#IT WAS BANKRUPT HOW THE FLYING FUCK DID THEY MAKE SHOWS
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I feel sick I fucking hate that network
#AND I SAW THIS COMING#I WANTED SO BADLY FOR SPNWIN AND GOTHAM KNIGHTS TO BE ON ANYTHING ELSE#THE CW IS GARBAGE AND CANCELS EVERYTHING#IT WAS BANKRUPT HOW THE FLYING FUCK DID THEY MAKE SHOWS#FOR NOTHING#GOD IM SO MAD#stupid posts
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[ ANDROID AU ]
[ PART 1]
[ THE BEGINNING ]
It was a warm sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. A small man standing at 4'9 walked out of the house, holding a cardboard box. He walked down the driveway and to a car putting the box in the trunk of the vehicle. "Come on Copia, hurry up. You're going to be late to this nerd con!" He called out as a man, standing at 5'7 walked out the door with a box in his hands. Copia wore a red sweater vest, black pants with a stripped blue and white tie with a black button up shirt.
Copia furrowed his brows, looking at the other man before giving a small sigh with an eyeroll "I'm coming Terzo! Geez." He walked down the pourch stairs. "that should be the last of the boxes. "It's not a nerd con, it's a convention for people like myself to showcase their creations" he corrected his older brother as he put the last box in the trunk before closing the hood. "Same difference" Terzo laughed with a grin on his face. He liked to tease his brother about things like this but yet he was also proud of how smart the robotic scientists was. Terzo then opened the passenger door of the car. "Lets get this show on the road and wow these assholes and show them a *real* genuis!" He laughed and honked the horn to get his brother moving faster.
Copia shook his head with a small smile, what a pain in the ass his brother was but they were close, very close. "Terzo stop that!" He walked to the drivers side if the car, getting in and pulling out of the driveway and onto the road towards the city.
While driving into town. Terzo scrolling through his phone with a smile. He checked a message on his phone as his smile soon faded. Shit... This isn't good. His money situation wasn't the best he puts his phone down as he sat there awkwardly, rubbing his tighs nervously before forcing a small smile on his face. The smaller man looked over at Copia "hey... Uh... Fratello. Can I ask you a favour...?" Terzo said quietly but tried not to make it obvious that something was wrong. Copia glanced at his brother, raising a brow. "I'm wondering if I could borrow some money off you...? I- I'll pay it back, I promise!" He said nervously as Copia glared over at Terzo.
"What happened to the money I lent you last time?" Copia's tone was low and cold. Again, he asked him for money and he thinks he knows exactly the reason why. Terzo frowned and remained silent avoiding eye contact "uhm.." was the only thing that came out from the small man. Copia bared his teeth "You were gambling again! Weren't you?!" He raised his tone at the other. He couldn't believe this... well he could but he was upset at the fact that Terzo would gamble his money away, leaving him to go bankrupt.
"Y... Yes..." Terzo mumbled, not looking at Copia. "Terzo! You have a family to take care of, your addiction is getting out of hand!" The scientist snapped as Terzo forrowed his brows. "Out of hand?! Hey I'm doing better than I was! Its not a fucking addiction!" Terzo snaps back. "What about you? You're always wasting your money on shit that barely works half the fucking time!" He argued. This did hurt Copia a bit. "OH! YOU- at least I have a stable job to afford this shit, Terzo! Unlike you, who doesn't even have a fucking education or enough brains to know how to work a damn toaster!" Terzo had an offended look on his face yet surprised at Copia. He sat back in the seat and looked out the window silently, "whatever" he mumbled.
Terzo noticed Copia run the red light at the intersection. Terzo's eyes widen seeing a truck come towards them "Copia- COPIA!" He yelled but before Copia could react, all that was heard was a horn and crash.
The truck crashed head into Terzo's side of the car, knocking them off the road, glass and parts flying up from both vehicles.
Copia opened his eyes and groaned. Everything just happened to fast. His ears were ringing as he felt around to regain his sight "Terzo...?" He called out to his brother weakly. Once his vision cleared up, he rubs his head and looked over at Terzo as his eyes widened, his jaw dropped as he looked over his brother. Terzo was mangled he coughed up blood wheezing. Copia stared at his brother with horror and panic in his eyes, seeing a large piece if metal impale the small man's torso, the only thing keeping his big brother alive was his adrenaline.
"Terzo!" Copia tried to move to help his brother but his seat belt retrained him, holding him against he seat. Copia starts tugging on the belt, forgetting about the intense pain in his left arm he was focused on trying to help his brother who was starting to fade in an out of consciousness. "Terzo hold on!" He called out to his brother with tears welled up in his eyes, he let out soft whimpers of distress. He couldn't lose his brother, not yet away, not like this. "Stay with me Fratello! Per favore!"
Copia heard the sirens of an ambulance and fire truck, feeling some relief. He looked over at Terzo who's head then went limp. "Terzo... Terzo wake up! TERZO!" He called out, but it was already too late. Terzo was dead.
Firefighters got the doors open as paramedics got them out. Copia sat on the gurney watching the other group wheel Terzo's covered body over to another truck. His mind was still trying to process everything that happened he felt tears roll down his cheeks as he was lifted into the back of an ambulance to take him away to the hospital.
#Android AU#Ghost Android AU#ghost bc Android AU#ghost band au#ghost bc#terzo#roleplay#ghost band#papa iii#papa terzo#alternate universe#android au#cardinal copia#papa emeritus lll#papa emeritus iii#papa copia#androids#the band ghost#copia emeritus#ghost copia#terzo emeritus#ghost terzo
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Ohmygod ohmygod. I'm so sleep deprived but I called out of work so it's fine. I kinda did a quick as fuck playthrough (took me six hours with the breaks I took because I'm bad at videogames) and I have some thoughts SEPARATE WAYS SPOILERS AHEAD:
I didn't think they would retcon Ada saving Luis, it was more so something I just really HOPED would happen but the fact she was RIGHT THERE and still went after Krauser? In character but disappointing. I guess her character arc is a slower one. Although maybe she just assumed that what Luis said was true or Leon could help him idk.
WESKER AND ADA OHMYGOD?!? I SAID THEY WERE FUCKING AS A JOKE BUT CAPCOM SAID BET! THEYRE FUCKING FUCKINH OHMYGOD?!?!?!
Whatever shit with the one thing (I think U3 in the original but I'm not sure if it was given a different name here) was...somewhat anticlimactic. I can see the different strain not needing radiation to kill it but I think it would have been more interesting if Ada coughed it up way later in the game.
No Wesker OR Krauser boss fight wtf.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS WITH WESKER JUST SITTING OUT ON A BOAT AND MAKING ADA DO EVERYTHING?!?! JUST TO SHOW UP SOMETIMES WITH A GUN LIKE "hey wifey :3 btw if you don't get my amber I'll shoot you" ??????
No Ada background story :(
The jacket bit was kinda cute. But also?!? Why does the merchant need it???? Hello??? I guess it probably is expensive lol. Poor Leon.
THE LUIS AND ADA DANCE SCENE HOLY SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT LUIS FLIRTED SO MUCH. THE MOST BISEXUAL MAN EVER OML. Anyways...AND THE TIED UP LINE????? I LOVE THEM TOGETHER ACTUALLY THEYRE SO CUTE!!!
I think people have already mentioned this but Krauser??? Is here??? Why???? How the fuck did he even hear about Los Illuminados? He's (supposedly) not working for Wesker????
"fly, my pretty" ADA I WILL BE SUCH A GOOD SPOUSE, YOU ARE SO ADORABLE EVEN IF YOURE A LITTLE MORALLY BANKRUPT BUT LISTEN OKAY
God and her fucking melee moves, she serves cunt this entire DLC.
Okay now for the bit that will make people mad. I'm SO SO happy with how they changed Ada/Leon's relationship. I actually really disliked aeon and somehow them having what feels like a more natural relationship given Racoon City...made me actually consider that ship. Like I actually felt the weird sort of longing that they both had for each other that I didn't enjoy in 4 original or 6 (omg 6, that needs its own rant post) Ada is clearly still attracted to him but she has to be forced to see him having gotten over her, at least to whatever degree Leon can get over anything, especially seeing him with Ashley. Ohmygod. There's a lot of subtext I'm reading into but her watching them after she wakes up on the cot, I could feel the conflicting emotions there even though Ada didn't say shit about it, because she wouldn't.
How DARE you make me fight more regeneradors Capcom
I wanted more Ash/Ada interactions and the one we got was okay but I feel like with how little Ashley actually saw Ada, a lot of her questions to Leon don't...super make sense?
Anyways I will be playing it again sometime, it was really good. I definitely missed some things.
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Bankrupt | dark!40′s!Stucky x reader
Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: non con, dub con, DP, anal sex, coercion, a lil bit of knife play, basically everything awful you can imagine, please don’t read if you would find it upsetting.
@hnryycvll thanks for watching me write this live lol
moodboard by @nsfwsebbie
You knew something wasn’t right when Bruce left in the morning. He kissed you on the forehead, which was normal, but just before he stepped out for the day he turned back.
“You know I love you, right honey?” he asked nervously.
“Uh, yes, of course I do,” you answered with a raised brow, “I love you too.”
“Good,” he nodded, stepping out the door again.
“I’ll see you when you get home,” you smiled.
“Of course,” he agreed, and shut the front door behind him as he walked to his car.
You’d seen that look before, and you knew he’d done something. But it felt different this time. You wouldn’t be shocked if he came back with a few bruises, claiming he had tripped when you knew he had been roughed up by mob thugs over his gambling debt. He had told you before that he’d settled the debt and that it was going to be fine, but you weren’t sure you could really believe it anymore… after years of lying and stealing to feed his addiction, you had lost a lot of trust. But you always tried to stay positive.
That said, a knock at the door an hour later made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You really considered not answering it, and yet you were already unhooking the latch and turning the knob before you knew what you were doing.
Two men stood outside, dressed much nicer than a visit in this sort of neighborhood merited. You nearly had to crane your neck to look at them: they were so tall. And you could tell that underneath the three pieces, they were carrying a lot of muscle.
You’d seen guys like this hanging around before. You knew what they did.
“My husband isn’t home,” you instantly informed them.
The blonde one standing in the front smiled. The dark-haired one in the back took a last puff of a cigarette before dropping the butt and stomping it with his shoe.
“That’s no trouble,” the blonde explained. “Why don’t you let us in and we can talk to you?”
“You can go hassle him at work, if you want,” you shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“We’re not here for your husband, sweetcheeks,” the other one interjected with a tone of irritation.
“Just invite us in for a drink, won’t you? It’s hot out,” the blonde requested.
You didn’t get the sense you had much of a choice. You stepped back and opened the door. The two of them nodded as they filed in, giving your living space a cursory glance as you shut the door. You knew it wasn’t much. You hoped they felt guilty for taking all your money and leaving you with so little that you had to live in a place like this.
When you turned back to face them, you caught their glances moving up your body. You tried to ignore it.
“Do you want ice water? I think I might have some tea--” you began.
“It’s fine,” the blonde dismissed, “we’ll make this quick. We just need to have a little chat with you.”
“What about?” you asked nervously.
“Your husband owes a lot of money to my employers,” the dark-haired man explained through a thick Brooklyn accent.
“I don’t see why that’s my problem,” you frowned, crossing your arms.
“It’s about to be,” the blonde chimed in, his tone lacking in any sense of mocking or deridition… which somehow made it even more sinister.
You did your best to keep a brave face, not show any fear. You knew that’s what they wanted, and you had no intention of giving them anything they wanted.
“What, you gonna beat me up?” you asked incredulously, rolling your eyes.
“No, sweetheart, that’d be a waste of a pretty face…” the dark-haired man looked you up and down with a grin, “...and a great body.”
“Let’s start from the beginning,” the blonde suggested, cutting through the tension. “I’m Steve, and my associate here is Bucky. We’ve become quite acquainted with your husband.”
“Heard a lot about you,” the other-- Bucky, apparently-- added as he took a seat on your sofa like he owned the place.
“Only good things, I hope,” you chuckled nervously.
“Only great things,” Steve confirmed.
“Come sit on my lap, doll,” Bucky smiled, patting his leg.
“N-no, I’d better not,” you denied, stepping back only to bump into Steve’s towering form. He pressed his body against you and you gasped as you felt the hard outline of a gun by his waist.
“Go sit on Bucky’s lap, sweetheart,” Steve recommended with a low voice, his eyes scanning you hungrily.
You nodded a little as you obeyed, watching Bucky’s face as you uncomfortably stepped towards him and sat on his knees. He slipped an arm around your hips and pulled you back until you could feel what you hoped was a gun against your thigh.
“You seem like a good wife. Obedient,” Steve praised, stepping a little closer.
“Loyal,” Bucky added, his voice reverberating over your neck as you felt the heat of his gaze. “Stickin’ with him even when he spent all your money. You shouldn’t have to live like this.”
“Yes, well,” you swallowed, “marriage requires… sacrifice.”
“You’re more right than you know,” Steve laughed.
“I don’t underst--” you began.
“Buck, hold her legs open,” Steve commanded as he started to reach for his fly.
Before you had a chance to attempt to squirm, Bucky obeyed and grabbed your legs, wrenching them apart with a brutal strength that you had no chance against. Your skirt rolled up your thighs and you tried desperately to cover yourself but it was futile.
“No, please,” you began to beg, the illusion of fearlessness finally cracking.
“Does your husband ever get rough with ya?” Bucky asked with a low voice right against your ear that sent crawling chills up your spine strong enough to make your back arch. “This’ll be like that. Only better.”
“No, no please, you don’t have to do this,” you rushed as you saw Steve step forward, pulling his cock out from his trousers. You looked away, though as you did you realized you should look at it to prepare yourself as best you could. You gave it a glance only to whimper and look away again; it was big, and thick, and he was stroking it to its full size with ring-adorned hands. He laughed a little when he saw your intimidation.
“Don’t be scared, sweetheart, I bet you’ll like it.”
“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll get the money if you need it, just don’t--”
You were interrupted by Steve’s hand roughly grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eye.
“You think this is a negotiation?” he growled. “It’s not. The negotiation happened yesterday, with your husband. He traded you for forgiveness of his debt. Don’t you understand? It’s over. You’re ours now.”
Before you had even fully processed the meaning of his words, tears were welling in your eyes and you began to sob. “It’s not true,” you denied, “you’re lying. He would never…”
“I’m a lot of things but I’m no liar,” Steve frowned. “Buck was there-- he sold her right? You remember?”
“Yeah,” Bucky nodded, “and pretty quick, too. It was his idea, actually. We didn’t even lay a hand on him before he offered you up. Showed us a picture and everything.”
You fought against Bucky’s grip again as you cried but it was useless: he managed to pull your legs up higher, hooking under your knees, and grab your wrists too. The position was uncomfortable but you couldn’t really worry about that as you screamed and cried at the feeling of betrayal. “No, it’s not true, it’s not true…” you sputtered, not making much sense anymore, and not really believing your own words.
“You look pretty when you cry, doll,” Bucky purred. You tried to kick at Steve and Bucky pulled at your legs harder, sending pain to your hips and causing you to yelp.
“Stop fucking fighting,” Steve hissed. “You understand that if your husband isn’t good for the deal he made, we’ll kill him, don’t you? So you’d better behave if you want to save his life.”
You froze. On one hand, this was the guy who had apparently traded you to these awful men as if you were his to give away, and you hated him for all the years of lying and sneaking around and, most notably, gambling away all your money until he was deep in the mob’s pocket.
On the other, you still, for some reason, loved him. You couldn’t stop yourself from loving him. You’d promised to stick by his side for richer or for poorer. You hadn’t known then that this was the poorest option, let alone one you would have to choose. But you couldn’t let these men kill him.
Steve held your face with his hands in a way that was both dominant and soothing-- or at least, an attempt at soothing.
“You’re going to be good, aren’t you? For your husband’s life?” Steve pressed.
You shivered a little, but took a deep breath and nodded. He smiled and patted you on the cheek.
He pulled a knife from his jacket and quickly sliced off your underwear. You sniffled as you tried to stop crying, fighting the urge to try to close your legs as Steve kneeled to look at you closer.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he cooed. “You know, at first I wasn’t sure this was a fair trade. I mean, he owes us a lotta lettuce. But now I’m thinking he’s the one getting screwed.” Steve stood up and wiped a tear from your cheek. “You know, besides you of course.”
“Just get it over with,” you whispered. They both laughed.
“What’s with the pessimism, sweetheart? Behave yourself and I’ll make it good for you.”
You whimpered a little as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, focusing instead on the hard grip Bucky had on your arms and how it would probably bruise tomorrow-- it wasn’t a pleasant feeling either, but much easier to handle than a near-stranger’s cock about to plunge into you.
He had to push pretty hard to get it to go in, barreling past the resistance of your walls until he was sliding into you. You gasped and cried out, feeling Bucky’s cock harden underneath you in response to the sound.
“Fuck, so tight,” Steve groaned. “If I had a wife like you I’d’ve never let you go, sweetheart. Wouldn’t even let you leave the house. Not when I could fuck this perfect little pussy all day long.”
“It’s that good?” Bucky asked with a husky voice.
Steve buried himself in you completely and savored the feeling of your muscles fluttering around him. You bit your lip and fought your tears.
“You’ll get your turn, Buck,” Steve promised, “but I can’t promise I can give her to you in one piece.”
He pulled back out nearly all the way before slamming back in, making you choke on a scream. He set a brutally hard, yet slow, pace as he fucked you senseless, stretching you open more than you’d thought was possible. You hoped you weren’t as loud as you seemed to sound in your own head.
“You like my cock, don’t you? See, this was what you always needed,” Steve purred. “A real man. Somebody to fuck you like a whore, just how you like it, huh?”
“Hnng,” you gurgled in lieu of a reply.
You relaxed into Bucky’s embrace as best you could, letting Steve use your body and hoping it would all be over soon.
“You ever gonna let me get a piece of that?” Bucky growled at Steve.
“Soon,” Steve nodded breathlessly, “just a little more… fuck, it’s so good.”
Steve made a noise when he pulled out like he was mustering all his restraint to do it. He gripped his cock once it was free, stepping back and watching Bucky adjust your body on top of him as he freed his cock from his suit pants.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be good, right?” Bucky pressed as he angled you to slip onto his cock. You nodded feverishly as he finally pushed into you, rougher than Steve had, making you wince. “Oh god,” he groaned, “you’re so wet. Your pussy feels amazing, doll. Jesus.”
You felt an unexpected sense of pride warm your chest. You refused to believe that you actually wanted to make him feel good. You decided it was just a tactical thing-- the more you pleasured him, the sooner this would be done with.
“Good, right?” Steve asked with a smile.
“So fucking good,” Bucky agreed, leaning you forward a little. “Come on, baby, bounce on that cock,” he encouraged. You set your legs on the ground and balanced your hands on his knees, lifting and dropping your hips with stuttered breaths as his cock brushed against something inside you that made your legs shake and quiver.
Bucky leaned back and watched you work, occasionally taking a moment to squeeze or slap your ass. His hands wandered over your back, your shoulders, even your thighs; Bucky’s touch explored you until you felt his thumb circle over the puckered opening of your ass and you jumped a little in shock.
“Not there,” you begged, stopping your movements. “Please, not there.”
“Wherever I want,” he corrected sternly. You whimpered a little as you felt him press ever so slightly, your tight rim expanding to accept the tip of his thumb.
“Say it,” he demanded.
You forced your eyes shut. “Wherever you want,” you repeated. “Wherever you want, Bucky.”
He hummed in approval, and pushed his digit in to the first knuckle. You suppressed a gasp.
“Did your husband ever fuck you here? Or did he try, but you wouldn’t let him?”
“He never… we never…” you began, shaking your head.
“Seems like a waste,” he replied in a low voice, pushing in a little deeper. “You’ve got such a great ass. First thing I noticed when I walked in.”
“Is this what you were thinking about?” you asked with a gulp. “Is that what you wanted to do the whole time?”
He chuckled darkly, and it was answer enough.
He pulled his cock from your pussy and you hated that you’d supplied plenty of lubrication all on your own. He held you up as he started to press the head against your tighter opening, watching himself penetrate you with dark eyes.
He pushed his hips forward, adding more and more pressure until he was able to break past the tight ring of muscle, and you gasped like the wind had been knocked out of you.
“Fuck!” he yelped, his head falling back against the top of the couch. “So fucking tight.”
It stung like nobody’s business but you tried to keep your breathing steady as he pulled you down to the base of his cock, which was apparently even thicker and so much harder than you seemed to remember.
“Aw, I’ll be gentle, baby,” Bucky soothed as you whimpered, moving you on top of him slowly. “I don’t wanna break you. Yet.”
The pain took what must have been hours to subside, your toes involuntarily curling into the shag rug-- which made you realize your shoes must have fallen off at some point. Even when it hurt, you felt the pleasure underneath it all, his cock managing to stimulate places inside you even through the layer of your body in the way.
“She’s dripping, Buck,” Steve observed with a predatory grin. “She loves it.”
Bucky slipped his fingers between your legs and felt the wetness for himself, indeed as plentiful as Steve had promised, reacting with a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “Fuck, you like my cock in your ass, don’t you?”
You shook your head even as you felt your hips moving with his involuntarily.
“Just admit it,” he growled, wrapping a hand tightly around your neck. “Admit that you love getting fucked in the ass, because you’re my dirty little slut.”
