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thorne93 · 4 years

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The Stars Made Us (Part 26)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2237

Warnings: angst and language throughout, medical complications, blood, fighting, surgery

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @quailliamyfears, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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"Shit!" Christine cried out.

"Y/N? Y/N?" Stephen tried, but you were out cold. "Help her."

"But your chest. It's wide open--"

"Help her!" he demanded.

"Jeez, alright! Alright!" She went out into the hall and pulled in another bed. She called out for a doctor and a few nurses to help you onto the bed before telling them to leave and get her two suture kits.

By the time they returned, the other doctor had cut your pant leg off and was working to clean the wound and assess it.

"Some kind of foreign blade sliced all the way through her leg."

"Yeah, he was stabbed in the chest," she informed before starting to work on him.

Stephen apologized to Christine for the way he treated her and she asked what was going on and he explained his situation to her before finishing the sutures.

"Is she almost done?" Stephen asked the other doctor as he started to get up.

"What? Where are you going?" Christine asked.

"Late for a cult meeting. Just help me up and help me get dressed."

As she helped him with his robes, the doctor answered Stephen's question. "She'll be alright, but she's lost a hell of a lot of blood. Her pants are beyond soaked in blood. I think she has a concussion," he said, recalling when he looked at your pupils. "She needs to stay overnight. How the hell is she alive?"

Christine looked from you to Stephen. The answer was clear - you had stayed alive for him.

“She needs to stay here, Stephen,” Christine insisted. “I’ll take care of her.”

You suddenly gasped awake.

Stephen was at your side instantly. “Hey there,” he greeted, his face painted with love and compassion. “Hey, you lost a lot of blood so they want to keep you overnight, but I’ve got to go back to the sanctum. I’ll come visit you as soon as--”

“What? No. Fuck no. I’m coming with you,” you insisted.

“You can’t. You need to stay here.”

“Why?”

“Well, first of all I’m not done stitching you up,” the doctor that was working on you said.

“Well, I see three doctors in this room. Maybe someone can stitch the back while the other stitches the front, but I am coming with you Stephen, like it or not. I still have the sling ring and you’ll have to tear it off my body to get it.” You glared at him and he held up his hands in surrender.

Christine gave a look to the other doctor before she jumped in and you turned on your side, letting the doctors work on you from either side.

The second you were entirely stitched up, you and Stephen made for the portal. He said his goodbyes to Christine as you stood off to the side, letting it happen. He showed her the portal before saying he really had to go. You stepped inside, and offered your hand. Once inside, you closed the portal and passed the ring to him.

He encountered the man that had attacked you and checked his pulse - he was dead. Stephen gave you a look of dread before reaching up to grab the cloak. It attached itself to him and the two of you continued walking down the hall.

"Strange! Y/N! You're okay.

"A relative term, but yeah, I’m okay."

"The Cloak of Levitation. It came to you."

The Ancient One suddenly said, "No minor feat. It’s a fickle thing."

"He’s escaped," Stephen informed.

The Ancient One asked, "Kaecilius?"

"Yeah. He can fold space and matter at will."

"He folds matter outside the mirror dimension? In the real world?"

"Yeah."

"How many more?" The Ancient One asked.

"Two. I stranded one in the desert."

"And the other?"

"His body was in the hall. Master Drumm was in the foyer."

Mordo replied, "He’s been taken back to Kamar-Taj."

The Ancient One informed, "The London Sanctum has fallen. Only New York and Hong Kong remain now to shield us from the Dark Dimension. You defended the New York Sanctum from attack. With its Master gone, it needs another, Master Strange."

Your eyes went to Stephen, analyzing his face, his response.

"No," he said defiantly as he turned towards her. "It is Dr. Strange. Not Master Strange, not Mr. Strange, Doctor Strange. When I became a doctor, I swore an oath to do no harm. And I have just killed a man! I’m not doing that again. I became a doctor to save lives, not take them."

Sympathy hit your heart quickly as you saw him be torn apart by the actions he just had to take. Stephen might've been a bit cold, a bit uncaring in his bedside manner, but the fact remained that he did save lives and he did it well. And it was clear now that he didn't ever want to fail in saving a life, let alone be the reason for taking one.

"You become a doctor to save one life above all others -- your own," The Ancient One Quipped.

"Still seeing through me, are you?" Stephen asked as he got closer to her.

"I see what I’ve always seen -- your over-inflated ego. You want to go back to the delusion that you can control anything, even death, which no one can control. Not even the great Doctor Stephen Strange."

"Not even Dormammu? He offers immortality."

"It’s our fear of death that gives Dormammu life. He feeds off it."

"Like you feed on him? You talk to me about controlling death. Well, I know how you do it. I’ve seen the missing rituals from The Book of Cagliostro."

"Measure your next words very carefully, doctor," The Ancient One warned.

"Because you might not like them?" he challenged.

"Because you may not know of what you speak," she clarified.

"What is he talking about?" Mordo asked, and your eyes were simply going from each talking person. He hadn't divulged this with you but now that he had, it was starting to make a bit of sense and you felt... betrayed.

"I’m talking about her long life, the source of her immortality. She draws power from the Dark Dimension to stay alive."

"That’s not true," Mordo defended.

"I’ve seen the rituals and worked them out. I know how you do it," Stephen informed.

She didn't seem to respond to this, all she said was, "Once they regroup, the zealots will be back. You’ll need reinforcements."

"She is not who you think she is," Stephen said as he started to walk away.

"You don’t have the right to say that. You have no idea of the responsibility that rests upon her shoulders."

"No, and I don’t want to know."

"You’re a coward," Mordo said and this made you straighten up, ready to fight him.

"Because I’m not a killer?" Stephen questioned, turning around, pressing him for an answer.

"These zealots will snuff us all out, and you can muster the strength to snuff them out first?"

"What do you think I just did?" Stephen asked, his voice getting volumes louder.

"You saved your own life! And then whined about it like a wounded dog."

"When you would have done it so easily?" he challenged.

"You have no idea the things I’ve done…And the answer is yes. Without hesitation."

"Even if there’s another way?"

"There is no other way," Mordo vowed.

"You lack imagination," he accused.

"No, Stephen. You lack a spine."

"Hey, we just had to fight for our lives here and we had no way to prepare ourselves. No one told us what we were up against here. You left Stephen defenseless," you accused.

"We gave Stephen all the necessary tools to arm himself, but he couldn't because he was too busy arming his ego, as always," Mordo replied.

You were about to lay into him when Stephen turned to you.

"He's actually right. He was right all along. They did give me the tools, but I couldn't see them because of you." He turned to you, a sort of realization in his voice.

"What?" you asked.

"I was distracted by you. They warned me about that, but because of you, I couldn't focus on my work. I had to entertain you. I'm not a baby sitter. You knew we were coming here to fix my hands, but you had to make it about being soulmates again. Well guess where that got us, Y/N? In the hospital. I couldn't even focus on fighting for my life because I was too busy concerning myself with you. That won't happen again. All you've done since I met you was distract me from my one goal - getting my hands fixed and getting my job back."

You stood there, shocked to your core.

How could he be saying this? This couldn't be true. None of this could be true. He loved you, he said he did. That couldn't have changed. He wouldn't have lied about that.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you avoided his haunting gaze. "You don't mean that."

"I don't say things I don't mean. When have you ever known me to hide exactly how I am feeling?" he challenged, knowing full well all of you in the room knew the truth.

"Never," you whispered.

"Right. This time is no different. You've held me back, and I won't let it happen any longer."

"Stephen--"

"Now, please. I don't like having to fight with you to get you to leave me alone. I've done it too many times, it's exhausting. So please, do me a favor, and get the hell away from me, and get out of my life."

If he'd slapped you in the face, it would've hurt less.

He opened a portal and you saw your bedroom at Kamar-Taj. "Feel free to grab your things. You barged into my life, I suspect you can walk out of it just fine?" He raised his eyebrows at you and it took everything in you to keep from sobbing on the spot.

For fear of talking, you just nodded and stepped through the portal. You turned to look at him, but as soon as your eyes made contact, he looked as if he hated you and he closed the portal, making you collapse on the bed in tears.

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After you gathered your senses, you packed all your things. You approached Wong in the library. You told him that if Stephen did anything dangerous, or reckless, or even if he went back home to contact you. He could tell you'd been crying, he looked down at your phone number curiously, but ultimately decided to say nothing. He just agreed to call you.

Wong helped you get a taxi to the airport and you got the first flight that would get you home.

All you could think of was the way this felt like when Charles disappeared. That heartbreak. That crushing feeling on your chest. The way you couldn't breathe. The feeling of not knowing what you'd done wrong.

How had everything fallen apart so quickly? Just yesterday you two were happy, blissful. You had both he and Charles.

Now, you were returning home with one soulmate rejecting you.

How? How coudld he do this to you? He seemed so in love. The way he held you. The way he woke up beside you. The way he stared at you as you worked. The way he did anything you asked of him, even if sometimes it took a bit of coaxing or fighting. The way he worshipped you physically. The way he finally seemed to believe in soulmates.

How could he go from making a romantic date on the beaches of Bora Bora, and surprising you with dances in your bedroom, and teasing you at dinner time about how you ate your food to... to this. To casting you out as if you were trash after trying to save his life. You risked your life for his and it came so easy for him to tell you to get away.

He finally showed his true colors. He didn't want you. He just wanted his hands fixed. You were blind enough -- stupid enough -- to believe he wanted anything else. He just wanted someone to fill whatever stupid role he needed in his life and you were pathetic enough to do it.

He used you and you couldn't see it.

He had told you from the beginning he didn't want this. He wanted the control to choose a mate. Even the Ancient One had seen it. Stephen wanted to control life and death, of course he wanted to control who he loved. Maybe he lied about Christine too, about not loving her any more.

He was wearing her watch into Nepal. You were just the buddy that tagged along.

That's all you were to him, a dead weight he wanted to rid himself of.

Finally, you were at the front door of the mansion. You pulled out your key but before you could get it in the hole, the door opened.

Charles stood there, looking pressed and smart as always.

"Y/N?" he greeted, highly confused as to why you were here without warning. He was thrilled to see you, but you hadn't given word you were coming home.

You simply fell into his arms and he caught you. The sobs finally hit you, hard, and he held onto you.

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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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eek also this is a lot but ikeshot for 7, 14, 26, 33, 39 or 43?

Angst in general.

Nightmares.

You have a scar and I asked about it and it’s really angsty.

I thought I lost you and you need to be more careful you dumbass.

and

You fought me (verbally or physically) and I am s h o o k.

*cracks knuckes* aight then.

I haven’t written ikeshot yet! This’ll be my first time figuring out how I wanna portray their dynamic, so we’ll see how it goes.

I’m gonna do all of them except 33 cause that one doesn’t really work with the idea I have but I can combine all the others.

...

This wasn’t the first time Ike had stayed the night in Brooklyn, but it was the first he’d been woken up by a jolt.

It had taken him months to get this far, the point where he was sharing a bed with a Brooklyn boy, where he was pretty sure he was in love with said Brooklyn boy, where he was even welcome in Brooklyn after dark.

It had been a long and confusing road, starting a couple weeks after they won the strike.

See, Mike did this thing with his lover where they were super paranoid about getting caught. And yeah, that was good for safety, when courting a boy could get you killed or arrested, but Mike and Jojo took it to a whole new level, almost never even sitting on the same side of a room while outside the Lodging House.

And as much as Ike liked that his brother was keeping safe, this was also really fucking annoying, because it meant he had to deal with the pining.

So, he’d asked to tag along to Sheepshead with Race for a day, figuring a day of alone time with his boy might tone down Mike’s annoyingness a little. And Race occasionally took a partner to Brooklyn with him, anyway. He hadn’t done it in a while, but nothing bad had happened before.

And besides, since the strike, inter-borough relations had been better than ever out of a proud kind of solidarity. No big deal, right?

Wrong. They’d split up for maximum efficiency, and barely an hour later Ike was getting dragged away from the entrance to the races he was staking out and into an alley across the street, by which time he was getting thrown against a wall before he even got a look at who was dragging him.

Then he’d looked up, already raising his fists, and seen probably the tallest boy in New York.

Ike had remembered seeing him at the rally, this kid about his age who usually stuck pretty close to Spot Conlon, and he’d made the mistake of lowering his guard.

“Hey! I remember you! You’s Brooklyn’s second, right? What was your name again? Uh... Heat?”

This kid smirked, “Hotshot.”

Then he’d punched Ike in the face.

It was hard enough that Ike was knocked to the ground, but he was on his feet again in an instant, raising his fists again.

“I’m Ike,” he panted, “And I’m here—“

He’d been cut off by having to dodge another punch, trying to throw one of his own, but only getting kneed in the stomach after Hotshot blocked it.

Still, he’d raised his fists again, coughing as he tried to ignore the urge to curl in on himself.

“Don’t know when to give up, do ya?”

Ike smiled, still gasping for breath, “Nope! Don’t mean we have to fight, though.”

Hotshot just punched him again, “You’re on the wrong side of the bridge, Manhattan boy.”

“And that’s grounds enough to soak someone?”

“Hey!”

At that point, Hotshot froze, turning to see Race running into the alley.

“He’s with me, Hotshot! Jeez!”

“Well, he didn’t say—“

“Ya didn’t give me a chance to,” Ike interrupted.

Race had helped Ike up, glaring at the Brooklyn boy despite how Hotshot was much taller and stronger.

“I ain’t gonna tell on you, but kid, you need to learn to think before ya start swingin’. If Spot asks about me, I’m sellin’ with Albert today.”

Race had helped Ike get home, then actually gone to sell with Albert, but on the way back, he’d answered Ike’s questions, about how someone that young and hotheaded could help lead the biggest borough in New York.

“Hotshot’s young, you’re right. He’s your age, actually—14. And yeah, he’s defensive. But I’s known him a while, and there’s more to him than that. The short version is that he’s either a good friend or a bad enemy. Once ya got his loyalty, ya got it forever. That’s why he’s Brooklyn’s second. He’s one of the few Spot actually trusts.”

With that description combined with the way Ike had honestly never met anyone who punched that hard, he was just a little intrigued. Maybe it wasn’t smart, but he’d went back to Brooklyn a week later, not selling this time, but just looking for that one Brooklyn boy.

He’d found him, selling at Coney. And Brooklyn boys usually didn’t sell with partners, so Ike hadn’t had trouble sneaking up on him.

“Hey.”

That was the only warning he gave before putting a hand on Hotshot’s shoulder to spin him around and punch him in the face.

Hotshot had wheeled back, raising his own fist.

“You got ‘bout four hits on me for no reason—I thinks I deserve one free shot!”

Slowly, Hotshot had lowered his hand, still glaring at him, but not as much.

“Fair is fair. Now go back to Manhattan.”

Ike was going to, honestly, but then figured, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ and didn’t.

“So, how often do ya beat up kids from other boroughs without askin’ for their story?”

“Are you completely fearless, or just stupid?”

“Both, probably. Ya gonna answer the question, or punch my daylights out?”

“I ain’t decided yet.”

“Well, while you’re decidin’, I heard you’re close with Spot Conlon. What’s he really like? Is he always that scary, or is it just an act?”

For the next several weeks, it was like that. It was Ike coming over, finding Hotshot wherever he was, and annoying the hell out of him.

And Hotshot always said he was going to punch him, but he never did. Slowly, he started actually answering Ike’s questions, at least a few of them, and asking a few in return. Ike wouldn’t necessarily call them friends, but they definitely knew each other better, now.

“One of these days, I’m actually gonna punch ya,” Hotshot grumbled once, when Ike asked a question a little too personal.

“Every time ya say that, I believe you less,” Ike said cheerfully, “Anyway, I’s heard Brooklyn’s got great sunrises. Is that true?”

Hotshot actually smiled a little, “I dunno if it’s any better than Manhattan, but yeah, we’s gotten some pretty nice ones over here.”

It took a couple months, but Ike started figuring out that by even talking to him, Hotshot was letting down his guard, little by little. He let it down a bit more as he started letting Ike touch him, allowing a handshake when they met up, or a punch in the shoulder in a friendly way.

Once he realized how much Hotshot was trusting him by doing those little things, Ike realized that against his better judgement, he trusted him, too. He liked spending time with Hotshot, probably too much.

Definitely too much, with how he was stupid enough to walk through a November rainstorm months after they met just to see him.

By the time he got to Brooklyn, he was freezing, wet, and disoriented enough that he’d ended up passing out in front of a random store, just so the awning would keep the rain off.

He’d woken up in the Brooklyn Lodging House in the middle of the night, with Hotshot holding him in a bed.

Actually, he’d kind of jolted awake, and apparently woken up Hotshot with him as the Brooklyn boy whispered an explanation to him.

“Hildy found ya damn near frozen. By the time she got ya back here, you were almost dead and needed body heat bad.”

“Oh,” Ike whispered back, almost too terrified to move or even speak.

“That’s all ya got to say, you idiot?” Hotshot hissed, clearly angry as his arm around Ike’s waist tightened, “What were you thinkin’, walkin’ here in a storm?”

Ike was still pretty confused, and for once, he couldn’t even think of something to say.

Then Hotshot sighed, “I thought you were gonna die.”

Oh. So that was what this was about. He wasn’t angry—not at Ike, really, at least.

Ike had finally let himself relax against the taller boy’s chest, enjoying how warm Hotshot actually was.

“Ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

Hotshot had exhaled kind of sharply, and Ike was praying to a god he didn’t believe in that he wasn’t misreading things, but he’d rolled over so he was facing Brooklyn’s second, their faces barely inches apart, though it was so dark that Ike couldn’t really see him.

Beyond that, he hadn’t wanted to make the first move, mostly out of fear. In Manhattan, it was pretty common knowledge that many of them liked the same sex, but Brooklyn was different. It was less of a family and more of almost a gang. Ike wasn’t sure how Hotshot would react if he did anything.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to do anything, because yes, Ike liked boys, and he’d made peace with that, but being with one made it dangerous. Mike wasn’t the only was who was terrified of getting caught, for good reason.

Then Hotshot’s hand had come up to touch a scar on the side of Ike’s face. One he guessed he’d probably never noticed before because their faces had never been this close.

It had been from a pretty bad wound, but was so faded that it looked minor now, because he’d gotten it so long ago.

“I didn’t give you this, did I?”

Ike shook his head, “No. I’ve had that scar since I was 8.”

“How’d ya get a scar so bad it still shows now when you were 8?”

Ike had taken a deep breath, forced down panic over events he’d rather forget, and decided to tell him the truth.

“My brother and me,” he whispered, “Our parents died when we were really young. So’s we got brought up by our mom’s sister and her lover... her lover who was... also a woman.”

Ike paused there, waiting for Hotshot’s reaction.

There really wasn’t one, and he’d felt a bit of relief at that.

“They was good at bein’ subtle,” Ike continued, “So nobody suspected anythin’ for a long while. But then when me and Mike were 8... some bad people figured it out and... and those men came in the night and set the house on fire. I guess we’s lucky to have made it out at all—our aunts weren’t that lucky—but...”

His voice trailed off. Ike didn’t like admitting that he wasn’t this happy-go-lucky kid all the time. He hadn’t told anyone about this, ever. Mike had told Jack, years ago, to explain why they had bad days sometimes, but Ike had never been able to talk about it.

He’d felt Hotshot take a deep breath, and then the other boy had pulled him closer, right against his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination when, later, once Ike was halfway into a dream, he thought he might have felt a kiss being pressed to his hair.

Ike had known right there that something had changed between them, and though Mike gave him hell for staying out all night the next morning, he couldn’t say it wasn’t worth it.

