
"W-we're assuming that they're at S-superhero's place. Inside HHQ." Sidekick sniffled, a bit dizzy as the adrenaline started to fade.
Villain turns back and smirks evilly, knowing that around this time of the day, there were few heroes at HHQ.
"Henchman, take care of Sidekick. Also prepare a guest room please."
He walks away as he hears the grunt of Henchman.
Superhero, you've made a grave mistake.
Part 2(??maybe not??)
#villian x hero#hero x villain#hero whumpee#sidekick#not a prompt#snippet#angst#abuse#tw#idk wtf i just made but here have this ig
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Zeus Brundle Ch5 [1~6]
Previously on Ch4! Liz successfully completes her long-awaited first Prefect trial. She seems to have become quite close to him in the process, but aren't those descriptions too much?!
A subheading that leaves me with no idea what itβs about
Ahem, Eli mentioned that Klaus would be giving a special lesson.
And here comesβ¦
How many more times am I going to watch this shit
I heard the year Zeus' route came out was fucking 2018, not 2015
That's outdated code that can't even be used as a comedy item dammit!!!
that face
that "I don't give a fuck, I just wanna go home" face
this fan club stuff is shit, but he's really hilarious at least
really... hilarious
Turns out that the Night Class was combining with them. Taking classes together means that they judged that Liz's class and the Night Class students' education levels were similar�
Is this right
Exactly
I'll let it slide that fucking attitude⦠that's what I want to say. Schools and academies exist to improve the level of knowledge of many people. And to ensure effective operation, wouldn't it be beneficial to categorize students based on their proficiency levels? It's not for nothing that we have grade levels, skipping grades, or graduating early
I disagree with the current Headmaster's opinion that Day and Night Classes should be combined in the first place, as long as 'there is a clear gap between the two classes' setting exists
But apart from that, this is kind of bad
Okay, I get it. I get it that guy is reckless and full of pride. But saying it out loud is a bitβ¦
what did I hear
this is⦠too much, don't you think
Is that what you have to say as the Prefect? Is it okay for a student representative to belittle students like that?
If you were going to combine that guy with the Day Class guys, you should have at least provided them with a basic mindset...
Is this right?
Is this what you wanted, Headmaster?
I'd be fucking disappointed if you said yes to that guy
But seeing as you don't deny it, you also have the mindset to look down on them, right?
Yeah well, I understand. They probably look like bugs from your perspective
It just⦠leaves a bad taste in my mouth, that's all.
Eli couldn't take it anymore, so he retorted. nice assist
what was that
you
Do you know what kind of complex he has? Have you ever thought about the impact your words will have?
He lacks human qualities, let alone romanceable qualities
Is this right
Is this kind of description acceptable? We're on his route now
Is this what they intended? For real?
Honestly, I could accept his "behavior used at a certain purpose". I could think oh this is good ol' clichΓ©~ and move on
but this is
this is too much
Ah, is that so?
Yeah, I guess the only people around you were flatterers, only praising you even when you spit words like that
And you won't have any problem living like that for the rest of your life, because you are a talented prodigy and have a great family and background
I said earlier that I feel somehow attractive to him⦠I'll take that back. I was too quick to judge
this guy is hopeless
this is⦠not good
not goot at all
I indeed like characters with damn personality, but this isβ¦
nah
this is so fucking disappointing
I never thought him to say that
hah
were you this kind of character
I'm so, so disappointed in you right now
If you don't want to hear it, don't.
What more can I expect from you
I don't think it's any of my business anymore no matter what you do
Well they said he'll change later but you know. It's not like that bastard is going to apologize sincerely to the Day Class guys
I don't think this game will take that seriously in the first place~
(But I still have some expectations left so please)
Well⦠They tried to cheer up the mood somehow, but it didn't work. They failed.
Liz, you work hard to educate him or whatever you do. I have absolutely no intention of joining here
This scene would have been so funny if it weren't for that series of remarks.
You, just stick with him
Don't even think about escaping
Live your entire life taking care of him like that
shush
And here comes Klaus
They'll fight again right?
The most pitiful ones here are the normal Day Class boys
a bastard picked a fight with them
but they can't retort
besides girls rather like him
the curriculum is an armchair theory that pretends to be flexible
the class atmosphere is shit
If this atmosphere continues, if it were me, I would seriously consider transferring
look
the day < night perception has already spread throughout the academy
can education be properly achieved in an environment that continually reminds people that they're in an 'inferior group'
Anyway, Day class is finally learning dark magic too.
gyakk
hello, I like 'those unqualified to handle dark magic' dude
While Klaus was teaching class, Zeus was sleeping next to Liz
Yeah, all Night Class was already learned about it, so I understand that it's boring... but...
Klaus told Liz to wake up Zeus, and she somehow woke up him.
zip that fucking mouth
what
WHAT
why her
what the heck
she was listening to your class
ha????
Tlqkf
no fucking way
are you kidding me
hah
I hate this academy
I don't like it all
if I were the judge and he was the candidate, I would understand. because the judge should lead the candidate
but it's the fucking opposite
ah fuck
yeah
go away
get outβ¦β¦
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I already had it all (Carla x reader)
For @midnight-lestrange i hope you like it!
a/n: i didn't put the smut scene here because this was already too long. But let me know if you want me to write it!
a/n 2: I...I really didn't watch Ty's scenes. I just skipped them so, I'm sorry if this was OOC for him. But I won't apologise for anything else bc we all know Carla deserved a girlfriend.
#GiveCarlaAGirlfrendChallenge
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You rolled your eyes and sighed when Carla came into the house crying. You didn't even ask, you already knew the story.
Isis looked at her daughter, then at you and subtly took her grandson's arm to leave you two alone. Jackson didn't even bother to look at his mom as he got up. They said goodbye to you before disappearing into their rooms. You didn't turn to the woman until you saw Jackson close his door.