You sobbed, choking from the tightening grip on your throat. “Bucky,” you whimpered, trying to plead with him but not getting very far into it.
“Do it for your dear old husband, huh? God, what would he think if he saw you know?”
You closed your eyes, trying not to imagine the answer to that question.
“He’d probably be wishing he’d known sooner that his innocent little wife liked it up the ass.”
They laughed and you winced, feeling Bucky graze his teeth over the shell of your ear.
“Say it, doll,” he whispered, “say it just how I told you to.”
“I…” you began, but trailed off. You yelped when he slapped you right between your legs, sending a shock of pleasure-pain through your body. “I love getting fucked in the ass,” you finally stuttered out, “because I’m your-- your dirty little slut.”
Bucky moaned right into your ear, thrusting faster and deeper into you. “Yeah, that’s right. Dirty mouth on ya, too. Gonna fuck you there another day.”
“Please,” you whimpered, not entirely sure what you were asking for.
Every slam of his hips into yours made your body shake, and you whined when he stopped thrusting to hold you down and grind against you.
You moaned with every movement, unable to stop the tears from flowing as the pain and the pleasure became indistinguishable.
You were so lost in it that you didn’t realize Steve was standing in front of you again until you felt his fingers pressing into your pussy. You were so wet that it took almost nothing, but you still gasped.
“Damn, so wet for us. Such a good girl,” Steve groaned.
Bucky pulled your legs up again, stilling inside you to hold you open for Steve.
“You can let go of her now, I reckon,” Steve informed Bucky. “She’s done fightin’. Look at her, she loves it.”
Bucky nodded and let go of your legs and arms. You did try to shut your legs a bit, not out of any notion that this would stop: you were just trying to relieve the soreness in your hips.
It didn’t last long as Steve pushed your legs apart, freeing Bucky to wrap his arms around your waist.
You hadn’t even known it was possible to fit two cocks at once, especially two cocks like this.
You made a noise that was purely inhuman as Steve pressed into you again, feeling full beyond the brim, incapable of taking anymore-- and there was still so much of him left.
“I can’t,” you began to protest, but it fell on deaf ears as Steve continued to slide into your pliant body. “It’s too much! Steve!”
That got his attention, and he looked down at you with bared teeth. “You’re gonna take it, whore. You’re gonna take our fucking cocks. And you’re gonna say my name just like that when I come in this ruined little hole.”
You sobbed as he bottomed out, feeling your holes clenching around them as you struggled to fit their girth.
Both of the men groaned a bit as they felt your struggle, Bucky licking and kissing at your neck while Steve tore your blouse open and roughly palmed at your tits.
“So fucking perfect,” Bucky praised before pushing your face to the side, pulling you into a deep and sloppy kiss. You reciprocated instantly, though you struggled to put much thought into it as all your attention was on the peculiar and powerful feeling of two men inside you at once.
You heard your moans get louder and more unabashed as they were lost in Bucky’s eager mouth, echoing back until you weren’t sure who you were hearing anymore.
Steve’s thumb roughly rubbed at your clit and you nearly screamed from the overwhelming sensations flowing through your body; your head fell back on Bucky’s shoulder again, who kissed your temple and cheek in a way much too delicate for the situation.
“Didn’t I say I’d make it good for you?” Steve growled. “Tell me how good it feels.”
You would look back on this moment and try to convince yourself that you were immersed in your role, that you were just saying whatever he wanted to hear for your own safety. You would repeat over and over internally that you hated it and that you were just a hell of an actress with a strong sense of self-preservation. But you would know that it was a lie. Because what you said next was the honest-to-God truth, and deep down, all three of you knew it.
“It feels so fucking good!” you screamed. “Please don’t stop, oh my god, I’m going to-- fuck!”
“Yeah baby, come on my cock,” Steve praised. “His cock, too. Come for us.”
“Oh fuck,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck to brace yourself, “yes, yes, yes!”
Every part of you tensed up and tightened, your entire body like a spring pulled to its limit. And as the tension released and you felt yourself shatter in their arms, a gush of wetness pulsed out of you.
“Fuck,” Steve grinned, “look at our girl, coming so hard for us.”
“Bet her husband’s never made her do that,” Bucky laughed. “She’s clenching around me, Steve, I don’t think I can take much more.”
“Want us to come in you, baby?” Steve growled, nipping at your jaw. “You wanna be so full of us, don’t you? Wanna make us come?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, exhausted and weak, limp in his arms, “yes, Steve, please…”
Bucky lost it first, holding you so tight that you could barely breathe. He babbled praise against your ear as he spilled inside you, telling you how good you were for him, how you were gonna make him feel good from now on, whenever he wanted. You could barely process that as you felt Steve follow suit, moaning weakly as he pumped into you with stuttering thrusts, painting your insides with his spend.
“Yes,” Steve hissed as he began to come down from his high, both of them buried in you as deep as they could fit, all three of you panting like you’d just run a marathon.
You winced as Steve pulled out of you, your face feeling hot as you felt his cum begin to leak out of you.
Bucky helped you stand up and adjusted your clothes a little until you were covered up again… but you were sure you must’ve looked completely fucked anyways. He scooped you up into his arms; an hour ago it would’ve terrified you, but now you leaned into his shoulder and curled up into a ball in his embrace. He carried you out of the house and laid you down in the backseat of their car, with a tenderness you wished he had shown a little sooner.
He sat in the back with you while Steve drove you to Bucky’s apartment: your new home, they informed you excitedly.
The movement of the car rocked you to a place between sleep and wakefulness, and you tried not to listen to the men talking about the plans they had for you, or the ‘assignments’ they needed to complete this week. Steve talked about needing to go out of town, and they decided that he would take you with him to relieve his stress. “I’ll miss you though,” Bucky cooed, stroking your hair.
You were crying but there were no sobs, just tears flowing silently as you tried to think about the lines they were leaving on your face and not the fluids leaking from the rest of your abused body.
When the car stopped and you were carried into Bucky’s apartment, you felt your locket slip from your neck and fall into a grate. A picture of your husband was inside that locket. You got the sense you wouldn’t be needing it anymore.
#dark!stucky#dark!stucky x reader#dark!steve rogers#dark!steve x reader#dark!bucky x reader#dark!bucky barnes#dark!bucky smut#dark!steve smut#chris evans x y/n#chris evans imagines#chris evans smut#chris evans x reader#chris evans headcanons#sebastian stan x y/n#sebastian stan smut#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan headcanons#sebastian stan imagine
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Temptation
Summary: Vincenzo is feeling parched.
Author's note: These two have been living in my mind rent free lately, I'm just shallow and they look so damn good together and when you add the chemistry, well I'm a goner. Just a little drabble based on today's episode, I'm taking a break from BMTL this weekend because it's going to be another 10k probably and it's the first weekend I'm off with my bf so I promised not to ignore him to write all day lol. Update soon though!
Bon appetit!
Wispy dark lashes flutter just above her high cheekbones as she awaits the blow, her pretty face scrunched up in anticipation as a minor twitch in her lip distracts him.
That's been happening far too often lately, more than he'd care to admit. It was easier when she was blindly following Babel and refused to see the insidious truth about the morally bankrupt company, it was easier to pacify his attraction when she was the bad guy. Not that he was the right candidate to judge, he'd done notifiable heinous things in his life. Her father had been the first person to look at him like he was worth something, like the evil that lurked under his skin could be used for something good.
But her eyes had been opened, in the end she had chosen her father. If only he'd been here to see it.
That decision unhinges the small grapple he has on his control, he finds himself looking at her all the time cataloging the many emotions that distort that expressive face. She's like a living caricature and instead of finding that off-putting he's intrigued and mesmerized. Constantly battling with his lips that won't stop rising in her presence, he's not someone who smiles lightly. Has never had much of a reason to.
Until now.
"What are you waiting for? Just do it." She whines impatiently, squirming side to side and pursing her full lips.
That small move captures all his attention, eyes locked on the rosy pink skin. Instinctively he steps forward until he can feel her body heat, her face is even more captivating up close. She was beautiful, that wasn't hard to admit he was a man after all and his eyes were functional. It was.... everything else that he couldn't admit, not even to himself.
Just do it.
If only she knew what those words did to him, he felt as if he was lit in flames by his own lighter; burning up just from his prolonged vicinity to the loud lawyer. She was being her usual brazen self but she had no idea, not the slightest inkling of what exactly he wanted to do to her. It usually ended in passionate screams in his dreams. Her wild abandon was a thing of beauty, he didn't even mind the mess on his silk sheets because his mind supplied such vivid imaginings.
Staring down at her he wonders how she would taste, perhaps like the spicy noodles she was so fond of or maybe something sweeter and forbidden, once you peeled back the many layers you would discover something so delicious it was addicting. She would be his ambrosia.
"Come on, you're killing me! What's taking so long?" She grumbles now pouting, plush bottom lip jutting out enticingly and his finger hovers in front of her forehead but he can't move, can't bring himself to hurt her no matter how insignificant the hit. Somehow this woman has weaved a web around him, he feels like a fly caught in a spider's deadly but beautiful trap.
What's wrong with me?
There must be indeed something wrong with him because he feels his hand unfurling and lowering until he's nearly cupping her jaw, the delicate point barely above his hand. He's so tempted. Taking another step forward he lifts his second hand, curling around the dip of her lower back. She's so petite despite her loud bark, her entire body could fit easily in his hand.
He wants to lower his hand, grab her face and her waist and.... And what? What is he thinking? This is not why he came to Korea. He wasn't supposed to get involved more than he needed to and he knows no good can come of this, there's only one outcome for men who are lured by seductive sirens. He has to ignore her song no matter how much his body aches when he's with her. Woman have never been elusive in his line of work, gorgeous Italian women who opened up for him easily, surrendering under his capable hands. They were nothing but a good time, a perfunctory scratching of an itch. But, Cha-young he wants to wreck her, take her apart piece by piece until she's putty in his hands.
"What are you doing?" She says sounding amused and he lifts his eyes to find her twinkling ones already on his face. She looks at the twin hands hovering above her body with a raised brow, face now turned into the hand adjacent to her cheek.
"Do you want to change the specifics of our deal?" She teases darkly and he gulps, finally lowering his hands but twisting them around his back to prevent himself from making a huge mistake.
"No." He lies, trying to douse the fire that is blazing in his blood.
"Aishhh. You're such a bad liar." She huffs, nose crinkled up in disbelief and he hates the way his heart smarts his lips twitching to form a smile. He feels so warm and he doesn't know what any of it means.
"Come here." She doesn't give him an opportunity to disobey before reaching out to grab his tie, her hands wrapped around the luxurious material and with a sharp tug he's pulled into her, their bodies colliding and everything feels right.
"Stop." He whispers throat feeling raw, his voice comes out rougher than he intended. His eyes widen at the red flush that it yields, he's not the only one affected it seems.
"You don't want to flick me," she states with certainty, eyes searching his face as she tightens her hold on his tie his neck strains under the slight pressure, leaning down to lessen the tension. Too late he releases how much closer that brings their faces, she's barely an inch away from him now her soft puffs of breath landing directly on his face. "What do you want to do to me instead, Mr. Cassano?" She boldly finishes her statement, dark eyes ping ponging between his lips and his eyes.
Mentally berating himself for his weakness he suddenly grabs her waist, his arm circumvents the entire circumference with room to spare. She gasps in surprise but doesn't look scared, rather she looks curious, biting her bottom lip as she earnestly watches him.
"Do you really want to know?" He bites out, bringing his hand to her jaw and then sliding lower curling it around her neck, fingers tickling the soft nape of head.
She smirks, unflinching in the eye of his storm. She stands on the tips of her toes, bringing them that much closer, "Oh you don't know how much I want to know, Vincenzo." His name is exotic on her tongue, the letters not quite settling correctly but it sounds delectable to his ears, he wants to hear her scream it loudly too.
"I'll show you then." He's done with words, it's clear that they're both cognizant of what's happening between them, the air is so charged it's nearly crackling. She isn't backing down and despite his better judgement he doesn't want to lose, he can't be the way to pull away now. Simultaneously they yank each other closer, him by her neck and her by his tie. He sees the passion in her eyes, finally bursting to the surface and that's all the consent he needs, if she wants him too then she can have him.
Twisting his head he surges forward, eager to capture her lips and devour her moans of pleasure, his hand is now curled possessively around the small swell of her tight posterior, her suit pants always putting it beautifully on display. He had been hungry to touch it, grab it and feel the plumpness in his hands. It's every bit as amazing as he's imagined, her lips fall open as he squeezes at the flesh and he leans forward prepared to eat her alive.
She wraps her free arm around his neck, dragging him down to meet her and he easily lifts her off the ground, grinning boyishly when she squeaks releasing his tie to wrap both arms around his neck, their faces are now level. His hand remains on her ass.
Silently they move towards each other, intent crystal clear.
He can feel the heat from her lip, just as he grazes the smooth skin he hears a loud crash from behind them and they both jump, foreheads knocking accidentally as they react to the sudden sound.
He unceremoniously drops her, but her arms still latched around his shoulder force him forward making his forehead now collide with her chin. She lets out a loud scream of pain, shoving him away and shouting obscenities. He rubs at the pained skin, wincing in discomfort before turning towards the loud interruption with a murderous glare.
Who the fuck was it?
Nam Joo-Sung stands quivering in apparent fear looking like he's seconds away from urinating himself, his knees knocking together viciously.
A deer in the headlights, his eyes are as huge and terrified as one.
"I--um well you see.... I forgot to water the plants....you both look angry. Scary. You don't want an explanation. I'm going. Gone. I'll just. Go." He stutters out nonsensical, suddenly grabbing the plants and he watches as the frightened man awkwardly lifts the pots, cursing when the soil falls out dirting his clothes and the wooden floors, then he falls to his knees scooping it back into the pots, crawling backwards until he's out the door.
They both stare at the door.
Awkward silence remaining even with the man's departure.
And then a vibration fills the air, she jumps as if broken from her stupor reaching into her tiny bag and retrieving her phone. He can barely hear her over the beating of his own heart but he catches the disappointed look she sends his way, they can't continue this.
"Yes. I understand, we'll be right there."
Grabbing his briefcase he takes a moment with his back turned to her to catch his breath, collect himself. He's Vincenzo Cassano, not some prepubescent teenager. He can control himself, control is his middle name.
Then he turns back around and loses all his hard worked composure.
She's right in his space, rubbing absently at her neck as she looks at him.
"We'll finish this later. Don't think I'm going to let you off easy, I always finish what I start." She promises, pointedly looking his lips before grinning then boldly she lightly smacks him twice on his cheeks, "Pick your jaw off the ground, we have to go."
Her long hair bounces over her shoulder as she skips away, his eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of her hips. Her hands are cutely by her side, her signature walk that he had found ridiculous before. He doesn't view it the same way now.
Next time, there will be no interruptions he will make sure of it. Even if he has to kill someone.
#vincenzo#vincenzo cassano#hong cha young#I live for their tension#that flick scene undid me#when they kiss I might lose my shit#they'll hear me scream in Korea#and Italy#I love teasing#Chazenzo#that's what I've been calling them#joo sung is their deer#🥴🥴
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Game Night
Pairing: Hargreeves!Siblings x Gender-Neutral!Sibling!Reader
Summary: The Hargreeves siblings bonded with each other through their game night, a moment when peace and quiet weren’t welcome in their house.
Requested: Yes / No
Word count: 1.413
Posted: 14.08.2020
Warning(s): Siblings banter, swearing
Song inspiration: -
A/N: Hello, guys! It has been a while since I last posted something and I am truly sorry, but I was in a really bad place for a very long time. Gladly, The Umbrella Academy season 2 came out recently and it gave me some inspirations to continue my writing. It’s my first TUA imagine, so comments and feedbacks are highly appreciated. Also, English is not my first language and my writing is very rusty and inexperient. - G. x
Take note: Ben is alive.
Links: Masterlist | Song inspirations | Support My Writing
“UNO!” Klaus excitedly announced as he threw his next-to-last UNO card on the wooden centre table, only one card remaining on his left hand. You, together with your other six siblings, shot him a sharp death glare, miffed and tired of him and his actions.
It was the Hargreeves siblings’ game night and the game was either UNO or Monopoly. Everyone happily chose the former, outnumbering the latter, to avoid another huge family mess - Monopoly ruined your relationship with each other many times and the last game turned out so badly that Allison and Diego almost killed Five for bankrupting them.
“What do you mean UNO again?” Diego frustratingly asked his brother, grip tightening around the massive deck of cards in his hand. He got a huge chain of Draw Twos and Wild Draw Fours in the previous turn, needing to draw eighteen cards in total for the stacking penalty.
Klaus nonchalantly laughed, grabbing another bottle of beer from the table. “It’s just a game. Chill out, Diego!”
Ben took a stinging and deep sigh, frowning as he faced Klaus once again. “Yes, it is just a game, but we have been playing for more than an hour now and neither of us has won, except for you.”
“Sore losers!” The defending champion playfully remarked, enjoying his siblings’ disputes while admiring his new bottle of beer.
“Shut the fuck up!” You all shouted in unison while you threw every cushion towards Klaus’ direction.
Klaus kept on laughing, neatly hiding his precious card under a cushion as he grabbed the bottle opener. “I am loving this moment so much!”
You rolled your eyes and took a sip of beer. “I swear, Klaus! If you’re using your powers again to win this game, you’re dead.”
“I bet he is!” Luther commented and the rest of the siblings agreed to his statement, Ben and Vanya shaking their heads in disbelief.
Klaus nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and smirked. “It’s not my fault if I am extremely talented.”
“Yeah, Cheater, your Caspers should be banned from this house.” Diego muttered, eyes now focused on his deck.
“Klaus, you are no fun!” Ben pointed out, remembering him the rules of not using your powers during game night soon after.
Five obnoxiously cleared his throat, catching everyone’s attention. “Are we done crying? You are interrupting my turn!”
“Bitchy!” Allison and Vanya declared, both of them giving him a go on playing his card.
“Thank you, sisters!” Five sarcastically replied, throwing a Wild Card after taking a huge bite out of his peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich. “Yellow!”
“We are technically against Klaus right now, Five.” Ben rolled his eyes as he had to fish a card.
“Well, actually, thank you, Five!” Vanya proudly smiled, enthusiastically dropping her second last card on the table. “UNO!”
The champion’s eyes suddenly grew wide, alarmed that he might lose this turn, and Vanya gave him a toothy smile as you and your siblings noisily cheered for her.
“Luther, please have a reverse card!” You hoped as you played your yellow card.
“Boring deck, sorry!” Luther sincerely apologised as he dropped a normal yellow card, passing the turn to Diego.
Diego attentively observed his cards and he exasperatedly looked at all of you. “All of these cards, but no fucking yellow. Five, you son of a bitch, where did you learn how to shuffle cards? You’re so bad at it!”
“Maybe the Game Gods just hate you so much, Diego!” Five counter-attacked and loud chuckles flew across the room.
“He’s just a kid, Diego,” You playfully pointed out, earning a round of laughter from your siblings. “cut him some slack.”
“Oh, fucking shut up, (Y/N)!” Five fiercely responded and you laughed louder than the usual, realising how much of a crier the Hargreeves siblings were.
“Fish a card, loser!” Allison demandingly obligated Diego and he grumbled in response, reporting that he has almost lost his patience for the shitty game that you were playing.
“Please don’t let Klaus win, Allison.” Ben sweetly pleaded, his sweet puppy dog eyes showing.
“Sis, I am about to win,” Vanya reminded her, happily shaking her last UNO card. “please skip Klaus.”
Allison guiltily looked at her cards and silently mumbled an apology, playing a normal yellow card and letting Klaus proceed on his turn. Everyone around the table groaned and hoped that he wasn’t holding a yellow or a same-numbered card.
“Yeah, hate me all you want,” Klaus proudly sang after drinking his beer bottom up, throwing his last card soon after. “but I still fucking won.”
Complaints and insults flew across the room while the winner celebrated and gave high fives on different empty spots behind him.
“Fuck you and your ghosts, Cheater!” Ben playfully exclaimed, grip still tight on his cards.
“You would be my ghost bitch, if (Y/N) didn’t save you that night, idiot!” Klaus reminded him, making Ben sigh exasperatedly. You were shocked that Klaus brought the incident up once again, but before you could comment on it, Diego has already spoken up.
“I am so done with these stupid games.” He messily threw his cards on the table. “Can we abolish game night, please? All of us are, now, adults. Well, most of us.”
“Just because the Game Gods are against you, you want to abolish Hargreeves siblings’ game night? That’s unfair, bro! Besides, it’s the only time we don’t stress about our adulthood.” It was impossible that Diego hadn’t got a possible move earlier so you checked his cards properly and you judgingly looked at him. “For fucking real, dumbass? I refuse to believe this.”
The siblings started shutting their mouths up and they paid you their whole attention, eyes filled with curiosity. “What?”
You grabbed a special card from Diego’s deck and raised it in the air. “Diego had the Swap Hand Card and never played it!”
Diego furrowed his eyebrows, not fully understanding what you meant. “The what?”
“Swap Hand Card.” You repeated. “It meant that you could fucking swap cards to anyone you wanted.”
“What the hell?” He was still confused, but frustration quickly wrapped his face as soon as he processed the new information. “I thought it was just a Jolly card and I had it in all of the previous games.”
The room was soonly filled with laughter and insults towards your idiot brother.
“For fuck’s sake, Diego!” Luther shook his head in disappointment as he loudly laughed, relishing how the Kraken immediately lost his cool.