He didn’t know if they were... what, did you call it courting? He didn’t know if what they were doing had a label or if spending a significant amount of their free time together qualified as being together.

But, after that first night, Ike did spend the night in Brooklyn a few more times, sharing a bed with Hotshot under the excuse that he’d lost track of time the Brooklyn Lodging House didn’t have one to spare. In reality, he stayed over because sharing a bed, sharing warmth with Brooklyn’s second... it was nice. It was somehow different from crawling in with Mike if nightmares got bad or huddling on the fire escape with Crutchie and Jack if he didn’t make enough to pay for his bed one night.

Sharing a bed with Hotshot was comforting even when nothing was actually wrong. It was safe and warm and it made Ike feel all fuzzy inside and...

Not that he knew how to say it, not that he could say it, but Ike was pretty sure this was what falling in love felt like.

It was scary, but he didn’t want to stop falling.

Of course, he wasn’t planning on telling Hotshot how he felt. Not unless the other boy made the first move. Or unless they decided to get drunk for some reason. Or if it happened to come up in conversation.

Okay... maybe Ike really wanted to tell him, but he just didn’t know how to go about it.

Well, he’d been sitting on this for a long while already, so Ike still really didn’t know when he was going to tell him, but he still felt the need to follow when he felt Hotshot jolt awake, just before rolling out of bed and leaving the room.

“Hotshot?”

Ike followed him out onto the fire escape, finding the taller boy staring down over the edge, a death grip on the railing.

“Hotshot, are you okay?”

Ike moved to stand next to him, making sure it was clear and visible what he was doing as he put a hand over Hotshot’s on the railing.

For a few seconds, he didn’t react. He didn’t even give a sign that he’d heard or even felt Ike touching him.

Then, slowly, he let go of the railing, flipping his hand over so he could intertwine their fingers.

Hotshot exhaled shakily, most of the tension leaving his frame. Ike took that as a sign that it was okay to lean his head against his shoulder.

“Ya gonna tell me what this is about?”

For a minute, he thought he wasn’t going to.

Then Hotshot took a wavering breath and spoke, still staring over the edge of the fire escape.

“Ya once asked how many kids I’s beat up for no reason,” he said quietly, “I don’t know. I get in fights a lot. I get angry and... and usually, Spot tells me where to aim it, but it ain’t always enough. I always have more and if I don’t put it somewhere, it’ll just build till I... till I explode.”

Ike nodded. He understood. He already knew this about Hotshot. He’d figured out that anger was his drive a long time ago.

“I... I learned that from my folks.”

Ike froze. In all their conversations over the last few months, Hotshot had never shared any personal information beyond the fact that he saw Spot as an older brother.

“They’d get angry,” Hotshot said shakily, “And when they’d explode, they’d...”

His voice faltered, and Ike touched his arm with his free hand, trying to ground him. He could read between the lines and though it made him angry and sad as hell, he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

“I... I got myself out when I was 12,” he mumbled, “Finally just couldn’t take it anymore and ran like hell—ended up here. And I know it’s been a couple years, now, but... but I still go back there some nights, when I’m sleepin’.”

His voice was shaking a little, by the end of that, and Ike tugged on his arm gently so he could turn Hotshot to face him.

He wasn’t sure he was going to allow it, but to his relief, Hotshot hugged him back, leaning down to bury his face in Ike’s shoulder.

“You’re here,” Ike whispered, “They can’t hurt ya here, Hotshot. You’re safe.”

Hotshot wasn’t crying, but he was shaking a little in the cold. It was winter, for crying out loud. Winter at night. And though the Brooklyn kids did wear sleeves like reasonable people in winter, most of them didn’t sleep in their shirts.

“Can we take this inside?” Ike asked, knowing that he was cold, even being a little more dressed for the weather than Hotshot was.

The taller boy nodded shakily and they went inside, curling up together in that bunk, the closeness for comfort as much as warmth.

Feeling brave for a minute, Ike leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the Hotshot’s forehead.

Hotshot went rigid, but the expression on his face was pure surprise, not any kind of disgust, and he didn’t pull away.

Ike offered him a small smile before rolling over, so as not to push things.

He definitely wasn’t complaining when Hotshot pulled him against his chest to sleep for the rest of the night.

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 4 years

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Roguish Women Part 26

Summary: Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 26: Tommy won’t give up, so neither does Kate.

Warning for abuse

It was stifling to have dirt in his throat again even with the cloth over his mouth he could feel the grime coating his lungs. The tight spot of the tunnel was hellish and made every nerve in Tommy’s body scream in panic. There wasn’t any time to decide whether it was just another opium-induced dream. He just had to keep digging.

It happened in a split second. One moment everything was fine at the opening of Grace’s orphanage, then Ada asked where Karl was. The innocent question turned to panic when no one could seem to find the little boy. Then, a harrowing scream came from outside.

“Mum!” Karl’s panicked cry was unmistakable.

They had taken Tommy’s nephew. Now he was a puppet to them, forced to do what they said. There was no way Ada was losing her son, not after everything she’d suffered. And certainly not by Tommy’s fault. So, he drove to the tunnel being dug to the Russian’s vault.

Midnight. They had to get it by midnight.

All his muscles ached as he worked in the cramped, dank, tunnel. He was caked in mud but there was no time to wipe it from his face. No time to rest. No time to breathe.

~~~~~~~~~

There was a knock at the door and Kate descended down the stairs to answer it. Santo was working so she had the flat to herself. Yet she wasn’t ready to open the door to a familiar face. Her jaw dropped.

“You happy to see me or what?” The man gave her a signature lopsided smile.

“Frankie…” She whispered. “What on Earth?” Trying to shake off her shock, she herded him into the apartment so no one would notice him standing there. “Are you fucking crazy?” She hissed as she shut the door. “You could be killed for coming around here!

Frank Wallace was the no-nonsense leader of the Gustin Gang. About ten years older than her, he was a strong ally to Kate. Along with his brother, Steve, Frank ran South Boston with an iron fist. Only the strongest men, like Santo, ever tested his power.

“Few of my boys are causing a bit of ruckus to tie up Santo’s men. They won’t ever catch me here.” He smiled confidently.

Still, Kate was sick to her stomach to know he was there. “Why are you here? How did you even know where to find me I haven’t seen you-”

“Since that fucker chased you out of the city.” Frank looked a bit disgusted that he was standing in Santo’s foyer. He appeared to have the same distaste for the décor, even if he didn’t have a good reason to hate it.

“So, how’d you know I was back?”

“Got a telegram from a Mr. Thomas Shelby, in London. Can you fucking believe that?” He grinned like a kid on Christmas day. “Bit more international than I thought, huh?”

“Tommy sent you?” She whispered in shock. Sending Patrick was one thing, but contacting another gang leader?

“Yeah, said something about forming an alliance. Said you’d know something about it. Maybe not, I dunno.” He shrugged.

Kate’s throat started to constrict. Patrick hadn’t done anything to convince Tommy to stay in Birmingham where he belonged. “Frank, you need to get out of here now. He’s got eyes everywhere if he finds out you’ve been here…” She warned and pushed him to the door.

“Santo? Katie, he don’t have anything over you!” He urged. “This fucking debt, s’bullshit! He wants the money you owe, I’ll give you the fucking money. Would’ve given it to you years ago if you’d just asked.”

“It’s not about the money anymore.” The more Tommy pushed, even from afar, the more anxious she became. Tears welled in her eyes when she realized things were coming down to the wire. She needed to intervene before he did something stupid. “He’s threatening the man I love. He’s threatening the family who took care of me when I needed help the most. If I don’t do this then he’ll kill me.”

Frank looked a little taken aback. He’d never seen Kate cry and never before had she admitted any personal feelings no matter how close they were. “Jesus, our Katie’s in love. Thought I’d never see the day.”

She laughed weakly and wiped her eyes. “It’s complicated, and I don’t need you involved either. You’re just another person for Santo to threaten.”

“Sweetheart, that fucker’s been threatening me for years. If he wants to bring this to blows, then he can come down and visit me. Now I’ve been offered an alliance with British people, that’s something to be pretty fucking pleased about. So, I’m gonna obliged this Mr. Shelby.”

“And do what?” She asked.

“To come and see you. Then wait for another telegram. I sent him an agreement; we’ll see if he’s onboard.”

There was nothing she could say to stop Frank from taking advantage of a tempting business offer. Kate felt that the least she could do was get him out of enemy territory. “Then go wait for your telegram. But call me next time, don’t show up like you’re looking for a death wish.” She snapped and hurried him to the door. The longer he stood there, the more anxious she got.

“Alright, alright!” He shooed off her concern. “I’ll call you next time, jeez.” He muttered and flashed her a smile before heading on his way.

Kate looked across the street and noticed Patrick was sitting on the front stoop of the apartment they’d been housed in. He gave her a subtle nod.

Frustrated with Tommy’s persistence, she shut the door and headed to the phone. On her way, she checked the time on the grandfather clock in the parlor. It was eleven in the morning that meant it wouldn’t be too late.

~~~~~~~~~

Tommy held the telegram from Frank Wallace in his hand as he went downstairs to dinner. Ada and Karl were staying with him for a bit. After the harrowing kidnapping, they all needed a breather. Ada wanted to get out of the city, Karl wanted to play football on his uncle’s large lawns, and Tommy wanted to keep them close.

Even though the threat of Father Hughes and the Russians was neutralized, he was still paranoid. He was starting to understand the kind of things that happened behind doors and in shadowy alleys. The type of men who were in power and what they could do.

Mary intercepted Tommy at the foot of the stairs. “There’s a telephone call for you, Mr. Shelby.”

“Where from?”

“Boston.”

Tommy frowned. He had only just spoken to Patrick over the phone. There was no reason for him to be calling again when he knew the plan that was in place. Unless something happened. Fear gripped him as he went to the telephone in his study to pick up the call.

“Patrick?”

“It’s not Patrick.”

He didn’t know how hard it would be to hear her voice. The message through the telegram from Patrick was enough to make him weak. But hearing her voice, after so many months apart, it was like an ax being driven through his heart.

“Kate…”

“I need you to listen to me.”

It was like his words were delayed, as if he was still back in that hospital bed, struggling to move. She completely paralyzed him. “Yea-I’m-I’m listening.”

“Frank just stopped by. I don’t know what you’re planning with him but I need you to call off whatever it is.”

Slowly, Tommy sat down at his desk, making sure the telephone wire didn’t snag on anything. “Kate-”

“Please just listen.” Her voice was shaky but she didn’t stop. “I know you’re not afraid of death. But just try to see it through my eyes. If anything was to happen to your family or you, I would never be able to forgive myself. You don’t know what you’re getting into and I need you to just let it be. I’m begging you, Tommy. Just forget it and move on.”

It was the same argument she had tried to use before in the letter she left. But Tommy was steadfast. He could appreciate her concern, but he didn’t see anything going wrong. “Patrick’s told me a lot. He says he sees the marks on your face.”

“That’s not what this is about…”

“You’re sorely mistaken if you think I’m going to let him get away with what he’s done. He made it my business when he stepped foot in Small Heath. He’s going to die, Kate.”

“Tommy, just listen to yourself! You don’t see what’s right in front of you! It’s the same thing with the Changrettas, I warned you and look what happened!” She cried, desperate to get him to understand. “You’re blind with anger and you know what happens to men who fight with their heart on their sleeve!”

“This isn’t negotiable, Kate.” He considered a conversation with her very precious at that moment. He yearned to see her again but hearing her voice was enough. Still, that didn’t mean he was backing down, even if it killed him inside to waste that precious time arguing with her.

Angry and frustrated, she burst into tears. “I don’t love you!” She shouted. The words grated as they left her mouth. Four words. Only four words and the statement was the most damning lie she’d ever told.

Tommy was silent. He could hear her crying on the other end of the line. “You don’t mean that.” He said quietly.

“Yes, I do. I don’t love you and I-I never want to see you again. So, don’t even try to come looking for me. I won’t be here waiting for you!” It was a desperate attempt. Foolish really, but Kate knew she needed to do everything she could to keep Tommy where he was. It was still agonizing and she sank to her knees, the phone held to her ear.

“Kate, you don’t fucking mean that. I know you don’t. If you were here, you wouldn’t be able to look me in the eye and say it.”

Her chest seized as she sobbed. She was so distraught that she didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind her. Suddenly, someone pressed on the receiver to end the call.

Tommy frowned when the line went dead. “Kate? Kate!” But there was no one there.

In Boston, Kate’s head whipped up to see Santo standing over her. Fear washed over her as he gave her a sickening smile.

“Who was that on the phone, micina?”

She swallowed and looked up at him, unaware of how much of the conversation he’d heard. “Um…no one.” She said in a weak voice.

His eyes darkened and he grabbed a handful of her hair. “Y’know I could come up with such a long list of names for you, but liar always seems to top it.”

Kate yelped as she tried to wriggle out of his grip. “Please, I told him to leave me alone!”

“Yeah? Think I don’t know what’s going on? Why’d my men catch Frank Wallace on the edge of my territory, huh? Got a telegram in his pocket from guess who?”

She clawed at his wrist but didn’t answer.

“Guess!” He shouted at her.

“I don’t know!” She wailed from the pain of her hair pulling at the roots.

“Liar!” He pushed her into the sofa. “Liar, you fucking lie and lie. That’s all you do, isn’t it?”

Kate tried to scramble to her feet as he walked back towards her with hell in his eyes. She looked to the stairs as her exits. She could go upstairs and lock herself in the room, she’d done that a few times to escape him. But the lock was starting to give and she worried he might break it down. She could try for the door but he was blocking her path.

“What is he planning?” Santo cornered her by the fireplace.

“I don’t know.” Survival mode was taking hold of her. But there were dwindling chances to escape. So, she would have to fight.

“What is he planning!?” He yelled and grabbed her by the throat. “Tell me!”

Kate answered with a knee to his groin.

Instantly, he doubled over in pain and released his hold. “You bitch!”

She made a dash for it but he hooked her leg, toppling her to the ground. Her wrist took the impact, making her cry out in pain.

Santo staggered to his feet and loomed over her. “Get up.” He ordered. “Get the fuck up! You’ve really done it now, you whore. No one’s gonna recognize you when they pull you out of the water. Fitting huh? Getting dragged outta the Harbor like your father? They’ll toss you into a ditch and everyone will forget about you like the trash you are.”

A tear slipped from Kate’s cheek and fell onto the hardwood floor. No way did she see herself going out like this. She just wanted to be free. She wanted to dance on stage again. She wanted to be weightless. She pressed her uninjured hand into the floor to push herself back up.

“I tried to give you everything. All you had to do was one thing. One fucking thing, Kate!” He kicked her in the ribs, causing her to fall again. “But you couldn’t even do that. Lying whore that you are. Garbage just like your parents. I should’ve never wasted my time on you. I should’ve killed you a long time ago.”

She would be weightless. Bodies float in water. She would be weightless in the ocean. Maybe the tide wouldn’t carry her back in. Maybe it would let her stay out there. Maybe it would let her dissolve into nothing but salt. She’d be weightless then. There would be no one to worry about then. Santo wouldn’t have a reason to go after the Peaky Blinders. Tommy wouldn’t have a reason to go after the Italians.

Tommy…God, his eyes were as blue as the ocean. She swore she could remember every single time he looked at her. But the time that was burned into her memory was the time he said he loved her. What had she given him? The last thing she said to him was that she didn’t love him. That’s what she would be leaving him with.

But that’s all she was to anyone. A missed opportunity. That’s all life ever was to her, a missed opportunity.

“Get up!” Santo’s voice was going hoarse from how loud he was screaming at her. His face was red.

Kate took a deep breath. She was going to tell Tommy Shelby she loved him. She was going to dance again. This was her opportunity. Her hand went to the knife on her thigh.

“GET UP!”

So she did.

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The impeccable timing of everything

Another fic for bartuardo, this time multi-chapter. We’ll see how this goes.

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Summary: Sometimes a guy just wants to confess his feelings to his best friend, but the Universe hasn't gotten the memo and will do everything in her power to keep that from happening. If that wasn't enough meta-humans are once again disappearing and rumours of a new trafficking circle are going around. Let's hope Bart and Ed (and the Outsiders) will be able to figure everything out.

Rating: Teen

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Chapter 1: If It’s meant to be

Hollywood

November 21, 12:26 PST

Bart was currently trying to be sleek while sneaking glances at Ed, who for his part, wasn’t getting his ass kicked as hard as usual. The Outsiders were once again training, this time the person who had the honor of stifling their pride, was none other than Black Canary. They had all gotten their one on one with her and now it was Ed’s turn.

Suddenly the thoughts which had occupied him for months now, crept back into his head, he knew he had to tell him, well in reality he didn’t have to do anything, but he wanted to. ‘Why is is this so nerve wrecking?’

The speedster continued watching as Ed was trying to hit and dodge Canary’s attacks, he was improving and fast, but still it was easy to tell who was going to win.

The Argentinian was wearing a slim fitted, black tank top and sweatpants, both of which combined with his flush and sweaty skin, were quite the sight to behold for one Bartholomew. The speedster was just checking out Ed’s ass, when he was elbowed in the arm by Cassie, who was giving him a knowing look and a huge smirk. He mouthed “What?” at her, while blushing furiously. He kept his eyes trained on Canary for the rest of the fight. Not that there was a lot left of it with a final throw Canary pinned the teleporter to the ground and that was the end of it.

She pushed her sweaty hair out of her face and helped Ed up “You’re quite fast on your feet, kid.”

He continued panting, but then smiled “Thanks, practicing pays off, I guess.”

Canary smiled wide, then turned to the rest of the Outsiders “So can anybody tell me what went wrong and how it could be prevented next time?”

Cassie grinned “Definitely not Bart over here, he was quite distracted.” She then winked at Ed.

Bart and Ed went bright red.

Black Canary sighed “Okay, I’m gonna separate you in groups of two, you’re gonna have a quick spar, than you’re free. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Hollywood

November 21, 14:53 PST

Freshly showered and dressed in comfy sweatpants and a sleeveless hoodie, Bart was laying sideways on the couch with the other Outsiders around him, except for Superboy. It wasn’t unusual for them to hang out after training.

Tara and her brother, Gregor were laughing at something Halo had said. Bart smiled, it was good seeing them like this, it had only been months after Brion took over the throne. The speedster knew that the betrayal and pain they felt ran deep, he could only hope that everybody will be ready for the moment when they’ll have to see him again.

As he was staring off into the distance, two weights plopped on either side of him, forcing him into a sitting position – Cassie and Jaime. He knew where this was going. They had good intentions, but goddamn it, if it wasn’t hard listening to them romanticize their relationships and give him advice that could only work in romcoms.

Jaime leaned close next to his ear and gave him a shit-eating grin “So. How are things with Eddie going?” He looked at Ed while wiggling his eyebrows.

Bart rolled his eyes hard “What do you mean, Jaime?”

Cassie answered instead “We’ve noticed you haven’t exactly done anything, you know? When it comes to the confessing your feeling department?” She looked him in the eyes, an unimpressed expression on her face.

They were talking in hushed whispers and that was definitely getting to Bart. He continued to sit between them tuning out their pestering about his own love life, when he felt eyes on himself, he slightly turned his head to the left. For a second his gaze met honey brown eyes, which quickly looked the other way. Ed had a slight tint to his cheeks.

Bart also blushed a bit, and averted his gaze smiling. He took a big breath and got up announcing he’s going to the kitchen to get some snacks. “Does anybody want anything?”. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with different orders coming from all directions. He chuckled “I might need a bit of help carrying all that, Jaime, Cas?”