Carla looked at you for a moment, feeling like a stranger in her own home.
"What did he do now?" you said.
Usually, you'd run to her side, hug her, and let her cry for a while while she sobbed and told you whatever it was that made her fight with Ty at the time. God, how you hated that man.
Not only did he have an amazing woman like Carla at his feet, but he also had the door open for a beautiful (if a bit messy) family. And the only thing that seemed to matter to him was how good was his girlfriend in bed.
Hell, the guy hadn't even bothered to properly introduce himself to the son of the woman he was fucking!! Isis had told you how he had shown up at Christmas, making out with Carla while Jackson just waved from the table.
It made you want to throw up.
Although, the woman was not helping either. Carla was your best friend, she had been for years! She was the first to welcome you to the spa, the one who made you laugh at your worst and made you do stupid things when she took you to the bar.
You loved spending time with her.
But Ty...he had changed her. You didn't want to be unfair to him, but since he hadn't bothered to introduce himself to you either, you'd still hate him. Well...you would hate him even if he turned out to be a nice guy, because he had what you couldn't.
You weren't sure exactly when you started falling in love with your best friend, but you did. For months you had become aware of how much you loved her, how much you wanted to be with her at every possible moment, how butterflies flooded your stomach when you heard her laugh, how your cheeks would blush when you were too close to her. You loved everything about her.
And everything that came with the woman. You got along wonderfully with Isis, who was seriously trying to be a better mother to her daughter. And you couldn't even begin to describe the love you felt for Jackson. That boy was a treasure! And it broke your heart that most seemed to prefer to ignore him.
"Y/N, are you even listening to me?" Carla's voice brought you back to the present.
"No" you admitted, looking straight at her "Not really"
Carla looked at you as if you had grown another head. She didn't expect you to say that. The woman didnβt know what was happening with you lately, you were usually tender, kind and supported her in everything. But in the last few weeks, you have become more distant and cold.
Although only with her. It seemed that the further you got away from Carla, the closer you got to Isis. She didn't want to admit it, but she felt a pang of jealousy and fear that her mother was stealing her...her best friend. It didn't make a lot of sense, but...
"Break up with him" you said suddenly
"What?" she blinked
"Break up with Ty" you repeated "Carla, he's not good for you. He's hurting you."
"That is not true"
"Then why did you come crying?" you crossed your arms
"You would know if you had listened to me" she told you, crossing her arms too
"I'm not talking about just now and we both know it" you said "This has been going on for weeks Carla!"
"It's not true" she insisted
"It's a routine at this point. You go out with him, disappear for hours, Jackson calls me to go get him, I stay here until you come back with tears in your eyes, I listen to you, you βbreakβ with him for a few days and then he smiles and you fall again. We all know the routine Carla! Isis doesn't even risk burning the kitchen anymore! She just waits until I get home to make dinner"
"Mom dines with you?" she asked, feeling that terror and jealousy build up inside her.
"And with Jackson" you reminded her.
"Since when?"
"Since you started ditching them for Ty, but that's not the point!" you frowned "The point is that you are no longer you, Carla, and it's his fault"
"That is not true!" she growled "I'm as me as ever"
"No" you said to her "The Carla I knew loved herself, wanted to rebuild a relationship with her mother and loved her son above everything else. The Carla I knew made jokes about Jackson, but it was to prevent others from doing it. My Carla would never have let a man make her cry. "
The woman froze a bit when you called her "My Carla." The heat in her chest returned, like every time you said something nice about her.
"Y/N-"
"No" you interrupted her "You're going to listen to me Dunkler! Because I'm sick of seeing you arrive like this! I'm sick of that idiot using you for your body and you letting him. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe he really feels something for you, but until he does a better job proving it, I won't change my mind. I'm also sick of seeing him take you away from your family. You said you wanted a better relationship with your mother, but Isis hasn't seen you properly in days. Ty hasn't even tried to get closer to Jackson, the SON of the woman he supposedly loves, to get to know him better! "
Carla looked at you in surprise. This was a whole new side. You have never lost your cool this way. And she hated herself for finding it a little hot.
"He's the only one who has really stayed with me for more than one night, Y/N" she said weakly. She knew it was a terrible reason, but it was the truth.
"So you will just let him do what he wants because you're afraid of being alone?!" you asked incredulous
"No! I-I really like him!" she said but it felt like a huge lie and that...that surprised her
"It's not fair Carla" you continued "It is not fair that you offer him all this! It is not fair that he has at his disposal a child as wonderful as Jackson and a mother-in-law as great as Isis. It is not fair that he has such a wonderful woman like you, a beautiful, hardworking and brave woman. He doesn't deserve you "
"You keep saying that because you don't know what it's like to be alone for so long! You don't know what it's like to feel like you're not enough for anyone!"
"I DO!" you yelled
"No you don't!" she yelled back at you "You are so perfect and cute and you have everyone at your feet! You can have whoever you want! So no, you don't know what it's like not to be enough for someone!"
"I do it because I've never been enough for you!" you growled "Because you've never seen me as anything more than a friend! And I hate you for that! I hate you because you come and flirt with me and then you go with him! I hate you because you gave him everything I've ever wanted! I hate him because he has what I can't have! AND I HATE YOU BECAUSE I CAN'T REALLY HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN LOVE YOU AND YOU DON'T EVEN NOTICE IT!!!"
Carla froze in her place, staring at you. Her mind had gone blank. It took you a few moments to realize what you had said and you gasped as the realization hit you. You had confessed your feelings to her in the worst possible way. Shit.
"...I'd better go" you said hastily
You took your bag and took advantage of the fact that the woman still looked surprised to quickly pass her, almost running out of the house and to your car.
Carla just watched you go, not knowing what to do or what to think. What the fuck had just happened?