“We painfully watched Klaus win all the damn time when you had the chance to win big time.” Five smartly observed. “Good job, bro!”
Diego was vexed and the jokes that you and your siblings were throwing at him surely didn’t help on calming himself down.��“Fuck you, all of you!” He grabbed the whole deck of UNO cards and violently tossed it across the living room, messily scattering it everywhere.
“Classic, Diego!” Allison slowly clapped, mocking her sibling even more.
“Cool move, dimwit!” Klaus joined his sister in and whistled, exaggeratedly clapping afterwards.
Diego flashed his middle fingers and started heading out of the living room, leaving you and your siblings in shambles.
“At least, pick up the cards, asshole!” Five fiercely shouted.
“Leave me alone, kid!” Diego shouted back and Five was about to teleport towards Diego to fight him, but Luther and Vanya grabbed his elbows to stop him.
“Don’t, you might get hurt big time,” Vanya looked at her brother and flashed a playful smirk. “kid.”
Five groaned and everyone just laughed tumultuously. “I am the oldest one here, stop calling me a kid.”
“You’re thirteen, fly down, child!” You joked, poking the bear even more with your invisible stick.
Five shook his body to take Luther and Vanya’s hands off of him and showed his middle fingers to flip you off.
“Classy, huh?” You watched him chug his black coffee down, aggressively finishing his favourite sandwich subsequently.
“Well, that was fun!” Ben admitted with a huge smile on his face and Vanya softly smiled back at him to agree on his truthful statement.
Game night was fun, huh? Well, it was, but you were glad it happened only once every two weeks or else the Hargreeves’ residence would not find its peace and quiet ever again.
“You all are so hilarious, guys. My ghosts are having so much fun watching you!” Klaus approached as soon as every sibling has calmed down. “Another round?”
“Fuck off, Klaus!”
#hargreeves siblings x reader#hargreeves x reader#luther hargreeves x reader#diego hargreeves x reader#allison hargreeves x reader#klaus hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves x reader#ben hargreeves x reader#vanya hargreeves x reader#the umbrella academy#the umbrella academy x reader#the umbrella academy imagines#tua#tua x reader#hargreeves!siblings#umbrella academy x reader#umbrella academy#masterlist#xbarrjallenx
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Kids Have Terrible Timing (Biadore) - Sarcastacnt
Summary; One of Roy and Danny’s two daughters has a tendency to get over excited at the smallest things and at the worst possible time for her fathers.
“We can always return her right?”
“See, this is what happens when we trust your genes. Let’s take a second to notice how the spawn with my genes is basically a Saint compared to her sister.”
Danny pulled a face and whacked Roy with a pillow. “Not what you said when she ruin, how many of your gowns was it again? 9?”
“It was 15 and you know it.” Roy grumbled still puzzled at how the then five year old Sabrina had gotten a hold of the gowns, let alone figured out how to work his sewing machine. Something that still eluded Danny.
“Let’s just agree that they’re both evil in their own special ways.” Danny offered, trying desperately not to laugh at the pained expression on Roy’s face.
Roy snorted, “Not much longer until they go through puberty. That’s when we cash in all those offers to babysit from Shane.”
Danny groaned and flopped down dramatically against the bed. “Two teenage girls in one house. What the fuck were we thinking?”
Roy shrugged, “Probably that at least one of them would be a boy.”
Danny laughed, “At least then they wouldn’t bug to borrow our drag. Well, your drag.”
Roy laughed at the memory of the two dark haired girls gasping in disbelief at the room full of princess gowns and lumberjack clothing. “Still can’t believe how good that read was, fucking lumberjack.” He was still snickering when Danny decided he was no longer comfortable laying on the bed.
With a surge of power from his left leg he moved to straddle Roy’s hips. “You’re the one who married a lumberjack Haylock.”
Roy automatically dropped his hands to rest on Danny’s thighs. “You married a princess, least I’m still gay in this version of reality.”
Danny snorted, “Whatever, that makes you a princess, least I’m still a man.” He leaned forward and licked Roy’s neck before whispering in his ear. “Although every single time I’ve fucked you while you were dressed as a princess was hot as hell. You really should let me fuck you in drag more often.”
Roy let out a groan as Danny squirmed on his lap. “Why would I put a bunch of clothes on for sex? Doesn’t being naked make everyone’s lives easier?”
Danny began kissing Roy’s jaw, taking a familiar path down to the collar of Roy’s shirt. “I meant when we preform asshole.” He said as he started to work the buttons of Roy’s shirt open.
Roy rolled his eyes, “Because normally after we preform you’re so fucking horny that you beg to get fucked.” Roy brought both hands crashing down on Danny’s ass, “Remember?”
Danny started to kiss his way down Roy’s chest now that the button down was pushed open. “Fuck yeah I do.” He looked up at Roy, eyes gone a little glassy with arousal. “Speaking of which, it’s been quiet for almost an hour. We should probably take advantage while we can.”
Roy chuckled and began to tug at Danny’s shirt. “You’re absolutely right.” When Danny didn’t move to remove his shirt quick enough, Roy rolled them so he was on top. He quickly pulled off the light sleep pants Danny wore and began stroking the already half hard cock. “Doesn’t take much to get you going, does it?” he teased before taking Danny’s erection into his mouth.
“Never has.” Danny admitted before groaning at the very talented tongue that was quickly turning his brain to mush.
Roy held out his hand, without stopping the blow job and Danny reached blindly for the small bottle of lube on the nightstand. He pushed it into Roy’s hand before letting his head fall back against the pillows.
Wasting no time, Roy lubed up two fingers and pressed them into Danny. It only took a few thrusts before Danny was demanding that Roy ‘stop fucking around and put your dick in me!’. With such a sweet request, how could Roy refuse? He pushed his own sleep pants down and lubed up his erection before taking a second to tease Danny’s entrance.
“Fuck me Roy!” Danny demanded, his hips lifting off the bed in frustration.
“Fine, but next time we have time I’m gonna make you pay for being an Impatient bitch.” Roy said as he grabbed Danny’s hips and started to push himself inside-
“DADDY!!!”
*CRASH, SLAM, BANG*
Roy didn’t know how he did it but somehow he got both of them covered up under the blanket before 6 year old Stevie managed to scramble up on the bed.
“Stevie remember how we talked about knocking? And you’re not listening to me at all, are you?” Roy sighed as he swung his legs over the far side of the bed and pulled his pants up. Danny had no chance to pull anything on, Stevie was not only on the bed but sitting happily on Danny’s stomach.
“Daddy! I found something cool! You gotta come see this!” the little girl had a big grin on her face as she waved her hands in the air. Stevie’s grin was an exact match for Danny’s (pre lip injections, of course). In fact Stevie was the spitting image of Adore, especially on the odd occasion her fathers put her in make up. Not only was the physical resemblance strong but both Stevie and Danny were two of the loudest people Roy had ever met.
A quiet knock at the open door caught Roy’s attention. He looked up to see blue eyed eight year old Sabrina shaking her head in exasperation. “Sorry dad, I tried to remind her to knock but…” she trailed off with a shrug, gesturing to the excited noises coming from the bed as Stevie and Danny talked about something Roy couldn’t quite catch.
Roy chuckled, “It’s okay, I understand my love. What were you two doing anyways? I thought we said goodnight an hour ago.”
Sabrina walked around the bed, giving it a wide berth. She had walked too close to the bed once during a similar situation just in time for Stevie to launch herself off the bed (much to her fathers horror) and land on not only her feet but her sister’s as well. “I showed her a book.”
Roy ached an eyebrow, “Why is she so excited about a book.”
Sabrina made a huffing noise as she crawled up on the bed to sit next to Roy. “There were no pictures in it.”
“You’re telling me your sister is losing her mind over a book, without pictures?” Roy could feel his eye start twitching.
Sabrina nodded, “Are you sure she’s really my sister?” she eyed Roy suspiciously.
Roy sighed, they had this conversation every few weeks. “Yes Rini, you both have the same mother, remember?” Roy remembered the initial thrill when they discovered that the surrogate they had used for Sabrina was more then happy to take on another pregnancy for the pair when they decided to expand their family a year and a half later.
“Are you really sure? Did you check?” Sabrina grilled her father as she watched Stevie and Danny (who had managed to pull pants on while he was distracted with Sabrina) rush out of the room to get a look at this ‘amazing book’ that Stevie had discovered.
“Yes Rini I’m a hundred percent sure she’s your sister. Besides she acts just like Dad, doesn’t she? I promise she’s part of this family.”
Sabrina frowned, “Whatever. I’m gonna go make sure they don’t break my stuff.” She hopped off the bed, her long twin braids floating behind her as she stormed off after them.
Roy fell back into bed and began laughing uncontrollably. He had no idea which part of the last five minutes he found so funny. The interrupted sex, Stevie’s excitement over a book without pictures or Sabrina’s continued irritation that her sister was insane.
Tears were streaming down his face, high pitched giggles still escaping him and abdominal muscles cramping when Danny returned.
“She’s nuts.” Danny proclaimed as he flopped down next to Roy.
A minute later, Roy managed to get his laughter under control. “Was she really that excited over a book with no pictures?”
Danny nodded, eyes wide in disbelief. “War and Peace! I didn’t know books could get that big! That shit’s more complicated then anything I ever read!”
Roy nodded, “Katya was reading it last time her and Trixie were over with their hellspawns. She probably forgot it here.” They almost always used drag names when referring to Brian and Brian just to save themselves the confusion.
Danny snorted, “Least we had time to breathe between kids. I don’t know how they managed 3 at once! Like who even has triplets?”
“Trixie and Katya do, poor bastards. If two teenage girls seems like a nightmare waiting to happen, imagine three hormonal teenage boys. The structural damage alone may just bankrupt them! If those two weren’t bald already that’s what would finally do it. Trying to figure out how much to add to the budget for household repairs every week.” Roy mused, choosing to ignore the fact that while he and Danny did in fact have one less kid, one of said kids shared genetic material with Danny. Roy hoped, not for the first time that Stevie calmed down as she got older. Last thing he needed was one of his daughters proudly proclaiming to be a ‘messy slut’. The thought of the generally sweet (if loud) Stevie strutting around in a mini skirt and low cut shirt made Roy shiver in fear.
“We’re never gonna have sex again, are we?” Danny half heartedly complained, lacing his fingers with Roy’s as they looked at each other with tired smiles on their faces.
Roy released Danny’s hand and rolled so he was on top of his husband. “So dramatic.” Roy teased as he captured Danny’s lips in a breath taking kiss.
It wasn’t long before Danny was a moaning, begging mess under him. Roy sighed in relief as he entered Danny roughly, rather pleased with himself for the broken sound that tore itself from Danny’s lips.
“DADDY!!!!”
“I’m taking her back!” Danny proclaimed loudly as Roy pulled away from him and managed to get their pants back on before Stevie came flying into their room again. This time she was screaming something about the ‘coolest bug ever!
Wasn’t parenting fun?
A/N Thank you to the annon who requested a kid fic where Roy and Danny keep getting interrupted. Swore I’d never write one of these but hey, here we are! I’m also tempted to continue this but for the moment it stands alone.
The girls names; Stevie is named for Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac fame and Sabrina is name for an alternative name for a boat neck collar. I know nothing about fashion so that’s what a quick Google search pulled up.
As for the teasing each other about which kid has which genes, it doesn’t mean they love either kid less then the other. I think most parents like to harass their partner about who is responsible for which less desirable trait their off spring demonstrates. Like when Sarabi says to Mufasa in The Lion King “Before sunrise, he’s your son.”
#rpdr fanfiction#biadore#adore delano#bianca del rio#canon compliant#parenting au#kid fic#married#fluff#almost smut#request fic#sarcastacnt
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Chapter 14: To The Boy Next Door
(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)
…in which they play a game.
Word count: 4.7k
AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).
Wattpad link (Thea as Y/N)
ANNOUNCEMENT: The last chapter was supposed to be released on July 1, BUT I have two final exams on that same week, so I’ll have no choice but to move the schedule forward.
Last My Girl update: July 8, 2020. (July 3: Tumblr preview and full chapter on Patreon).
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One year later
“Come in.”
When Asher entered the room, Gemma almost didn’t recognize him. He’d got a beard now, and he wasn’t wearing a suit. If she hadn’t known the charming Asher in the past, she would be so shocked to find out he was the CEO’s son. Too bad she didn’t care enough to wonder what had happened to him after his business had gone bankrupt because his father had refused to finance it. Now he was just a regular accountant.
His eyes went wide when he saw her sitting with his dad in the CEO office.
Hello, Asher, she thought, yet gave him nothing but a polite nod as if they were meeting for the first time.
“Asher, I suppose you remember Gemma?” asked his father with a sigh.
“Yes,” Asher mumbled, his gaze falling to the floor.
Of course he remembered her. Abusers always remembered their victims.
His dad looked from him back to Gemma. Hands folded on the desk, he said, “Gemma is our new COO. I hope you will have no trouble working for her.”
Asher’s head jerked up as if he’d just heard a gunshot. And Gemma, of course, was the one holding the gun.
She relished his astonishment and cracked a smile as she rose from her seat and walked toward him. She extended her hand, but he didn’t take it.
“Working for her?” he asked his dad, who replied with a stern expression.
“Yes. She’s your new boss.”
Gemma broke into a smirk, still holding out her hand in the space between them. Asher’s eyes had grown so big they nearly took over his entire face. “You,” he hissed at her, “I can't believe you weaselled your way into this company.”
“Oh, no.” Gemma frowned pretentiously and dropped her hand down to her side. “I’ve been a shareholder for almost a year. I’ve done more for this company in that short amount of time than you have your whole life.”
He thinned his lips and glared at her, unable to muster a single word.
She hated him but respected his father. And what was better as revenge than making sure she took everything he wanted? First, his father’s affection. Soon, his father’s company.
“I don’t want to make this unpleasant for you, Asher,” her voice dropped so low as she leaned in so only the two of them could hear. “Or maybe I do. So you better be a nice employee, because I wouldn't be sorry to kick you out of here.”
His face dimmed as she stepped away. If there was a camera, she’d take a picture and put it in a frame. Though she doubted this would be the last time she got to see that defeated look on his face.
"See you around, Ash," she said, placing a hand on her hip as she breezed right past him out of the room.
Two interns, a blonde and a dark-skinned girl, rose from their cubicles and rushed up to her as she was heading for the lift.
“Excuse me,” the blonde said timidly. “Are you...our new COO?”
“Y-Yes, yes, I am.” Gemma worked up a smile and the girls giggled to each other like teenagers.
“Congratulations and welcome!” said the dark-skinned one, who said her name was Marie and her friend was Claria. Gemma assumed they were going to fangirl about her brother, but then Marie said, “We love your sister-in-law’s book. We’re such big big fans.”
It took Gemma a second. “Y/N? She and Harry aren’t–”
“Future sister-in-law,” Claria corrected her friend, looking nervously from Marie back to Gemma. “We’ve...heard some rumours. Can you confirm or deny it?”
“I cannot. But I’ll let her know about you girls.”
The girls grinned like the Cheshire Cat, and Gemma could tell they were trying their best not to freak out. She waved them goodbye and hastened into the lift before the door closed.
Her phone buzzed with a new text.
Isey: Lunch? :)
Lunch :) she replied, biting back a grin.
Another notification popped up. A reply from Harry's girl. Gemma rolled her eyes as she remembered lending Harry her phone a couple of weeks ago. He'd changed most names in her contacts and she'd only managed to change back a few of them.
Harry's girl: Thanks for the birthday wish, Gem! (heart emoji)
You're welcome! Is Harry coming home today?
Harry's girl: I hope not. But idk.
We never know. How can you STAND him? Ugh.
Harry's girl: I can't lol.
Harry's girl: Anyway, what was his reaction?
Gemma knew right away whom Y/N was talking about.
Priceless, she responded.
Harry's girl: QUEEN. Make his life a living hell.
Oh I will. Certainly.
The door slid open with a ding, and Gemma tucked the phone into her bag. Her assistant was waiting outside to direct her to her new office. With a smile on her face, she stepped out of the lift and shook the assistant's hand.
She was so ready for this new beginning.
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“Good aaaaaafternoon, girlfriend! Are you feeling twenty-two?”
Y/N laughed hoarsely as she blinked a few times to let her vision get used to the light from the windows opposite the bed. “You’re embarrassing,” she said, yawning.
On the phone, Harry gasped. “Did you just wake up?!”
“I stayed up all night talking to you and had a zoom meeting with Laura this morning. Besides, it’s Sunday.”
“It’s your birthday.”
“Duh.” She grinned at the ceiling and exhaled. “I’m twenty-two now. I’m like...old.”
“Ouch. Well, aren’t you supposed to get ready for the book signing?”
“Book signing is tomorrow. Bad boyfriend.”
The sound of his laugh made her heart leap. She missed him so much. He’d been in New York for two weeks and wouldn’t be back until next Thursday, which meant she’d have to spend this birthday without him. She wasn’t sure if she should let him know she wished he were here. She really did. But she also didn’t want him to drop everything and fly back to her for only one night. He’d done that before and it'd been romantic, still, she never wanted him to do it again.
“To prove that I’m not a bad boyfriend,” he said, snapping her back to the moment. “I have a surprise for you.”
She sat up straight and whipped her head to the door. “Goddamn it, Harry,” she huffed, “if you tell me you’re standing right outside–”
“No!” He burst out laughing. “No, no, no, I’m still in New York.”
She sighed in relief, but couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.
“My surprise is in the pocket of my favourite suit,” he said.
She had no idea what he might have up his sleeves (quite literally). Still, she rolled out of bed, shoved her feet into her slippers, and padded out of the room.
Two years ago on this same day, he’d brought her to the roof of an abandoned building, where they’d watched the night city and eaten his homemade cupcakes. On her twenty-first birthday, they hadn’t been talking. And so this year, she’d suspected that he must have planned something extravagant to surprise her, even though he wasn’t home to celebrate with her. The surprise had come a bit earlier than expected.
She switched on the light in the walk-in closet, which was as large as her old flat. His favourite suit was the one he’d worn on Grammy’s night. Sparkling dark velvet to match the aesthetic of her silvery mermaid gown, which, unfortunately, she hadn’t got a chance to show off to the world.
She stuck her hand into the breast pocket of the jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Found it."
“Go on. Read it,” he encouraged.
“If it says ‘Happy Birthday, smiley face’, I’ll strangle you when you come back.”
A laugh burst right through him. “Your choking kink is getting out of hand, babe.”
“Shut up.” She huffed, unfolding the note. “Should have said I loved you,” she read aloud. “What does that mean?”
“You can ask for my help only once. Call me when you’ve found the fifth clue.”
“Wait!”
But he’d already hung up.
She almost called him back but then decided not to. She didn't want to waste her only chance to ask for help.
Classic treasure hunt, she thought, rereading the sentence.
The prize would be her birthday present for sure. Maybe he’d hidden it in the wood somewhere. A normal boyfriend would just have the birthday present delivered, or leave it on the table or in the garage, not challenge his girlfriend’s two only active brain cells with a children’s game. But Y/N wasn’t a normal girlfriend. And as much as she hated working for something other than her writing, a part of her was excited.
“Should have said I loved you,” she thought out loud, then snapped her fingers and rushed across the hallway to his library.
Two years ago, she’d told him she’d loved him for the first time and received silence in return. In this very room, he’d watched her leave.
She stood in front of the giant bookcase, which he’d had installed a month after she’d officially moved in. Most of these books were from her collection. On a shelf in the middle stood three framed photos of them. Them in Paris. Them with their families on a vacation last summer. Them at her graduation.
She flipped each frame over to check the back, but none had what she was looking for. She tapped her foot impatiently on the carpet while assessing the rest of the bookcase. It didn’t take her too long to notice that one book was upside down.
P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern.
Of course. Of-fucking-course.
She rolled her eyes, feeling a smile stretching her lips as she took the book from the shelf and opened it to the first page. There was a post-it note that said:
Congrats, babe. You’ve found it. Next clue: Where the magic happens ;)
‘Where the magic happens.’ If it wasn’t sexual, the winky face had made sure that it was.
Could it be their bed? Nope. She'd slept there last night.
Could it be the first place they’d had sex?
Could the next clue be inside that car?
She jolted with a start and dashed out of the library, and as soon as she reached the stairs, she suddenly halted.
No. She didn’t remember which car they’d had sex in for the first time, and he’d got a whole collection of cars. It’d take forever to search every single one. That wasn’t the right answer.
Sighing, she stood on the first stair and contemplated the clue again.
They used to play Treasure Hunt when they were younger. There were usually at least five or six clues, and the first three should be easy.
Could it be her flat? Most of their ‘secret relationship’ had happened in her flat. It used to be their secret kingdom. Impenetrable. Disconnected to the outside world. They’d also had their second real kiss outside her door, and she still had until the end of this month before she must return the keys to the landlord.
She wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t going to drive all the way there just to find out she was wrong.
And so she decided to call him.
“Let me guess,” he said as soon as the beeping stopped. “You’re either super impatient or your fairy godmother appeared and helped you find all five clues.”
She rolled her eyes. “Third clue. Is it your car or my flat?”
“My car?” He sounded confused, which gave her the impression that she might have got it wrong.
Her cheeks burnt as she said, “We had sex for the first time in your car.”
“No, not my car, but damn, I should have thought of that.”
“So it’s my flat?”
“Are you sure you want to ask me now?”
“Yes.”