They got up and followed the speedster to the kitchen.

The Kitchen wasn’t in the other room, there technically wasn’t another room, but it was far enough from the others that they wouldn’t be able to hear them. Bart leaned against a counter “This is so moded.” He whined.

Jaime leaned next to him “Look, amigo, I don’t want to tell you what to do, cause it’s your choice, but if you want to tell him, go for it. I was terrified of telling Traci-“

“Technically she confessed to you.” Bart interjected.

“And what a confession it was! Accidentally making all of Arrowette’s arrows fly at you and spell out “I like you.” On the ground. Iconic.” Cassie chuckled and smacked Jaime lightly on the back.

Jaime’s ears were burning, he cleared his throat “Anyways, what I’m trying to say is you won’t know if you don’t try.”

Bart opened his mouth to say something, but Cassie stopped him “And don’t give me that “I don’t want to ruin our friendship” bullshit.” She waved a finger in front of his face.

Bart sighed heavily “Okay then, but what if both of you are wrong, what if Ed doesn’t feel the same way?”

Both Cassie and Jaime had unimpressed and exasperated expressions on their faces.

“God, was I the same way with Traci?” Blue Beetle groaned.

The blonde and Bart snickered. Cassie actually started to gather all the snacks their friends asked for.

Jaime put his hand on Bart’s shoulder “At the end of the day, amigo, it is your choice. Do what you feel is right. If you don’t want to tell him, then don’t, but make sure you are at peace with whatever you decide, yeah?”

Bart smiled “Thanks, hermano.”

Cassie gave them a grin, while putting a packet of popcorn in the microwave.

“Guys! What’s up with the food?” Virgil’s voice was heard coming from the couch.

Garfield added “Dude, I thought you were the second fastest man alive.” A teasing tone to his voice.

Bart smirked and a second later a flash of yellow passed around the group on the couch. When it was over Gregor looked slightly dizzy. Tara put her hand on his shoulder “You’ll get used to this.”

Garfield raised an eyebrow at Bart “Seriously?” He was holding a cracker that vaguely resembled a horse between his thumb and index finger.

“What? They’re only animal shaped!”

Ed snickered and Bart felt his heart leap.

Hollywood

November 21, 22:50 PST

After their post training hangout most Outsiders had either gone home or to run some errands. Tara, Violet and Forager had taken Gregor with them to M’gann’s and Conner’s. Ed, as usual, headed for the Meta-Human Youth Center, while Bart, as much as he wanted to join him, went over to visit Jay, he hadn’t seen the man in a hot minute and missed him dearly. The pain of losing Joan was still fresh, but they were dealing.

So Bart wasn’t surprised when he entered the Hub and saw that nobody was loitering in the usually busy “living room.”

Nightwing had told them to gather, he’d said he had new information on the once again disappearing meta-humans. Bart checked the time. Nightwing had made the announcement at 22:48, and now it was 22:50, okay made he’d outdone himself this time. He jumped on the couch and stretched.

Just a second later a golden light flashed next to him and Ed appeared.

“Wow, do you always know where to teleport?”

Ed jumped slightly, obviously not expecting a person right next to himself, then smiled “I think it’s more of a lucky guess, especially now that I can do it without directly seeing the place.”

Bart smiled “Well colour me impressed.”

The Argentinian blushed, then rubbed his neck nervously “More than once I’ve literally teleported into somebody or right in front of them, but I didn’t tell you that. Wouldn’t want to ruin your image of me.” He winked at the end, nudging Bart with his elbow.

“You’ll always be impressive to me.” Bart said, a lot more sincere then he thought it would come out as.

The other boy blushed furiously and the speedster couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he looked like that. His thoughts once again drifted to when their flirting had been just playful teasing, but now it felt like more… at least to him it did.

“The others are sure taking their sweet time.” Ed slumped against the couch.

“Amigo, it’s been like 3 minutes since Nightwing told us to gather here. Don’t be so impatient.” Bart teased while grinning.

“Ha, the irony.”

“There’s no time like the present.” Bart thought then took a deep breath “Listen, Ed, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about and uhh it’s kind, well, I don’t know exactly how to say it and jeez this is way harder than I thought it would be and now I’m rambling-“ He stopped talking realising he’d started doing it in superspeed.

Ed blinked, then grinned “Wanna try that again, amigo?”

Bart chuckled “Yeah, I’d love to, so the thing is that-“

Just then as if on cue all of the Outsiders entered the Hub.

Bart immediately closed his mouth, red in the face. Ed was as well blushing slightly, what Bart could only describe as hope, vanishing from his eyes. They just sort of started at each other for a second.

Ed looked deep in thought, almost conflicted.

“Recognised B04 Superboy, B19 Beast Boy, B33 Terra, B34 Gregor…” the robotic voice, that vaguely reminded Bart of Artemis started announcing.

Virgil went to the couch and fistbumped the newly recovered Ed “Hey, what’s up, man?”

“Just waiting for you guys to show up, took you long enough.”

Virgil rolled his eyes then sat next to Ed “What a shock, the guy with superspeed and the one that can teleport where here before everybody else!” He threw his hands up as if emphasising his point.

He then smirked and leaned against The Argentinian, whispering something that made him turn red and annoyed, he swatted Virgil’s arm away. Static just chuckled at that and took a quick peak at Bart.

Garfield walked in front of everybody and was pleased to see that they had all gathered. He turned towards the big screen and with a few button presses on the remote started contacting Nightwing.

A moment later the face of Dick Grayson was looking at them “Happy to see all of you here.”

Most of them smiled and waved.

“Let’s get right to it then. As you know the kidnapping of meta-humans never stopped, but the cases have increased in number during those last couple of months.”

A map of the world appeared showing where most of the disappearances have been happening “The most reported missing meta-human cases are in America, followed by Asia and Europe. We are still not sure if they are correlated.”

A diagram appeared on the screen illustrating that the disappearances have spiked up in May. The people shown to be disappearing in the begging were only homeless folks or lowlifes, but not anymore.

A picture of Bruno “Ugly” Mannheim was placed atop the map “We are now positive that Ugly over here is running the show, at least here in America. “Intergang” is back.”

“What’s our mission?” Garfield asked, hands crossed over his chest, a serious expression on his face.

“Barbara, take it away.” Dick said.

His face disappeared and Oracle with her fiery red hair and bright eyes appeared “Hello, everybody. As you all know while searching for clues I noticed something interesting, on the 5th of every other month an extra, unregulated crate arrives on one of the ships at the docks in Happy Harbor. The crate is never registered and is never mentioned on any lists or documents that I can find.”

She pushed her glasses up and continued “This month Miss Martian, Nightwing and Static were send on a recon mission to see if our suspicious have been correct.”

Virgil interjected “Didn’t the whole thing turn out to be a total bust? There wasn’t anything other than the usual things those companies shipped in the crates.”

Barbara smirked “Or se we thought, you guys put a tracker on the crate anyways. I’ve been following it’s path since then and it’s taken a lot of interesting turns.” Another map opened, showing the crate’s path. It had been transported from the docks to a storage facility on the outskirts of Happy Harbor.

Bart raised an eyebrow “What a riveting path indeed.”

Barbara rolled her eyes, then continued “The storage facility is not owned by the company whose crate is sent there. It’s registered under the name “William Porter.” Though I checked every William Porter out there and none of them have any attachments to that facility.”

Cyborg piped up “So a fake name huh, not suspicious at all.” Sarcasm was dripping from his voice.

“Exactly.” Oracle continued “I continued observing the facility and noticed that all the security cameras in the area didn’t work. Luckily we live in the 21st century and drones exist.

A video of buses labelled “Fast’n’Easy delivery coming in and out of the facility at various times played.

“The drivers are always criminals or gang members, I checked and none of the registration numbers belong to the company.”

She pushed her glasses up once again “Lately they’ve been coming in and out more frequently and the security’s been tightened up. The last couple of days even Ugly himself showed up. I believe they are getting ready for a delivery.”

“Okay, how and when?” Tara asked.

"Again, the docks. A ship that has registered only one crate less than it’s maximum capacity will be taking off on the 23rd of this month.” The redhaid explained.

“And you think they will be delivering the kidnapped meta-humans?” Ed asked, a troubled look on his face.

“Exactly.” She nodded.

Garfield sighed deeply, then looked at Barbara “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

Happy Harbor's "Happy storages"

November 23, 02:36 EDT

Oracle’s plan once again went through Bart’s mind.

“You will be separated in two squads – alpha and omega. Alpha will be at the storage facility, while omega will wait for Alpha’s signal that the bus has left, then they will tailgate him.”

“What’s the point of splitting up?” Cyborg asked.

Barbara smirked and her glasses shone “Divide and conquer.”

Kid Flash, Superboy, Beast Boy, Forager and Cyborg were Alpha, while Terra, El Dorado, Blue Beetle, Static and Wonder Girl were Omega.

Bart knew he shouldn’t prioritise his emotions over the mission, but he kinda missed Ed.

He let himself daydream for a moment more, then concreted at the task at hand. They were hiding just out of sight of the people at the facility. More and more criminals were gathering around.

‘Something fishy is definitely going on here.’ Kid Flash thought.

The gang members moved around, Cyborg narrowed his eyes and zoomed in on their weapons “Quite the interesting arsenal they’ve got over there.” He said then snapped a few pictures and send them around.

A pop up from Barbara appeared “They certainly aren’t from around here, try to obtain one.”

Suddenly the garage door opened and a van labelled “Fast’n’Easy Delivery” came out slowly, Bruno in tow with it. The van stopped and the driver and Bruno exchanged a couple of words before Ugly got into an expansive looking black car and drove away.

“Should we go after Ugly?” Kid Flash asked.

“No, don’t split up. Shoot a tracker at the car, we’ll deal with him later.” Came Oracle’s reply.

Cyborg aimed and a small flat disc attached itself to the back of the car.

The delivery van started moving, Superboy contacted the others “Omega the van is leaving.”

Garfield turned to his team “Okay, guys, I’m going in before they close the doors.” Beast boy turned into a small insect and flew towards the facility.

The plan was simple - learn as much as you can before they discover you’re there, then take them down when the inevitably realise you’ve infiltrated their base.

After they got the “go” from Beast Boy everything was alright. They took all of them down and send Barbara all the information the criminals had on the computers inside the facility. After they were done and the police had been called. The heroes made their way back to Hollywood.

Hollywood

November 23, 03:58 PST

Both Omega and Alpha were at the Hub. They had to do a quick debriefing on everything.

Barbara was very pleased with all the information Alpha had managed to snatch from the computers there. Apparently their suspicions had been correct and the delivery truck was full with meta-humans. Three of them to be precise – two boys and one girl. Pictures that looked liked they were from official documents showed up on the large screen, one of the boys had blond hair, the other, a black, messy mohawk. The girl had short, ginger hair. They were all teens aged from 14-16 years old. There were names under the pictures the blond was named Clark Godwin, the ginger, Kole Weathers and the last one was Wayne Hawkins.

“The blonde goes by Kate, not Clark, she told me when I managed to talk with her and the others for a bit.” Ed said.

“Okay, let me just fix that then.” Barbara removed the picture and only the name Kate Godwin remained.

They continued the briefing as usual.

“They have all been transported to the medical wing of the Meta-Human center.” Ed informed them, when asked about the teens’ whereabouts. “I asked them if they had anyone they’d like to contact and all of them declined.”

“Runaways then?” Blue Beetle asked.

“Most likely.” Ed affirmed.

Garfield motioned for everybody to listen to him “Let’s do a quick recap of everything. We know that Ugly and his so-called “Intergang” are responsible for the renewed disappearance of meta-humans, we stole all their information and their weapons from this facility, though there are most likely more out there. Everything has been sent to be analyzed by Barbara and the others. The kidnapped teens were saved and are currently in the Meta-human center. Well I don’t know about you guys but I call this a win.”

Barbara smiled from her screen “That’s right everybody, I will start analyzing all the data at hand right away and will contact you if there’s anything new. Till then, take care. Oracle out.” Afterwards the screen went black for a second before returning to the usual menu.

“I am so tired.” Victor said leaning against the back of the couch.

“I know what you mean, amigo.” Jaime sat down on the couch and hugged one of the cushions to his chest.

“I think we all deserve some rest.” Garfield was sitting on the table infront of the couch.

Bart went over to Ed “So I’m guessing you’re headed home?”

El Dorado smiled tiredly, then shock his head “No can do, amigo. I gotta go to the center and see how everybody’s doing and get them settled.”

“Wow, even after all this you’re still going to keep working. You’re petty incredible.” Bart was truly smitten by Ed’s compassion and responsibility, both of which seemed to have no end.

Ed blushed slightly “You know what they say, no rest for the wicked.”

“Sure you don’t want any help?”

“Thank, man. But I’m afraid they’ll get overwhelmed by a lot of people going at them from all directions. Don’t worry, I’ve got this, I’ve done it many times before.” He raised one eyebrow, then grinned.

Bart shock his head, a gentle smile on his face “As I said, pretty damn incredible.”

Ed’s cheeks were growing hotter by the minute “Well, I think it’s best to get going. See ya!”

‘I can do this!’ Bart thought.

“Just one more thing!”

“Yeah?”

“T-take care…”

“You too, man.” Ed smiled one last time, then there was a flash of gold and he was gone.

“I couldn’t do it.” Bart muttered and sighed. He walked over to the rest of the Outsiders, bid them goodbye and headed home.

#bartuardo #zetaflash #eduardo dorado jr #bart allen #el dorado young justice

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“Escapee” Asylum Zoo RedvBlue (Oneshot, RedxDustxClassicxBlue)

Created on: 10/26/20

Requested by: @pigeons-just-pigeons, i feel really stressed out right now by school and im going to try calming my nerves with writing. also apparently she really likes FeralVerse-

(WARNING: hella longer than usual. maybe cuz its 4 people instead of 2-)

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Classic didn't know how to feel about the situation. About alternate versions of himself just suddenly getting mutated and now he has to work with more versions of himself to find a cure. Really, the whole thing sounds like one of those animes Alphys watches.

Unfortunately, it was real. And he was dealing with it. Of course, Paps didn't know a thing and the kiddo was covering him while the player was inactive. Must be either a busy day or night for them probably.

The skeleton sighed, starting to feel himself drift off and slump against the couch in the lounge. Though he should probably be more concerned, he couldn't help himself but to want to take another nap for the day. He'd already done a skeleton of work, taking Nightmare on a patrol to see if any more mutants have popped up. And yes.

That alone, was enough for him to last the day.

See, just dealing with Nightmare can be tiring. Though he definitely won't speak to you nor act like a rabid animal the rest do. He'll continuously sass and growl at you, occasionally tripping or slapping you with the tendrils that start above his paws. Then there's patrols, where you actually have to walk around. And with Nightmare! Which means a LOT of tripping! Then there's dealing with the situation if you DO run into another mutant and...

Well, at least it's mostly Nightmare who has to tussle with em. After all, to fight a mutant you usually need another mutant.

Sometimes when Nightmare REALLY trips Ink, the colorful artist will complain and grumble that Nightmare's lucky to be alive. But Classic always thought it was the other way around. If Nightmare hadn't still been sane after the mutation, they all probably would've been bitten by now. Really, the only times they've ever had to help Nightmare hold down a mutant was with Cross and Dust.

Cross had been driven insane by the OVERWRITE soul, massive trauma from his AU, and weak condition from the aftermath of the fighting. Dust had been driven insane long before he killed everyone but hadn't acted upon it and mutated until he'd reached his breaking point.

To think he could've ended up like that if he'd done the same as Dust. Well...

Technically he did, since Dust is him from an alternate timeline.

"ORIGINAL ME!" A chuckle escaped his teeth as he opened an eye socket to see the adorable version of him, Blue. Blue had always been one of his favorite alternates out of the bunch, seeing as he was basically a mix of himself and Paps. Still likes puns

(A/N so no one gets mixed up, Sans from UnderSwap canonically still likes puns. its a very popular headcanon that he doesn't. carry on.)

but is just as sweet and thoughtful as his bro. Really, he could never get mad or tired of the little blueberry. "THERE YOU ARE! I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU!"

"Is there somethin' ya need Berry?" The nickname had been out of his mouth before he could even think about what he'd said. And once he did, he could feel his skull tint with blue. Really? A nickname for a nickname? Jeez, what was with him now when he was around the little warrior?

"Actually Classic," he cocked his skull to the side, becoming more curious when his normally energetic alternate began to fiddle with his hands. "I was actually hoping you'd come with me today to check on Red and Dust. That's okay, right?"

Shit, he could feel the arrows striking his soul. First at the names "Red" and "Dust" before getting the final strike when Blue had looked up at him with those sky blue eyelights. As odd as it was, he couldn't help but enjoy the company of the edgy jackal-fennec fox. And really, he could absolutely relate to the insane grey wolf-tasmanian devil too. After all, he would definitely go insane too if he had to deal with hundreds of consecutive genocides.

Wait... Didn't he technically- NEVERMIND WE'RE NOT GOING THERE WITH THE WEIRD ALTERNATE TIMELINE LOGIC.

"Sure, I don't mind." With his signature lazy grin on his face, he began to follow Blue to the common enclosure room. This was the big room where multiple enclosures were put together. Though Ink was hesitant about the idea, Dream and Blue agreed that maybe it would help to have them all in the same room. Maybe being close to another in the same situation would make them feel more comfortable they had said.

Though some of them did enjoy each other's company, Classic thought he was right to assume Fell really didn't. While most of the others had big, terrifying animals, Fell was a mix of two animals that generally survived with their wits and willy physique.

Therefore, he really, really did not appreciate being shoved in the same room as a six-legged and two-tailed goop cat, a winged bengal tiger, and a bird clawed panther.

Now they were in the room, lit with colorful lights from the color planed windows above the enclosures. Something Ink had put up so the room wouldn't be as dull. The cracked glass of the cages were hit with more growls and roars as they walked to the quietest of the cages.

"Hey Fell."

A rumble came from the cage, and soon taps against the metal ground as the red eyed beast came out to the glass. He glanced behind us, making eye contact with Error before growling. Blue frowned, turning around in time to see Error snarl back in response as he began to try and calm the canine down.

"Sorry pal, didn't know that you weren't red-y for us yet." The canine stopped, staring back at him as he began to continue. Suddenly there was red everywhere, with a loud blare. Immediately, all of the mutants in the room except for Nightmare and Fell began to snarl and roar.

"Uhhhh... Guys?" Dream's voice came onto the intercom as the two skeletons glanced at each other. Oh boy, this couldn't be good. "Uh, I kind of went to Dust's enclosure to clean when I accidentally... Let him out?"

Ok, that was not good.

"Dusty's out of his enclosure?!" Blue jumped up, immediately running out the door.

"Wait, Blue!" Classic jumped up, starting to try and follow him before he heard a loud thud next to him. Turning, he saw Fell jumping at the glass, barking and howling at him. "Fell, what's wrong?"

He didn't stop. He just kept banging on the glass, barking and yelling. The original couldn't understand why though. Fell's never been as active as the other mutants. Like him, he tended to be lazy and just laid about in his enclosure unless provoked. But when someone came too close, he usually just pretended to threaten to bite them. Now here he was, just being nearly as loud as the others.

He didn't know what to do. Was Fell trying to warn him of something? Was he trying to tell him something important? He didn't know why he was suddenly so active, but he knew it had to be for a good reason if it was making him jump and bark like this.