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You cried all the way home. You cursed yourself a thousand times for being such an idiot. How could you do that? You had promised to always be there for her and now you had ruined everything! There was no way in the world that Carla could forgive you for this.
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"Still here?" Isis asked, making her daughter jump "You've been staring at the wall for the last hour."
Carla frowned and turned her gaze away.
"Come on, get your fucking ass up and do something!" Isis insisted
"About what?"
"Oh don't play dumb with me. Jackson and I heard everything."
"What? Did you spy on us?" Carla asked a little angry
"Of course not! Your screams were heard throughout the house. I'm sure the neighbors heard too"
Carla blushed and looked at the ground before taking another gulp of her beer. Isis rolled her eyes and snatched it away.
"Ey!"
"Get out of here!"
Carla sighed "What do you want me to do? All that doesn't change anything"
"You're a terrible liar" the older woman scoffed "You've been drowning in your own misery since before I came back. You settled for that idiot just to not be left alone and now that you have a chance to have someone better, you will stay here getting drunk? I'm disappointed "
"Disappointed? It's something you would do yourself" Carla scoffed
"It's not true" Isis said, not bothered by her daughter's words "I would at least fuck her first"
"Mom!"
"What? She's pretty, she has a good body and-"
"Stop it! I don't need to hear my mother talk about how sexy my best friend is"
"Then pick up your sorry butt and go get her" she said, smiling at her daughter's jealous tone "You have the key to her house, use it"
"Mom-"
"I'll keep talking about her body if you don't. Did you know that she has a couple of moles near her right boobie? I loaned her a blouse once and-"
"And I'm leaving" Carla jumped up, taking her keychain
"I'm staying with Jackson, don't come back later" Isis winked
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You frowned when you heard the front door open. You were sure you had locked it. Your heart raced and you felt fear wash over you as you came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around your body.
You grabbed a baseball bat that was near your bedroom door (thank goodness you were training with Jackson) and walked slowly down the hall to the living room.
"Y/N?"
You froze before frowning.
"Carla? What are you doing here?"
The woman looked you up and down and you blushed when her eyes stopped for a moment on your chest. She cleared her throat before speaking again.
"I wanted to talk to you but maybe I should wait until you don't have a bat in your hand" she teased lightly
You noticed that you were still holding the wooden stick tightly in your hand. Blushing even more, you leaned it against the wall. When you turned around again, you saw that your friend had approached and she was a few inches from you. You swallowed audibly.
All the way here, Carla had thought and gone over the words she would say to you, she had planned a whole speech for you, and god knows she hated speeches. But she had got her entire cassette erased by seeing you like this.
It was the first time she had admitted to herself that she really found you attractive. A part of her began to wonder if the whole Ty thing hadn't also been in part not to acknowledge her feelings for you.
"Carla?" you mumbled after a whileΒ
"Sorry" she jumped a little "I-"
"No, no. I'm sorry" you said "You didn't have to come here to tell me to stay away. You could have sent a message-"
"Why would I tell you to stay away?" she asked with a frown.
You blinked. An hour and she had already forgotten what you had said? You should be grateful, but it honestly hurt you.
"What I said at your house, I...I shouldn't have done it" you sighed
"So it wasn't true?" she asked carefully "Was everything you said a lie?"
"No!" You almost screamed "I just...it wasn't the way and I- I didn't mean to-"
Carla smiled slightly as she watched you babble in front of her. God, how had she not realized how adorable you were? Your lower lip was even trembling.
But she knew you. She knew that once you got flustered and started babbling, there was no stopping you. And she didn't have the time for that, no matter how beautiful you looked doing it. So she only had one option.
You gasped when your friend pounced on you, pressing you against the wall and kissing you deeply. Her hands immediately went to your hips and you moaned against your will when she pressed her chest against yours.
It took you a few moments to recover, but you wrapped your arms around her neck when you did, returning the affection. You didn't know what would happen when youβd ran out of air and had to talk, but to hell with that. You would enjoy the fact that she was kissing you, as you had wanted for so long.
If there was one thing Carla hated more than people themselves, it was having to talk about her feelings, especially this kind. So when you broke the kiss, her mouth immediately traveled to your neck.
You moaned a little when you felt her tongue on your skin. You wanted to continue, you needed to feel her, let her take you right there, but there was still a hideously rational part of you. So you pushed her gently, making her look at you.
"I love you" you whispered "...but I can't be another one of your one night stands"
The woman's heart broke a little when she looked into your eyes. She saw the fear you were feeling, but she also saw love. Love directed at her. No one had ever looked at her like that, not her ex husband, not Ty, no one.
"You arenβt" she promised
"Carla-"
"I swear you are not" she interrupted you. Suddenly, her brain seemed to wake up and the words she had practiced in the car fell out of her mouth "I'm sorry it took me so long, I'm sorry I was so stupid. I was so afraid of being alone, of not deserving of anyone, that I ended up accepting the first thing I could. But now I know that I love you "
"You're lying" you whispered "You...don't feel that way about me"
"I do" she promised
"And why didn't you say anything before?"
"I was scared. I took you for granted, because you were always there for me, no matter what. I ignored my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, the jealousy when I saw you too close to my mother. I didn't want to admit how I felt about you. And I didn't realize that I already had everything I ever wanted in front of me. I'm sorry. "
You looked into her eyes, searching for any trace of lies or mockery. But you didn't find it. She was telling the truth, she reciprocated your feelings.
You smiled at her and pulled her to you for another deep kiss. This time it was she who moaned against your mouth. The two of you poured all your feelings into that kiss, all the tension that you didn't even know had built up between you two.
Carla pulled away and felt a twinge of pride when she saw your swollen lips and the blush that ran from your cheeks to your neck. God you were beautiful.