“Yes,” he smugly confirmed. “It’s your flat. Now you’re on your own until the final clue.”
“Fuck,” she grunted and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I thought you’d have trouble with this one, too. I mean, we fuck everywhere these days.”
“If my birthday present isn’t worth all this, we won’t be fucking ever again.”
He gasped at the threat, and she could picture him wearing that stupid crooked smile as he told her, “Good luck, kid. I believe in you.”
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She found the next clue on Thumper’s lap.
When she’d moved most of her furniture to Harry’s house, she’d forgotten to take the purple stuffed bunny with her. She held it under her arm and scrutinized the pink post-it note, which said:
I cannot believe you left Thumper behind. Third clue: Drunk little deer.
“Drunk little deer? What does that even mean?” Then she looked at Thumper. “Should I kick him in the balls when I see him?”
She made the rabbit nod and burst out laughing at how crazy she sounded. If anyone walked in and saw her talking to a stuffed animal, they would assume she was either crazy or drunk.
Drunk.
She was the drunk little deer. Drunk Bambi.
The answer was the place he'd seen her drunk for the first time.
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Andrew recognized Y/N right from the moment she stepped into the pub. He leaned over the counter and shouted for everyone to hear, “Little girl! Good to see you again!”
“Andrew," she smiled and shouldered her way towards the bar.
He eyed her up and down as she slid onto one of the stools. “You look different. I hope you’re not here to drink again. I might have to kick you out.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You look different, too. I like your new hair.”
Andrew rubbed his shiny bald head, scowling at her as she raised a smile and rested her chin on her knuckles. Andrew might look intimidating, especially now without his hair, but he was one of the softest people she’d ever met. He’d been so kind to her during her tough times and even let her haunt his pub day and night until Harry had come for the rescue.
“You’re kind of famous now, aren’t you?” Andrew said. “I’ve read your book. It didn’t suck.”
“You have?”
He lifted one giant shoulder of his, pursing his lips. “My wife made me. She's a big fan. Your boyfriend came two weeks ago and he even signed the book for her. He said he was the one in the story.”
“My boyfriend was here?”
Andrew gave a nod.
The voices in Y/N's head started cheering like she’d just won a wrestling match. It would have been so embarrassing if she'd asked Andrew first and then found out she'd got it wrong.
“Well, did he leave...something for me? A message perhaps?”
Andrew growled as he turned away, and without a word, disappeared through a stained curtain behind him. He came back five minutes later and handed her a green post-it note with an unreadable grimace on his face.
She snatched it immediately. A laugh crackled out of her as if he’d just given her gold.
Hi babe, you’re almost there! My biggest fans (not you) have the final clue. Get back to work.
“He gave this to me when he signed the book,” Andrew said.
Y/N mumbled the words over as she tried to figure them out. Her first guess for ‘biggest fans (not you)’was Gemma and Isaac. But then she got rid of the idea because they had to be at the same place at the same time in order for this to work, and Gem and Isaac were both at work.
Which two people were together right now and were also Harry’s biggest fans?
‘Get back to work.’
Yes. That’s it!
Y/N thrust the post-it note into her bag and rose from the stool. “I’m sorry. This must be weird to you.”
“It’s quite romantic, actually," Andrew said.
“Really?”
“And weird. You two are both weird. What a perfect couple.”
“Gee, thanks.”
As she spun on her heels, Andrew called after her, “Hey, little girl. I’m sorry I said you weren’t a real writer.”
“You said that?”
“You were drunk,” he chuckled. “Anyway, bring your weird boyfriend back sometimes.”
“I will. If there’s free beer.”
“Get out of here.” He shot his finger toward the door, but it was the first time she’d seen Andrew smile with his whole face.
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Eddie’s bookshop was busy on most Sundays. Well, it had been busy almost every day since Y/N had credited him in her latest best-selling debut novel.
She entered the shop and was immediately recognized by a group of schoolgirls, who asked her to sign their new copies of her book and questioned her about the story. She recycled the same amiable answers that didn’t give away any more than what they might already know. Since she’d already got used to the attention, the fans didn’t intimidate her anymore.
She took a selfie with the girls and bid them goodbye. Then one of the new employees told her that Eddie and Alice were sorting books at the back. She wandered along aisles until she found them. Eddie was scolding Alice for putting hardcovers in between paperbacks. Nothing got on Eddie’s nerves as much as putting hardcovers in between paperbacks.
“The hardcovers take more shelf-space so you cannot put them there! God, Alice, were you drunk when you were sorting these books?”
“I wish I were drunk now,” Alice said, and her eyes lit up as she saw Y/N. She nearly tackled Y/N to the floor with a violent hug, and Y/N returned with half as much enthusiasm.
“You’re like a Golden Retriever,” Y/N said, pulling back and cupping her friend’s face.
“Happy birthday! I was gonna send you–”
Eddie didn’t wait for Alice to finish as he pushed her aside to step forward, his face brightened like the sun. “You’re here for the clue, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I–”
“We can’t just hand it to you.” That sun-like face suddenly turned serious. “You need a password. What is Harry’s favourite book?”
Y/N arched an eyebrow at Eddie as if expecting him to say ‘gotcha!’ But he only mirrored her expression as he crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for an answer.
“Seriously?” Y/N scoffed, looking at her two friends. “He’s that narcissistic?”
Alice smirked as she raised a shoulder. “Either you answer or search this entire bookshop yourself.”
“I fucking hate him and I fucking hate both of you.” Y/N rolled her eyes upward and exhaled sharply. “Norwegian Wood.”
“Huh?”
“That’s his favourite book,” she told Alice and remembered Alice didn’t read fiction unless it was compulsory. “Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami.”
Eddie looked confused. “He loves Haruki Murakami? His books are misogynistic.”
“Harry’s got a bad taste in authors. But judging from your reactions, I suppose that is not the correct answer, and I should probably break up with my boyfriend because I don’t know what his favourite book is.”
“You do, Y/N.” Alice beamed as she leaned a shoulder against the bookcase. “You’re thinking too big. It’s pretty simple.”
“Shit. Is it my book?” Y/N asked, then pinched the bridge of her nose as Eddie began to smile. “Goddamn it, he’s like my dad times ten.”
“What did your dad do?” Eddie asked.
“He bought a bunch of copies of my book and sent them to our relatives for Christmas. It was pretty embarrassing.”
“Aww.”
“ALICE!”
“Jesus Christ!” Alice covered her ears as she shot Eddie a glare. “I’m standing right next to you.”
“Go get the clue!” Eddie flicked his fingers at her. “Go! Hurry!”
Alice rolled her eyes and flipped him off as she backed out of the aisle. Eddie ignored her and turned back to Y/N, grinning from ear to ear like he was the birthday girl. “Are you excited?”
“Not as much as you are. That’s for sure,” Y/N said and made sure he knew she was joking by giving him a toothy grin.
“I’m not gonna tell you what the surprise is, you know.”
“I’m not asking.”
Eddie’s laugh was high as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “What I can tell you is that you’re gonna love it. Too bad I cannot be there to see your reaction.”
“Trust me,” she said. “You don’t wanna see me scold Harry through the phone.”
Alice returned with a copy of My Girl and handed it to Y/N with a smile that possibly meant, ‘You’re gonna love this’.
Suspicious and somewhat elated, Y/N opened the book to the dedication page.
To Mum, Dad, and the boy next door.
Those were her words. Below was his handwriting: Hi my love :)
Curious, she turned to the first chapter. This wasn’t just another copy of her book, of which she’d got all the different covers at home. With this one, Harry had done the same thing he’d done to her journal. His handwriting was scattered across the pages. He’d underlined all the quotes he’d enjoyed and left comments about them on the side.
Y/N heard Eddie say something about how he would never write in books and Alice immediately shush him for being rude. Y/N never wrote in books, either, but she loved reading Harry’s handwritten notes. It felt like he was reading the story with her. The butterflies in her stomach went wild just from imagining him taking his time writing on each page and grinning at his own jokes. If this was the birthday surprise, she could not ask for anything more.
However, she knew he had to be more extra than this.
And there it was. Proof that this was not the surprise. On the very last page, he wrote:
Meet me where the sky meets the earth.
“Where the sky meets the earth?” she thought out loud and glanced up at Eddie, who responded with a shrug. Alice did, too. Y/N didn’t think they were lying. Harry must have told them what the surprise was, but not the answers to these cryptic messages.
Eddie patted her on the back as he wished her good luck and shooed Alice back to the front to assist the customers. Y/N was left behind to work it out on her own. She leaned against the bookcase, pondering over the words.
Hadn’t Harry said she was allowed to call him when she reached the fifth clue?
She tucked the book under her arm and pulled out the phone from the pocket of her jeans.
“Hi, babe!”
“I’ve got the fifth clue,” she blurted. “What do I do now?”
“I don’t know. Solve it?”
“Yes, smartarse. The answer is, I don’t know.”
“You’re not even thinking.”
“You said you’d help me!”
“I said I’d help you once,” he countered. “And I did. I told you to call me just so I know when you’ve reached the final clue.”
“So you’re not gonna help me with this one?”
He was quiet for a moment. “Well, I can give you a hint. What do all the places you’ve visited today have in common?”
She chewed on her lip, an arm folded over her chest. “They’re memories,” she whispered.
“That’s right,” he whispered back, like they didn’t want anyone to overhear their conversation. “This last place is a memory as well. Where the sky meets the earth. Think, kid.”
She pouted. “Can I please get another hint?”
“You don’t get to talk in a cute voice and manipulate me, Bambi,” he sighed. “Fine. Our first date.”
“Holmes Chapel?!”
He said nothing and hung up.
It took Y/N a few seconds, but she believed she’d got the answer.
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She took the lift and climbed four sets of stairs to the roof.
Adrenaline buzzed right through her, causing her hands to shake and her heart to pound against her ribcage. The metal was cold against her fingertips as she pawed the heavy door open slowly. It was unlocked.
The cold wind gushed in, blowing her hair out of her face as she stepped into the night. The city of London gleamed before her eyes. Where the sky meets the earth. This was where they could see stars high above and down below.
And there he was. Waiting for her with that smug crooked grin on his stupid face.
“Hi,” he said.
Oh, how she’d missed his stupid beautiful face.
She tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket and ambled forward, still thinking him being here was too good to be true.
He lifted both hands like a surrendered criminal, both eyebrows raised as he said, “Before you get angry, I can explain.”
“Please do,” she demanded but found herself smiling.
With the wind in his hair, dimples on his cheeks and city light in his eyes, he looked absolutely breathtaking. She couldn’t hate him even if she tried.
Harry exhaled unsteadily through his mouth before mumbling, “Here I go,” and then he was on his knee in front of her.
She didn’t react when he took her cold hand and pressed it against his warm chest. She could feel his heart beating almost in sync with her own.
“Are you surprised?” he asked, chuckling nervously.
She exhaled a quiet laugh and said, “Yes, but also no.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Because I warned you this would happen?”
“Because you warned me this would happen.” Her mouth curved at the corner as she recalled the Oscar night in his LA house, both of them drunk, him on his knee like this, a promise, and how in love she’d felt, almost as much as she did in this very moment.
“Is this too early or too late?” he ventured.
“This is perfect.”
She pressed her lips into a smile, and his green eyes flickered in the semi-darkness. “Well then.” He straightened his back. “Y/N ‘Bambi’ Y/L/N.”
“Yes.” Her voice was so brittle she feared he wouldn’t hear it, her stomach twisted into triple knots, her chest fluttering and her fingers trembling.
He held her gaze as the corner of his mouth arched. “Will you…”
“I swear to God if you’re jok–”
“Marry me,” he blurted, panting as though saying those words had drained all the energy out of him. “Marry me. I want to annoy you for the rest of my life. I want every fight, every laugh, every up and down, every kiss, every touch, everything about you. I will love you until all my teeth fall out, until you finally learn to cook–”
“I’ll never learn to cook.”
“I know,” he chuckled. “Most importantly, I’ll even let you love young Leo a bit more than me, but only sometimes.”
She covered her mouth. What meant to be a laugh came out as a sob.
“I would have written a speech, but I figured you’d roast me for my bad writing, so I’d rather improvise and blame this awful proposal on it being improvised.”
“God, you’re fucking annoying,” she laughed tearily into her hand and he was laughing, too.
Quickly, he got to his feet and tugged her into him. She circled her arms around his waist, her face buried into his chest as she inhaled the scent she’d missed achingly in the last two weeks.
“My girl is such a crybaby,” he said, kissing the top of her head, her temple, her ear, her cheek, her forehead. He kissed and held her until she’d calmed down.
“Yes,” she told him at last, lifting her eyes up to his.
“Yes, you’re a crybaby?”
“Yes, you’re a dumbarse and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life roasting you and yes, I’ll sometimes love young Leo more than you but only sometimes, because you’re the greatest love of my life and I cannot imagine a life without you–”
He stopped her with his lips, his hands tenderly cupping her face as his thumbs moved slowly over her chin, cheeks and jawlines. She’d imagined that their first kiss after two weeks apart would be sexually aggressive and against-the-wall hot, but this kiss was slow and sensual and passionate and full of wanting. It felt like his promise for their future together. One that would last.
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Passing Seasons
Harald gets a taste of opulence the moment he touches down on Hong Kong.
[A continuation of this.]
[Written for @aphasiaweek with a focus on Taiwan, Macau and Hong Kong.]
He probably should’ve noticed the moment they got on the plane.
Even though Harald and his brother have had the privilege of travelling to a different country once a year since they were young, all of their flights have been spent taking the economy class. But on the flight to Hong Kong, he and Leon were accosted by a smiling flight attendant right at Heathrow Airport and lead to the very front of their plane, where they have their own private suite.
He’s in said suite now, the divider up between him and his boyfriend while he calls Stellan before takeoff.
“This flight probably costs more than what I make in a year!” He exclaims. “Leon said the tickets probably got mixed up or something, but in that case it’s the luckiest damn mixup ever. Look at this place!” Harald moves his phone around to display his surroundings. “The seats are so soft I could melt into them.”
On his phone, Stellan’s eyes widen at the sight of the cabin. “My goodness, I’ve lived in college dorms smaller than that.”
“I know, right? Leon’s on the other side of this divider, having a pre-flight cocktail. I didn’t even know that was a thing, for fuck’s sake! Imagine getting drunk before you’re even in the air.”
“Did Leon tell you where the two of you will be staying, by the way?”
“I think we’re staying in a hotel,” he replies. “He’s been really secretive about this trip, even though it’s so important.”
Stellan frowns. “Oh, that’s not good. Has he been acting differently lately?”
“No, not really. But I’m a little nervous, going so far away while knowing so little.”
“That’s natural. Remember to look out for yourself, especially since you don’t know much about Leon’s family and friends in Hong Kong.”
The intercom crackles above. “Cabin crew, prepare for takeoff.”
“Take care.” Stellan’s eyes crinkle as he gives a rare smile. “Call me if anything happens, okay? Even if it’s three in the morning for me I’ll get up to listen.”
“Thanks, Stell. I have to go now, but I’ll call again when I get to Hong Kong. See you.”
“Bye.”
He lowers the divider in the cabin after he’s hung up. “I’m still in shock,” Harald tells Leon. “How on earth did the airline mess up this much to our favour?”
“We’re just lucky, I guess.” Leon slides him a flute of champagne, eyes already slightly-glazed over. “It’s a good start to our trip. You nervous?”
“A little,” he admits. “It’ll be my first time to Asia, for one, and I’ll be meeting all your old friends and your family. What if they don’t like me?”
Leon cups his cheek, smiling tipsily. “They’re all going to love you, I promise.”
The aircraft rumbles and begins to move. He leans over to nuzzle his neck. “If you say so.”
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Thirteen hours later, a very disoriented Harald clings on to Leon’s arm while they stumble through the Hong Kong International Airport. Groups of people are milling around, searching for the washroom, baggage pickup or both. Despite not having been back in years, Leon seems to know his way around perfectly and manages to get the two of them out of the airport without a hitch.
A neatly-dressed lady is waiting for them outside the airport, standing by a limousine with a pleasant smile. “Welcome to Hong Kong, Mr. Wang and Mr. Grieg,” she greets. “We are here to take you to the Four Seasons Hotel. Would you like us to help you with your luggage?”
“Wait, wh - “
“Yes, please.” Leon nods to their cart of suitcases, and a group of workers immediately exit the limousine to pick them up. “Thank you very much.”
“Leon, what the hell is going on?” He hisses. “Isn’t the Four Seasons one of Hong Kong’s most expensive - “
“Just relax, babe.” He pecks Harald on the forehead. “I know what I’m doing.”
He leads him into the limousine and sits him down on the plush velvet seat. Harald stares out the window, as though about to try and escape any moment. “Is this another mixup?”
“I hope not.” Leon places his hand over his and smiles. “I just wanted you to be able to stay at the best place possible while here.”
He gapes at the limousine, at the people still carrying their suitcases and stowing them in the trunk. “How much did all this cost?”
Leon fidgets, suddenly looking down. “Uh...” he mumbles, “thirteen thousand six hundred pounds - “
“What - “
“ - per night.”
“WHAT?” He nearly leaps out of his seat. “We can’t afford this! How long did you save up for the stay? Did you have to sell anything? How deep in debt are we? What the flying, soaring, somersaulting shit - “
“Harald!” Leon wraps an arm around him. “I promise we’re not bankrupt or anything like that. I just happen to be friends with some people who work at the hotel, and they managed to get us a special discount. Really, you don’t have to worry about it.”
“You could’ve at least warned me. If I’d known we’d be picked up in a limo, I wouldn’t have boarded the plane looking like a hungover college kid.”
“I think you look as cute as ever.”
“Shut up.”
They begin to drive away from the airport. Harald can’t help perking up to look out the window, staring in awe at the massive white bridge they leave Lantau Island on, then the rolling countryside mingling with the occasional building.
They pass schools, shipping ports, shopping malls galore, but the most stunning sight is that of Hong Kong Island. Soaring skyscrapers are a massive contrast to the few colonial buildings left, and everywhere, pedestrians of all kinds mill around.
Leon snuggles into him, squashing him against the window. “So what do you think?”
“It’s beautiful.” They pass a mall that looks like a miniature version of New York’s Times Square. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Wait ‘til you see our hotel.”
The limo pulls up in front of the Four Seasons and Harald’s jaw drops. This can’t be their hotel, it just can’t. The representative opens the door for them and leads them into the grand, gleaming building while their luggage is being taken care of. Still in shock, Harald steps into the stunning lobby and looks around. Not even the W Hotel, reputed as one of London’s best hotels, is this extravagant.
The elevator is transparent, letting them look out onto the busy streets of Wan Chai. He can’t stop pinching himself, for this breathtaking building can’t be where he’s staying.
The biggest shock comes when they open the door to their suite.
“What is this?” Harald can’t even bring himself to step inside. The suite looks more like the living apartments of some Western monarch of old, with plush, elegantly-carved furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows showing the view and an actual chandelier hanging from the painted ceiling. Their suitcases are already there, opened up in their bedroom and waiting to be unpacked.
Leon is already making himself comfortable, pulling his clothes out of his suitcase and picking some out to wear after his shower. He looks at Harald, who’s still partially in shock. “What’re you waiting for?”
He gingerly enters the suite, eyes wide. He can’t even speak.
While Leon busies himself with showering, Harald takes out his phone and calls his brother.
“How was your flight?” Is the first thing Stellan asks after picking up.
“It was amazing. The food was great, for one, and in the middle of the flight the attendants flattened my seat into a bed. But that’s not the point.” Harald flips his phone’s camera around and moves it around his room. “This is the hotel suite Leon booked for us!”
He sits in silence for a while, quietly observing the room. “Well,” he finally says, “that’s certainly... something.”
“It’s a lot.”
“How much did this cost?”
“Too much, that’s for sure.” Harald glances at the bathroom. He’ll have to shower after Leon. “Thankfully Leon has friends here and pulled some strings so we can stay here cheaper.”
Stellan glances at something out of the camera - probably his husband - and waves him away. “It should be about three in the afternoon in Hong Kong right now. What do you have planned for the rest of the day?”
“I’m going to shower first. How ‘bout you?”
“I have an interview this afternoon, but that’s about it,” he says. “Have fun in Hong Kong, okay?”
“I will. Good luck in your interview.”
They chat for a while more before Leon is finally done with his shower and it’s his turn to freshen up. Even the bathroom is fancy - everything’s made of marble, the towels are still-warm and the soap fragrant. He almost wants to stay in there forever until he remembers he has a city to explore.
Leon is on his phone, sitting on their massive bed when he comes out. “My brother and a friend of mine are meeting us at the hotel lobby in five minutes.”
“Your friend?”
“Her name’s Ling,” he explains. “She’s from Taiwan and pretty famous in the fashion world - her store opened a branch in Milan just last month.”
“Ooh.” Harald flops down next to him. The sheets are impossibly soft. “Woah, this is the best bed I’ve ever slept in.”
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Leon jokes. “We have go to down to the lobby.”
He reluctantly gets up from the bed and follows him out of the suite.
...
Vicente and Ling are waiting for them at the doors of the hotel. Leon waves at them, hand in hand with his boyfriend, and power-walks towards them as fast as he can without looking like he’s running.
“Jia Lin!” Ling rushes forward and envelopes him in a hug, laughing, “it’s been too long! You’re way taller now and your hair’s no longer a disaster but I see you still have shit fashion sense!”
His brother ruffles his hair. “Well, you can’t blame him. Londoners are even worse.”