"Heya pal, I want you to calm down," he tried to smoothen his voice so he didn't scare the canine, starting to move towards the enclosure controls. "I'm going to let you out. And I want you to stay calm. I'm sure the others know your mostly just bark and no bite, but I'm pretty sure they still won't feel safe knowing you're on the prowl unless you can prove you're not hostile. Okay?"

Really, he was doing his best not to talk to him while he was teaching a 5 year old. If he remembered anything about Fell before the mutation, it was that he got offended and ticked easily. Finally getting Fell to look calm, he pressed the switch that opened the glass door.

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Dust couldn't find Blue.

He couldn't find Fell or Classic either.

Who cares about that little blue mongrel and the toothy loser? His brother whispered to him. There are many caged, helpless, powerful monsters here Sans. We must find them. And we must kill them. We need more power brother. More LOVE.

He wanted to listen to his brother. He really did. He knew for a fact that Papyrus would never lie or misguide him. But he also knew that he wouldn't be able to focus on the job unless he knew where the three were. If they truly were powerful, than even if caged he'd have to focus if he wanted to be able to harvest them for LOVE.

Very well brother, I will trust your judgement.

He began to prowl around, sniffing the air to pick up a scent. He knew he needed to pick up as many scents as possible to work fast. There was much to be done: differentiate Fell, Classic, and Blue's scents from the others, locate the three as soon as possible, sneak off, kill the others, make sure Blue doesn't give him the puppy eyes or croc tears for killing most of his friends...

On second though, maybe the last one is basically inevitable.

"Dusty!"

He could feel himself basically jump up, starting to immediately run towards where he heard his blueberry's voice. Guess he didn't need to pick up on his scent in the first place. That'll make his job a little bit easier.

Don't forget to kill everyone else brother. We need to become more powerful. We need more LOVE. Do not let anyone distract you from the mission.

I know Paps. I know.

He knew at some point he was going to have to kill them too. After all, he'd killed everyone else. But he definitely didn't want to do it now. Someday, when he finds the will to give them the painless mercy of death.

But that day wasn't today.

Making a sharp turn, he'd finally found the blue scarfed skeleton. He knew he'd have to act calm though, to not scare him. Though many of them probably didn't know this, he wasn't actually as gone as Cross was.

Yes, he knew Cross's name. He picked it up from a conversation when they were trying to move him into his enclosure for the first time.

Ah yes, when that stupid oreo on legs nearly bit his blueberry.

He'll be the first to go.

(A/N i love Cross guys. i really do. i swear-)

"Dusty," he could hear the warning tone in his voice as he looked up at the skeleton before him. "I know that look on your face Dusty. No murder."

He didn't mean to let out a small whine. Probably his animal instincts. What did Sci say he was again? A "grey wolf" and "tasmanian devil"? What the hell even was a "tasmanian devil" anyway? It sounds like some sort of dog that failed to serve Satan.

"Dusty, no murder." Blue had repeated himself, beginning to pet the hooded beast's head as they both perked up to panting heard from behind Blue. Running into view were Classic, and Fell. How convenient, the three he was looking for came right to him.

Now onto "find a way to get away from the loves of his life and butcher everyone else in a totally non-yandere way".

Oh boy Alphys's anime ways are starting to get to him.

He could feel the rumbles in his non-existent throat, leaning his head more into Blue's hand. God, he knew this was just his animal instincts acting up but god his gloved hand behind his ecto ears felt GREAT. Was it like this for all dogs? Lucky bastards. He was glad he'd killed all of the dogs first. (Minus the Annoying Dog. That thing is impossible to track down. Much less kill.)

"Huh, looks like you've got him wrapped around your finger. When'd you learn to even to make him even wag his tail like that?" Wait, wagging tail? He glanced behind him to see that his ecto tail was indeed wagging. Huh. It must've started while he was thinking about dogs and didn't notice.

Brother, you're getting off task and distracted. How will you kill the others before they put you back into your cage if you keep letting yourself be treated like this? His brother did not look too pleased that he had not gained any LOVE yet. Then again, it'd been Ink knows how long since he'd been out. Much less killed anyone.

As Classic approached Blue to talk, Fell had coiled himself around the original's legs. Fell didn't feel comfortable around him and it was obvious why. After all, he knew that the hooded figure was at LEAST LV20.

Dust couldn't help but to respect the other. He survived abuse from his own brother, the monster around him, and had probably had his own fair share of Genocides too. He couldn't imagine his own brother disowning and abusing him too.

But of course brother, I'd never do anything to harm you. And Dust knew his brother was telling the truth. After all, Paps would never lie to him either.

His brother wouldn't.

He could feel his tail curl around the guard in training as the rubbing intensified, starting to lay down. After all, did he really need to kill them all now? It had already been established that he was absolutely capable of easily breaking out of his fortified cell. He could always just do it again. And if they set up guards, no problem. He'll kill them too. Extra EXP. In fact, he should probably wait until they do add more guards for him to kill.

Plus, he felt like hanging around these three a bit more.

Yet Papyrus still lingered... Whispering suggestions in his ears...

#oneshot #request #ship #undertale #undertale au #utmv #sans #blue #swap!sans #fell!sans #fell #red #dust!sans #redvblue #red x dust x classic x blue #asyzoo!red #asyzoo!dust #asylum zoo

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Home: Jacob Seed/OC Chapter 26

Warnings: Mature Themes.

(2 days Later: John is in his sports car on his way back from another of Joseph’s sermons. Church on a Tuesday. It only used to be Sundays. He turns onto the winding dirt road that leads to his ranch. He pulls in and parks his car. The guards he has posted outside look up. Akers gives him a wave then points to the large chalet. John frowns and turns his head to see Mara sitting on the steps. He smiles, immediately cheered up at the sight of her. She just can’t seem to keep away. He switches off the engine and gets out of the car walking over to the steps. Mara looks up at him wearily. She looks tired. She also has a split lip and a black eye. He frowns.).

John: What happened? Are you alright? Mara: Yeah. Great. Where’ve you been? Hot date? (He blinks several times then chuckles.). John: No. Joseph held a sermon. We missed you there. Mara: How am I meant to know when he’s holding a damn sermon? All that God stuff is a load of crap anyway. People only follow all that to make themselves feel better. John: There’s no making a believer out of you is there? Mara: For those who believe no proof is necessary. For those who do not believe, no proof is possible. (He tilts his head raising his eyebrows.). John: Hm. Where did you hear that? Mara: It’s a quote by Stuart Chase. John: Hm. So what brings you here? Mara: I dunno. What brings you here? John: I live here. (She laughs then stands up.). Mara: You want me to piss off? John: No. Come in. (She follows him inside and to the kitchen. He puts the kettle on and rubs his eyes before yawning.). Mara: Tired? John: Yes. Mara: Hm. Should’ve gone to bed earlier. (He chuckles.). John: I could say the same to you. Mara: What? John: You look exhausted. Mara: Jeez. You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself. (She laughs. He smiles.). Mara: I know I look like shit. I don’t need people telling me. John: I wouldn’t have gone that far. You just look tired is all. Mara: So I don’t look like shit then? John: No. I have already told you haven’t I? You are a beautiful young woman. (She looks sad for a moment. John frowns.). Mara: Thanks. John: What happened to your face? (She sits down at the table.). Mara: You should see the other guy right? John: Hm. (She sighs.). Mara: Got into a fight. John: With who? Mara: Guy called Wheaty. He’s a few years younger than me. We used to hang out in the woods when we were kids. His parents were dickheads too. John: Hm. So why did you fight with him? (Mara sighs.). Mara: He’s with the Whitetail Militia. John: Ah. I see. Mara: I’d gone for a walk and I saw him hanging out with some other guys with a tent in the woods. At first I couldn’t believe it. Hadn’t seen him for years. Didn’t know he still lived around here. But then he started talking about Rachel. About how Joseph had brainwashed her and that we couldn’t help her. So I told him to fuck off. Then I told him that me and my sister were just fine. So yeah...We then ended up having a massive argument. Won’t be long before Eli hears that I’m back in town. Hope he shits himself. (John frowns.). John: You know Eli? Mara: Yeah. Crazy doomsday prepper. It’s kinda funny though isn’t it? That he doesn’t believe in Edens Gate or the Collapse but yet he has a doomsday bunker. (John smiles.). John: Indeed. Mara: So he calls Joseph crazy for thinking the worlds gonna end but he has a bunker you know just in case. Hm. Make what you want of that. (She smiles and gets up. John smiles.). Mara: Are you having tea or coffee? John: It’s alright I can make it. (He gets up. She takes his plane mug out of the cupboard and puts it on the side. He goes over and reaches for the sugar at the same time she does. His hand ends up on top of hers. She pulls her hand away.). John: I said I can make it. (She moves away from the side and leans against it. John makes two cups of coffee then turns to her. He frowns at her. She is leaning against the side with her eyes half closed. Then she slides to the floor.). John: Are you alright? Mara: What? Yeah. (She struggles to get back on her feet so he steps forward and lifts her up. She falls again as her knees buckle and she ends up pressed against his chest. He wraps his arms around her.). John: Whoa. Are you drunk? Mara: Um. I wish. (She sighs.). Mara: I just...Need to lie down. John: What’s wrong with you? Mara: Dehydration, malnutrition, heartbreak. Dealers choice. John: Heartbreak? (He raises an eyebrow looking intrigued.). Mara: Yep. Nothing unusual. (Then she collapses. He stops her from falling.). John: Mara? Mara? (She appears to have passed out. He lifts her up and carries her upstairs. She smells of lavender. So sweet, so enticing. He carries her to his bedroom and lies her on his bed. He brushes her hair out of her face gazing down at her. So beautiful. He finds himself looking forward to smelling her on his sheets later. He stands there for a moment thinking then he removes his shoes and lies down next to her. He reaches out and brushes his fingers over her cheek then down her arm. A few minutes later she stirs and opens her eyes. She turns and blinks at him.). Mara: What happened? John: You passed out my dear. Mara: Why am I in your bed? John: I carried you here. Mara: And got into bed with me? You fancy me or something? John: What would give you that idea? Mara: You called me beautiful, you asked me to shower with you, you asked me to go to bed with you and now you have gotten into bed with me. What else am I meant to think? John: Hm. (She sighs. He frowns as he notices tears in her eyes.). John: What’s wrong? Mara: Nothing. (She finds herself thinking about Jacob again. How he used her and how she was stupid enough to let him.). John: Why are you upset? Mara: I’m just tired, thirsty and I need to eat before I pass out again. Ain’t easy being alone and having nothing you know? John: Then I will cook you something. Mara: You’re gonna cook? John: Yes. I can cook you know? Mara: Oh really? John: Yes. Cheeky. (She giggles. He stares at her. Damn she is pretty.). Mara: You don’t have to do this you know? John: I want to. Mara: Thank you. John: I am only doing this to make you say yes of course. (She laughs.). Mara: Oh of course. John: Your sister wants you to join us. She is worried she is going to lose you. Mara: She might yet. At this rate I’ll starve to death. John: Nonsense. Join us and you will be well looked after. Mara: Where would I live? John: Depends. Your sister probably wants you to stay with her. But there is also Joseph’s compound. That’s where most of Edens Gate stay. Or you could stay at my bunker with my people. Mara: A bunker. I think not. I don’t really do underground. John: Well once the collapse comes you will have no choice if you want to survive it. Mara: What would I do? Just sit around waiting for the world to end? John: No. There are things that need to be done. A lot of work that needs doing. There’s a job for everyone. Mara: But what would be mine? Cooking? Cleaning? Knitting? Typical women’s shit. John: What is it you would want to do? (She is silent for several minutes. She has no idea what she wants to do.). Mara: I just want to be me. I know I ain’t much but...That’s all I am. All I got. (There is silence for several minutes.). Mara: What are you gonna do for dinner? (He doesn’t answer. She turns to face him and sighs when she sees he has fallen asleep. She nudges him.). Mara: Oi. John. (He makes a cute little noise before rolling onto his back. She laughs and shakes her head. This guy is terrible. She thinks about all she has heard about this family. Yet so far she hasn’t seen anything heinous at all. Except for the cages outside the hotel where Jacob’s men hang out. She isn’t stupid. She knows this family is far from normal. But maybe they are just like herself. Sad, broken, angry and lost. She slowly reaches out and takes his hand in hers. His hand is so unlike Jacob's. His hand is warm and soft. She doesn’t know why she is holding his hand or why she is still lying here with him. All she has heard about him from Mary May Fairgrave. How he likes hurting people. Torturing them. What he sees as atonement. Why does her sister have to be with these people? Then she laughs at herself. She’s the one that dropped her knickers to the sickest one of all of them. She’s seen all the mutilated bodies strung up around the mountains. She knows it was Jacob and his men. Jacob really doesn’t seem to like people. But then she doesn’t like people much either. She can’t help but feel that there is something more to him than just a psycho killer. There has to be a reason why he does what he does. Just like there was a reason that she did what she did. She realises again that she can’t think of these people as psychos not after what she has done. She wonders why Jacob slept with her. Does he just randomly fuck any woman when he feels like it? The thought of him being with another woman makes her chest feel tight. But why? She doesn’t even know him. It was a stupid drunk mistake. That’s all it was. She doesn’t even know if it’s possible to fall for someone on sight. I mean people say it was love at first sight but was it really? How can it be? Why she even finds him attractive is a mystery to her. He likes killing people. How on earth can anyone be attracted to that? But that night...Damn she liked it. The feel of him against her, warm and...Hard. The smell of him and his lips...Oh his lips...The way he took her from behind like an animal...The groans that came from him. She liked it...She did. She sighs as tears sting her eyes. The hell is wrong with her? She has never felt like this in all her life. Never. She told him to piss off...But if he had come on to her again she wouldn’t have pushed him off. She would end up sleeping with him again. The flutter in her abdomen and between her legs at the thought of him tells her as much. Damn him! Damn him! John fidgets slightly and mumbles incoherently. She had almost forgotten he was there. Tears sting her eyes as she realises what an absolute mess her life is. It always has been but she had hoped that by now she would at least have a home and someone that cared about her. But she isn’t going to have that. Ever. Now with this cult and her sister. Eli Palmer and...Jacob. Her life is only going to be even more of a mess. Tears roll onto the pillow and she closes her eyes.

---John wakes up. He blinks several times. It’s dark out now. Damn. Trust him to fall asleep. He frowns and looks down. His mouth opens slightly as he sees Mara curled up against him with her head on his chest. Her hand is wrapped around his bunker key. He swallows hard. He lies there for a moment just listening to her breathing. He can see right down her top. He stares at her large round breasts squashed into a bra that looks too small. He sighs. He needs to stop this. He can’t. He won’t. But God does he want to. Does he want her. His jeans suddenly feel way too tight. Damn her. Damn her! Mara fidgets and he feels her breasts pressing against him. A small noise escapes his throat. He then pushes her off of him and shakes her. She stirs and blinks up at him frowning.). Mara: Where am I? (She sits up and looks around.). Mara: Damn. I fell asleep. John: You and me both. Though I’m not complaining. Mara: Told you that you should have gone to bed earlier. John: Hm. Mara: Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. John: I don’t mind. I quite enjoyed waking up to you lying on me. Mara: I...What? John: Don’t play dumb with me. Mara: I’m not. I fell asleep. If you touched me I swear- John: Excuse me. You were the one that was all curled up against me. Mara: I was? John: Yes. Mara: Sorry. John: I don’t mind. Mara: Is the offer for dinner still available? John: Of course. Mara: Thanks. (She smiles at him. He suddenly decides that he doesn’t care if it is a sin. He wants this woman. He leans over to kiss her but she chooses that exact moment to get up. She turns and looks at him. She frowns as she sees him leaning across the bed.). Mara: What are you doing? Don’t tell me your still tired. Come on we need to get dinner before I pass out again. I’ll help you if you like. Not that I’ll be much good. Don’t really cook much. John: I can teach you then. Mara: Okay. Good. (She goes into the bathroom. He sits there waiting. He swallows hard. His jeans are still feeling way too tight. He presses his hand down hard on his crotch.). John: Stop. Stop it. (He presses down harder and a small squeak leaves his lips.). John: Go down. Go down. (He hears the toilet flush then running water. The door then opens and he looks up at her. She smiles at him.). Mara: You okay? John: Yes. Why don’t you go and choose something to eat. I’ll be down in a moment. Mara: Okay. (She goes downstairs. She looks around the kitchen then starts opening cupboards. She finds some spaghetti and supposes that will do. Just then she hears the radio from her handbag crackle to life. Her sisters voice materialises. She opens her bag and takes out the radio.

---Faith Seed is sitting in the front pew of Joseph’s church. She has been trying to reach her sister for hours. She went to Mara’s trailer but she wasn’t there. Joseph is sat on a chair at the front of the church watching her. Jacob is busy repairing one of the TVs. Terry is helping him. Suddenly the radio in Faith’s hand crackles and Mara’s voice can be heard.). Mara: Hey sis. How are you? Faith: I’m good. How are you? Mara: Still alive. Faith: Don’t talk like that. Why wouldn’t you still be alive? Mara: I don’t know. Between the starvation, dehydration and Eli Palmer and his band of merry men I’ve got a challenge on my hands eh? Faith: But Eli doesn’t know your back yet does he? Mara: Oh he will do now. I ran into Wheaty do you remember him? Faith: Yes. What happened? Mara: Well he told me that Joseph had brainwashed you and that we couldn’t help you. I kinda told him that I’d already met up with you and that we were doing just fine. Well he didn’t like that. Then he told me I should get out of the mountains coz you know Jacob Seed is a real bad scary guy. (Terry looks up chuckling. Jacob turns his head and looks at the radio. Faith giggles.). Faith: What did you say? Mara: Well me being me I told him not to worry coz me and Jacob had already met and were becoming fast friends. Best friends actually. I also told him that I’d hung out with Jacob’s guys at the hotel too. How we had a right laugh. (Terry laughs.). Terry: Yeah we did. Faith: Sis. Mara: I know. Well he liked that even less. Got into a bit of a fight but...Hey. So anyway probably won’t be long before Eli hears that I’m back. Hope he shits himself. (Faith giggles again.). Faith: I don’t know about that sis. He might. Did you say anything about Joseph? Mara: No. Should I have done? Yeah actually I could have thrown in for good measure how I love Joseph’s hair eh? Would have really ticked ‘em off. (Faith laughs again.). Faith: You are ridiculous sister! (They can hear Mara laughing.). Faith: Joseph heard you. He’s smiling. Mara: Oh really? Hey Joe! Oh yeah that reminds me. Saw John earlier, he told me you were having a sermon. He then had a pop at me for not bloody being there. How was I meant to know there was one on? Faith: I have been trying to contact you all day. Mara: You have? Sorry. Faith: Would you have come if I’d invited you? Mara: Ain’t got nothing else to do have I? Except sit here and wait to see what kills me first. Eli fucking Palmer, starvation or those poxy wolves that keep bounding about out here. (Terry laughs again.). Terry: Oh she’s great. Faith: Why are you starving? Mara: Ain’t got much choice have I? I haven’t found anything yet. I will though. I will. Faith: I could bring you something. Mara: No. No. I’ll work it out. Don’t worry. Faith: But if you’re hungry I have food sis. Mara: No. No. They managed it in 10,000 BC or whatever I’m sure I can manage now what with gas ovens and microwaves and shops and the like. (Terry laughs.). Faith: You are so stubborn. You just won’t accept help will you? Mara: I would if I really needed it. But I don’t right now. I’m at a friend’s place and he’s cooking me dinner. (Faith raises her eyebrows.). Faith: Oh he is, is he? Who is this friend? Mara: Oh you know him really well. Faith: I do? Mara: Yeah. He’s got his own song, his own region, his own great big sign. Likes the word Yes. Remember him now? (Terry laughs and shakes his head.). Terry: She’s so funny. (Faith sighs and shakes her head.). Faith: John? You are at John’s place? Mara: Yep. He’s cooking me dinner. I asked him why he was being so nice to me and he told me he’s only doing it so that I say yes to him. Bless his little heart. (Terry laughs again.). Faith: Well isn’t that like...Blackmail? Mara: Pretty much. I don’t give a shit. He’s cooking me dinner. Terry: She must really be hungry then. Mara: Anyway I’m gonna go now and I’ll catch you later. Gotta help with the dinner eh? Faith: Okay sis. I just wondered how you were doing. Mara: I’m fine. I’ll see you soon okay? Faith: Okay. Mara: Love you lots with jelly tots! (Faith giggles.). Faith: Love you too.