"Carla I-"
"Shhh, no" she shut you up "you know I suck at this and that I hate romanticism. I already used up what little self-control I had"
You laughed a bit and she wiped away the tears you didn't even know had started to fall down your cheeks. She kissed you again and her hands lifted the towel a little over your thighs.
"Carla-"
"My mother has unsettlingly clear ideas about your body" she said abruptly "Something about lending you a blouse?"
"Oh...that" you laughed nervously "Yeah.. maybe I tried it on in front of her" you admitted
"Well, thank you very much, now I have to live with the knowledge that my mother has seen more of my girlfriend's body than I have."
"Girlfriend?" you smirked
Carla froze. Her cheeks quickly turned red and her eyes couldn't meet your face.
"I-I, w-well, I mean, m-maybe I should have waited a little longer, I-I just thought that-"
You cut her adorable and nervous babbling with a deep kiss that she happily returned.
"Take me to bed, then we discuss the status of our relationship" you said
"Deal"
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Isis smirked behind her beer when Carla groaned as you and Jackson yelled at her to run. She had no idea how you had managed to convince her to play with you, but here you were.
She suspected that it had little to do with being a "good mother to her son" and more to do with the shorts you were wearing. Either way, Isis was happy that her daughter found what she had been searching for so long.
You laughed when your girlfriend came back to your side with the ball in her hand. Her face was red from exhaustion and she was already sweating. She grunted a little but you pecked her lips to calm her down.
"I really hate this game" she muttered
"It doesn't matter, your girlfriend and your son love it. You'll get used to it" you joked.
You were about to kiss her again when you saw a figure walking towards you. You frowned and your grip tightened on the bat. Carla looked at you confused before following your gaze. She froze when she saw Ty walking towards you two with a bouquet of roses.
"I guess we got to the part where you forgive him" you whispered.
She looked at you and frowned. She intertwined her fingers with yours and kissed you on the cheek.
"Never again" she promised you.
You smiled at her and the two of you waited for Ty to be in front of you. The man looked at Carla, then at your hands and then back at Carla, completely ignoring you.
"We can talk?" He asked her
"No" she answered firmly
"Listen Carla, I made a mistake-"
"Me too" she cut him off "I made the mistake of being with you. To forgive you several times when I knew you would fail me again. No more. Get out of here"
"But-"
"You listened to the lady, buddy. Get out!" You grunted.
"Uh...and you are?" he asked, finally looking at you.
You felt his eyes run up and down your body, stopping a little on your legs. It made you want to throw up and by the way Carla squeezed your hand, you knew she hadn't liked it either. Not one bit.
"My girlfriend" she told him
"Girlfriend?" he scoffed "I thought you didn't want to see more vagi-"
You pointed the bat at his face before he could finish the sentence.
"Unlike you, I know how to use this" you growled "Get out of here before I use your head as a ball"
"You wouldn't" he smiled at you "Hey, there's no need to fight, you two are beautiful and I'm fabulous. Why don't we just put this in bed and be happy?"
You were about to insult him when Carla took the bat from you and used it to hit him hard in the balls. The man doubled over in pain before falling to the ground. You didn't know whether to laugh or feel bad for him.
"This butt is mine" Carla growled, releasing your hand and grabbing one of your buttocks to draw you closer to her "And nobody else's. If you get close to me or my family again, I'm going to hit a home run with your balls"
You held back your laughter and let her drag you out of there, leaving the poor man lying on the ground.
Carla yelled something about going for ice cream, causing Jackson to run to the car. Isis, unlike you, laughed the whole way. You smiled and took one last look at the roses that were now on the ground.
βThat was hotβ you whispered to her. Carla smiled and pecked your lips.
Her hand never left your ass until you got in the car.
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KHβs tags: @midnight-lestrangeβ @emilyprentissslut @mochiadria
#x reader#reader insert#imagine#carla dunkler x y/n#carla dunkler imagine#carla dunkler x reader#carla dunkler#carla x reader#bad moms#gay for kathryn hahn#kathryn hahn imagine#kathryn hahn x reader#givecarlaagirlfriendchallenge
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"Now is when you kiss me"
neighbor!hoseok x reader/oc
word count: +1.5k
genre: fluff
warnings: none
summary: oc never imagined that her neighbor would confess his feelings for her after waking him up in the middle of the night to ask him for help to kill a spider.
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Why did bugs and all that kind of small living beings had to scare you so much? It's been more than an hour since you spotted a huge spider on the ceiling of your bedroom, and now that you knew that the creature was there, you wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully in its presence. You tried to be brave and don't give it too much attention, it wasn't like it was going to suddenly appear on your bed or something like that, was it?
Still staring at it, you thought that maybe if you tried to think positive about spiders it would be easier to let the scariness go away, or maybe if you named it you could actually become close friends and have it as your roommate from now on.
Ok, that was ridiculous. You really needed to find a way to kill it, because otherwise you would spent the rest of the night with your eyes fully focused on your little new pet.
After debating with yourself, you decided to get up and make your way to your neighbor's front door, you'd ask him to kill it, he'd do it fastly, and then you'd be able to sleep at peace.
You met him the same day you moved to your apartment, coincidentally he was moving to his apartment the same day as you, so both of you ended up helping each other out. Since then you've been good friends, you didn't spend a lot time together because he was occupied most of the time when you were off work, but every so often you'd end up having dinner with him and talking for the rest of the night at his place and vice versa.
You knew quite lot of personal issues about him, and he knew almost everything about you, even though you didn't spend a lot of time together like you'd want to, you could definitely say that he was one of your closest friend, you just knew you could trust him everything no matter what.
"Hey there, is everything ok?" he really took his time to opened the door, and you noticed right away that it was because you just had woken him up.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't think you were sleeping, you can go back to sleep if I'm bothering you" you really felt bad for interrupting his sleep.