Leon squirms out of Ling’s arms. “Why is it that the first thing you two do after seeing me is to roast me?”
“Is that your boyfriend?” She abandons Leon to approach Harald. “Hello there! Welcome to Hong Kong!”
With a skittish glance at him, Harald manages a smile. “Hi. My name’s Harald, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“No need to be so formal lah, just saying ‘hi’ is enough.” Ling stops in front of him, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I’m Yue Ling, but people always manage to mess up ‘Yue’ despite it being a three-letter word so just call me Ling.”
“Uh, sure.”
Vicente gives Leon another slap on the shoulder before going to greet Harald. “Hi again. I don’t think you forgot who I am, right?”
“No, who are you?”
“Shut up.”
“So!” Leon interrupts. “Where do you want to go?”
Ling turns to him. “Shouldn’t you be the one deciding that? You’re the one who hasn’t been back for a while.”
Where to go first? There are so many old spots he simply has to revisit, but what sort of place will give Harald a good impression of his home city? Then his stomach growls. “I say we go eat something first.”
“Why don’t we go to Chu’s, then?” Vicente suggests.
“It’s still up?”
“Of course. I don’t think anyone would have the heart to close that place down.”
“Hell yeah.” Leon goes to take Harald’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “I haven’t had their milk tea in, like, forever.”
Fifteen minutes later, the four of them are seated on rickety plastic chairs around a table, surrounded by shouting customers and waiters alike. He stares at the menu flattened to the table by the pane of glass and tries to decide exactly what he should order. These are foods he won’t be able to find anywhere outside Hong Kong, from garlic-fried noodles to fresh fishballs to egg custard that’s actually good, and every one of them gives him a pang of nostalgia.
Harald is pressed up next to him, squinting at the characters. “I understand all these words separately.”
He points at one of the dishes. “That one’s Hong Kong-style French toast. The one next to it is a, uh...” How do you translate this into English? “A toasted bun with condensed milk.”
They place their orders soon after. It feels amazing to be able to speak Cantonese again, to be surrounded by his mother tongue like a warm blanket. The chatter of the restaurant makes him feel like a secondary school student again, having afternoon tea after a long day of class. Leon takes a sip of his creamy milk tea and indulges himself with the memories for a while.
His phone rings in the middle of one of Vicente’s story. He looks at his screen, rolling his eyes when he realises it’s Yao. “Hello?”
“Ka Long! You’re back in Hong Kong now, right?”
“Yeah. I’m coming over for dinner tonight in case you forgot.”
“I know, I know. Did you bring that boyfriend of yours along?”
How did Yao know he brought Harald over? Better not to question. Leon sighs. “Yes.”
“What’s his full name?”
“Harald Grieg.”
“Aiyah, you brought a gwai zai home?”
He grits his teeth. “Why does it matter if he’s a Westerner or not?”
“No, no, it doesn’t. I’m just surprised, that’s all. What does he do for a living?”
“He’s the head chef at the Dragon Room.”
“Really now?” Yao says incredulously. “Very impressive. Educational background?”
“He didn’t go to university - “
“HE DROPPED OUT!?”
“No, he made the decision not to go.” Leon shoots his boyfriend an apologetic look even though he knows he can’t understand the conversation. “He went to culinary school and got a diploma.”
“Which culinary school?”
“No clue.”
“Okay, sure. What’s his net worth? If you don’t know, what’s his family’s?”
“I don’t know that either.”
“How many houses does he own?”
Leon blinks. Only his brother would want to know his partners’ property statistics. He prods Harald. “This is a stupid question, but how many houses does your family own?”
“There’s the house in Trondheim, which is the one my brother’s living in, and we have a summer home in Akureyri. Why do you ask?”
“Nothing, nothing.” He parrots that information to Yao.
“Only two houses?” Yao repeats, disappointed. Leon resists the urge to throw his phone. “How many cars, then?”
“One.”
“Ugh, of course. Boats?”
He pokes Harald again. “Another stupid question, but do you have any boats?”
“Stellan and I have a motorboat we used to go out to sea with,” he replies. “What’s with you suddenly taking interest in the stuff I own?”
“It’s nothing, really.” Leon pecks him on the forehead. Across the table, Ling makes a face. He tells Yao over the phone, “he has a motorboat.”
“No yachts?”
“No yachts,” Leon confirms.
There’s silence on the other side for a long time. Then Yao finally asks quietly, “so you’re dating someone with no university education, two houses, one car and only one boat?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” He half-shouts in English. Some people from other tables turn to stare at him. “Who cares if Harald’s not a multibillionaire? I love him, and that’s that!”
“He doesn’t even have a yacht!”
One more comment on Harald’s lack of yachts and I will throw this phone across the room, Leon seethes internally. “Quit your judging for now. You can make up your mind when Harald comes over for dinner tonight.”
#aph hongice#aph sar brothers#aph chinese trio#aph hong kong#aph iceland#aph macau#aph taiwan#aph china#aph fanfiction#my writing#aphasiaweek#crazy rich asians parody#spoiler alert: i've never been to the four seasons hotel here so idk how accurate the room is#i'm a Commoner don't expect my rich people bs to be accurate#also the original crazy rich asians had a bit of angst but i don't want to write any so this lineup of fics is just going to be ridiculous#china be like (shrek meme) 'he doesn't even have a yacht'
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Chance meeting
Pairing: Jaebeom x Reader (Jackson , Yugyeom, BamBam, Mark, Jinyoung)
Genre: POV you - fluff, POV Jaebeom - smut
Word Count: 5 k
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POV You
You drove up to the club and dialed Jackson . Am I his personal driver?, you thought. They don't have a manager? What am I doing here? You didn't know guys of the rest of his band. If it wasn't for Jackson, you wouldn't be listening to k-pop at all. But their songs were really good.
"Ooh... Baby are you here?" a drunken voice answered your call.
"I'm outside the club"
"Baby, come to us, it's so much fun. You have to dance with us!"
"Jackson, you're either going out now or I'm going home and you're taking a taxi by yourself!"
"Baby, what if we get a terrible driver. We're so drunk, and he'll take our pictures and put it in the SNS. They'll get me kicked out of the group. I'll go to bankrupt after paying fines for breach of contract. I'll be homeless. And my parents will die from the horror that they have a terrible son like me" he whined at you.
"Oh, shut up... I'll come now, just shut up!"
"I'm waiting for you baby!" he shouted and hung up.
God, what a moron... Why did you pick up the fucking phone when he first called you? You were wearing high rise skinny jeans and a v-neck tight top. You were glad that there were always several pairs of stilettos in your trunk. Choosing blue to match the color of your top you changed your shoes. You fixed your makeup and let your hair down. You looked at yourself in the reflection of the car and mentally killed Jackson who always drags you into trouble. 'Yes, in outfit like this, I have not yet appeared in the club'. Pulling out your leather clutch, you headed toward the club. Seeing the familiar security guard near the back door you came up to him and he passed you inside. When you got to the right VIP room, you went inside. You just froze in the doorway from the painting you saw. Jackson danced shirtlessly on the table shouting the words of the song. BamBam and Yugyeom danced in the middle of the room to a dance of a women's band that was playing. You sighed. 'What the hell did I pick up the phone', you scolded yourself again. Turning around, you noticed Jaebeom who was watching everything that was happening with an indifferent look. Apparently he sees it every day, poor fellow.
"BABY!!!" Jackson shouted and all eyes rushed at you. Hell Jackson what the hell... BamBam and Yugyeom were reeling over alcohol, you weren't even sure they saw you. But nevertheless they politely bowed and said hello loudly. God it so embarrassing. You bowed to the greeting. Jackson was still dancing on the table, waving his shirt over his head. He threw his shirt on the floor and began to show different hearts in your direction...
You quickly walked past BamBam and Yugyeom apologizing.
"Baby I've been waiting for you" he said showing big heart over his head. You went up to them and hit him the hip a few times.
"What the hell are you doing here, jerk?" you growled with anger. No wonder they're dangerous to ride in a taxi. You lifted his shirt off the floor and threw it in his face "Get dressed fast before I kill you!" you shouted. Turning to the others, you bowed and apologized. He knelt on the table and dutifully began to put on his shirt. You heard the laughter coming from behind.
"Yes, madam. I'm sorry, madam. I won’t be like that anymore, madam" Jackson said with his eyes down. The younger guys spruces held back the laughter watching him.
"Wow... what's the influence" Jaebeom said. You turned and bowed to say hello, he said hello in response.
"Baby let's go to your restaurant, I'm so hungry! Prepare something delicious for us."
You slapped him on the shoulder while he buttoned up his shirt. You force-squeezed his shoulder and said, "So you called me here because you're hungry? Am I not only your personal driver, but your personal chef now? Have you lost your mind, petty?!"
"Ay, ah, ah... It hurts..." He lay down on the table and began to capricious as a child.
"Either you voluntarily get up from the table and behave like a good child, or I will force you ” you said, throwing a bag on the table near his head. Seconds later, he jumped off the table and bowed.
Jaebeom put the glass on the table and laughed loudly. "Well, she's my idol from today" he said clapping.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to embarrass you," you said turning to the others.
“I'm hungry too,” said Uh. “Oh, I didn't mean that. We can drop by somewhere. Even a 24-store with a ramen will be good for us. Don't worried” waving his hands quickly.
“The only one I can not worry about is yours leader. If someone sees you in this state, it will be bad.” You looked at them as they continued to stagger barely standing on their feet due to alcohol. “If you have already finished having fun, let's go”
"Baby you're the best," Jackson said, lifting you up in the air, causing one of your shoes to fly off your feet.
"Aya... You keep upsetting me" you said when he put you to place.
"Sorry madam" Jackson said in search of your shoe. You leaned on the table, looking for at the floor your shoe. Found. You went to the side of the table under which your shoe was lying. Someone's hand reached for the shoe, raising your eyes you saw Jaebeom. He got up from the table coming up to you "Here" he handed you. You took the shoe, but he didn't let it go right away. He removed his hand only after you met his eyes, he chuckled.
"Great. Now we can go," Jackson said as he left the room. Everyone followed him. You were the last to watch Jaebeom walking ahead. 'Interesting guy', you thought.
"Back door," you shouted when Jackson turned the wrong way.
You came to the back exit "Are you leaving, beauty?" said the guard, oblivious to the guys.
Four guys looked at you first and then the guard. "Interesting" Jaebeom said, going outside.
You got in the car and drove off. Jackson sat in front and drove you crazy singing along to the songs. Well, like singing along, just screaming with all hus might. Somehow Jaebeom ended up between BamBam and Yugyeom, who were danced. Every time you looked in the rearview mirror you met at Jaebeom gaze. You turned into the parking lot at the back of the restaurant so no one could see you.
"Come out. We've arrived." You went inside and Jackson immediately walked up to the couch and fell on top of him. BamBam and Yugyeom did the same. "Wait a little bit, I'll try to cook something fast. The bar's there if you want a drink," you said as you went to the kitchen. You put your hair on top so it doesn't get in the way. Wearing an apron, you opened the fridge. You've chosen a few ingredients for pasta. Turning around you almost let the container out of your hands, Jaebeom stood in the doorway and watched you. "You scared me" whispered leaning on the fridge.
"I'm sorry, i didn't want to scare you, but they're ravage your bar. If you want to stop them, hurry up," he said as he came into the kitchen.
"It's not a big deal. They won't be able to drink much in their condition anyway."
"Can I help you?" he asked, "Although it must be silly to ask if the chef needs help," he laughed.
"I said the restaurant mine, but I'm not the chef. I just love cooking," you said.
"How long have you known Jackson? You're dating?"
"No, no, no, hell no way! We're just friends."
"So you're not dating anyone? I didn't think you'd come to the club to pick up a friend at night if you were had a boyfriend."
"You're right, I don't have anyone. I don't have time for this kind of nonsense. Restaurant takes all the time, who needs a girl who spends all her time at work" said you slicing ingredients
"Are you sure you're not a chef? You're pretty professional about wielding a knife."
"I'm an amateur. You can give me spaghetti from that drawer," you pointed your hand at the cupboard.
"Of course"
You kept talking until Jackson came in. “We are hungry. Madam Chef, can we have some food? ”
“God, what a naughty child. 5 minutes, I need only 5 minutes, ”you said. “And make the music quieter,” you shouted after him when he left the kitchen
“How can you be so calm when they behave this way”
“When I entered the VIP room, you also sat with the most calm look, watching what was happening there,” you said, turning to him, pointing at him with a knife.
"I see almost that almost every time they're drunk. I'm used to it," he put away the knife. And he came a step closer to you.
"I'm used to saw drunk Jackson, too," you said, putting your hand down.
"You were quite overbearing, when you spoke to him. It was interesting to watch like someone, who didn't listen to anyone, kneeling in front of you."
"I can give you some advice. Although judging by your glance, you do not need them" you've turned to cook "Is pasta ready, can you help take the plates?"
"Of course I'll help" you served him two plates and you took three. "It can see that you're working in a restaurant," he said with a smile. You went back to the hall together.
All the time you were eating, Jaebeom wouldn't take your eyes off you. After eating while the guys were dancing and a leader was trying to calm them down, you quickly cleaned up the hall and the kitchen. Then you left the restaurant. This time Jaebeom sat in front, and three bodies slept in the back seat. You knew where to go because you used to drive Jackson a lot.
"Do you know where our dorm is?" he asked in surprise.
"Of course it's not the first time I've taken this drunken body home," you nodded toward the sleeping Jackson who was in the middle.
"I was interested in meeting you today," Jaebeom said as you drove to their home.
"Me too, before I've only heard of you, all the time"
"I hope only good things?"
"It's definitely not bad, let's say - fun things!" you smiled at him
You got out of the car helping the others get out, Yugyeom lost balance when he getting up and swayed forward hugging you.
"Hey moron you're doing it?" shouted Jaebeom while holding BamBam.
"Sorry nuna" the maknae bowed low.
"Everything okay, Yugyeom. You're barely stand on your feet" you went up to him, took his hand and put it on your shoulders. "Hold on to me, I'll help you get to the elevator."
You took them to the elevator and say goodbye to everyone again. Jackson moved forward to hug you, but Jaebeom grabbed him by the collar returned back to the elevator.
"See you again" said Jaebeom and the elevator door closed.
"See you again" you repeated the closed door.
You drove home and went up to the apartment. You were lying in bed after a shower and your thoughts occupied only Jaebeom. Wonder if you'll have one more opportunity to see him.
"Interesting man" you said with a smile.
The first time you didn't regret drove a drunk Jackson at home.
POV Jaebeom
It's been almost a week since he's been drinking and meeting you. He sat in the studio and looked at one point for half an hour. All his thoughts have been about you all this week. Something has to be done with it, he thought. He dialed Jinyoung and call:
"Hi, where are you?"
"Hi, me and Mark made shopping."
"Have you eaten already? Would you like pasta?"
"Oh yes, we're hungry. We were just thinking about where to dine. Any suggestions?"
"Yes, there is one restaurant with delicious pasta. I'll send an address in the message, meet you outside the restaurant" he said, and hung up. He quickly typed the address and sent it, he fast left the studio.
Half an hour later, he was there. He saw Jinyoung and Mark just getting out of the taxi.
"Is it here? It's look cool." Mark said as he came closer.
They walked through the door and were greeted with a smile by the hostesses behind the counter.
"Welcome. Do you have a booked?" she said, and her smile became even wider when she recognized them.
"Did you book a table?" asked Jinyoung
"I'm sorry, I didn't think about it " he replied
"Don't worry, please. It's okay, I'll come up with something now. Go to the bar for a while, please” the girl said politely.
"Thank you very much. We heard you have a great pasta, we would love to try it" said Mark following the girl. She thanked for the compliment. Having led you to the bar she approached to a group of waiters at the other end of the bar.
While the boys were ordering drinks, he looked around the room hoping to find you. 'Maybe she’s not here today', he thought as he examined the tables. The restaurant was quite crowded. Found! You sat back to him with two men at a table that was full off with catalogs and papers. Your hair was partially bundled and held only thanks to the handle that you used instead of the hair stick. The girls at the next table recognized you, and gasped. They pointed at you and smiled. It caught your attention. You first looked at the girls, and then at the source of their interest. Turning your head to the bar, you grinned at the sight of him. Apologizing, you got up from the table and headed toward bar. He was happy to see you. You were wearing red oversize qipao blouse with side and back cuts and low waist straight cotton pants. Thanks to the hairstyle, you looked like the heroine of a manhua.
"Hi. I didn't know you had a Chinese restaurant" he said in an examination of you.
"Hello" turned in your direction said Mark and Jinyoung
"Hello" you said hello to everyone bowing a little. "I had a meeting with Chinese suppliers, I thought it wasn't a bad outfit choice," you said smiling.
Before you could say anything else, a hostess-girl came up next to you and whispered something in your ear. You turned around looking around the hall.
"Take them to the third VIP" you said to her, and she looked at you puzzled. "I'll deal with it" you replied to her view.
"Of course, director. Please, follow me, I'll take you to your table" said the girl pointing the direction.
"You're busy today, Madam Director. I'm sorry for bringing in more trouble."
"Jaebeom, everything fine. Don't worry. Besides, I'll be free soon."
You went back to the side of the table you were sitting at. You followed a girl deep into the restaurant.
"Did we take booked place?" Mark asked the girl, followed for a her.
"No, no, no... Please, come in" the girl wide smiled and opened the door letting you into the room. In the middle of wood room stood a table for four. "Sit down, please, the waiter in a minute will bring your drinks from the bar and menu. Having a great evening" she left the room, bowing.
"So this is the girl that Yugyeom talked about?" asked Mark sitting down at the table.
"Jackson's friend?" added Jinyoung.
"Yes, it's her" replied Jaebeom
The door opened and the waitress went inside. She put up your drinks and handed out the menu. No matter, that her cheeks were blushing and she was clearly a theirs fan, but she behaved very professionally.
"Let's order first snacks under the aperitif" suggested Jinyoung and all agreed. They made an order and after the waiter came out, began to discuss the schedule and future projects.
A while later there was a knock at the door, and then you went inside.
"Are everything good?" you asked inspected your table. He smiled "Everything is excellent," they said at the same time, and laughed at it.
"It's good! Have you already made an order for the main course?"
"Yugyeom and BamBam were so touted the pasta they ate, but unfortunately we didn't find it on the menu," Mark said.
"It would be weird if you found her there" you laughed. "It was an improvisation, not a restaurant dish. But I'm pleased to hear that they like the pasta. I'll see what I can do" you said, and left the room.
"Oops, I didn't know it wasn't on the menu." said Jaebeom finishing his drink.
"I hope we don't cause her any trouble," Jinyoung said.
A minute later, the hostess-girl entered the room. "I'm sorry, if it doesn't bother you, can we take a picture of you for oure 'star wall', before you move on to the main course. It's okay if you say no, we don't want to embarrass you when you're resting" she politely bowed.
"Yes, of course. We'd love to do it for you. The service is very good, it's the least we can do in gratitude" said Jaebeom rising. "Where do we must stand?"
"Please come here" the girl pointed to the wall on which the name of the restaurant was. Inviting the photographer, they took some pictures, and then showed them to guys that they could choose a photo. Choosing one, they with them deleted all the others. "Thank you so much" she once again bowed
"If you like we'll leave autographs on this photo before going out, " said Mark returning to the table.
'It would be wonderful' girl glowed with happiness
You showed up behind girl's back. "What's going on here?" you asked in a stern voice addressing the girl. And Jaebeom winced from your commanding voice. "I think I asked not to disturb my guests"
"I'm so sorry, director. We just wanted to take a picture for the 'star wall'. Sorry director it my fault."
"Why are you scolding her, she does her job. It didn't bother us, on the contrary it the least we can do in gratitude to the kindness and attentiveness of your staff," Jaebeom said.
"You can go" you said, and the girl quickly left the room again apologizing. 'God, how overbearing, it's so sexy', he thought when you turned to them.
He saw a bottle of wine in your hand. "This wine is perfect for pasta," you said opening the wine.
"Do you need help?" asked Mark, but before he finished his question, you opened the bottle and started filling the glasses.
"What a speed, " said Jinyoung smiling
"Will you join us?" asked Jaebeom hoping to hear yes.
"Yes, join to us. The company of such a beautiful girl will brighten up our evening, especially over a glass of such wonderful wine" said Mark drinking from his glass. For a second, he thought that he had come in vain with Mark and Jinyoung. How could he not have thought what they too might be interested in you.
You sat down on a vacant chair next to Mark. All evening you laughed while the guys were telling funny things. Mark and Jinyoung flirted with you all evening. It made him angry. After you've finished dinner, you're go out together. "Please call a taxi," you said to the hostess-girl.
"We promised to sign the photo," Jinyoung said, pointing to a photo that had already been hung on the wall. They signed the photo and took some shared photos with the staff.
You went outside together. "Come inside, thank you for this evening. Everything was great" Mark and Jinyoung thanked you.
"I'll see you again" Jaebeom said as you went inside.
"Yes. Good to get home" you waved after them.
"She's cool," Mark said. “We'll need to return here again”
Mark and Jinyoung got in a cab. "Guys you can go home, I'll visit a friend while I'm in the area," Jaebeom said.
"OK, we'll see you at home," Mark said closing the door.
They're gone away. He put on a mask and a cap and crossed the road. He went into a 24-hour cafe in front of your restaurant, and sat down by the window after made an order.