(---Mara shoves the radio back in her bag. John comes down the stairs and enters the kitchen grinning.). Mara: You look happy. John: I am happy. Mara: Are you? John: Yes. Mara: Hm. John: Have you chosen something for dinner? Mara: Spaghetti. John: Spaghetti? Mara: Yeah. You don’t want that? John: I don’t mind. Mara: Where are your saucepans? John: What are we having with it? Mara: I have no idea. Like I told you I don’t really cook. John: You mean you can’t cook? Mara: I don’t know. Probably not. I’m useless at everything else why not cooking too? John: What do you usually do for food? Mara: Well...Usually I look through bins, you’d be amazed what some people throw out. Especially restaurants. They waste food like nobody’s business. I found a half eaten portion of chips once with ketchup and everything. I sometimes...Steal from the shop. Just things like sandwiches and crisps. John: You shouldn’t steal. Mara: What else am I meant to do? I don’t have any money. I have nothing. I don’t even have a proper home. I never have. John: But you could have one. With us. In Eden. Mara: It must be so nice to be so sure of everything. John: But I am sure. (She finds a saucepan and fills it with water. She then puts it on the stove and puts the spaghetti in it. She then switches on the hob and opens several drawers until she finds a spoon to stir it with.). Mara: What do you want with it? John: Why don’t we have spaghetti Bolognese? I think I’ve got some mince meat. Mara: I haven’t had spaghetti Bolognese in ages. (He takes some mince meat out of the fridge and opens the packet. He smiles at her.). John: Then that’s what we will have. (John busies himself with the meat and rummages in cupboards. Once they have cooked the dinner John takes out plates and dishes it up. They then sit down at the small table in the kitchen. It doesn’t take long for Mara to finish the meal. She feels a little better after finally eating something proper.). John: You must have been so hungry. Mara: Always am. Should be used to it by now. John: If you say yes- Mara: What? My life will suddenly be better? Everything will be magically fixed? John: Yes. You will be cleansed and- Mara: And what? I’ll suddenly be wanted? I’ll suddenly have a proper home with people that give a damn about me? My sister will be fine and not the mess that I know she still is? John: Your sister isn’t a mess. She is doing much better now. You would have a home. Mara: Yeah...Some dank dark bunker with a load of people I don’t even know. You know you make it all sound so perfect John but you must be able to see that nothing ever is. I say yes and am cleansed or whatever then I join you. You know what happens next? John: You will be saved from the coming collapse. You will have a family. Mara: No. I’ll get rejected again. Coz that’s all that happens to me. My father never wanted me. Called me the abortion my mother should have had. My mother...Called me useless, a waste of space. She thought I was the devil. Even carved it into my damn back! So that everyone would know what I was. I was six years old. Then Franky...I thought I had a mate in Franky. I really liked her and thought I could trust her. But no...She left one day and never came back. Bonnie and Alex...I thought finally I have a family. I have a proper mom that actually loves me. She died. Cancer. Alex...I thought he liked me...Turned out he was only having a laugh. Taking the piss. Then he died. So you see... (She sniffs and gets up.). Mara: You got any whiskey? John: No. Mara: I bet you have. John: Bet I haven’t. You shouldn’t want one either. Is that what you do when things get tough? You drink? Mara: You gonna sit there judging me now huh? John: Not at all. I myself have struggled with vices such as alcohol. Drugs too. (She stares at him.). Mara: I ain’t some alcoholic. John: You may think you’re not. I didn’t think I was. Oh no I didn’t think I had any problems. I was a lawyer, had my own law firm in Atlanta. I was addicted to cocaine, alcohol, women. Anything to ease the pain. Mara: Pain of what? John: Everything. I thought I was on top of the world. Had it all. Cars, a high paid job, tons of money, women. I didn’t realise how close to hitting rock bottom I was until Joseph found me. I atoned for my sins and I try not to let sin overcome me again. I am not saying anyone is perfect. Nobody is without sin. Sin sometimes overtakes me. But then I atone. You...You won’t even try. Mara: Tch. You want a confession? Huh? I’ve killed nineteen people. Nineteen. Still think I’m worth saving? Still want me in your house? Coz nobody wants me they never have. So why the hell would you?! (She storms up the stairs. He stands there for a moment then follows her. He looks in the bathroom but it’s empty. He then goes to his bedroom. His bathroom door is shut. He tries to open it but it’s locked. He knocks on it.). John: Mara? Please open the door. Mara: What for? So you can kick me out now? John: No. I told you that were welcome to stay the night and you still are. Please come out. (The door opens and she stands there staring at him.). Mara: Can I have a bath? John: Of course. Mara: Thanks. John: I would like to hear more of your confession though. (She sighs. She moves and sits down on the bed. She stares at the floor. This guy really isn’t giving up. Mary told her what John does to the sinners. She can only imagine what he’s going to do to her once he hears the full story. But she can’t help but feel that she has no choice but to join these people. Her sister is a part of their family. They aren’t just going to let her go and she gets the feeling that her sister wouldn’t want to leave anyway. She sighs again.). Mara: Alright. (John’s eyes seem to light up. He smiles.). Mara: On one condition. John: Oh? Mara: We wait until tomorrow. John: Tomorrow? Why? Mara: Because I want a bath and I need to sleep. Looking at you I would say you need sleep too. And...I want us to...Be friends for a while longer. Coz it’s the last time I’m gonna have a friend. John: You consider me a friend? (John looks pleased.). Mara: Yeah I guess so. Least I thought so. John: Hm. We are friends. We still will be. Mara: No we won’t. I told you...I don’t get the happy ending. I don’t get a family or friends. John: You do. I give you my word that you will be welcomed into our family with open arms once you have been cleansed of your sins. If you give me your word that you will confess and atone tomorrow like you say. Mara: I give you my word. (He smiles at her then kneels down and cups her face with his hands. He smiles again.). John: You won’t regret it. I promise. (She smiles back.). Mara: Okay. If you say so. John: I do say so. (She smiles again. This is the first time Mara has seen John look genuinely happy. He stares at her for a moment and she frowns. He looks like he’s trying to decide on something. He swallows hard then moves so that his lips are inches away from hers. She freezes.). Mara: What are you doing you silly sod? (He lets out a shaky laugh.). John: I really want to kiss you. Mara: John...No. I already told you I’m not that kind of girl. (He looks down then suddenly stands up.). John: I shouldn’t have... (He seems to struggle with himself for a moment, his hands clenching into fists, then he turns to leave. She gets up and grabs his wrist.). Mara: John...Look...It’s not...I’m sure you’re a nice guy, really. It’s just...I’m the kind of girl that wants a man who is going to love her and take care of her. I’m not the kind of girl that just...You know. (He stares at her.). John: I’ll leave you to have your bath. (He leaves the room. He goes downstairs and leans against the dining table. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He wanted to kiss her so badly. He sighs again then smiles as he remembers that she is going to confess tomorrow. He finally got her to say yes. He goes to the kitchen and puts the plates in the sink then makes himself a hot chocolate in his plane mug. He wonders who she has killed. She said she has killed nineteen people. He knows she was arrested. But she was in a psychiatric unit instead of prison. He drinks his hot chocolate then looks at the clock. 1.34am. He makes sure the doors are closed and switches off the lights going upstairs. He goes to his bedroom and stops dead in the doorway. Mara is curled up in his bed asleep. He swallows hard then closes the bedroom door. He goes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth then uses the loo. He then switches off the light and removes his shoes and socks. He then removes his clothes leaving him in just his boxers. He stands there for a moment staring at Mara in the light coming from the small lamp. He climbs into bed next to her sliding under the covers with her. He lies there for a few minutes.). Mara: You gonna turn the lamp off? (He reaches over and turns off the lamp. The only light now comes from the balcony doors.). John: Why are you in my bed? Mara: Coz we’re friends and... (She feels so stupid. She isn’t interested in John, at all. Not like that. All she can think about is Jacob and how he used her.). John: And... Mara: I just wondered what it would be like to share a bed with someone. To be held...Just once. (He can tell that she is crying.). Mara: You think that’s stupid don’t you? Pathetic. (He swallows hard.). John: No. (He moves closer to her and wraps his arms around her pulling her against him. She closes her eyes and remembers Jacob holding her like this. Tears roll onto the pillow.). John: Why are you crying? Mara: Coz I’m an idiot. John: No you’re not. (He kisses the back of her neck.). Mara: Hey no funny business. John: Hm. You’ll be the death of me. Mara: Nah you’ll live. John: You make me want to sin so badly. Mara: What? John: I want you. Mara: Why? John: Because...You are so beautiful. Mara: I don’t know about that. I do know that we should be sleeping. So sleep. John: Yes boss. (She giggles.). Mara: Goodnight John. Thanks for letting me stay. John: You’re welcome. Mara: Now sleep. If I am going through this atonement tomorrow then I need to sleep. John: Hm. (She can’t actually believe what she is doing. That she has actually agreed to let John carve her sin into her skin. She must be mad. But suddenly she decides that she doesn’t care if she survives it or not.).

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coasterchild · 5 years

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Something something Hozier lyric title

Hey, what’s up, I never post fic but I was possessed this morning and felt COMPELLED to write up this little thing (and post it before WHATEVER is gonna go down in episode 27)

So, here’s a post-episode-26 fic. Spoilers for Campaign Skyjacks. Warnings for violence and vague allusions to suicidal ideation.

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Gable hits the deck with a thud they felt in their bones. A gash has been torn across their chest, maybe a foot long, but it's the blade stuck in their gut that finally strikes them down.

Their vision starts to fuzz out around the edges, and the Red Feather officer doesn’t have time to retrieve his sword before he too falls, the blood loss from Gable’s final blow finally catching up to him. Gable’s head falls back against the wood, and it is dark.

In the darkness, Gable sees it.

Hazy and intangible as smoke, but undeniable. Death looms over them, and a part of Gable thinks, finally, before they remember Travis, remember Jonnit, remember a whole crew of people who mean home now.

Death, at first, seems patient. Gable weighs their options. Intimidation probably isn’t in the cards. Gable’s heard about people challenging Death to a game or a wager, and they almost chuckle imagining Travis bargaining his way to just a little more immortality.

A skeletal hand reaches out, and it’s not threatening, not like one might expect. Gable stares them down, all the same.

The hooded figure, its face in shadow, inches forward, and Gable wonders if they can run. They are working out if there is an escape from this darkness, when a familiar stutter breaks the silence.

“N-not this one. It’s not t-tuh-time.” The voice surrounds Gable. They don’t hear it so much as feel it in the air.

The hooded figure cocks its head to the side, considering. If there are words being exchanged, Gable can’t hear them, but they have the distinct feeling they’re inadvertently eavesdropping on a couple in a whispered argument about the socially acceptable amount of time to linger at a party before calling it a night.

Finally, an accord appears to be reached. There is still no sound, but Gable is certain Death sighs, and its form begins to dissipate. Before it’s completely gone, Gable shouts, though it sends a sharp, tearing pain through their ribs.

“Dref! We--”

Whatever they had intended to say--what could they say that would be enough?--is cut off by the sudden shock of sunlight pouring through the small window of the Captain’s cabin.

Travis looks down at them, appraising. With a raised eyebrow and a tip of his chin, he seems to reach some sort of satisfactory conclusion.

“You had everyone else terribly worried, you know.” Gable’s mind is still reeling, but Travis’s tone is so aggressively casual that they begin to feel a little more grounded.

Gable smiles, and it turns into a grimace as they try and fail to sit up. “But not you, of course.”

“I knew I wouldn’t be rid of you so easily.” Travis replies, as his hand reaches down to graze the Luminary deck at his hip. Gable wonders if he’d done any readings while they were out, if he really put stock in it, or just felt comforted by the familiarity, the sense of control it afforded him, to play at knowing the future.

Jonnit’s wide-eyed face appears from just behind Gable’s line of sight. “Don’t let him lie! He was up all night, perched on the headboard! No-doz said it was a bad omen, but I said that Caramel was your very favorite bird, and--”

Gable snorts, and then, “Don’t make me laugh. I think my chest is more wound than flesh right now.”

“Sorry! I’m so--we’re so glad you’re okay, Gable.”

Travis’s eyes dart to the copious bandages holding Gable together, and away just as quickly. “Yes well, even I was a little concerned when you started calling out to our dearly departed doctor in your delirium.”

“Dref…” Gable can feel it now, the pang in their chest at hearing his voice again.

“Yes, obviously… I was trying not to dwell on it.”

“No--no. Dref. I saw him--or.” Suddenly Gable can’t spit out the words fast enough. “Travis, Jonnit. Dref was there. I know, I know what it sounds like. Like I’m a raving half-drowned sailor, like--”

“Like a fever dream? Oh jeez, Wasp said you might get an infection--”

“NO! No, Jonnit, it wasn’t a fever dream. It was… I was going to die. Death was there, and I heard Dref’s voice. He told Death it wasn’t time and-- I couldn’t see him, but I know it was Dref.”

Both of them stand in stunned silence for a moment. Travis opens his mouth, presumably to cast doubt on the whole encounter, but stops himself short. Jonnit looks at the floor, shuffling his feet.

Finally, “Well, on one hand, you’re right.” Travis says.

Jonnit looks up. “Really?”

“You do sound like a mad sailor.”

“Hey--”

“Let me finish! On the other hand, if anyone on Speir was going to cheat Death by hitching a bussing ride with it, it probably would be that spooky little bastard.”

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Afterward, Gable writes little notes to Dref.

When some Red Feather grunt or Slain God devotee falls by Gable’s sword, the unlucky victim often finds themselves with a small folded paper shoved into a pocket or a boot. Gable isn’t sure it’s even doing anything, isn’t sure anymore that the whole thing wasn’t the ravings of a nearly-dead skyjack.

They aren’t sure until another job goes wrong. The Uhuru loses more of her Crew than she can really stand to, and those who remain find the victory tastes sour.

It’s a day later, when Daisy wakes and Fuentes finally breaks their silent vigil by their hammock to call for help.

Gable is summoned, and Daisy looks up at them with wide eyes.

“Gable, I know what it sounds like, but back in the fight, when that Red Feather scum caught me with his damned lucky bullet, I… I think I died. I met a creature made of smoke, and it told me to give you a message.”

Daisy reaches out a hand, and Gable takes it.

“It said, “I miss you, too.”

#campaign skyjacks #skyjacks spoilers #HOW MANY AGENDAS CAN I PUSH WITH ONE VERY SMALL FIC?#several #apologies for any typos or tense fuck ups #this is unbeta'd because I HAD to post it so quick

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technoskittles · 5 years

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Fanfic author asks

I didn’t get any asks regarding this but I still kinda wanna answer the questions anyway so here goes

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?

I refuse to say what my first fic was and that should be answer enough to the second part

2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come?

Most recent fic is Something Good Can Work

I think I’ve come pretty far from when I first started writing. I know there’s some things I could always be better at, but I’m way happier with the stuff I was writing 5 and 10 years ago.

WAY happier

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

Oh geez that’s kind of hard because there’s a few I’m pretty proud of.

If I had to name one, it’d probably be lost & different. It’s one of my longest oneshots to date and I ended up finishing it in 2 days so...go me.

4. In your opinion and without looking at any numbers, what’s your most popular fic?

Shot in the Dark. Hands down.

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?

Pure Feeling probably. I think it’s mostly because it’s kind of out of place for me (I don’t typically do fics involving kids so it’s a nice change of pace)

6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that?

A lot of my older fics from when I wrote for Teen Titans and Soul Eater. Dark times man....dark times.

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

Pure Feeling absolutely. And I actually do want to finish Fall From Eden, but I wanna rewrite it (I first published it about 4 years ago and not only do I want to fix some things plot-wise to incorporate more of canon into it, but there’s a lot I’m not happy with that I want to try and fix)

I also have a sequel lined up for Shot in the Dark.

But if I had to pick one, definitely Pure Feeling. I want to be able to actually finish a multichaptered fic for once and by dammit I’m gonna do it.

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

That would be Shot in the Dark. There were a lot of things I wanted to do with that AU and while I don’t think I’ll get to most of it, I do at least want to finish the sequel.

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

Nope. I don’t write for things I don’t have an interest in and typically if I haven’t consumed it, I’m not interested

10. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfic for it?

A couple, yeah. I wrote a fic for Jessica Jones (although, after I did I ended up reading a couple fics for it).

Also did a couple of fics in my early years of writing for some stuff that people probably know nothing about (but if you’re curious, Princess Ai and Astonishing Adventures of Fanboy and Goth Girl)

11. Have you ever written a fic for a concept you know someone else has done before? How did it impact your writing process or feelings after posting?

I feel like it’s hard not to? Most concepts in general have typically been done before by someone. We don’t create in a vacuum.

But if I do a concept I know I’ve seen before, I typically always try to make it my own somehow. Because since it’s been done before, others have most likely seen it, so I want to show them how mine is different. I like to push the boundaries, combine different concepts together, and really create a piece that makes it unique enough to set myself apart.

I like using general concepts and deconstructing them before reconstructing them into something new that I like and want to share. And it’s always nice after I publish it and get feedback to see that people really enjoy the stuff I write.

12. Have you ever written a fic and decided never to publish it? Why?

Oh plenty for sure. More often than not, I started writing it and got stuck and then a) took so long I lost interest or b) took so long that I forgot where I was going with it

13. What’s the biggest change between your style when you started in fandom and today?

If we’re talking about style, I think that’s a bit harder to pin down depending on what I write. But I’ve noticed that with particular oneshots I’ve become more abstract in my writing so that’s cool

14. What’s the biggest change in your taste between when you started in fandom and today?

I used to read just about anything if it had my ship when I was younger, but as I grew older I became more and more picky. Some things can turn me off a fic completely.

I also have really grown to dislike fics that are WAY to cliche and tropey. I love tropes as much as the next person, but I feel like some people just don’t do enough with it to really make it interesting. The more cliche your fic is without much else brought to it, the easier it is for me to forget it.

15. Have you ever purposefully written one fandom/fic idea over another because you knew it’d be more popular?

Nah. I don’t typically like writing things I’m not passionate about because it’s hard to hold my attention to finish it. If I write an idea, it’s because I wanted to, not because I figured it’d get me a lot of feedback.

16. Have you ever stopped writing a fic/for a fandom because it wasn’t receiving enough attention?

Not really. Like I said before, if I don’t write for it, it probably means I’m not awfully interested anymore

17. In your opinion, what’s your most overrated fic?

If we’re talking about any fics, probably one of the ones I wrote for Teen Titans in my earlier days.