"Don't worry, do you want to come in?" he said as he make you space to let you in.
"Actually, would you mind helping me with something?" there it was when you realized how dumb you'd look once you tell him the specific reason why you were there.
"Anything you need" You gave him a smile and he followed you to your apartment, more specifically your bedroom.
"This may sound ridiculous but there is spider right there and I'm too coward to kill it myself, can you help me?" you said as you pointed at the place where the arachnid was, luckily it hasn't moved a bit all this time.
"Oh" that was all he said when he spotted it. "I've never told you this, but I really hate spiders"
Oh god.
"Then there is no way you can kill it right? I mean I completely understand if you can't, I should be the one dealing with this"
You felt so bad, first you woke him up and then you ask him to kill a spider for you when he hates them just as much as you. Maybe other person would cursed at you for doing all of that, but thanks god your neighbor was hoseok, there was no way he would get pissed at you for this.
"Look, what if we both try to kill it together? it could be less scary, don't you think?" he was no longer looking at the spider but you now.
"I think that's a great idea" you said as you nodded. "How do we do it then?"
He meditated for a moment and then said "Listen, I have a plan and I think it'll work, we need two mops, tape and a shoe. wait here, I'll bring a mop from my apartment" he made his way out of the bedroom and you stayed there just like he said.
You really wanted to know his plan because you couldn't really tell what he had in mind.
"I got it" he came back a minute later holding the mop with his right hand and a roll of tape in the other. "I brought tape too just in case you didn't have" he sat on your bed and took one of his shoes off.
"I'll go to the kitchen to find mine" you had used it to mop the floor today so you knew exactly where you left it.
Once you got it, you return to your bedroom and you found hoseok fully submerged in his creation, he was taping his shoe to the end of the mop stick.
"I'm really curious about this, would you mind telling me what are youdoing?" you chuckled at the sight, the scene was somehow funny to you.
"This is what we're gonna do, one of us will use the mop you have there to touch the spider, then it'll fall to the ground, once we have it on the ground the other will kill it with the shoe, thanks to my great invention we won't need to get close to it to kill it" it was actually such a good plan.
"Your mind amazes me, I think you can make great money with that invention of yours, I'd buy it" he smiled proudly.
"Who's going to do the dirty work then?" he asked but you didn't answer because something was wrong.
"Hobi, the spider is gone" you both were now staring at the ceiling with your mouths slightly opened. "I think the spider felt we were going to do something, you know?" he turned his attention back to you.
"It was a great idea though" he said disappointed.
You couldn't kill the spider but at least you got to spend some time with him. No one knew it, but you like him, and a lot.
You just can't believe how someone could be such a good person. For you, there wasn't anything bad about him, he is so kind to everyone, always offering help to other people, even if he didn't try it he just made everyone's day better, and you could keep on going with the list all day.
"Oh shit" he said as he touched the back of his pants as if he was looking for something.
"What happened?" you said getting a bit closer to him.
"I left my keys inside of the apartment when I went to look for the things" he had both of his hands grabbing the sides of his head.
"You can stay here tonight if you want" you said shyly. The thought of him staying at your place for the night made your cheeks turn red, even if you were going to sleep in separate room.
"Are you sure? Yoongi has a copy of my keys, I can ask him to come and bring them, you don't have to worry" you know he said that because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or something like that, but something he didn't know was that you actually wanted him there.
"I insist, stay here" you said as you grabbed one of his hands without thinking twice, it was the first time you did something like that with him, and you could feel the butterflies in the stomach, you felt like you were fifteen again.
He didn't respond right away so you realized that maybe he was the one feeling uncomfortable right now. You let go of his hand and took a step back "If you don't want to stay here I can wait with you until Yoongi arrives with the keys" maybe it was too soon to ask him to stay for the rest of the night.
"I'll stay, I want to stay here with you tonight" you didn't expect him to grab your hand but he did, look how the tables had turned. "Can I tell you something?" he asked almost whispering and you nodded. "I like you" he said all of a sudden.
Ok, you were definitely not expecting that at all. You were perplexed, you didn't know how to react to his confession, it actually felt like you were dreaming.
"Am I dreaming right now? Are you real?" you gently touched his cheek with one finger.
"You are not dreaming at all, and the real me just told you that he likes you" he was looking at you so adorably.
"So if this is real, I'd love to tell you that I like you too" you could feel your cheeks turning red again.
"My hands feel cold, excuse me" he said that just as an excuse to hold your face with his hands and you couldn't help but smile.
"My lips feel cold" you seriously didn't know where was that confidence coming from.
"I think I can help you with that if you let me" he knew what you wanted but he just wanted to make sure that he had your permission.
"Now is when you kiss me" you slowly placed your arms around his neck and before you noticed he was already pressing his lips against yours.
You've always wanted to know how his kisses would feel, and now you can totally say that you won't ever get tired of them.
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Souls ties - Part 3 (Bucky Barnes au)
"I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met"
The sun had set a while ago and the band had been replaced by speakers, meaning the party was coming to an end, even though you still hadn't properly talked to Bucky. YouΒ knew you probably should've payed more attention to your own husband but Darren seemed to enjoy himself more around his college friends. It would've driven you mad, had it been a regular party. Oddly enough, his behaviour that night didn't bother you as much as it should've. One might say your attention was elsewhere. It was late, and you were thirsty for water after all the champagne and hors-d'oeuvres you'd had. You were positive your rosy cheeks attested for it. At the bar, you took a minute for yourself and sat down, taking this occasion to relieve your feet from your high-heel shoes. The night's fresh air made the hair on your neck stand on end and your body's instinct was to shiver, even though the weather was still quite nice. Your body tensed up as you felt a presence at your side.
"Feeling a little tired there?" he asked. You were starting to know this voice now, and it was like music to your ears.