He waited for all the staff to leave your restaurant after it closed. Coming out of the cafe he went to the door. All windows were closed. You were sitting at the table sorting out some papers. 'She really works hard', he thought looking at the clock. You got up from the table and started to strech the body. You went to the computer and turned on the music. He almost laughed when their song started. You've exercised your body. The song ended and started again, it stood on repeat. You started dancing. Every movement of your hands or turn, showed your skin through cuts in the shirt. He froze when you started dancing their choreography on the chorus without a single mistake. What? It's incredible, he was very surprised as the song was new.
You turned off the music and came back to the table. You fell on the papers banging your fists on the table. 'Oh, my God, what a cutie', he thought. He opened the door and going inside.
"Sorry, we're already closed. Come tomorrow" said you rising and turning your head towards the door.
"Then what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Jaebeom, what are you doing here? I thought you were gone at home."
"I was visiting a friend, he lives not far away. I went out to get a taxi and saw the light in your restaurant. I didn't know our choreography could be so sexy," he said, and laughed when you fell on the table.
"Don't tell me you've seen it all?"
"I wonder how you know the choreography of a new song so well"
"Jackson taught. He let you listen to your new album, I just fell in love with this song from the first seconds. So I asked him to show him a piece."
"Jackson taught me. He let me listen to your new album, I just fell in love with this song from the first seconds. So I asked him to show a piece of choreography for me."
"I didn't know you danced so well"
“Yes, I have been practicing for a long time, but it was always just a hobby.” You got up from the table collecting papers. “Wait a second, I'll take the papers to the office,” you headed up the stairs. He went after you. On the second floor there was a rest room for staff, a dressing room and your office. You went into your office and he went behind you, closing the door. Leaving the papers on the table, you turned to him. “Do you want a drink?” you asked.
He came very close to you and you had to take a step back sitting on the edge of the table. "No, I want you" he said, and kissed you. 'Her lips are so soft', he thought. You answered his kiss. He was going crazy with excitement. He's been dreaming of you all week. He hugged you by snuggling up to himself. Your body is so soft, and your skin felt hot when he put his hand under your shirt. Stop, he was trying to stop himself. He was worried he was putting too much pressure on you. But your lips are so hot and your body so seductive. He's violently ripped himself away from you. "I'm sorry," he said. He pulled back and took two steps back. You looked so sexy.
"If I didn't want to, you wouldn't be here. You don't think so?" you said as you approached him. You ran her fingers from his neck down of body, your finger hooked his belt and pulled it on yourself. He couldn't believe that was going on. Whether it was real or it was all a figment of his imagination.' You decided to drive him crazy', he thought. He quickly took off his shirt sending it to the floor before kissing you again. This time it was just lust, without a drop of restraint. He deepened his kiss. Your fingers were driving down his back, and every move you made his dick twitch in his pants. The desire to be in you just killed him. Despite your domineering nature, you completely obeyed him, this fact excited him even more.
He quickly got rid of your clothes leaving you in your black lace string. He looked greedily at your body. He wanted to have it. He pushed you to the side of the couch and you fell on it. He put his knee between your legs spreading them wider. "So beautiful" he looked at you from top to bottom "and so wet for me" he held his finger on your crotch touching the clit. He watched you wriggle beneath him, his hands making you flow even more. Your body was burned in his brain. He abruptly ripped off your panties and put them in his pocket. He was glad that he was able to get a similar trophy. He got up and unbuttoned his pants slowly getting rid of them. He liked the way your eyes were watching his every move. He chuckled before getting rid of the boxers. You bit your lip looking at it, and he thought your mouth would look great on his dick. Before he said anything, you were already kneeling in front of him. He held his fingers down your cheek. 'Such a obedient girl', he thought. You stuck your tongue out and walked along his dick licking pre-ejaculate from his glans. The current pierced his body, and it became difficult to breathe. You took his dick in your mouth and you started sucking greedily. Your moans vibrated on his dick. His heart was pounding so furiously that he heard nothing else around him. Pleasure covered him with a new wave every time he felt his glans touch to the wall of your throat. Your mouth was a test for him. The week of waiting made him too excited, he felt an orgasm approaching. He came out of your mouth and lifted you to your feet. He pressed your body against the wall and kissed you. He could feel his taste on your lips. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifted you up. He pushed into you with force and stopped. He almost cum how hard you squeezed his dick with your cunt, you were too tight. Your moans mixed with him while he came to his senses. After a while he began to move making slow jolts. He was losing his temper from your moans and it was so nice be inside you. He felt a tremor running through his back. He squeezed strength of your waist and began to make quick hard and deep tremors. His dick strained when you squeezed him with force when your orgasm overtook you, he stopped holding back himself, he fucked you as hard as it depended on his life. After a while, his insides tightened, it seemed his heart stopped beating when he was covered with a wave of orgasm. His cock twitched inside you while sperm filled you. He felt trembling throughout his body. He did not feel his legs.' I wonder, we fall down if I take at least one step', he thought. He laughed at the thought. He took a few steps and he laid you on the sofa, lying on top of you, he was still deep in you and did not want to lose this feeling. Your breathing was heavy, and he could not say any word.
"It was exactly the way I dreamed, " he said, raising his head to look at you.
You laughed, "Did you read my mind?"
You both started laughing. After a while when you fully recovered he took out his dick. The friction he had with this motion caused a wave of electric current to pass through his body and he hissed. Taking a few napkins from the coffee table, he completely wiped you away removing the remnants of sperm that flowed out of you. He took a couple more napkins and wiped himself. He threw napkins in the bin and helped you up. He gave you clothes lifting it off the floor.
"Where are my panties?" you asked him looking around.
"I'll bring it back next time" he said, remembered a small torn piece of cloth in his pocket. He hoped he could find it and buy online. If he goes to the store, he can just imagined what the headlines of the articles will be the next day.
"Are you so confident in yourself, think next time will be?" you looked at him with a smirk, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! I'm confident!" he said, taking a step forward and leaving a light kiss on your lips. "Let's go home together in a taxi, I'll take you first. You shouldn't get behind the wheel, you've been drinking wine," he said dressed.
"Good, let's go together" you smiled at him as he hugged you after you got dressed.
"Will you give me your number?" he asked.
"I'll think about it"
"Hey... don't play with me!" he slapped your ass with force, but you only giggled back.
He hugged you and you left the office together. It was just a begin!
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How to Break Your Heart and Make Sure It Stays Broken
2. Send them your favorite songs through Bluetooth
- Read on ao3
Summary: 12:28 a.m.
Spaghetti: It’s not gonna be weird today
Richie: absolutely
Spaghetti: We’re not gonna make it awkward
Richie: definitely not
Spaghetti: Yeah we got this
Everything is just fucking fine.
7th January 2011, Friday
10:30 a.m.
“Congratulations, you just called the best family in town. What can I help you with?”
“Hu-hey Richie.”
“Billy boy! Happy birthday, man!”
The sound of Bill’s chuckles turn into wind over the phone. “Thanks.”
“So, what’s up?”
“I wanted to check if you’re s-ss-still coming today?”
“Course I am, what time do you want me there?”
“Come around 3. It’s t-too cold to go out so we’re just guh-gonna stay in the attic.”
“Well alright, chap. I’ll be there.”
“And don’t forget my dad’s driving everyone home.”
Richie did, in fact, forget about that.
“Oh yeah, right.”
There’s a second of silence before Bill speaks again. “Are you okay? You huh-haven’t been online lately.”
“Just peachy. You know how it gets, holiday season, kinda busy ‘round here.”
Although Bill knows Richie usually spends the holidays with just his parents (small family’s downside) he doesn’t say anything.
“We’ll have s-some fun today, don’t worry.”
“Indeed we will. See you at 3, birthday boy.”
“See you, Rich.”
And he hangs up.
12:28 a.m.
Spaghetti: It’s not gonna be weird today
Richie: absolutely
Spaghetti: We’re not gonna make it awkward
Richie: definitely not
Spaghetti: Yeah we got this
Richie is absolutely exhausted.
The entire week was a failed attempt at learning how to deal with the situation.
Sleep is an utter joke with a mind that runs as if it’s training for a marathon. Looking at food makes him nauseous, not eating food makes him nauseous, but eating it makes it worse.
Perhaps it would help if he could untie the knot in his throat, but then again he can’t cry properly when his parents are always around and poking a head through his bedroom door.
He wants school to start, he doesn’t want school to start. He wants them to go back to work, he doesn’t want to be left alone with his feelings.
And on top of it all he knows he’s overreacting. Absolutely over-the-top reacting. He’s fifteen. It’s not like he knows love.
But doesn’t he?
It hurts and it’s love. It burns as it makes its way up his throat and it’s love. It was amazing while he kept his mouth shut and now everything seems to be falling on him and his chest is heavy and caving and hungrier than his stomach and he caused it and it’s love.
Unrequited love, if you will. A fancy word for a fucked up thing.
To top it off, Eddie doesn’t stop.
January 1st, 3:45 p.m.
Spaghetti: I hate you
Spaghetti: No wait I don’t hate hate you
Spaghetti: But
Spaghetti: Ugh
Spaghetti: I’m gonna be thinking about this now!
Spaghetti: And I don’t want us to change
Spaghetti: Like, I said “I hate you” and I would never second guess that before but now I feel like I need to tell you “I don’t actually hate you” because
Spaghetti: Well
Spaghetti: I don’t know why
Richie: sorry
Spaghetti: !
Spaghetti: Stop apologizing
Richie: … i really wanna say sorry again
Spaghetti: I don’t blame you
Spaghetti: It’s not like we control our feelings
Damn right, they don’t. Richie isn’t sure how to answer that, so he doesn’t. But Eddie brings it up again one day later.
January 2nd, 9:10 p.m.
Spaghetti: I think I kinda knew
Richie: ??? are u serious
Spaghetti: Well yeah
Richie: am I that predictable?
Spaghetti: You’re the least predictable person in the whole world Richie
Spaghetti: Except with the mom jokes
Spaghetti: I can always see those coming
Richie: yet you walk right onto them every time
Spaghetti: Fuck you.
Spaghetti: It’s just that the others aren’t that subtle
Richie: the losers?
Spaghetti: Yeah they try too hard
Spaghetti: Tease us a lot for being close and saying things and leaving us alone everywhere
Spaghetti: Guess I kinda wondered why they did that if they didn’t know something I didn’t
Richie: uh, they kinda don’t tho
Richie: at least I never told them
Spaghetti: Wait really?
Richie: maybe they’re just bored?
Spaghetti: Oh
Spaghetti: Maybe
It’s only been a week so far (the longest week of Richie’s life) and Eddie texts him every day with the same topic. This, as predicted, isn’t helping the situation much.
It’s Tuesday. There’s Richie, staring at his cereal while Maggie studies him from the other side of the table and surprise, a brand new text from Eddie.
It’s Wednesday. There’s Richie, staring at the news channel because he forgot to press the button on the tv remote when he sat down on the couch 6 minutes ago. And then there’s his dad, looking at him from his vintage recliner and coming up with ten different ways to start a conversation without actually starting one. The phone’s screen lights up with against his leg with a new notification. Yes, from Eddie.
Finally, it’s Friday. Out of habit, Richie leaves the phone on the bathroom countertop as he showers. It takes a lot of self-control not to pull all his hair out while washing it when the phone vibrates against the counter. Once, then twice, then thrice. And so on to make up the total of 9 new messages.
Thank God he doesn’t walk out of the shower right then to check them out of curiosity, because 10 minutes later he’s sitting on the toilet seat and staring at “I hate you” for so long his mom actually knocks on the door and asks if he died in there.
He didn’t die in there, he’s just crying. Buy hey, mom, that’s the dream!
All the messages fall in the same lines.
Eddie doesn’t want this to be awkward. He doesn’t want this to be weird. He doesn’t want anything to change.
Logically, Richie draws conclusions. He fucked up big, ruined them forever and now everything is inconvenient for Eddie. It’s not that hard to get it after six variations of:
‘You’re not gonna be different around me now right?’
How can he not be different around Eddie now?
What if their knees touch and Eddie thinks it’s on purpose? What if Richie smiles in his direction and Eddie takes it as flirting? Christ. Richie doesn’t even know how to flirt! Should he sit far away from him now? Should he sit by his side like always and have Eddie think he’s doing it out of interest?
Richie didn’t just make everything inconvenient for Eddie, he made everything inconvenient for himself, too.
However, it’s Bill’s birthday, and that’s more important than a broken heart.
5:48 p.m.
“You’re cheating!” Everyone jumps on their seats when Stan shouts and slams his hand on the coffee table. It sends all the plastic houses on the monopoly board in different directions.
“What? No I’m not!” Bev defends herself.
“Nah.” Mike crosses his arms. “I don’t believe that.”
“You don’t believe she’s cheating?” Stan angrily inquires.
“I don’t believe she’s not cheating.” Says Mike.
“I am not fucking cheating, you guys are just awful at managing money.”
Stan’s chin drops in her direction. “You- I manage money wonderfully, thank you very much-”
While the arguing continues, Ben takes his time putting all the houses back on their places. Bill tries to make them stop fighting while Mike destroys all those attempts by teaming up with Bev and Stan alternately. Eddie furiously counts and recounts his money, being the one closest to bankrupt. And Richie silently organizes the contents of the bank. He doesn’t like monopoly that much.
“Maybe our bank over there has something to do with this?” Richie feels everyone’s eyes on him so he looks up at Mike from above his glasses.
“How could you ever think such things about me, Mikey?” He dramatically puts down the stack of property cards he had been sorting. “I do nothing but humble work for this community and this is how I’m treated. Unbelievable.”
“Richie, I swear.” Stan glares at him. “You won’t make me lose, even if you cheat.”
“How can I be cheating? I’m not even playing.”
“You’re passing Bev extra money!”
“Geez.” Eddie moans in annoyance. “We forgot Stan gets off on Monopoly.”
At that, Richie barks out a laugh, unable to keep it in but still trying to by slapping a hand over his mouth.
“Okay, fine.” Stan crosses his arms. “I wasn’t even the one suggesting this game, I voted for scrabble.”
“Oh, so the only other game you get off on?” Surprisingly, it slips from Richie’s mouth. He wasn’t at all expecting jokes to be coming from him today.
It’s just wonderfully entertaining to piss off Stan. At this point, the boy’s gotten himself so worked up that his whole face is pink.
“I’m going to shove birthday cake up your a-”
“-Wow! Okay let’s all chill.” Ben kindly tries to stop them.
Richie lifts up a hand full of fake-cash and makes a jerking off motion with the other, which finally triggers Stan into motion. He manages to jump away from the table on the exact moment Stan reaches over to try and jam his hand on his weakest spot, the armpits. But in the process, his knees collide with the bottom of the coffee table and all the board pieces end up flying everywhere. Again.
Ben throws his hands up. “Thank you so very much for that.”
“We will never f-ffinish a monopoly game…”
6:23 p.m.
“How about Uno?” Ben suggests. “You can’t cheat at Uno, right?”
After being chased by Stan around the attic everyone ended up scattered around, staring at the ceiling and discussing which game to play next. So far it’s been twenty minutes of quiet chatting.
“You can grab three cards when you get a plus four.” Richie offers. “You can also slide in a six while playing some nines, might get lucky.”
There’s a brief second of silence and contemplation.
“How you can turn Uno into a sex joke still amazes me.” Eddie frowns at the ceiling.
Richie shrugs. “I’m pretty amazing overall.” Sweat pools up on the back of his neck with the effort of trying to sound so nonchalant. Richie wants to scream at the normality of his afternoon. Why does life keep going when you’re dealing with heartache? Isn’t the world supposed to stop spinning after you get friendzoned? Show a little compassion, earth.
“I still can’t believe your mom let you keep the phone.”
At Mike’s words, Eddie flops around on his bean bag, looking like a hanged potato sack. “Right? Didn’t see that coming, either.”
“Does she really go through it, though?”
Recently, Eddie’s contact list was updated to include everyone. His mom complained that he didn’t need to be in contact with “those friends” of his any more than he already does. She’s obviously wrong.
Eddie groans in agreement. “She keeps finding the lamest excuses until I give it to her. Then she checks whatever it is she wants and gives it back.”
A wave of fear passes through Richie. Almost on cue, Eddie steals a glance at him and adds. “But I archive the stuff she doesn’t need to read. And I keep Facebook as a hidden app.” Proud of his schemes, he smirks to himself.
Richie sinks back on his bean bag, slightly relieved. The past week of awful sleep is weighting him down, tying him to his worst and holding him back from pretending to be okay a little better. With time, he hopes to learn how to put this behind his back, but right now, Eddie is right in front of him.
“Hey, by the way. Can any of you tell me how to download songs?” The boy at matter asks.
“You know thu-that’s illegal, r-right?”
“Oh.” For a moment, he stares at Bill with a conflicted expression. “Well, I still want my music.”
“Richie, don’t you have a fuck ton of songs downloaded?”
“Yup. Illegal downloads are my number one occupation, Marsh.” Then, he gets it. “Oh, you’re right. Eds, turn Bluetooth on.”
He regrets saying ‘Eds’ oh so quickly, overly nervous that he isn’t allowed to say it anymore. Not that he was ever allowed to say it before, if the way Eddie complains about it 90% of the time means anything. Quickly, Richie spirals into thoughts of their bickering coming to an end, or even worse, becoming one sided and sad if one of them doesn’t feed into it. That would leave the other one hanging, and Richie was already left hanging, Richie is still hanging and he will be hanging on these feelings, on this rejection, for life. That’s what he has to accept, that he loves the only person in the world he could ever love and they don’t love him back. That his future seems sad from the present. That Eddie might drift away when he realizes they can’t mess around like best friends anymore, even if he had said he wouldn’t do that and it wouldn’t happen. But what if he does? What if it happens? Where does that leave him? What is he supposed to-
“Don’t call me that, asshole. And how the fuck do I do that?”
Oh.
The way Eddie speaks drips of familiarity. Just the way it always was with them, just the way it will always be. Richie can’t decide if that’s good or bad, but it pulls him together enough to talk.
“See that weird looking B icon up there?” He waits for Eddie’s answer but the other boy is looking at his phone as if he could catch it on fire with just his eyes.
Richie bites the inside of his cheek, breathes in some bravery and pushes himself up from the bean bag.
“Here,” he walks over and crouches down at Eddie’s side, quickly opening the Bluetooth settings and pairing up their phones while paying too much attention to the space between their hands. Just to make sure they don’t touch.
“Do you wanna pick out the songs you want?” He starts giving his phone to Eddie but gets a headshake in return.
“Uh no, that’s fine.” Eddie says, turning his head and therefore putting their faces incredibly close. Richie barely catches himself from falling on his butt right there, and Eddie leans away quickly, obviously not meaning to cause any of this. “I- uh, just chose the ones you think I’d like.”
Richie nods stupidly and rushes back to his seat. While he goes through his music library and picks off songs, all he can think about is ‘This is so hard, too hard, way more difficult than I could possibly imagine and I don’t know if I can go about my life pretending everything is fine when it all feels anything but that.’
“How about Ludo? There’s no way you can cheat at that…”
Simply as if a switch was flipped, Richie multitasks and answers Ben by listing off all the possible ways to cheat at Ludo.
And to the outsider eyes, everything is just fine.
Everything is fine as they order pizza and Richie and Eddie have to ask each other if they can still share their regular favorite, olive and pepperoni. Everything is fine while conversation flows at dinner, except Richie puts his half of the pizza on a plate instead of sharing the box between their laps, and Eddie doesn’t question it. Everything is fine as everyone watches a movie after, and there’s no one to lean his head on Richie’s shoulder, or jab an elbow in his arm when they itch to comment certain scenes.
Then Bill’s dad comes upstairs to remind them it’s time to drive everyone home. And for the first time in his life, Richie is thrilled to hear those words.
On their way home, Eddie sits in the back, earphones plugging his ears deaf to his surroundings. Richie wonders if he should have left out all the love songs, now it’s too late for that. But it’s fine, right?
Everything is just fucking fine.
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Rae Rewatches Miraculous Ladybug
Season 1: Stormy Weather
Now we know why Aurore lost. She had her umbrella open inside a building.
Ooh Cristina Vee was definitely using a lower tone for Marinette in the beginning
Nah don't worry Tikki, I am pretty sure Manon saw you already
"I....just... couldn't say...no."
Marinette chooses her responsibilities over mooning about Adrien a lot in this episode. Good job, especially for a first episode!
Alya the best big sister
Alya isn't wrong, though. Ella and Etta make Manon look like a well behaved kid.
Aurore, honey, close your damn umbrella-
Honestly fuck Alec, that is no way to treat a losing contestant. Whoever hired Alec in the entertainment and people relations industry, I just want to talk.
He was fine until "What's the big deal? She only crushed you by half a million votes!"
*skips Hawkmoth monologue*
She fought the Akuma!
.....why did the elevator turn dark...?
Why is Adrien the only model in Gabriel's company? And why does he have to model that one outfit? Seriously, why isn't Gabriel bankrupt yet?
Emma, Louis, and Hugo Agreste Dupain Cheng
"Wait, no forget the cat" Too bad, Marinette, you'll be adopting two of them anyway.
WHAT IS THE HAMSTER'S NAME?
Come on Adrien turn around and watch your girl do the 'Walking Dead Man!'
Alya gives no shits lmao
Mirelle could have run away twice while Stromy was monologuing
Why does Marinette's face look squished?