But if we’re talking more recent, Talking Body. Idk. I just don’t think that fic is as interesting as I thought it was at the time but it blew the fuck up regardless

18. What’s your most underrated fic?

Hybrid. I’m mostly upset because it didn’t get as much attention as the prequel before it considering that garnered a lot of attention but...c’est la vie

19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?

Probably pillars. It’s probably one of the most interesting fics I’ve written in terms of formatting.

20. Have/Would you ever rewrite a fic? If yes, would you take the original down?

Like I mentioned before, I do want to rewrite Fall From Eden. And yes, if and when I eventually get to that, I would be replacing all the chapters currently up.

21. If someone starts kudosing and commenting your fics in a spree and has a few works of their own, would you go look through theirs?

Not typically. I appreciate the onslaught of feedback, trust me, but I prefer to parse through the fic lists of the ships of my choosing and read from there

22. Has there ever been anyone who’s made you freak out because they read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed?

Not that I can remember. I’m sure it’s happened, I just can’t remember it haha

23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?

Oh jeez that’s a tough one I can’t remember them all.

This is one that’s stuck out though

“ You really captured what post-traumatic self-destructive behaviors feel like while staying so true to their dynamic as well as getting the characterization right to the T despite the fact that the show itself is obviously much less grim (not that it's not angsty, just far from this.) Beautifully written, the repetition and the parallels really put it all together. This piece hit home. I'll remember this one. Thank you for writing it. Thank you for sharing. “

-from as my World d[ivides]

24. What’s the meanest review you’ve ever gotten? Do you think the reviewer intended it?

I’ve gotten plenty of mean reviews but most of those are from my earlier days of writing. I can’t remember any particular ones so I also couldn’t tell you if the reviewer intended it or not

25. What constructive criticism, however well-meaning, always makes you feel bad when you see it in a review?

I wouldn’t say it makes me feel bad, but I know one review I’ve seen a couple of times is when people tell me that my writing gets too prose-y. The main reason it rubs me the wrong way is because while I’m sure they’re trying to be helpful, prose is part of my style less than the logistics and structure.

My descriptions can be a bit much sometimes I guess, but more often than not, it’s there for a reason. Whether it helps set the mood, gives insight to the characters’s thoughts/motivations/feelings that really set the story, or because I want to immerse the reader in the best way possible by painting a picture.

So it’s just annoying when people tell me to tone it down because it’s too much for them. If you don’t like prose, then read something else.

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

My characterization. 9 times out of 10, that’s the thing I get most anxious about, so when people tell me I nail it it always makes my goddamn day

27. If you could only ever write crossovers or single-fandom fics ever again, which would you pick?

Single-fandom. Not a huge fan of crossover fics

28. if you could only ever write for a single crossover or a single fandom again, which would you pick?

Oof. That’s really tough because like I said, my interests change all the time. I typically jump from fandom to fandom and write for whatever I’m obsessed with at the time.

I guess if I had to pick though...RWBY probably.

29. Does the division of your writing across fandoms line up with your reading? What’s the biggest discrepancy?

I’d say it’s about even for what I’m interested at the time. Biggest discrepancy though would probably be....either Miraculous Ladybug or Fairy Tail.

I just don’t write much for those and read a lot so...

30. Do you continue to write for a fandom after you’ve moved on or do you focus solely on the new one?

Sometimes. Not too often. Because usually I’m so hyperfocused on the new shiny thing that most of my ideas end up being for that

31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right?

I always worry that I do that for every character I write for haha.

I think my major concerns regarding that right now are Scorpia and Entrapta. For some reason I feel like they’re really difficult to write for.

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

Yang probably. Maybe Adora

33. Is there any particular character whose scenes always wind up being longer/more frequent than you expected? Does the quality hold up?

I don’t think so?

34. Was there any fic that you wrote that really surprised you in the fandom reaction? Was it just by the numbers or did they take it an entirely different way?

I’d have to say as my World d[ivides] really surprised me. I really wasn’t sure how people would respond to that one given that it deals with a VERY sensitive subject and was positive I’d face a little bit of backlash. But honestly everyone actually really loved it and I got so much nice feedback from it.

35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to?

Not usually

36. Have you ever sincerely written a ship you do not support into a fic?

Nope

37. Have you ever purposefully bashed a character/ship in a fic?

Not that I’m aware of

38. Have you ever purposefully written something you know your readers would find uncomfortable/would not enjoy? If yes, why?

I think that would probably be Sunflower. And if you’ve read that fic you know exactly what I mean.

If you haven’t read it, I won’t include spoilers, but I did explain myself at the end of it

39. Do you consider yourself to have a readership?

I think I have a few loyal readers yeah (and I love all of them)

40. Do you feel like you put out enough content?

HA!

41. If you cross-post your fics on multiple sites, do you have a favorite? Are there certain fics you would only post on certain site?

I used to crosspost when I first started on AO3 but after awhile I gave up bc I didn’t like ffnet’s set-up nearly as much. Sometimes I’ll post fics here on tumblr but I fucking HATE the formatting so...not much

42. How many views has your most popular fic gotten?

6,156 views (that would be Shot in the Dark)

43. Your least popular?

173 views - Scared to Breathe

44. Do you follow/favorite/kudos/comment/review more stories than you have received?

That’s really hard to say. I read a lot but I do have a few really popular stories so...

45. If you had to call yourself an author of a single genre (besides fanfic) what label would you give yourself?

I think my specialty is angst. You can ask most of my friends.

46. Do you consider yourself a diverse author?

I try to be. But I do think I lean towards certain areas

47. If someone you know in real life who isn’t involved in fandoms asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Errrr...probably not? I tell people that I write fics, but I always get nervous when it comes to the thought of them actually reading them. It feels too personal somehow. Like, that’s a part of me I don’t usually let people see.

The only person who has is my boyfriend. And even then I get nervous when he does it

48. Does anyone you know from outside of fandom know you write fanfic? Are they involved in the same fandom too?

Yeah like I said, I’ve told some people. And they area typically interested in the original content, but I don’t know how involved they are in fanfiction or fandom itself

49. Has anyone in your life ever read your fanfic just because you wrote it?

My boyfriend

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

I would like to say it has. I’ve been writing for about 10 years now and it’s really opened up a lot of doors for me. I’ve met some really great people through fic and fandom. I’ve also grown as a writer after being at it for so long which has, strangely enough, helped me regarding essays and papers for school.

Writing is kind of just what I do now. It’s one of my only contributions to fandom, so it’s nice to know I can take part somehow in generating content.

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Summersea’s GoT Season 6 Tumblr Spoiled First Time Watch 2019: Part 1

So I was going to rename this a “hatewatch” now that I’ve gotten to a whole season I hadn’t seen before, but let’s be honest. If you’ve seen me reblogging things from later seasons, it was never going to be that. There are things that I knew I was going to enjoy VERY MUCH, and I wasn’t wrong. There were also things that, if I let them, would have had me frothing a the mouth in rage.

But then I reminded myself that I’m vacationing in Castle Not Giving a Shit while I watch the back half of the show, and things were much better after that. I’ve mostly left my in the moment reaction except where I’d had too much wine to be coherent.

Season 6

Hot on the heels of season 5 i still have a third of a bottle of Chardonnay left let’s DO THIS

6x01

1. Lol it’s still in the credits so they continue to pretend like they care about Dorne????

2. Ghost howling 😢😢😢

3. So Davos went straight from staning one dour person to another... he has a type.

4. Some dude in the night’s watch re Melisandre: who’s she? Davos: oh just some lady Who spat a shadow out of her vag once LETS TRUST HER

5. Wow Olly aged a lot over the past five minutes since he killed Jon!

6. Edd please don’t die here. I don’t remember how you go but don’t let it be here

7. Boo hoo poor little psychopath lost his gf. No one cares, Ramsay. Myranda deserved what she got AND SO WILL YOU

8. My soul left my body like three times during that chase scene where Theon and Sansa are running from the Bolton men. POOR COLD BBS

9. That hug where they’re just CLINGING TO EACH OTHER THIS SHOULD NOT MAKE ME SHIP IT BUT HERE WE ARE

10. THEON SHOWING HIMSELF TO TRY TO KEEP HER SAFE I CANNOT HE KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS IF THEY CATCH HIM AND HE DOES IT ANYWAY SO SHE MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE

11. IT’S BRIENNE OF MF-ING TARTH OMG YAY

12. Also go Theon killing that dude

13. UGH THE SWEARING FEALTY SCENE WITH SANSA AND BRIENNE AND ALL OF THEIR FACES AND SANSA LOOKING TO THEON BEFORE ACCEPTING AND POD REMINDING HER OF THE WORDS IT IS PERFECT

14. Give me the AU where Theon lives and stays at Winterfell because he wants to be near her and they understand each other and Brienne is in her Queensgiard I AM NOT ASKING MUCH

15. Meanwhile in other trauma hi Cersei

16. UGH LOOK HOW SHE RUNS ACROSS THE COURTYARD TO SEE HER DAUGHTER

17. So... that scene with Jaime and Cersei where they talked about seeing Joanna’s dead body and she... Doesn’t blame him??? For Myrcella? Like I thought she would??? And she tells him about the prophecy??? And they hug??? Yeah that’s in contention for my fav Lannister twin scene ever? Top five at the very least. (And another member of the “Jaime writes his siblings’ dialogue” club.)

18. For all of his false kindness and gentleness the High Sparrow is just as bad as any of them, and When I’m not seething with anger I can appreciate how nuanced Jonathan Pryce’s performance is.

19. Wtf Ellaria and Tyene murdering Doran.

20. OMG TRYSTANE and I call Sand Snake Character Assassination here they are just SO BITCHY and without honor and the Dorneish are SO HONOR OBSESSED ugh why I hate it Also was that Myrcellas ship? Are there two bitchy Sand snakes just chilling in king’s landing now??

21. Tyrion and Varys among the people is kind of fascinating. Also what’s up with that Red Priest? Another who thinks the lord of light chose Dany?

22. Oh no the ships... Varys and Tyrion running TOWARD trouble says a lot about them.

23. Did the showrunners... forget Jorah would know the word Khalasar? Why would he say horde?

24. At least the Khals believe Dany is Drogo’s widow?

25. Ok so the waif is fascinating and her movements are just so... Succinct. A++ physical acting or whatever the word is.

26. Whoa that’s Melisandre without the necklace?? Cool story bro but why did she choose then to take it off? What does that tell us about her as a character or her powers? Just wanted to show some crone boobs? IDEK that was a weird ending.

6x02

1. The trailer reminds us that BRAN IS IN THIS SHOW

2. Remember this kid? He’s a Stark! He’s VERY IMPORTANT! He’s GONNA BE KING, but he wasn’t in all of season 5. He matters WE PROMISE.

3. The older generation of Starklings!!! I would be lying if I didn’t say seeing Lyanna and Brandon and Ned and Benejen And Nan and bb Hodor didn’t give me a LOT of feelings. (Also Bloodraven is the Worst Ghost of Christmas Past Ever.)

4. Cross fandom wish: I want to see Hodor, Groot, and Rocket have a conversation where everyone understands every word.

5. So... Meera and Summer have been hunting so that they all stay alive, right?? Otherwise WHAT ARE THEY EATING

6. Ok I take back what I said about them only having the Children once, but that was WEAK. “Help Bran, Meera. Because I said so and I’m a creepy magical person whose motivations are unclear”

7. YEAAAAAH WUN WUN SMASH THOSE TRAITORS. Good on you too Edd for taking charge.

8. Ugh every bar has one like that asshole talking about Cersei. And I don’t think he’s long for this world

9. I LOVE BEING RIGHT HI GREGOR

10. Why would Tommen keep Cersei away from Myrcella’s funeral. OH GODS HE WAS TRYING TO PROTECT HER.

11. Ugh Jaime is tired of keeping vigil over his dead family members GIVE HIM A BREAK

12. Also Jaime promising never to let Cersei be in a cell again while he’s there AAAAHHH YES 🦁 ❤️

13. There’s nothing more dangerous than a fanatic who fears nothing, Jaime. But him threatening the High Sparrow was made of sex.

14. SEVEN HELLS did Tommen just give Cersei the idea to blow up the sept

15. Dany’s council meeting in absentia is kind of neat. I was wondering how those crazy kids were doing.

16. Lol I drink and I know things is ABOUT TYRION KNOWING ABOUT DRAGONS 🐉 I DID NOT KNOW THAT AND I LOVE IT

17. Tyrion being like “please DO NOT EAT THE ALLIES (me)” to Viserion and Rhaegal is amazing

18. Viserion is all ME TOO LET ME GO HERE’S THE CHAIN SMALL HUMAN when he shows Tyrion his neck.

19. That was a rough test Jaqen

20. Yes Ramsay please march North I dare you

21. Roose KNOWS what Ramsay is and tries to steer him out of it but I don’t think he truly understands how deep the crazy goes

22. HOLY SHIT RAMSAY JUST STABBED HIS DAD and everyone either is too scared of Ramsay to do anything about it or was in on it. LOOKING AT YOU KARSTARK ASSHOLE

23. Oh Walda you sweet trusting soul he is going to feed you and your baby to those dogs isn’t he. I DON’T like being right. Have I mentioned that?

24. Brienne recognizing Sansa’s choices were hard ❤️❤️

25. Ugh Theon talking about all the things he’s done and Sansa hugging him anyway aaaaah my soul

26. It’s hard to hear someone else say they forgive you you when you don’t think you deserve forgiveness, and he’s definitely not ready to hear it from Jon. (But he’s ready to hear it from Sansa because of what they’ve been through together? I like that explanation and I’m sticking to it.)

27. Oh right Pyke exists the show doesn’t remember that unless it’s convenient.

28. HOW DARE YOU REFERENCE THAT PINECONES LINE SHOW YOU HAVE NOT EARNED THAT

29. Ok at least Yara cares about her people and we get to see it.

30. OMG Euron? He’s the one who kills Balon?

31. ...and he’s kind of got delusions of Grandeur? “I am the drowned god” wtf sir.

32. Gotta admit Iron Islands burial customs are kinda neat

33. We get the Kingsmoot? I’m listening, show... you’re on notice but I’m listening.

34. Depressed Melisandre is depressed. Wait... has she never done the raising from the dead thing? SEVEN HELLS SHE HASN’T.

35. A pep talk from Davos might snap me out of my crisis of faith too.

36. Thoros can do this in the language of Westeros, but I guess if Valyrian works for you...

37. I love Tormund peacing out of the room with Mostly Dead Jon like “I have had enough of this south of the wall bullshit”

38. Did Melisandre reach the lord of lights answering machine and it took him a while to get back? “If you would like to leave a resurrection request for R’hllor, please press one...”

39. Ghost’s eyes open AND SO DO JON’S hey bro

6x03 this episode is called Oathbreaker ARE WE ABOUT TO GET TO SEE THE FLASHBACK TO JAIME KILLING AERYS PLZ TELL ME

1. He liiiives! Poor Jon... what did you see while you were gone I wonder?

2. Oh jeez it was nothing. At least he has the most comforting sensible person in this series to help him through.

3. I like that Jon gets to come downstairs and HUG TWO OF HIS FRIENDS and none of the nights watch or the wildlings bat an eye or seem to think less of him for it. LET MEN HUG.

4. Oh jeez Sam’s taking Gilly and the baby to Horn Hill? Do we get to meet his mom? (No one cares about Randylll but I think we might get to meet him too?)

5. BB Sam is SO CUTE HE HAS HAIR NOW.

6. Wait is Gilly pregnant again?

7. That is the Tower of Joy and I AM NOT READY

8. HOLY SHIT HOWLAND REED KILLED ARTHUR DAYNE?

9. Sword of the morning indeed WHAT A BADASS (somewhere in my soul Jaime is waving an “Arthur Dayne Rocks” banner) there’s no way Ned could have won that fight without help and now Bran knows that??? I don’t really have anything interesting to say here I just love the idea of a kid getting to see the truth of a family story that’s radically different from what he thought he knew.

10. Past Ned HEARD BRAN? FASCINATING?

11. Oh right Dany is about to meet all of the other widows of the Khals this could be cool but knowing d and d it won’t be because it would involve treating WoC with nuance.

12. Not impressed so far.

13. So this girl Varys is meeting with is in league with the Sons of the Harpy? Good my memory is intact.

14. all this with Varys actually TRYING to take care of Meereen is fun...

15. Tyrion being like OMG I AM BORED PLZ TALK ABOUT SOMETHING to Grey Worm and Missandei is the most him thing ever. I feel you Bro. He’s a people person deep down and just wants to be friends so badly.

16. Qyburn with all of Varys’ little birds and making kids’ abusive parents disappear is PRECIOUS.

17. Don’t poke the Mountain, Jaime

18. LANNISTER MUSICAL CHAIRS PART 2 also Jaime is ON THE SMALL COUNCIL NOW??? Who gave book!Cersei three wishes??? Him actually being in her corner and working with her as a team must be like a wish come true...

19. “Grand Maester Pycelle would you sanction that starement?” 😂 Lena’s delivery of that line made me laugh so hard we had to rewind to hear the dialogue.

20. No no don’t leave the three of them together they’ll plan murder. Well, Cersei and Jaime will. Gregor will nod.

21. Tommen confronting the high sparrow fascinated me. He has some of the I WILL KILL YOU family traits on display here but it’s understandable given what his family has gone through at the high sparrows hand. I’d be threatening murder too if I were him.

22. What are you playing at mr high Sparrow? Because I don’t trust you farther than I can throw you, and I don’t even have a good arm.

23. The Hound was not on her list any more 😢 that whole scene with Arya recounting her life and learning to fight blind is NEAT.

24. Wait faceless men are immune to the poison in the water?? Cool.

25. Is that supposed to be Greatjon Umber’s son who refuses Jon? What an ass.

26. My wife adds, “THESE LOSERS are the people Sansa is supposed to be queen of?”

27. OH SHIT OSHA AND RICKON AND SHAGGYDOG HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN? (Please let Sansa Find out who did that and who helped and give them what they deserve... there’s no way anyone took down that wolf alone.) I HATE THAT WE ARE NEVER GOING TO GET CLOSURE ON THAT PROBABLY.

28. Oh shit Jon has to hang the traitors that’s gonna be hard on him.

29. At least Alliser is consistent.

30. Jon did what he had to do... just like Ned in the first ep.

31. Wait WHAT did you just hang those men and then LEAVE? Isn’t leaving just as damaging to the order as killing the lord commander? That seemed overly quick and weird but ok????

32. Guess Jon was the Oathbreaker.

6x04

1. If anyone deserved an I JUST DIED crisis, it’s Jon. Also, the vows say, “it will not end until my death...” so technically...

2. Brienne got them up to the Wall QUICK. She is nothing if not efficient.

3. Sansa and Jon are like, “so... how cool are we going to play this? NOT COOL AT ALL LETS HUG” so sweet.

4. “Where will WE go?” Yes stay together Starklings because family is important certainly don’t scatter to the four winds or anything 🙄

5. I kind of love that Sansa’s the one who insists on taking back Winterfell and is all “help me or not I’m doing it”

6. I’m Brienne of Tarth and I HAVE A LONG FUCKING MEMORY. Wait... wrong show. (She DOES, though...)

7. Wow Petyr lying about Sansa being forced to Marry Ramsay... he’s playing the lords of the Vale like a fiddle.

8. That’s a lovely bird he got Robin. What a pretty boy.

9. Missandei staring daggers at Tyrion is Excellent Content. The “Tyrion tries to be a little more diplomatic but this involves dealing with slavers” problem is... a bit oversimplified, but at least they’re addressing it? Still not great.