"I needed to be away from the crowd for a moment," you confessed.
"Oh, I can leave if you want."
This made you look at him instantly. "No, stay." You realised how pressing you must've sound and chuckled at his confused eyes β which had a beautiful shade of blue in the moonlight. "I mean...I didn't want to get awayΒ from you, specifically. Sorry if it sounded that way."
"I'd get it, you know," Bucky said. "What happened earlier..."
"...was disturbing for us both, I assume."
Bucky didn't say anything about you interrupting him. It felt natural, actually, almost like finishing his sentence rather than rudely stopping him mid-speech.Β "Yeah, exactly," he continued. "I'm really sorry if that caused you...any pain or something."
"What? The coffee?" you asked naΓ―vely. "Don't worry, it wasn't thatΒ hot," you said with a wink.
A faint smile appeared on Bucky's lips, making you notice both how he hadn't smiled much until then and that it lightened up his face in a touching way.
"I meant pain as in fear, or anxiety. Your wedding mustn't be the place you expected to hear those words." He looked you in the eyes and youΒ shivered once more. "Are you cold?"
You shook your head no before looking down to your knees. His eyes on you were making youΒ feel all sorts of ways you wouldn't dream of sharing with anyone. "No, I'm not," you said. Taking a careful breath in, you decided to glance at him. Your eyes paused at the same time as your lungs, taken away by the beauty of the man's face. Something behind his blue iris was beyond description and drove you even more eager to get to know him, his story, his passions and pet-peeves, his everything. He'd seemed to have stopped breathing for a second as well, but you weren't entirely sure it hadn't been a figment of your imagination.
"Maybe we should go back to the others," you whispered. You tried getting off your stool and slipped next to your shoe. Bucky moved fast to grab you with his arm and prevent you from hitting the ground. His grip was firm βΒ Β exaggeratedlyΒ firm. You brushed off the sensation of his leather glove on your back and thanked him hastily before going back to Steve.
"Are you okay?" he asked, lowering his voice.
"Yeah, sure." You knew he wasn't fooled by your answer ; Steve knew you better than you knew yourself. Bucky stayed silent for a while after that, and neither of you seemed to fathom what to do next.
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"Ready to go, honey?"
You opened surprised eyes at Darren's question. It was barely past midnight.
"Darren, we can't leave before the other guests, c'mon..."
Your husband looked disappointed and now that most of your shock had gone away, his attitude was slowly driving you mad, especially when you gave deeper thought to his actions and words throughout the day.
"Do you even want to be here at all?" you asked him, somewhat dryly.
"Calm down, y/n. We've been here forever and I wanna rest for the night. Is that too much to ask?"
"Resting on your wedding night? Yeah,Β that'sΒ a lotΒ to ask for," you replied. "I thought we were going to party until the end and have fun with our friends before going home. Consensual marriage is supposed to be celebrated, don't you know that? Ugh, you really are a buzzkill sometimes."
"Wow, easy there. If you want to stay,Β fine. But I'm going home."
"Are you serious right now?" Your stomach was burning with anger and disappointment. You loved Darren, but this kind of behaviour had become a habit of his. "You're going to leave me alone at ourΒ wedding party?"
"You're not alone, you have Steve and Wanda and...whoever that guy is over there. Enjoy the rest of your night."
"Damn it, Darren, that's not fair!"
Wanda's eyes turning towards you made you realise how loud your voices had been and you lowered yours a notch.
"Fine, go home. But don't expect me to be all smiles when I join you, if I even do."
Upon those words, you turned around and walked away from him. You were perfectly aware that there was no point in reasoning with him at this point. You ended up going back to your group and were surprised to see that Steve and Wanda had walked away as well, leaving Bucky alone.
"Where are theyΒ going?" you asked, still angry from what'd just happened.
"They're grabbing more drinks. Wanda said she'd choose something for you since you were...busy."
You brought your hand to your forehead, ashamed that he'd heard you losing your temper.
"Sorry about that. He's just...difficult, sometimes."
"I saw that," he said with his hands in his pockets, "and no need to be sorry." You could see him take a deep breath in before he kept talking, evenΒ though he was trying hard to look as calm and composed as possible. "Come, let's take a walk. It'll help you blow off some steam."
You followed Bucky through the garden and as you drifted away from the crowd, hearing less and less voices, a soothing feeling filled your body and mind. You took deep breaths in and deep breaths out, taking in the bucolic smell of the close-by forest. The only thing left bothering you were your shoes, and you made the call to take them off, leaning on Bucky's shoulder without even thinking about it. He stopped to let you do it.
"Here, let me hold them." He gently grabbed your shoes by the heels and carried them for the way.
"Thank you." You took a peek at him and smiled. "How did you know a walk would calm me down?"
"I...IΒ just did," he answered with a shrug. "Did it work?"
"It's starting to." You smiled at him ingenuously, taking in some of his features at the same time. The slight crook of his nose, the rebellious hair on his neck...Β A question was burning your lips. It was just the two of you, so you might as well just ask. "Did you ever give much thought to what your tattoo said?"
He didn't seem taken aback by your question. At least you didn't think he was, even though his emotions were hard to read.
"Not really. I just assumed someone would pay me a compliment out of the blueΒ and confuse the hell out of me." He chuckled for the first time since you'd met him and you got a feeling that didn't happen often. He stopped quickly, as would a kid caught red-handed. "You?"
"I had lots of scenarios in my head. Someone bumping into me, stepping on my feet or even running me over with a car...I mean, that sentence could've been said at many occasions, really."
"It's true, though I don't think saying 'shit, I'm sorry' would be an appropriate apology after running somebody over with a car."
You laughed at his remark and nodded in agreement.
"True. It is only an appropriate apology for spilling coffee all over someone," you teased.