See, looking at all the merch for Mirelle makes me wonder if that channel did any promo for Aurore AT ALL
I love Alya just standing there and letting Manon yell at Marinette
Yeah Adrien is definitely not able to hear his two classmates talking about him within earshot
Isn't this a time when akumas are still relatively new?
Yes?
THEN WHY IS THAT CROWD CHILLING OUT THERE INSTEAD OF RUNNING?
Lol I guess they didn't want to use the words 'puppy dog eyes' in a show with a black cat as the main character
More romance? Is this dude aware Adrien is only 14?
Wait what am I saying he's Gabriel's son
Alya having an allergic reaction to the apple lol
"Is that boy your boyfriend?" Manon knows the future
I like that Marinette's immediate concern is about Manon and not whether she is pretty enough to be in a photoshoot. It's rare to see female characters being secure about their looks.
Alya what are you talking about? Marinette is the Prince Charming.
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE YOU NEED TO LEARN TO RUN FASTER
There she goes again, transforming in broad daylight
I just realised that Adrien hasn't spoken for nearly 11 minutes in this episode.
The heroes of Paris need to learn how to hide. Kids, learn how to hide.
Yo yo hits Ladybug's head for once.
Ah, here is the iconic verbal battle between Chat Noir and Stormy Weather which ended in Chat getting his behind yeeted halfway across an entire city
Hand kisses are a gesture of gallantry and chivalry in France, salters doing a lil bit of research of would easily tell them that
KIDS PLEASE RUN
THIS GIRL CALLS OUT HER ATTACKS AND EVERYONE JUST STANDS THERE
She saved him!
He always lands on top lmao
Chat....I said run away from her not run at her....
When I first watched Ladybug grab Chat's tail to catch him, I thought his tail was real it would have been hurting for him lol
They are bumbling around a lot I'm this episode, compared to them today. Which is fine, really, they're still new to the job
Seriously, where is the promo for Aurore??
Okay he petted his tail like her pulling on it actually hurt him. Now I have a valid excuse for thinking his tail was real
There are akumas and then there's Stormy Weather. Ladynoir aren't even able to touch her until the end of the episode
Flying cars from the future!!
Chat getting caught in between two cars kwkekkejrhdj
Aaaaaand there's the bus that's gonna crash them
I'm thoroughly convinced Ladybug's yoyo has a thing for Chat's head.
Her giggle is so cute
Alya is really going to make an amazing mom
Remember when Hawkmoth actually tried to direct his akumas into trying and defeating the heroes?
What happened Hawky? You used to be a decent villain.
"Maybe she's got some unresolved anger issues." "Or she didn't pass her driving test"
Ladybug has no idea how right he is about the swimsuit thing
This entire episode is proof that Ladybug and Chat's banter is fully two sided.
In this episode, they get tricked by Stormy Weather. In Reflekta THEY'RE the ones who pull the TV station feint on her! Growth? Growth.
How did destroying three spotlights cause a power outage in the entire building...?
*skips Hawkmoth monologue*
BRING BACK CHAT'S NIGHT VISION
Frosty the Snowgirl
Cursed potato. Who eats potates raw?
"I think I can manage to-" *nearly gets hit by a fire extinguisher* "-follow your lead on this one" That will never stop being hilarious to me.
HAND HOLDING THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS OMG
Their facial expressions are amazing
"We're about to be obliterated but atleast we'll be dry."
Ooooh the way he pulled her in front of him and pulled his baton out at the same time was so smooth!
I never realised that the animation of Chat destroying the billboard in Kwami Buster was actually reused footage from Stormy Weather.
Ah. I was wrong. Aurore has one billboard. That's totally equal and not biased at all.
Why did Stormy Weather's screams make me laugh?
Is Chat just floating in mid air? How-how did he get up there? How is he staying there?
*skips Hawkmoth monologue*
Marinette still out here trying to be responsible!
"You and Ladybug are best friends!" Sorry Manon looks like you've mistaken Marinette for Lila
DID YOU SEE HOW HAPPY ADRIEN WAS THAT MARINETTE WAS JOINING HIM IN THE PHOTOSHOOT??
AND HOW HIS FACE IMMEDIATELY FELL WHEN HIS PHOTOGRAPHER RUINED IT BY CHOOSING A YOUNG CHILD WITHOUT PARENTAL CONSENT TO MODEL WITH HIM??
Honestly maybe this is just me talking after watching Season 3, but this episode doesn't interest me like it used to. Not because it's a bad episode, it isn't, not at all, just that there's nothing important to take away from this. Stormy Weather is like the Bakerix of Season 1.
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The Wrong Girl, pt. 7 (E.D.)
Summary: What to do when everything is against you?
Warnings: swearing, angst, slight fluff
The Wrong Girl - Masterlist
"No! Fuck, no!" Ethan tried to slam the door in her face, failing once she pushes her way in, passing Y/N with a smug smirk.
"Why is the trash still here?" Her comment didn't bother Y/N, but it certainly pushed Ethan into a fit.
"Get the fuck out of my house, you lying, cheating, fake poor excuse of a human being!" His temper was on a hair-trigger. The smallest thing would have him flying into a rage, yelling, saliva spitting out with each jagged word.
And that's when the shouting started, one that made Y/N lean back on the wall, folding one arm over her stomach and resting the elbow of the other on it, putting her hand on her forehead as the headache hit her as fast as a hurricane Ethan turned into.
Grayson woke up, out of his mind as he stumbled toward Y/N who kept away from the screaming duo, but the moment he looked at his brother's ex, he nearly fainted. He had to lean back on the wall himself, hand clutching his chest as he felt his heart going off its normal rhythm.
"What the fuck am I seeing?" Grayson asked the girl next to him who looked more pissed than crazed as he felt.
"Ethan's ex who showed up to tell him he's apparently the baby daddy and Ethan's mind exploding because he can't deal with this shit." Y/N stated matter of factly, sliding down the wall to seat herself on the floor. It's not hard to see she's bad with confrontation and yelling, but there's more to it. Her heart is tired, exhausted of all the turmoil and her mind? Her mind is fucking wrecked with all the thoughts running through her head.
Grayson didn't slide down and gave up, rather intervened as he stepped between them and saved his brother from doing more damage.
"Ethan, fucking stop! Look what you're doing to Y/N!" It made him stop, red in the face, turning to see his crumbled snowflake hiding her face in her lap as she tucked her knees closer to her chest. By the time Grayson stepped in and made Ethan stop yelling his voice was so hoarse he could barely speak.
"And you get the fuck out and don't return until you have a DNA test to back your words. After all the shit you did, you can't blame me for not taking your word for it!" Grayson’s intimidating glare felt like an act of violence, one that made even Y/N look up as he spared no one with his unyielding anger.
“I already do.” However, the woman before him only grinned like the devil himself took control, but Grayson only stepped closer, towering over her with a menacing look. Ethan couldn’t even look at her at all, stilled in a state of shock, looking at Y/N, the only woman he ever loved and wanted to bear his children.
This was all wrong - start to finish. He was supposed to be with Y/N, make her feel safe and protected instead of prolonging her misery with the constant issues that his live became a magnet for. He was supposed to prove to her that he is her man, the one she could count on, the one who she’d always find in her corner.
All he seemed to bring was misery.
It was all wrong - the wrong time, the wrong place and most importantly, the wrong girl.
“Nice try. Our lawyer will send yours the information of a lab who will do the test. You will deal with him from now on. And if that kid is Ethan’s, you can rest assured he will be the sole parent. Now get the fuck out of here.” Grayson spat, walking the woman out without even blinking an eye.
“Do you need me to call the lawyer?” Grayson returned, fired up and still unable to calm down, his nostrils flared as he stared at his older brother who not only fucked up by getting someone pregnant, but by not reacting properly at all - he froze, staring only at Y/N while everything inside him felt like it began to die, the rotting process sending toxins in his blood with every beat of his heart.
“If it’s not too much trouble.” Ethan swallowed thickly, shaking his head with his eyes closed shut and his patience wearing thin. He returns to Y/N’s side, sitting beside her, resting his elbows on his knees, his head back on the wall.
“I...I have no words. Nothing to convince you to stay.” He sighed, dropping his head as his eyes brimmed with tears, trying to hide his misery.
“You're everything I thought you never were and nothing like I thought you could've been. But you’re a part of me. I wished, prayed to forget you and I couldn’t.” Shrugging, her voice breaking, Y/N stared ahead with an empty look. It wasn't so much a cold stare, but a vacant one. It was like she'd passed on but her body hadn't realized. She was helpless. Utterly, completely, and absolutely helpless.
“You don’t have to be here. I’ll understand.”
She blinked and her gaze fell to the Ethan’s lips. Long, full and beautifully proportioned, they'd been sculpted with a view to fascination. They certainly fascinated her, she couldn't drag her gaze away. The mesmerizing contours shifted, almost imperceptibly softening; her own lips tingled with the memory of them touching hers. She swallowed, and dragged in a desperately needed breath.
“I know. And yet I can’t make myself leave. It’s like I’m...compelled to have my heart broken by you and no matter how aware I am that you will be my ruin, I can’t stop loving you.” Ethan had only ever read those words she intended for him, the damned L word he wished he told her much sooner than he did and that he had heard from her years ago and not just now - but he never knew he’d still feel like the happiest man on Earth once he heard them. Those lips she is so fascinated by curled, her attention drawn to his eyes and the longing weight of his hazel orbs held onto her.
“I wish you could stop. Even if it killed me. Because I love you too. Way too fucking much to watch you break because I made a mistake.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder, tucking her face into the crook as her lips gently touched the sensitive skin, forcing him to draw in a shuddered breath before releasing a long, heavy sigh.
“I love you.” She simply repeated, as if those simple three words were an answer to all his questions, as if anything else is imperciavable. And that’s when Ethan Dolan realized that the things we love most are what destroy us, and he was surely going to be the death of her and she his.
“Why bother making this into a second screaming match? So instead of arguing, I will say I love you, I respect you, and let's speak of this later when our hearts are feeling more human. Because then we will find a way, some solution neither of us see right now and peace becomes inevitable rather than unfindable. Because I don’t want this to be our end, not when we can’t be sure if she’s even telling the truth.”
Grateful, mentally thanking any and every God that sent him Y/N, Ethan took her by the hand and helped her stand, holding her close as they found a way to his bed, folding into one another where no space between them remained, neither of the speaking, neither of them sleeping.
The desolation he felt was all consuming. He feared losing Y/N, he feared being the dad and not just because he’s young, but because the mother would be certifiable in more ways than one.
She felt emotionally bankrupt. The was nothing left to feel, nothing left to say, nothing left but the void that enveloped her mind in swirling blackness. He offered her an out, but how could she take it and not be right back where she started a year ago. Looking back and wondering if it could have worked eventually hurts more than trying and failing. Jack was a temporary bandage on her heart, but Ethan was the disease and the cure; the beginning and the end.
After all, Ethan isn’t perfect and Y/N is painfully aware of that and isn’t a relationship just two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other?
One of the most difficult decisions a person can make in life is whether to try harder or walk away.
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I wish you would write a fic where Tony is competent, why his company is no. 1 and who it was who actually taught pepper everything. Competent Tony is my no. 1 kink.....
Oh my lord it took me SO long to get to this but I finally have an idea! So, competent Tony it is (though mostly with the Avengers rather than his company).
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Steve has banned him from the field and Tony might resent that more if he weren’t so worried about the team fucking dying. If Rhodey were around he’d agree but he’s not, he’s off on some kind of stealth mission in Butt Fuck Nowhere Russia at the moment so Tony is left to his own devices. “He’s leading you idiots on,” Tony tells the team through the comms.
He watches Steve on the security cameras he’s hacked into for a street view jump and then get blasted with one of Tony’s repulsers except deadly, if it were to hit Nat or Clint. It mostly knocks Steve out right after shoving him through a brick wall and Tony sighs.
“Can you not?” Clint snaps at him, trying to shoot an explosive arrow at Evil Tony who, after Steve reamed his ass, was discovered to not be the actual Tony Stark. Turns out HYDRA cooked him up in a lab figuring they can’t have Tony or his genius but they’ve got his blood so they made a new him. Fucked up, Tony knows, but the problem is less that there’s an evil him lingering around and more that the team has never really understood how he thinks. Before this it didn’t really matter, mostly it was just grating, but if they’re going to take evil him down they need a lesson in Tony Stark Brain and not in a way that results in them getting their asses handed to them.
By now he knows evil him has figured out team dynamics and he’s got a good understanding of the tech minus Steve’s shield, which doesn’t seem to follow any known laws of physics or react like any normal metal. Shit, even for vibranium its weird and its not how Steve uses it either. He ran tests with Shuri and by all accounts neither of them could figure it out. And Tony knows he’s good but Shuri is better, plus she’s far more familiar with the metal. Point is, evil him knows just about everything there is to know about them and idiot ass Clint is giving him more information by shooting exploding arrows at him.
“Clint stop fucking shooting those arrows,” Tony tells him.
“Bite me,” Clint snaps back.
Tony rolls his eyes, “fine, when he starts shooting repulsor blasts at your back don’t tell me I didn’t- oh, there he goes,” Tony says lazily as Clint dodges a blast aimed at his back.
“How’d you know he’d do that?” Natasha asks, taking up second in command easily.
“Easiest way to get rid of him is blowing him up now. Bonus points if you get close enough to him to either kill you both of kill him and injure you badly enough to take you out fast. You and Steve are priority,” he says.
“Then why the hell did he leave Steve after he sent him through that wall?” Nat asks.
Tony rolls his eyes, “first of all he needs to know how much damage Steve can take before he can kill him, hence why he’s mostly only trying to maim the guy. Second, the rest of you are pesky and the moment he went through that wall you all closed in. Wanda, I wouldn’t try and do that-” she ignores him and Tony watches as the energy that she uses closes around Evil Tony’s suit but he’d already noticed he’s done some kind of something to be able to manipulate Wanda’s energy too. Granted she has to be a certain distance away for that to work, which is why he’s avoiding close combat with her. That, and she’s the most powerful avenger as far as raw power goes anyway so its best to keep his distance and play more on her emotional side.
Not hard, when she’s as attached to Steve as she is. And to say she’s surprised when her power turns on her is an understatement. “Yeah, you’re going to want to stay within about fifty feet of him at all times. He’s figured out how to weaponize your energy signature, but only if he’s far enough away to do it,” Tony tells her.
Natasha sighs, moving closer to Clint and Tony rolls his eyes again. Do these people not listen to him? Well okay, they don’t and sometimes they’re right not to but god damn. “Natasha, stop fucking moving closer to Clint and get closer to Wanda. She’s your best bet at protection at the moment,” he says.
“How do you figure that?” Nat asks.
“And why are his priorities Natasha and Steve, shouldn’t it be me because of m power?” Wanda asks.
Tony shakes his head, “you’re the most powerful of us sure, but you’re also green and emotional and your ability to strategize on the fly isn’t near good enough to combat that,” he says. Which, despite his own emotional nature, is mostly how he gets around bad reasoning. “Steve is a strategy genius and so is Natasha, if they’re both alive then there’s a good chance the avengers will be a cohesive unit. If Natasha dies first Steve loses all reasoning and goes on a revenge bend, which is what he wants FYI, and the avengers fall apart. So basically Natasha, you’re the better leader and you should get him to kill Steve first. Or keep Wanda close enough that it makes sense to strategically retreat.”
“Fuck you,” Wanda tells him, Sakovian accent a little thicker than normal. Not his fault all that is true, though.
“The hell do you mean- Jesus Christ!” Clint yells, jumping behind a building to avoid being shot at again. “The hell do you mean stay close enough to Wanda to make a retreat?”
“I mean Wanda isn’t wrong about being the most powerful of us and that emotional side coupled with her inexperience in the field is a fucking disaster waiting to happen. She stays close enough to genuinely affect his suit he’s going to back off, it makes more sense to leave you all for another day than it does to brave an explosion of power that will more than likely nuke the damn city. The Natasha bit is just basic observation. Her heartlessness comes in handy for something and its that she doesn’t often let whatever she’s feeling affect her ability in the field. Unlike Steve, if we die she won’t lose her head and lead the avengers into disaster.”
“I would never do that!” Steve says, appearing back on the comms. So Sleeping Beauty is awake, great.
“Would too. Anyone need a reminder of Lagos?” he asks.
“You should be dealing with this,” Wanda tells him darkly. Meaning he should go die, because reading between the lines isn’t too hard in this instance.
“What exactly do you think I’m doing?” Tony asks them. “Besides, Lagos wasn’t entirely your fault anyway. The leader of a team should be able to determine when someone isn’t fit for duty and we all know Steve’s judgement, especially in regards to himself, is absolutely shot. Which again, Natasha doesn’t have that problem. Which is why you’re priority two despite being pretty easy to kill.”
“Where do I fall?” Clint asks.
“You’re basically the avenger equivalent to a cockroach on the banquet table, you only register because you keep interfering with his trying to kill Natasha,” Tony says.
“Why am I two instead of one if Steve’s judgement is so off?” Natasha asks. “Wouldn’t it make sense to kill me first?”
Tony shrugs, “yeah, but HYDRA doesn’t have a personal vendetta against you, he’s following orders there otherwise you would be his first target. Congrats on being the most dangerous. Well, kind of. Technically Wanda is the most dangerous but you’re more purposeful about it.”
“What exactly do we do?” Steve asks and oh, a switch up. Tony didn’t think he’d ask.
“He already told us, I have to stay close enough that he chooses to back off,” Wanda says.
“Try and kill him while you're there,” Tony adds. This is a pain in his ass to deal with.
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Steve looks pissed, or as pissed as he can manage through his busted face. That’s got to hurt but Tony warned him not to go near Clint, who really only managed to toss his arrows fast enough to get pretty badly hurt rather than outright dead. But he’d accidentally tossed them at Steve in his panic and Tony would have been able to tell him to haul ass if he had the time to. But he’d barely had time to think the thought let alone say it out loud before the repulsor blast hit the arrows and sent both Steve and Clint flying.
Thankfully Tony had been able to warn Thor with enough time to grab Nat and fly off before Wanda went fucking supernova and leveled the upper east side. Not fast enough either, evil him made an escape so it didn’t even do anything to help them. Shit, as it is they’re lucky they evacuated that area anyway and the property damage, Tony’s pretty sure he just went bankrupt. And all because Wanda, however understandable, had done the same thing she did in Sokovia with Ultron when her brother died. She doesn’t do well with people she cares about being hurt in front of her and Tony gets that, really, but it’s not a good look when an entire section of New York gets destroyed about it.
Except now Steve’s mad about it and Natasha is thinking and Thor is confused as to why there’s two Tony’s and why one of them wants them all dead. “When did the one with the red energy show up?” Thor asks and Tony sighs.
“Oh buddy, you are so behind.”
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Steve thinks its a bad idea and frankly so does Natasha but so far the only one who’s managed to keep up with evil Tony is not evil Tony so yes, evil Tony will be able to judge not evil Tony’s actions with the same level of clarity that Tony can judge his but something had to give. And she’s a bit tired of it being Wanda’s sanity. She’s a little worried its about to be back to Tony’s sanity because neither of them can manage to keep a cool head and that irritates her but teaching someone to keep themselves separate from their actions is a hard skill to teach. And she wasn’t much taught so much as she was tortured so she figures maybe she’s the one that’s missing out, who knows.
The point is that Steve nearly died, something she wasn’t even sure was possible for him, Clint also almost died, and Wanda is currently in jail. Which apparently Tony is working on but Natasha can see why the public is afraid of her. She’s gone, at least in their eyes, from one set of terrorist actions to the next. Though Tony is right in saying Lagos is more on Steve than her. Natasha told him she wasn’t ready and while he’s right in saying experience would make her more prepared that wasn’t the kind of mission she should have been on. Small stakes, low public interaction. That’s what Natasha suggested. Then she works her way up like SHIELD agents do.
But no, Steve didn’t do that and then Lagos happened and now New York and she’s pretty sure the people in the city are pissed off about being consistently screwed. Aliens were bad enough, but humans with the ability mimic bomb damage is a whole other preventable deal. Hence jail and yeah Tony’s on that too but Natasha isn’t sure how much good it’ll do given that Wanda has none of the clout the rest of them do. Even she has better standing despite her origins, though she’s also never blown up multiple cities and worked with a genocidal robot.
“And what if Tony loses it?” Steve asks, pissed.
“Then he dies and we better hope we can stop evil him,” she says easily.
Steve looks a bit horrified but Natasha has long since passed that stage. It is what it is and Tony is right, her level of heartlessness is useful. “There he is,” Steve says, pointing to the upper corner of the screen they’re watching on. Tony, their Tony, is already there waiting in stealth mode because somehow he managed to figure out where evil Tony’s hide-y hole was.
Natasha is fully prepared to curse Tony out when he gives away his position by firing a repulsor blast at his evil self, who predictably dodges it because he was way too far away for that to have done shit. When he fires back Natasha winces as Tony is hit, stealth mode blinking out as the suit takes the damage. “Why isn’t he moving?” Steve murmurs, looking closer at the screen. Natasha watches too, but nothing seems to happen aside, and this could be a trick of the light, the suit heals itself.
“What is that?” Steve murmurs. Natasha looks behind evil Tony though, because Tony isn’t in the suit that was fired at. Which evil Tony seems to realize as he starts to look around. A suit blinks into sight and evil Tony fires at it but it blinks out and must fly elsewhere before the blast reaches it. Another does the same thing but evil Tony doesn’t waste time on it. Instead he waits it out, obviously trying to determine Tony’s angle. So is Natasha because as far as she knew he only had a few suits and none of them look like the ones she’s seen on screen.