10. Jorah and Daario are off on a secret mission and I cant stop hearing the Galavant song.

11. The older widow of the Dosh Khaleen is more interesting than the show will let her be.

12. Is that Lazareen widow Dutch from Killjoys? IT IS!!!!

13. Guess what high Sparrow NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR SELF RIGHTEOUS CONVERSION STORY LEAST OF ALL ME (guess who has some issues with organized religion it’s meeeee)

14. Way to act your heart out, though, Jonathan Pryce.

15. So idk if I’ve made a big deal about this but I’m SUPER QUEER and seeing Loras broken like that made my heart stop for a second.

16. “Not setting off” fanatics, huh Pycelle? I think Cersei has other ideas 😈 🔥

17. Tommen is TALLER THAN CERSEI NOW

18. Cersei and Jaime trying to get Olenna and Kevan on their side against the High Sparrow is... smarter than I thought it was going to be when they walked into that room. They had a united front, they were clearly working together... WHAT IS THIS I LIKE IT

19. Theon looks like a ghost of himself. :( And Pyke looks all creepy.

20. Jeez Yarra go easy on your little brother his psyche still has cracks in it. I guess it’s understandable that she’s pissed given the failed rescue and the timing of his arrival. I kept just waiting for him to say “I want to be home,” when she yelled WHAT DO YOU WANT but he didn’t and that makes me sad. (Home should have been Winterfell or wherever Sansa was just saying.)

21. Oh Osha don’t try it... shit. Well, you tried

22. And Tormund’s epic crush on Brienne begiiiiiins

23. SHIT RAMSAY TELLS JON HE HAS RICKON

24. Sansa insisting on reading the rest of the letter from Ramsay is... made of steel. I’m here for her being the driving force behind this attempted rescue.

25. I didn’t realize that so many Dothraki knew about how Dany lost the baby and Drogo.

26. DID DANY JUST KILL ALL OF THE KHALS? Girl knows how to make an entrance? The optics here are sooooo problematic but she looks DAMNED impressive the plan in and of itself is sound - gets rid of the men who don’t respect her and shows herself to be indestructible in one power move...

6x05 OH NO THIS IS CALLED THE DOOR I THINK I KNOW WHAT IS COMING

1. Is it just me or are d and d writing more and more episodes themselves?

2. Sansa has had enough of Littlefinger’s bullshit. Making him face up to what HE LEFT HER TO WHEN HE MARRIED HER TO RAMSAY AND ABANDONED HER YES GOOD.

3. When he says “did he cut you” and Sansa talking about Ramsay not caring as long as she could give him an heir... does that mean what I think it does? FGM? I hate that I even wonder. (Still not sure about this, but I don’t put it past them to imply something horrific like that and then not come back to it.)

4. The more I see the waif fight, the cooler she gets.

5. Faceless men founded Braavos? Right I KNEW that.

6. Ok the play is fun... complete with sound effects. So interesting to see what people in Braavos think of everything that happened.

7. So... I would Lady Crane’s voice anywhere. Hi Phryne!

8. Oh wow look at all the CotF

9. THEY MADE THE WHITE WALKERS I did not know that and for YEARS before this season came out we had an au idea where that was true and I AM SCREAMING

10. AND THEY DID IT TO DEFEND AGAINST THE ANDALS AND WHAT THEY WERE DOING TO THE TREES

11. Yara’s speech was lovely, Theon supporting her was sweet, but Yara shouldn’t have needed a dude’s support to get that reaction from the crowd. She’s been on Pyke and being badass ALL HER LIFE. That being said, I like to think Yara would have been Queen in this version of things if Euron hadn’t showed up. What a Dick.

12. How does Euron go from wanting to marry Dany to allying with Cersei? I guess I’m about to find out.

13. Damphair knows cpr, idiot showrunners. don’t just let Euron lie there.

14. YES GET AWAY YARA AND THEON AND... a lot of the fleet? Good on them.

15. Jorah trying to leave Dany and her not letting him and commanding him to find a cure aaaahhhhh my feelings 😢

16. In the real world Tyrion would have been a great campaign manager.

17. If they wanted someone local... why get a red priestess from Volantis? Is this supposed to be the same woman? Do any of the people of Meereen even follow the faith of R’Hollor?

18. Varys having no time for the red faith’s bullshit is SO GOOD. It’s ok Varys you’re probably the most famous eunuch in the world right now. And whoop de doo a sorceress knows a story about a sorcerer it’s a small magical world don’t let her cow you.

19. ...whatcha doing, Bran???

20. Well that’s not creepy at all. Soooo many wights. Were there only... four white walkers including the night king? I’m so confused.

21. “The Umbers gave Rickon to Ramsay they can hang” YES SANSA

22. Why did she lie about getting info from Petyr? (And GOOD ON BRIENNE calling her on it)

23. Brienne calling Jon “a bit brooding” is the most hilarious thing ever. Somewhere Jaime Lannister is laughing his ass off.

24. Yes wolfy clothes for everyone.

25. Awww Edd forgetting he’s acting lord commander is hilarious.

26. SO MANY WIGHTS DON’T DIE MIRA

27. Why are the children and the white walkers on opposite sides? Are these just about rogue CotF? EXPLAIN SHOW EXPLAIN

28. Cool visuals though... the night king walking through that fire was AWESOME.

29. Rickard LOOKS like a stark in that flashback.

30. RIP Bloodraven... glad you didn’t have to see how pointless all of this was.

31. Wait wait plain old wights can KILL THE CHILDREN? Dumb.

32. SUMMER NO I AM NOT OK WITH ANY OF THIS not Leaf either she’s a nice little tree person even if her motivations are unclear.

33. So Bran warging into Hodor in the present and in the past at the same time is what messed him up? Or something about the time folding and Bran BEING THERE?

34. That was upsetting as fuck about Hodor and I AM SAD EVEN THOUGH I KNEW IT WAS COMING

And... tumblr won’t let me post the whole thing. I had A LOT to say about some later episodes. Remember when I was going to keep this to three bullet points for each episode? Yeah me neither.

#summersea got rewatch 2019 #castle not giving a shit #summersea has feels about got #not actually a rewatch

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chocolatemillkk · 6 years

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New Man (JS)

Request: I think one based on 'New Man' by Ed Sheeran would be a fun concept. Preferably with Jack or Joe? Thanks a lot! ��

A/N: This was quite fun! Ed's lyrics were hilarious to read through

Part II

"You look like you've just eaten something rotten," Josh says as he tries to find what I'm looking at. He wouldn't see it, not anymore. The crowd swallows them and they disappear with all the other bodies.

"I just saw Y/N with her new man."

"Are they that bad together?" Josh asks.

"So bad it's giving me indigestion," I pick up my beer and try to wash the taste away. I knew getting drunk wasn't getting me any closer to moving on. I'm not sure what would, considering the way Y/N and I broke up. Out of nowhere, she had said she met someone new. She promised nothing happened between them but that didn't make me believe any less that she was with a slimy guy.

The crowd parts enough for me to see him again and his lips mouth the words to the song playing, the vein in his neck bulging as he was probably shouting the words. Idiot. An idiot wearing sunglasses in a night club. Jeez what did Y/N see in him?

"That bloke?" Josh nods towards him. "One with the tattoos."

"Hmph," I snort. "He probably doesn't even know what half of them mean."

Josh chuckles and we watch him in mutual silence. We cringe when he holds up a gang sign to the rap music.

"How did Y/N leave you for him?" Josh scratches his head.

"He's got a six pack and grooms himself like it's his bloody job." I didn't care how petty I sounded.

"She's got better taste than that. Probably just a mid-life crisis or something."

"Josh she bloody 26! That's hardly mid-life. He's just a charming bastard and I was the idiot who pushed her away the last month because she started talking about marriage and the future and-"

"But don't you love her," Josh looks at me. "Were you not planning on marrying her? It's been like four years?"

"Five," I correct him, taking another swig. "I just feel like we're so young. It scared me."

"You of all people aren't getting any younger. Maybe you should talk to her."

"I have," I mutter, making sure Josh couldn't hear. That was the thing, Y/N still messaged me.

The first time was a week after we split, she'd forgotten a scarf at my place and I'd found it in the dryer. I met her halfway, neutral ground, and we ended up talking before we left. Which led to texts, especially late at night. I couldn't figure out what it meant but I knew Y/N was just mixed up. She wasn't this girl. This girl that dated a gym rat who watched what he ate 24/7 and instagramed his cheat meals. She was the kind of girl with her nose in a book and wildflowers picked on her way home from work. I wondered if she still picked flowers for him.

"I should head home-you wanna Uber with me?" Josh suggests.

"I'll head home in a bit," I say much to Josh's dismay. He looks at me wearily, like he was trying to say the right thing.

"Just don't dwell on it too long. You don't want to be a creep standing here staring-"

"Thanks Josh." I cut him off. "I'll see you around."

Josh leaves, grumbling, leaving me alone with my drink-which I'd had a lot of I suddenly realise.

As I make my way to the toilets, I stumble on Y/N alone. Her eyes alight when she sees me and then settle down as she crosses and uncrosses her arms.

"Funny seeing you here," she gives a shy smile.

"In the club I'm always at?" I respond and she looks annoyed.

"No need for the hostility," Y/N rolls her eyes.

"How are you with a guy like him?" I demand in an explosion. Seemed like I wasn't holding back tonight. "Yo-you're the girl reading a book with a packet of crisps not the girl clinging to the arm of a wanker like him!"

"You don't know him," Y/N glares at me. "So stop judging him because you're jealous."

"Jealous?" I laugh. "Of him? Of his plucked eyebrows and bleached arsehole? Because he shares his kale salad with you while the twos of you watch the Kardashians? You think I'm jealous of his tribal tattoos that he's no clue what they mean because he's a bloody white bloke from East London! Wait, no I'm probably jealous of his wannabe wardrobe or that he wears no socks on with his shoes? Yeah, definitely jealous-yeah babe."

"You sure do keep track of a guy you're not jealous of," Y/N says defensively but circles of pink dot her cheeks.

"Because I still fucking care about you! I don't know why you're with him-surely he can't give you the love I give."

"He makes me happy!" Y/N shouts, raising her voice above mine for the first time.

"He-he makes you happy? And I didn't? Is that why you're texting me at night? Why you're here by yourself while he dances away like an idiot out there? Happy? Jesus Y/N I...fuck." I take my frustration out on my hair. I made her happy-I could still make her happy! Why was she so hell-bent on this dick.

She looks teary eyed and I feel guilty so I drag her to the back of the club and she follows despite what I'd said. It makes me realise how lost she really was.

"You're not this girl Y/N...I know the real you not this...kale-eating, fitness-obsessed, Kardashian-zombie. I...if you want to talk you can call me. Any time-I'm all ears for you. If he makes you happy, then be happy but if you're looking for love-I'm still here to give it to you."

"I wanted a different love from you Joe. The kind that came with a ring and a promise and even though I gave you five years of my love you freaked out. He makes me happy okay? Just...just go Joe." Y/N can't look at me, she folds herself inwards and turns away. "I just want to be left alone."

I open my mouth but I can't find the words to tell her I was sorry when I wasn't or that I loved her when I couldn't be in love with her. So I turn and leave.

•••

I'm slumped on my couch a week later, the boys are all over bickering over some game on screen but my eyes are glued to Y/N's new Instagram post. Her new man is lifting her above his head and she's laughing-she looks happy. But the picture looks tacky. I hated that guy.

I click her handle and start scrolling, looking out for the pictures when we were together and were actually happy together. I find one of our hands intertwined as we hold up champagne in cans to the camera. Y/N is obviously drunk by the giddiness in her eyes and the pink on her cheeks. I look at her like she was my everything. She is my everything.

How did I get marrying her to freak me out this much? Why did I run away and let her get away!

"Joe what did you see?" Caspar asks beside me. "It should have been a penalty right?"

"Huh?" I put the phone down. "I guess."

"See!" Caspar shouts.

"He wasn't even paying attention!" Mikey shouts.

My phone vibrates and I can't believe my eyes. It's Y/N.

Wanna go for a drink? Or lunch? I just wanted to see you.

I type quickly before she could change her mind, yes

"Joe!" Caspar says in my ear.

"See-he's not even watching." Mikey points to me.

"What's gotten into you?" Caspar asks.

"He's still broken hearted over Y/N-leave him alone." Josh says with no feeling.

"Aw, do you want to talk about it?" Caspar asks, concern erasing his earlier expression.

"Actually I'm stepping out," I lean away from Caspar. "Byron please make sure the boys don't destroy the place."

"Wait you're leaving?" Jack asks. I make a vague excuse and leave as quickly as I could. Y/N had texted me a nearby pub and I make my way there.

"You came," Y/N looks tired when I see her. When I tell her she gives a small smile, "Haven't been sleeping too well. Stress from work."

"Your manager being an idiot again?"

"More so than usual. We all suspect his girlfriend's dumped him."

"Which girlfriend? The cackly laugh or the one that wears only red bras under her transparent shirts?"

"Babe they're the same one-she just had her nose done."

"You're joking-I guess that red was too distracting." I take hold of the glass the bartender hands me and Y/N and I look at each other and start laughing.

"This is so easy with you," she wipes her tears but when she looks back at me they look sad.

I don't know what to say, not wanting to start another argument so I just look into my glass as we shift in place.

"Want to grab a booth?" She suggests.

"Yeah," I walk behind her and notice her newly highlighted hair. "Nice hair."

"Oh," she touches the ends and smiles. "Thanks. Brian told me it would complement my skin tone and it really does!"

"Hm," I supress the urge to roll my eyes. Brian.

"Don't get like that," Y/N clucks. "He's really sweet Joe, the other day he remembered I like hydrangeas so he bought a plant for his balcony. And he always makes sure I'm alright like that time we-"

"Okay." I stop her from going on. "I really don't want to hear about your new man if that's alright. I'm sure he doesn't like hearing about me too. He probably doesn't even like that you're here now."

Y/N shifts uncomfortably and I raise an eyebrow. "I told him I was meeting with Y/F/N."

"You..." I try to put my judgement away. This meant I still meant something to her right?

"Don't judge me." Y/N shrugs. "I just wanted to see your face. I miss hearing your laugh when I say something really stupid. Or how we just talked shite about my boss without having to explain anything."

"I don't want to cause a scene but Y/N...why are you...why did you leave me then?"

"Because!" She bursts even though I just said not to cause a scene. "I wanted more from you Joe. I wanted you to have both feet in with me, to not be so afraid of getting married!"

"Shh," I try to put my hand on her arm. "I'm sorry I just-we got together when we were younger I was scared that...it felt like we were so young. We have so much time."

"Not anymore." Y/N says.

"But we're still meeting here in private." I say with bitterness. "While you wear your sporty shoes and lip gloss like you just came from the gym even though I know you hate working out."

"I knew you would judge me," Y/N scowls.

"Baby, I'm not judging you or trying to ruin your week. But you know you act so differently around him! Maybe he makes you happy for a bit but when you're with him I know you're lonely."

"I'm not lonely," Y/N insists.

"Yet here we sit reminiscing about how easy we were." I remind her.

"I-I should just go. I need to start on dinner anyway." Y/N gets up and I scramble to get out too.

"Hey," I hold her arm once we get outside. "Wait. Just...please remember you're still free to make the choice and leave him. If you really are happy with him you've got to stop texting me and asking to see me. If you want me to move on, prove it. But if you still want us then let me know."

I lean down and kiss the top of her head and I hear her sigh under me. She wraps her arms under my jacket and we hold each other but I have to lean away before it borders inappropriate.

"I'll see you around," I say softly and turn to leave before her sadness seeped into me too. Leaving her there felt like stranding her but she knew where to find me, I tell myself. If she wanted me, she would know where to look.

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Let’s Play Fire Emblem IV: Genealogy of the Holy War, Part 26: The Julius Formerly Known as Prince

Part 25

Welcome back to Fire Emblem IV! Last week we had started our invasion of Grannvale, coming up to it through the southern Miletos district, and in so doing got to smack the crap out of Tinni’s crazy aunt, who unfortunately managed to get away. These things happen. This week, we have to start off by opening the gates that will allow us to proceed north to Miletos itself.

I’m just gonna say, if you guys wanna stop now, I’m down for that. How about we just move in to Hilda’s old torture castle and set up there? Do we really need to beat the Empire?

Yes?

Shit.

Ah, well.

Well, to start, we need to take Rados castle, which is thankfully unoccupied after we killed all its inhabitants last week. It’s cool, they were gross people. Though first, I have Ced grab the village right north of it…

Behind the Times: Not so long ago, from what I hear, Emperor Arvis himself forbade ‘em. What the devil could’ve changed his mind? Please, I’m begging you, you’ve gotta save our children! Here, this magic ring oughta help you out.

Niiiiiiiiiiice. This pushes Ced’s magic above the 30-point cap, leaving him even more of a killing machine that he already is. Dude doesn’t even have a holy weapon, he’s just raw badass. Cairpre also continues his path to minor godhood.

This kid was level one on the last map, and he’s going to be promoted and breaking skulls right along with the rest of the kids next map. I’m so proud of him.

Seliph, take the castle and set the story going, my man!

(Yeah, but he had to be a man named Morrigan, so who really suffered the most?)

Seliph: How could they… how could anyone be so savage…?

Lewyn: And that’s why we’ve got to fight this war to the end, Seliph. This is something you’ve got to understand.

(OKAY WE GET IT JEEZ STOP PESTERING ME DAD)

Lewyn: This is the way of the Loptyr Empire. There’s no place at all for the good-hearted… Now, it shouldn’t be too long before the gate to Miletos opens for us.

(…. Why…?)

Lewyn: What’s your next move, Seliph?

Seliph: Needless to say, we must march on Miletos. We can’t afford to rest while those children are still at risk. Or Julia, for that matter.

Lewyn: Good. And after that, Grannvale awaits!

(OH FUCK IT’S ISHTAR)

(Oh, and also Arvis. Man, you have not aged well, buddy. I’d feel bad for you, but you know… the rape and murder and stuff.)

Arvis: Listen, Ishtar. Release the captive children. I know you care no more for these foul deeds than I do.

Ishtar: My apologies, sir, but I’m on Prince Julius’s-

Arvis: Pay Julius no mind. I’ll be having a word with him soon.

(Funny story, bro, he said the same thing about you last week, and I’m a bit more scared of him at this point.)

Ishtar: But…

Arvis: This is an order from your emperor, Ishtar! Has Julius bent you such that you will no longer listen to the word of your liege?!

Ishtar: N-no. Never, your majesty…

(Speak of the [Literal?] Devil.)

Arvis: Julius! How dare you-

Julius: Why, Father, it almost sounds as if you still don’t know any better! Old age must be dulling that once-brilliant mind of yours. Why not retire before it grows still feebler? Unless… ohohohoho! Don’t tell me you still seriously believe that you can banish me?

Arvis: … No. I know better than to try something so futile again. I… have no further objection.

Julius: That’s better. Now, then. Begone! Return to your post and haunt my sight no more. Defending Chalphy is crucial, so don’t fail me for once in your sorry life, Father.

(Daaaaaaaaaaaamn, son, you just got burned. Or should that be Julienned?)

Arvis: Y-yes, Julius. At once…

(God, it’s like every creeper left in the game is all gathering in this one castle to see who can be most sleazy. If Hilda shows up, I’m going to need to stop to take a shower.)

Manfroy: Never would you think this wretch, now clinging only to the ghost of a crown, was once the most powerful man in Jugdral.

Julius: Ah, Manfroy. Where’s Julia? Have you restored her memory yet?