You couldn't even hear the music the speakers were playing anymore, only the insects buzzing and leaves brushing against each other. As you walked, you got dangerously closer to Bucky. You knew what your body was doing, where your legs were taking you, but you had no idea whyΒ they were doing it. You shouldn't have been standing so close to him, especially on your wedding night. Your hand accidentally brushed against his leather glove and he moved away. His movement wasn't big enough to call it an act of repulsion, but you also didn't know why exactly he didn't want to be close to you.
"I'm sorry," you said. "I just..."
"...want to be close. I know." He sighed and stopped walking. "It's a weird feeling and I didn't think you...I thought you weren't feeling it."
"What? The feeling that draws me to you and that I can't control? Of course I feel that. I've...I've met you hours ago, and yet..."
"You feel a connection that dates to much longer than that," he finished.
"Exactly. I couldn't really put words on it but...yeah. That's what it feels like."
"I'm sorry," he said. "Steve wanted me to come here for some reason and I..."
"Don't say you shouldn't have come, please."
He looked back at you and saw you'd been staring at your feet saying that sentence. His face changed in an instant.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. Not at all, actually... If I hadn't been there tonight, you might have actually enjoyed your wedding."
"I did enjoy it," you replied in a hurry. "Just not the way I imagined." You stared into his eyes,Β trying to understand what he was feeling in this very moment. "We'll see each other again, right?"
"That might not be a good idea, as much as I would want to."
"But...as my sister always tells me, soulmates don't have to be romantic. I can be happily married and still get to know you....can I?"
He tightened his lips, thinking about his answer. His face gave you no clue as to what he truly wanted, but the answer he gave you might have been an indication.
"You can try. I can try."
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Part 3 is where I chose to start the fluff haha! I hope you enjoyed this part. It felt quite cute writing it, so I hope the final result is :)
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Folklore [song series]
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Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader
Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swiftβs new album folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabethβs life throughout the years.
Word count: 2110
[a/n: thanks for being patient with me! hope you guys enjoy this new chapter! if i forgot to tag you please inbox me]
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Age: 20
Location: Brooklyn, NY
Year: Summer 2014
Steve flopped down onto his bed, tired after today's events. Elizabeth softly laid down next to him, Steve wrapped his arm around her bringing her closer to his chest.
"Today was a day," he tiredly says.
"You okay?" She asked him.
After Bucky had left there was a sadness aura that followed Steve for the rest of the party. He had no clue what he had expected Bucky's reaction to be, but definitely not the one he got. He had even prepared himself fo a fight, he was grateful that didn't happen. He just wasn't expecting for Bucky to shut down and leave. Not even accepting his offer of having a conversation later.
He knew that Bucky just needed his space, time to think it all over. But the look on Bucky's face had Steve questioning whether or not he would ever come around.
It threw Steve off when Bucky requested that he breakup with Elizabeth. He couldn't believe his best friend would want his own happiness to suffer.
His whole life he had done everything possible to keep Bucky happy. After what Bucky and his family had to go through with his father, Steve made it his mission to never let his friend feel that way again. Granted he was only 7 when he made that promise to himself, he still kept it.
Steve had never put himself first, at least not until he had made the decision to go to school in California. He had even thought about changing his plans after his breakup with Elizabeth but he knew his parents would've been disappointed with that decision.
He had put Bucky first his entire life, what he's doing isn't selfish. Yet he can't help but feel like the most selfish person ever.
What if he was keeping Elizabeth from truly being happy? What if she just didn't want to break his heart? What if she just didn't want to break his heart during a family event? What if come tomorrow she would tell him the truth, that she was really still in love with Bucky.
He's not sure he could handle that heartbreak.
"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" Elizabeth asked, breaking Steve from his self destructive thoughts.
"I won't be mad if you still love him," Steve says, "I'd understand."
Elizabeth quickly sat up to get a look of Steve's face to make sure he was being serious. It nearly broke her to see how defeated he looked. She's never seen him so down, not even after his breakup with Peggy.
"You don't have to pretend to save my feelings," he continues, "If it meant you were happy, that's all I care about. If being with Bucky makes you happy, then please don't let me stand in the way."
"Oh Steve," she gently caresses his face, staring down at him, "I wasn't lying earlier when I told Bucky that I didn't love him anymore. And i most definitely wasn't lying when I said that I love you, because I do love you, with my whole heart. You make me happy. The happiest I've ever been. Bucky was my past. You are my now, and hopefully my future.
"If you can't see how truly great you are, then I must not be doing my job as not only your girlfriend, but you're friend," she says, "Because you make me feel special every single day. And I just want you to feel the way you've made me feel."
"It's not your fault," Steve softly says, grasping her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.
"Growing up I've always been second to Bucky," he explains, "Everyone seemed to prefer him over me. Whether it was girls or just our friends. It was always Bucky then Steve."
Elizabeth takes a moment to think back on their time growing up. She couldn't help but feel guilty when she realized that everything Steve is saying is true.
After she and Bucky got together, Steve sort of became an after thought, not because they purposefully excluded him, it never crossed their mind simply because Steve also had Peggy at the time. But after Peggy left, Elizabeth never really got to talk to Steve about how he felt, because she got caught up in her own drama.
"Steve, I'm so sorry," she apologizes, "I should've known then about how you felt. I was so caught up in my own shit, I never realized that you could've been going through your own stuff."
"Liz, it was never your fault," he says, "You were going through your own stuff. And I had learned to suppress it. Plus Bucky was your boyfriend at the time, of course i wasn't really on your mind. Plus it's kind of my fault for allowing it to happen. I never spoke up about it. I just always went along, figuring it was better than nothing."
"Once I got to Berkeley that's when everything changed," his mood shifts a bit to a much lighter feel, "I no longer felt like the shadow of a person. I felt like my own person for the first time ever. I was able to become someone I never thought possible. I am no longer 'scrawny Steve, Bucky's best friend'. I just became 'Steve' or 'Rogers'."