This happens for almost ten minutes, suits blinking in and out of sight before a suit right in front of evil Tony shows up and blasts the chest piece of the suit before blinking back out of sight and Natasha assumes he flies off. Evil Tony doesn’t take it well though and spins around, trying to relocate him. Doesn’t work but the next suit to blink into existence gets blasted not that much seems to happen aside from it not blinking back out in to stealth mode and oh. “Smart,” she murmurs, earning a frown from Steve. “The first suit was to test the damage that’d be done, the second plus the rest was a distraction. That last suit was to re-test to see if the damage would be the same. Once Tony’s hit his stealth is out of commission, he’ll need to move fast so he needs to make his hits count.”
Which, unfortunately, evil Tony probably already figured out. The next time Tony blinks into sight he aims for a leg and Natasha has no idea why when the power for the suit comes from the reactor but she doesn’t say anything about it. He also narrowly misses two separate blasts from his evil counterpart before he lands another blow and manages to get caught in a blast, effectively ending his stealth mode. Useless feature if it goes that fast and she swears, getting another look from Steve. “That’s a fucking set of prototypes!” she snaps. “He’s fighting himself with prototypes!” Idiot!
“Look!” Steve says as Tony takes another blast. “The suit, it's like... the damage is disappearing.”
She frowns, watching closer and huh, so it is. Tony lands another hit on the other leg and she rolls her eyes. “The chest plate!” she yells at Tony through the comms, “aim for his damn chest you built that suit what are you doing?” she asks.
“Jesus Nat, would you- shit- shut up?” Tony tells her. Evil Tony must know something she doesn’t because he starts to stay out of Tony’s range for an accurate shot. They hover for a long few moments, because evil Tony’s range for accuracy is the same as their Tony’s, before three suits blink back into sight and blast evil Tony, who falls from the sky with minimal power. When he lands the legs of the suit almost give out and okay, Natasha can see why Tony went for the legs now. Except it doesn’t do much to stop evil Tony from just fleeing out of the damn suit, which is exactly what he does, and disappearing underground.
“Yeah, don’t worry about that I have it covered,” Tony tells them before either of them ask. The screen they’re watching changes to follow evil Tony though his honest to god lair before he hits an invisible wall. He frowns, smacking at it and turning around only smack into another invisible wall. Tony obviously doesn’t want to risk it much because green gas fills the small contraption, which Natasha can now clearly see is a cage, before it filters out. Evil Tony is either dead or knocked out and she sits back in her seat.
“I can’t believe it was that easy,” she mumbles.
“Wouldn’t have been if he got further into that but he follows a highly specific pattern of walking when he’s in there, I went thought the footage. Hence the placement of his own invention, really nifty little cage that is. Totally invisible, probably got better bones for that stealth mode I was attempting. Anyway, uh... he didn’t anticipate me being able to break into his systems so we can um, be glad he didn’t try and break into mine. Probably wouldn’t have occurred to either of us given that we don’t need the other for intelligence. Its just that I knew he’d manage to slip the suit and if he was going to go down to his lab I needed to know what was in there, be prepared and all that, so I had to-”
“Shut up, Tony,” Steve tells him, fingers pressed to his temples. “Next time you deal with you.”
Nat slumps in her seat. “I can’t believe New York blew up when we could have just done this,” she mumbles.
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Dragon Ball Z 204
Welp, Gohan’s just chillin’ in a giant nest.
Oh, also Goten’s here. So there’s a family of those big pterodactyl-looking creatures and apparently Gohan and Goten are friends with them, but they’ve gone missing.
This episode used to confuse me a lot when I first saw it, because I hadn’t watched the entire series up to this point, so I wasn’t sure if Chibi and his parents were a retcon or if they had appeared before this. Gohan acts like he’s known them his whole life, but this is indeed their first appearance. I think I might have confused them with Icarus aka Haiya Dragon, who was Gohan’s animal companion in Movies 3,4, 5, and Episodes 108-119. Kind of weird how Toei just sort of dropped that altogether once the androids showed up. Maybe Icarus died during the three year gap? It just feels like this episode was written with him in mind, like he married a female of his species and now Gohan has to save his newly-hatched offspring.
Meanwhile, Mr. Satan is chillaxing in his home, watching footage of himself winning the 24th Tenkaichi Budokai with a bottle of wine. I suppose this is telling. In private, this is the stuff that keeps Mr. Satan going. His victory over Cell was a fabrication, but winning the World Tournament was a genuine achievement, one he can truly take pride in.
I just wonder if he’s haunted by the memory of the Cell Games. He’s the only one who knows what really happened, so he can’t tell anyone, even his own daughter. Everything worked out, sure, but he still has to live with the knowledge that all of those strange people were stronger than himself. That must put these highlight reels into a different perspective. Maybe Mr. Satan is watching them for the sake of nostalgia. He’s thinking back to a time when he didn’t know better, and he really believed he was the strongest man in the world.
Anyway, Videl asks him about the previous Tenkaichi Budokai champion, and Mr. Satan explains that Son Goku was a mysterious man with a lot of fancy tricks, but he was surely no match for Mr. Satan.
And this is apparently the moment when Videl realizes that the former champion has the same family name as Gohan. Hmmm...
Meanwhile, Gohan and Goten watch news coverage of a circus wth a new act: a baby monster.
Turns out, it’s Chibi, the baby they were looking for at the top of this episode. This asshole named Musuka caught him and made him part of his asshole circus. Seriously, what sort of act is this? He just stands there with a whip and Chibi curls up into a ball and shivers in terror. Why would people pay money to see this?
Awww, look at this adorable little man. Fuck you, Musuka. Fuck you and fuck your audience. Fuck the circus, while I’m at it.
Seriously, I don’t get the circus at all. I have faint memories of going to one as a kid, and I’m pretty sure the only thing I wanted to see was Pac-Man, and I missed him while I went to the restroom or something. I have no idea how Pac-Man was at the circus, but I just know I sat through like 95 hours of boring-ass non-Pac-Man content, and then I blinked and he wasn’t there. Maybe I dreamed the whole thing. Fuck the circus is my point.
I’m pretty sure it was real, though, because I’ll see ads or circuses today and they promote appearances by Spongebob or some other cartoon character, and it’s probably just a guy in a suit. The point is that they have to do that kind of thing because kids haven’t cared about animal acts for at least forty years. They like cartoons and video games, because those are fucking awesome.
And you don’t need a circus to have meet-and-greets with cartoon characters. Just slap a costume on a guy and have him chill out in an air-conditioned building. Circuses do it because they have to adapt to the times, except they keep clinging to all this other stuff that doesn’t work anymore.
I have no pity for it. I read a Batman comic from like 1988, where Dick Grayson checks up on the circus he used to run with before his parents got murdered, and every time Robin checks up on his circus pals they always do the sob story about how business is down because no one goes to the circus anymore. It was cliche in 1988, and that comic is older than most of the people reading this. I’ve been hearing about the slow, agonizing decline of the circus my entire life, and I was born in the Carter administration for crying out loud. Nobody goes to Sears anymore, and you don’t see anyone feeling sorry for Sears.
I don’t want to get too anti-capitalist on this thing, but it annoys me when people get all weepy over businesses that can’t keep up with the market. Everyone was all sad when Toys R’ Us went bankrupt, but that’s bullshit, because no one really cares about Toys R’ Us, or they wouldn’t have gone out of business in the first place. What is it we miss about that store? You can buy the merchandise elsewhere, which is exactly what everyone did. So what’s left? Geoffrey the Giraffe? Fuck that guy. He’s no Pac-Man, that’s for sure. The jingle? You can look that up on YouTube right now.
The circus is the same deal. We’re supposed to care when one of them shuts down because it had been in business for like 105 years or something, like just because something is old that makes it important. Once upon a time they didn’t have Pokemon, and the best you could do was to hope some carnies rolled through your town and they had a cool bear that would do tricks. But that business model wasn’t going to last forever, and if it can’t adapt to the times then it doesn’t deserve to continue as it is. I feel like I read once that circuses have shifted their focus towards human performers, which makes more sense to me, because it gets the animal rights activists off their back, and the humans can do flashier things anyway. Then again, I scratch that itch by watching pro wrestling, so I don’t know if that’s viable. It comes down to a question of what a circus has to offer without giving up its identity as a circus. if the answer is to rebrand as some other kind of show, then just do it and don’t look back. If you’re determined to keep up the pretense out of some misplaced sense of obligation, then don’t look for pity when the business dries up.
Same deal with trains. I dig Johnny Cash, but he had this one song that was basically all moping about how nobody travels by train anymore. Well I rode a passenger train once and it was exactly like taking an airplane only cheaper and slower. That’s why people don’t do it as much. You can romanticize this stuff, but you need more than romance to turn a profit.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, Gohan tries to talk the owner into releasing Chibi into the wild, and when he gets shot down, Gohan just waltzes over to Chibi’s cage and busts him out.
Yeah! Fight the power!
Yeah, this is a Triangle Guy episode, by the way.
Musuka doesn’t take kindly to hearing his star attraction has been stolen. What’s amazing to me is how he’s just sitting at his desk counting huge stacks of cash, presumably earned from people paying top dollar to watch him abuse a defenseless animal. I mean, yeah, this is Dragon Ball Z, but this is pretty broad, even for this show.
So Gohan plans to just fly Chibi back to his nest, but oops, Chibi’s having a hard time flying so high and so fast. Awwww, look at the spirals in his eyes, he’s all dizzy. Hang in there, buddy.
So basically Chibi is baby. Gohan will have to carry him out of Satan City on foot.
I forget why, but the truck driver from the Vegeta/18 fight is in this episode. Pretty sweet.
Then Videl shows up. Musuka called the cops, who in turn called in Videl, since Great Saiyaman’s a little out of their league. Videl’s shocked that Saiyaman would steal like this, but it gives her an excuse to fight and unmask him, so she’s down with it.
So yeah, you’ve probably seen the gif of this shot where Videl jumps on Gohan and wraps her legs around his head, but I’m pretty sure she was setting up a hurricanrana. Everyone needs to get their heads out of the gutter.
Awwwwwwwwwwww.
Awwwwwwwwwwwww.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
For some reason, Musuka wanders over and starts whipping Chibi, like that would help anything in this situation. Seriously why does he need a whip? Anyway, Chibi cries out and...
... Uh-oh.
So here are Chibi’s parents, and they’re not pleased. This was exactly what Gohan was afraid might happen, but Videl wouldn’t listen to him, and he didn’t want to just punch out Videl, Musuka, and the cops to avoid this.
The cops try to shoot at Chibi’s parents, and Gohan can’t get anyone to back off. I don’t see why he doesn’t just grab Chibi and hand him over, but whatever.
I think around here, the dub has Gohan try to talk to them, and Videl points out that dinosaurs can’t talk. So Gohan goes “Yes, thank you Videl, you’re very smart.”
But I do like this version, where Videl is surprised to find that Great Saiyaman’s childhood involved playing with pterodactyl monsters. This is the sort of stuff Gohan doesn’t want gettng out about himself. Not this specifically, but just the idea that he’s super strong and runs with huge animals and his best friend is King Piccolo and he turned into a giant gorilla a couple of times.
Anyway, Gohan’s idea is that he can use his voice to get them to calm down, since they ought to recognize him.
But at one point he almost uses his real name, and Videl gets so fixated on it that she takes her eye off the whole “giant monster” situation.
Then Masuka pulls a gun and Chibi’s dad almost eats Videl and it’s all breaking down...
(Awwwwwwwwww.....)
So Gohan has to deck Chibi’s dad to get things under control. Maybe he should have just done that in the first place.
Chibi’s all upset, but Gohan didn’t hit him that hard, so it’s cool.
Fortunately, Chibi’s mom is a bit more practical, so Gohan hands him off to her and escorts them out of the city, carrying Chibi’s dad on his back.
Nice shot of the reunited family.
And Goten flies over to get a kiss from Chibi. What a good boy. My only regret here is that no one kicked Musuka in the balls. He threatens to go back and capture Chibi all over again, but Videl threatens him into abandoning that idea.
The next day, Gohan’s wearing a bandaid on his face because of a scratch he got from Chibi’s dad. I think in the manga, he got it from the Red Shark Gang, but whatever. Point is, Videl thanks him for yesterday, and he completely forgets himself and responds to this, which basically blows his secret identity.
The moral here is that there’s more to a secret identity than the disguise. In the end, Gohan’s just too honest to live a double life. Videl asks him if he’s the Golden Warrior too, and he insists that he isn’t, because he absolutely cannot let that secret get out. I’m not sure why, though, since Videl already knows he has super powers. A few episodes later, it’ll become clear that Gohan doesn’t want Videl to find out that he beat Cell instead of her father, so maybe that’s part of what’s going on here.
Anyway, Videl agrees to keep his secret, if Gohan agrees to enter the 25th Tenkaichi Budokai. Last episode, she found out that the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai’s winner was Son Goku, and she figures that must mean Gohan is his son. And since her father won the 24th Budokai, she’s thinking it might be cool if they both entered the next tournament. Gohan isn’t too interested in that idea, but he has no choice, since Videl will expose him unless he plays along.
I never really thought about this, but Videl really acts as the flashpoint for this entire arc. Everything that happens from this point onward is a direct result of the tournament. All the major players converse there, and that only happens because Gohan chose to enter, and that only happens because Videl blackmailed him into it.
And really, Videl’s only taking this much of an interest in Gohan because of the Cell Games, and the Z-Fighter’s indifference to Mr. Satan claiming the victory over Cell. She’s convinced that her father and Gohan’s father are peers, and that the two of them could have an even match. If the Cell Games had played out differently, maybe Videl wouldn’t bother bringing any of this up.
Oh, one last thing, Videl wants Gohan to show her how to fly, since it gives him an unfair advantage over her.
So now Gohan’s stuck. He has to fight Videl in public and teach her how to fly. Well, he’s been through worse situations than this.
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Live Action Dumbo
So I saw the Tim Burton Dumbo in theaters recently and I thought I’d save everyone the pain of watching it by pasting my summary of it here. I wish I was making this shit up but this movie is exaggerated so far beyond the cartoon that everything about it is less believable than the flying elephant it’s about.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
So, basically the plot revolves around 3 people, 2 personality'less kids, one girl who's personality is "I like science but the only way I show that is by saying I like it and acting like no one understands me while all my lines are delivered like i'm smart but traumatized to have no emotions because my mom is dead" while the brother's only defining line is "I can stand on my head for ten seconds" basically to show he's a talentless useless nothing. which he remains throughout the whole film. Then there's the dad, the only really decent character of the three, a war veterin who lost an arm and used to ride horses in the circus, reduced to tending to the elephants because it was the only job he had
so the circus is going out of business and the ringleader sold all the horses because no one was around to perform with them any more, and he buys a pregnant asian elephant from fuck knows where because he wants to market the baby
baby is born, he gets mad that the baby is a mutated hideous freak and insists it wont sell
there's also a shitty guy taking care of the elephants who abuses them for no damn reason other than to be a bad guy
anyway circus leader tells the dad to hide the ears, and they decide to put him in a weird baby hat that tucks his ears in
now the kids just for some reason decide to blow a feather at him and he likes playing blow the feather with them, but he snorts the feather up his nose, sneezes, and flies for a moment
but for some stupid reason they think it was him eating a peanut that did it
so they cant convince him to fly again
but now he's addicted to snorting feathers i guess because he snorts one off a lady;'s hat when he';s being paraded around as a baby, and he sneezes, ears come loose, but he doesn;t fly
the ENTIRE circus starts laughing at himn and throwing food at him
the other elephants spook because he's scary i guess???
his mom gets antagonized by asshole going "hur hur they laughing at your ugly baby"
she gets mad, comes out to defend him, dad calms her down, asshole runs out screaming MAD ELEPHANT and pisses her off again so she tears the circus down on accident and kills the asshole
circus leader lies to the cops i guess so they can keep the elephant locked in a mad elephant cage, the circus troupe for some reason sing baby mine together
then circus leader decides "i was ripped off, i'm gonna sell her back to the guy but keep the freak baby as a clown because people laughed at him"
the kids meanwhile try to comfort him by dumping peanuts on him but he's too depressed to eat, and then a feather just happens to get in so once again he snorts it up like a coke addict
and sneezes and flies and starts flying all over the place and snorting the feather over and over
until just snorting the feather and not sneezing lets him fly i guess
dad gets forced to be a clown because he was ashamed of himself having 1 arm and didn't want to be seen, they do the clown scene but with a monkey at the top of the building and dumbo as a firefighter to snort water and put out the controlled fires
jackass mcgee controlling the fires doesn't do his damn job and a clown throws a thing that activates a lever to make EXTREME FIRE OH NO
little girl risks her life going up the ladder to make dumbo snort a feather and fly
now people see him flying and basically shit themselves, the circus begins advertising their flying elephant
then the BIG BAD CIRCUS catches wind and is like 'let's make a coownership contract for the elephant and i'll hire your whole troupe and give them a place to live'
This guy is so obviously scummy it's not remotely subtle, down to collecting girls as trophies
one said woman he claims is her queen who does the trapese
obvious love interest for lonely dad because disney i guess
and they decide
let's make her fly ON the baby elephant
for some reason
figure it out in less than a week or so help me
the bank is gonna fund this but only if she flies perfectly on this BABY elephant
because big circus is actually secretly going bankrupt and relying on dumbo to fix it
i forgot to mention the kids promised dumbo if he performed well and earned enough money they'd buy his mom back
also the girl constantly points out the obvious. constantly, at the worst times too
so the performance day comes, they dont think they're ready but they gotta do it anyway cuz big bank guy is watching
We get Pink elephants but it’s people blowing bubbles that somehow come to fucking life and all Dumbo does is bob his head to the music and watch them, I guess the whole theater is tripping because everyone sees this shit going down but no one questions how in the hell bubbles are doing all this. This scene is short and it’s just dancing bubbles, for a Tim Burton movie you’d think of all scenes PINK ELEPHANTS would be trippy as balls but nah. nah it’s just bubbles and repetitive music and a baby elephant nodding his head to the beat
anyway it’s time for the performance
but then jackass circus owner is like
lel no nets
no matter that it's illegal and puts lives in danger and may traumatize people
no nets because it makes it a better show (he doesn’t get in trouble for this at all btw, just the lady getting mad at him and him like ‘hey it’s show biz hur hur’
so lady is nervous, dumbo hesitates, performance goes to shit when lady falls and barely catches a rope and dumbo almost falls off a platform
but he gets a feather somehow and weee flying
ppeople are like oooh aah
but then
he hears his mom
because APPARENTLY the big bad circus bought her
and put her on display as a spooky scary elephant in nightmare island
dumbo is emotionally nuzzling her, everyone follows him, everyone is there as the big bad circus guy is like GET THE BABY ELEPHANT AWAY FROM HER and
no one does a damn thing
no one protests
they all just stare as he's taken away
and then only after he;s taken away
this fucking girl goes "i think that's his mom :0"
big bad circus guy is pissed and goes on about how it's better to do things alone and to seperate them, and asks that the mom be killed the next day to sever the problem
also bank guy is like "well the elephant was flying but not with the lady so fuck you i';m not wow'd at all you fail, get it right next time or no money"
big bad circus guy then goes "oh by the way ther troupe are all useless and do what our troupe already does so i fired them, send them away"
so everyone's pissed and comes up with a plan to rescue the elephants and get them out of the circus
circus freaks use their circus freaky powers to bust mama jumbo out, while dumbo and lady distract people with a performance and the dad climbs the tent to cut it open with one arm because i guess no one else in the troupe could fucking climb i guess
so dumbo can fly out with the lady
they fly out and go to a control tower to open a gate for mama jumbo in a truck to be free, they restrain the lady but are too scared of the baby elephant to stop it from SWITCHING ALL THE SWITCHES AND TURNING OFF THE POWER OF THE PLACE
big bad circus guy busts in to the control room knowing they are there somehow and just starts trying to flip the switches back and a dude is like "wait nooo you have to let it reboot first or it'll short circuit"
\big bad circus dude doesn;t listen and goes apeshit on the controls, even whacking them with his cane until they spark
whole circus catches fucking fire
kids are being chased by big bad circus dude's henchman in to the burning tent
dad has to ride a horse in to save them but then they all get trapped in the burning tent
dumbo is about to be reunited with his mom when he realizes o no they are in the tent and flies off to rescue them, grabbing a bunch of water in his trunk
he gets them out but oh no the feather burned
how can he fly
i know, a dumb speech about how he doesn't need the feather and an allusion to a stupid keyt around the girl's neck from her mother which she throws in a fire to prove "i dont need it like you dont need the feather"
\and he;s just
okay
and flies them out
dad steals another horse to get out
they drive jumbo and fly dumbo to a big cargo boat where they just kinda.... walk the elephants on no questions asked to be shipped to india
now the little circus is doing a new thing where they no longer have animals because they dont believe in keeping animals captive for entertainment, and everyone jsut dresses as animals instead
and mom and dumbo get united with wild elephants who foir some reason give 0 shits about a flying elephant with huge ears unlike the circus elephants which freaked out
the end
oh
and science girl does one science thing supposedly which is making her dad a metal arm when we see her not making anything ever the entire moviue
and she has her own science tent where it';s just a projector showing a video of lady flying on dumbo????
idfk it was fucking stupid
groan
what a piece of shit
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