Elizabeth smiled at the way Steve's eyes lit up when talking.
"I had never imagined myself leaving New York, let alone making the permanent move to California," he confesses, "As much as I love it here, California is where I feel I belong. I know you feel it too."
Elizabeth nods her head agreeing with him. She felt the same way, as much as New York was her childhood home, California was where she felt her heart aching for. Where she felt like she belonged, where she could thrive. The more she spent time there, the more it felt like home, that's why moving there wasn't a tough decision for her.
"Coming back here," Steve says, causing Elizabeth to shift back her focus on him, "It just makes me feel like that scrawny kid all over again. I feel like no matter how hard I try to shed that image, Brooklyn will never see me for who I am now, but for who I was then. Like no matter what I do I will always be 'little' Steve Rogers."
"I know you feel it too," he says looking up at her.
She did. She did feel stuck in the past whenever she came back home. It seemed like life stood still here, while outside of Brooklyn everything is moving ahead. She knows it's only because she grew up there, and had nothing to do with Brooklyn itself. Once she was in California, she got a taste of life outside of Brooklyn, and she's not sure if she would want to go back. So moving there was an easier choice for her to make.
"I do," she agrees, "It's why moving to California was an easy decision for me to make."
"I wasn't even sure I was even going to make it to California," he says.
"Why is that?"
"Felt like I was disappointing my parents," he confesses, "We had always discussed me going to Columbia as a pre-med major. That had been the original plan. It wasn't like they were forcing it on me. More like I was forcing it onto myself.
"It was the 'safer' choice, granted the longer one, but in the end it all would've been worth it. For some reason as a child I believed that was the only way my parents would've been proud of me. Regardless of the fact that they were already proud and would tell me constantly. I just put that pressure on myself."
"It wasn't until junior year that Mr. Lawson, my high school art teacher said I should apply to some art schools," he continues, "Then after I had a long discussion with the guidance counselor she agreed as well, saying I would get in no problem with whatever art field I applied in.
"I never really gave my drawing much thought. It was just something I would do. Also a career in art is not exactly financially stable, or at all stable. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to apply to a couple of schools as an architecture major. Never really gave it a second thought."
Steve pauses, "I did get into Columbia."
"Steve, no fucking way," Elizabeth gasp sitting up straighter, "I never even heard."
"That's because I only told my parents," he says, "I got the acceptance email the same day I got NYU's and Berkeley's, where I hadn't applied as pre-med, which my parents didn't know of at the time."
"Wow," Elizabeth responds feeling herself become speechless. She had only known about NYU and Berkeley. She knew about NYU because that was the plan, they, including Bucky had discussed Freshman year. Back when she was still with Bucky, and Steve with Peggy and they all had planned to stay in New York. Before life got complicated.
"When I did get the Berkeley acceptance I had to come clean to my parents about what major I applied under. I was nervous, because a part of me never told them because I was worried I wouldn't get in. So seeing that acceptance it was the assurance I needed. One that really let me know that I could actually do it. And of course my parents were proud."
"Of course," Elizabeth smiles, "They would've been proud if you had decided to not even go to school and just worked in a restaurant."
"That's true," Steve lets out a small laugh, "And I think I more so didn't want to regret the decision. Leaving home to move across the country for a career that could be unstable. It's scary."
"Do you?" Elizabeth asks.
"Do I what?"
"Do you regret it?"
"Not one bit," he smiles, pulling her back down onto his chest.
They laid there in a comfortable silence. Steve ranking his fingers on Elizabeth's arm, feeling himself grow tired.
"I hope you know you're amazing," Elizabeth quietly says looking up at him with pure admiration in her eyes, "That I think you're amazing. I think you're one of the greatest people I have ever known. And if I have to spend my entire life showing you just how amazing I think you are, I will."
Age: 29
Year: 2023
Location: Santa Barbara, CA
Elizabeth giggled as Steve carried her over the threshold into their hotel room for the weekend. He kicked the door closed as he silenced her giggles with a kiss, before placing her on her feet.
"Why thank-you Mr. Rogers."
"You're very welcome Mrs. Rogers," he smiled brightly at his new wife.
Her makeup was slowly fading, hair no longer perfectly done after a night of dancing with their close loved ones. Steve just stares at her lovingly. He ahs never seen her more beautiful and the fact that he gets to be her husband for the rest of his life, he's never felt luckier.
Elizabeth feels his eyes just on her, "What? Do I have something on my face?"
"No, just admiring my beautiful wife," he compliments, causing Elizabeth to blush.
"How about one more dance?" she asks.
"There's no music."
"When I'm with you there's always music," she says holding her hand out for him.
Steve pulled her to him, one hand grasped in her's, while the other lay on her lower back. Elizabeth's head rested on his chest, with Steve's chin softly resting on the top of it.
"You know I think you're amazing," Elizabeth says as they sway softly in each other's arms.
"You might've told me once or twice," he responds.
"Get used to it because I'm going to be telling you that for the rest of our lives."
"Nothing I want more than that," he kisses the top of her head.
"If you'd asked me to runaway with you to join a circus, I would in a heartbeat," she says.
"Oh really? If I lose my job, and having nothing to show for, you'd still be there?"
"Right next to you baby, every step of the way," she says looking up at him, "Plus you won't have nothing to show. You'll have me. You'll have us. With me by your side I'll make sure you never not know how much you mean to me."
"You've made me believe in love again when I thought it wasn't possible. You've made me love myself in a way that I didn't think were possible. You make me a better human being by just being you. I love you Steve, more than anything.
"So if everything were to go to shit, as long as I have you that's all I need. I'll be there reminding you every single day just how special you are to me."
"I love you," Steve smiles as tears fall from his eyes.
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