Manfroy: Your dear little sister is in Chalphy, burdened once more by her old memories. Never have I seen such horror as when she recalled how you, her own brother, almost killed her! Or how her dearly departed mother spirited her clear of the castle and your clutches…

Julius: Indeed… near everyone puts up some defiance to death by my hand, yet Deirdre never so much as flinched in the end. She accepted her own demise, all to save Julia with what little strength she still had. But Julia possesses the foul powers of that ghoul, Naga, just as Deirdre once did. Nothing is more crucial than killing her now, Manfroy, lest we lose the chance.

(………. Then… why did you need to restore her memories…?)

Manfroy: You overestimate her threat, milord. After all, the Book of Naga remains under the strictest lock and key in Belhalla. Without it, Naga’s soul could never come to dwell within that girl…

Julius: How many times must I explain, Manfroy?! Every last one of the avatars of Naga, the heirs of Heim, must be purged!

Manfroy: Understood, milord. I’ll have my men see to it that Julia is dead by sundown.

Julius: Do not fail me, Manfroy. Now, then, I suppose I’m needed in the capital.

Manfroy: I shall ensure that holding the Miletos territory is the Order’s highest priority. Before the week is done, Your Majesty, the corpse of Seliph shall lie before you.

Julius: Seliph? … Ah, of course. The one the peasants call ‘the scion of light’. Just as they call me the ‘scion of darkness’. The alleged eldest son of Deirdre and the alleged true heir to my throne. A fairy tale, told to inspire hope amongst fools.

Manfroy: He is still a threat, milord. The sooner we dispose of him, the better.

Julius: Surely he doesn’t truly bear the power of the Crusader Baldur. He couldn’t possibly. I don’t care about him, Manfroy, but you’re welcome to do with him as you will.

Manfroy: Very good, milord.

Julius: … Actually, I have a better idea. I want to play a game.

Julius: Rumor has it that a small army of fresh sacrifices are headed our way. Let’s see who can claim the life of a rebel first.

Ishtar: Yes, Lord Julius. I’d love to!

(Sympathetic anti-villain~)

And then the newly arrived enemies start screwing with me, thus ruining the drama of the moment. Anyhow. The army arrayed against us is arguably the worst in the entire game thus far, given they are almost all dark mages. Dark magic still has no disadvantages to anything in the weapon triangle, and a lot of them have status effect staves to fuck our advance over hard. And of course, standing near the castle…

At first glance, Ishtar actually looks worse than Obvious Final Boss Julius. She’s bulked up considerably since we last met her; her Magic has gone up by six points, speed by one, and resistance by a whopping twelve with the addition of a Barrier Ring to her inventory. He, in contrast, has generally good stats at everything (and is a damn stone wall with 25 defense and 35 resistance) but he’s slower than her and his Loptyr tome is heavier than her Mjolnir. Beyond being a stone wall, he appears to be less dangerous than her.

This is a filthy lie.

You see, Ishtar is stronger than her last fight with us, but we’ve leveled up far more than she has since then. She’s certainly still very dangerous thanks to her combo of Mjolnir and the Vantage ability meaning if you don’t kill her in one shot she’ll wreck your ass on all further battles, but that’s nothing new. It just means we’re playing the same damn game of Nuclear Rocket Tag that we were last time, and Arthur is carrying a much bigger nuke than before. Maybe he still only has like a 60% chance of pulling it off, but I honestly can’t believe I did it at all last time.

And as for that heavy Loptyr tome? It has a little extra trick to it that you’ll quickly come to despise.

See that little note, ‘cuts foe’s atk’ down in the bottom left corner? See, more specifically, it cuts the attack of anyone who gets into battle with Julius by a whopping 50%. So before hitting Julius’s again, stone-wall defenses, anyone who takes a swing at him will first have their attack cut in half, at which point he will swing right back with a Holy Weapon that has no weapon triangle disadvantage to anything and is backed up by his maxed out magic stat. And in his ability list, he has Pursuit and Accost for maximum possible double-attacking potential to go with his very high natural speed, and Wrath to cause his critical hit rate to skyrocket if you do eventually get his HP down below half.

His 80 HP.

So yeah, this is the game’s subtle way of telling you ‘DON’T FIGHT JULIUS’. Indeed, the easiest thing to do here would be to let him or Ishtar kill one of our soldiers and then have Cairpre revive them with the Valkyria staff, because they will both leave if one of them manages to win their ‘game.’ Which, I mean, if I get really desperate, maybe, but for the sake of my pride I’d prefer to beat one of them, causing both to retreat. And by ‘one of them,’ I mean Ishtar. And by ‘beat’ I mean, ‘Arthur, it’s time to play another round of Holy Weapon Nuclear Death Tag with your cousin, please try to survive.’

Oh, and just for fun:

That’s Julius’s Holy Blood screen. Just in case you didn’t have enough unhappiness in your life.

Now then. First thing we need to do is clear out at least some of the enemies in play here. There’s a whole mess of Dark Mages with some melee fighters scattered among them, and they’re operating with a variety of tools, but the worst, as poor Altena found out, are the ones with Sleep staves. Status effect staves in this game are the worst; they have perfect accuracy as long as the one using them has higher Magic than the target has Resistance. In our hands, they’re balanced by only having 2-3 charges before they break. In the enemy’s hands, they have infinite charges because Fuck You, that’s why. Sleep + Hel + Any Hit of Anything is a very bad situation. So first step is to work out where they are:

There, we have a basic cross-reference of where only high-resistance units should go. The dark mages have 16 Magic each, which isn’t much for the purposes of combat but for the purposes of Sleep Staves it might as well be a trillion. Maybe a quarter of our army can go into that crossfire zone without being zapped, and one of them is Cairpre, who can’t fight. On the other hand, he’s also the only person who can wake people up, so his staying awake forever is useful, in its own way.

Back to full power! And now, we clear out the vanguard and move the team up, making sure to keep most people firmly to the east.

There we go. First wave down; the only people in the current batch who can lure out enemies without getting a forced nap are Ares, Fee, Ced, Tinni and Cairpre; Seliph will be able to when he actually reaches the army, but he, Nanna, and Ulster are a bit further back. He had to take the castle and they needed to do some weapon repairs.

End turn!

Ah, yes, some of them have siege tomes too. Because, again, fuck you, that’s why.

Cairpre, you’re just getting silly. But in any event, we’ve now gotten a situation where the only people in the Sleep range are people who cannot be Sleeped, and they should also be drawing in some of the enemies from the west so we can clear out at least one or two of the staff wielders and give us some more movement range. There’s two to the west, and two to the north; the western ones should start moving on this turn now that we’ve cleared out the enemies closer to us. With luck, I can kill them both right away. End turn…

Okay, not bad. With the positioning of the enemies, I thiiiiiiiiink three of the sleep staffs can be taken out this turn without much issue. Let’s see…

That’s one!

And that’s two, and also all we’re going to get. But the remaining two are going to put some people to sleep, but they won’t be able to get anyone killed. That’s worth Ares getting a shit level, I guess. What remains is to clear out the final village-burning bandit of the map…

And killing off this sniper so he can’t kill Fee and ruin everything.

Good times. All right, dark mages! Please don’t kill anyone. End turn.

Lame, but tolerable. We will be able to kill one more staff guy this turn; but the second one is being… troublesome.

He’s one of those charming robed figures firmly in Julius’s combat range. That is not a fight I want to pick. Instead, we’ll take this other dude with the physic staff…

And pull back, trying to lure them out further. Cairpre wakes up Lester to let him do the same, and gets his like seventieth level.

To the south, we need to clear a path without letting Patty get put to sleep preferably. So I have Tinni try to clear a path, which will let Ced get through to the third Sleep user.

….

She misses. On a 90% chance. Dammit. Seliph, please?

That’s why we’re putting you on the throne later, buddy. And now Ced can get through and remove one more stumbling block.

Beautiful. Only one staff jackass left, and the only people in his range are Tinni and Seliph. He’ll have to move, and with any luck at all he’ll do so out of Julius’s combat range where someone can take a swing at his dumb face. End turn!

Heeeeeeeeeey buuuuuuuddy.

Niiiiice. With that, there’s only seven enemies left total; one guy with a normal tome, three siege tomes, the boss in the castle, and the two far more dangerous bosses waiting for us to get all up in their business. This will be… tricky. But for the moment, we’re safe, so I have Seliph drop in to have a conversation with Tinni.

(In all this mess, you may have forgotten Lewyn is her dad. He certainly hasn’t been very fatherly.)

Seliph: If you need anything from me, I’ll be waiting over there.

(You see what I mean about her having a character arc, now? Imagine the Tinni we first recruited saying that. She was so broken down she was going to fight us just because she was too afraid not to. And look at her now, electrocuting her aunt! I’m so proud.)

Lewyn: She didn’t treat you well, did she?

(“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA…. Oh, you’re serious…? Wow. No. No.”)

Tinni: Day after day, again and again, she would beat and abuse us. She kept on accusing Mother of being a traitor…

Lewyn: Your mother… Taillte…

Tinni: Yes… after the Battle of Belhalla, she and my brother, Arthur, fled to Silesse. I was born there soon after. I never knew my father. I think he must have died long ago…

Lewyn: I see. Then you went to Alster, right?

Tinni: King Blume and his minions came to Silesse, one night. They dragged us away to Alster… Mother never left there alive…

Lewyn: I… you’ve had such a hard life…

Tinni: Mm… Hilda hated Mother so much. I’ve never seen anything like it. Mother coped with so much, trying to protect me from Hilda. She was always in tears, right till the end…

Lewyn: She… she did…?

Tinni: Lord Lewyn? Is… is everything okay, sir?

Lewyn: … Yeah. Why do you ask?

Tinni: It’s your eyes, sir. Are those… tears?

Lewyn: I… no, it’s nothing. This is just a bit of sweat. I’m fine… I… I’m okay…

I like this conversation for a few reasons. First, it gives Tinni a ridiculous +5 magic, which is wonderful for these conversation bonuses and pushes her to her magic cap of 27. But on a story front, you’ve probably noticed that Lewyn has become kind of a douche in the years since the first generation. This is one of the very few moments where that attitude breaks and he really shows you just how much he’s hurting beneath it all. He manages to hold up the Jerk Attitude for most of his other daughter conversations (he can have one with Fee, Lene, or Tinni if he’s their dad) but this is the only one he breaks down on. Learning your wife was essentially tortured to death will do that, and it probably only hurts more because Tinni isn’t trying to guilt him over it. Just innocently sharing how awful her life has been.

It’s a good, solid, quiet little character moment. I really like those when they’re done well, and I think this one was.

End turn.

Way to kill the emotion, jerk.

After murdering that buzzkill, I have to consider the situation. Ishtar is by far the weaker of the two enemies, but she’s not weak by any means. And unfortunately, anywhere that she can go, Julius can go too, thanks to the Leg Ring in his inventory. Getting them separate is hard. So what I’m going to do is have Ares, with the Mystletainn in hand, stand on a forest tile in Julius’s range. I will also put Nanna, Seliph, and Dermott near him; with boosts from two Charisma skills, Seliph’s leadership stars, and a forest, he gets something like a 45% boost to his dodging, which even Julius should have some trouble with. And even if he takes one hit, his Resistance is high enough that he should be able to survive. And from there, I have all of them run past him with Arthur, giving him a similar bonus to his offense and offsetting Julius’s own five leadership stars when he fights Ishtar. With luck, which I seem to be having lately with these big annoying bosses, Arthur will nuke the crap out of his cousin once again.

This might work. Maybe! Or I might die. End turn!

Gotta admit, the man makes an impression! Ares takes the hit, but survives with 21 HP left, and Ishtar runs up behind Julius, but can’t reach anyone to blast. But we can reach her. Deep breath. Moment of truth. Everyone, get her! NUCLEAR ROCKET TAG GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I’m hoping you don’t notice how many of my problems I have been solving with Forseti. Like… all of them. Seriously, of the three hardest bosses in the game so far, Ishtar, Arion, and Ishtar again, Arthur has killed all three of them on his first move, doing the exact same thing. I have dealt with every serious challenge the game has to offer by nuking it with a wind god.

If this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

Oh, and hey, why not.

This kid is going places.

Now then, not much left on the map to deal with. I have Lene dance Cairpre, so he can grab one of the two remaining villages.

Captain… Nay, GENERAL Obvious: Just a single glance into those eyes of his and you’re gone. You lose yourself. So many of my friends and people my age have all left for Belhalla to serve him… I’ve heard nothing from any of ‘em since.

Oh-ho. So, does this mean Julius can literally warp the minds of others? It can’t be limitless, mind you, since otherwise he could just mind-rape our army into joining him, but some ability to sway the weak-minded to his side would fit with how so few Imperial citizens are actually protesting the whole… you know. Hunting of children.

On the enemy phase, there isn’t a whole lot left. We have only three enemies left outside the boss, and they’re all carrying siege tomes.

And hahaha, they’re not super great at picking targets. That was fun. Now, let’s destroy them!

Not bad at all! One guy remaining, we can get him on the next turn before Seliph takes that castle. Altena grabs the last village, as well.

Extremely Morbid Info Master: Hate t’say it, but sometimes, yeh need t’make sacrifices if yeh wanna keep going…

See, kids, this is why you don’t fuck with Info Master. He is willing to make those sacrifices. End turn!

Dick.

… They can’t all be great, Cairpre. You’ve still grown far beyond anything I ever expected. Now, nothing left to do but send the team up north, preparing to go where the story will dictate after we take the next castle. Seliph, care to set things up?

Lewyn: I hate to admit it, but I doubt we could’ve gotten here soon enough either way. Now, then. It sounds like they’re just finishing up repairs on the Miletos Strait bridge. Ready to move in on Chalphy?

Seliph: Chalphy…. My father’s homeland….

Lewyn: So it is. I’m betting the citizens there will be even happier to see you than usual. Let’s not make them wait any longer!

Seliph: Indeed! Everyone, move out! Onward, to Chalphy!

(“We’re not forgetting anything, right? Eh, I’m sure Julia would remind us if we were.”)

Well. There isn’t a whole lot of this chapter left, but it can take quite a bit of time to successfully pull off, so I do think I’ll stop here. See y’all next week when we head back home to Chalphy! The very first castle we ever had in the game, and now we get to go take it back from another blast to the past, good old Arvis! I sure did miss him.

But my aim is improving.

See y’all next week!

#let's play #let's play fire emblem #let's play fire emblem IV #Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War #fire emblem 4 #lp #my writing #long post #Julius is a jerk

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Rattus Rattus- Chapter 3: Guinea Pig Nibbling

Finally! I only have two exams left, so I should be updating more consistently, maybe after my History exam on Monday, I’ll write a Halloween special? I’d like that. Either way, here we finally have Pushkin! Hopefully I’ve added more to his character to make him somewhat likeable (He got cheated out of canon real bad let’s be real...) Thank you for your continued support!

Trigger Warnings for this chapter:

-Implied disordered eating (this is loosely based off irl Nikolai’s experiences of abuse- so the nature of said disorder will be somewhat expanded on during their school arc- however will not be romanticised and will have a respectful portrayal as I can try)

"Whatcha doing here?" The voice comes from the ceiling, as a pair of eyes and curly orange hair peer over him.

"I just transferred here."

The other boy clamours down, and Fyodor notices he has chubby cheeks and a solid build. "Pushkin. Alexander Pushkin."

"Okay."

"…I really thought you'd react more. That's like, the whole cool thing about those violent movies- the stoic villain, calm and cool as he loads his gun and pow…or something like that."

"Why are the pillows a mess?" He glances at the pile, in the corner of the wall.

"I'm testing my aim. Y'see, I've always had perfect accuracy for these things- I wanna be a marksman or something." He tugs on his hoodie strings proudly, "I'll have you know I hold the school's record for most vases shattered- marbles, paperclips, waterguns."

"So this is why you're in the worst room?" Fyodor grabs the pillows, setting them neatly on the bottom bunk.

"Ack- well, the room isn't that bad, I just keep a lotta stuff. Gum, paper clips, straws- you name it. Hope that won't be a problem?"

"As long as I have my own maintained space of cleanliness, it won't have to be." Fyodor shrugs.

"Fair enough, fair enough. I'm a senior here- so I'll get more space, 'course."

"A senior? Kolya and I are-"

"Wait- Gogol himself?!" Pushkin's eyes open wider, "Wait, you're 'rat boy'."

"…Is the name…really necessary?" How strange…the events of today already spread.

"Oh shit, that was a riot! I have to hand it to you two, you got caught by a tough customer. Usually you can spout something self-righteous and 'self-improvement'-ish and most of them will leave you alone." Pushkin chuckles, "Don't worry, it'll blow over, kehehehe."

"What an odd laugh."

"Look, a good villain needs a good laugh, okay? Some people have morning rites, some people practise their evil laughter…" He hums in thought, "I bet Gogol's the kinda kid that does. Go on, rat. Try it, kehehehe."

"As much as I love mice, I'd prefer a better name."

"You haven't told me your name yet though."

"Fyodor."

"Okay, Fyodor- give me your evil laughter."

Fyodor takes a breath. Hm, well, it's an easy enough way to gain favour with a potential ally.

"…Ha ha ha ha ha."

"Uh…"

"Haha…ha ha ha…"

"Fyodor…"

"…Ha ha."

"…" Pushkin scratches his cheek, "Well…the good thing is that you'll make me look good."

"That's rather cruel."

"Kehehehehe!" He snickers, offering a high five. "See? Nailed it."

"Kol- Nikolai is a much better comedian."

Pushkin makes an overdramatic pained noise, "Keheheh, well I won't try to mess things up between you two. You and Gogol, that is."

"Now why would you do that?" Fyodor has an inkling Pushkin wouldn't do that kind of thing, but he's certainly...something. Wait, him and Gogol don't have a 'thing' in the first place- they literally just met.

"Hmph, I don't know." Pushkin shrugs, "People around me always get real pissed."

Perhaps it's because of his fouler language, "At you?"

"Nah, nah." He waves a hand dismissively, "I've always been a real terrible mediator. I try get in between two people fighting and they want to fight even more!"

"Maybe you're just antagonising."

"Don't be so rude. I coulda deceived you and said I hid the bodies of the other two that were in this room, but I didn't." He folds his arms, "You're lucky it's just us two, if it was one more, you'd be stuffed- you're a pretty scrawny kid."

"So...the other two people fought here? With no provocation?"

"Eh well...okay- maybe as a little prank- I spitballed them and made it look like the other person did it." At Fyodor's raised eyebrow he moved his hands quickly, "But even when I admitted it, something I rarely do, mind- they were fucking breaking bones and shit!"

Fyodor flinches a little, "Must be some bad luck."

"Yeah, so they're in the hospital and they both got expelled- not my fault. I might look stocky but I'm not that great at punching."

"You could probably throw me." Fyodor mumbles, "For the record, that is not encouraging you to."

"Heh, I probably could. Maybe I will…" He shakes his head, "Nah- the greatest pleasure taken is watching the big people fall down. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, the more I cackle."

"I am starting to rethink your innocence…" Fyodor turns to the door.

"Hey, hey, hey! Come on." He cackles, "You're an interesting one, Fyodor. Gogol too, I think I'll keep an eye out for you two, as a good ol' senior."

"How kind of you, but I have no intention of owing anyone anything." Fyodor reaches into his pockets, getting some of the lemon drops for potential bribery. "Also, sadly- there will be someone else taking residence in the room."

"As long as I get the top bunk I'm fine with it, I ain't the one getting hurt."

"No, you see…" Now here is an interesting test to see if Pushkin is to be trusted. "I have a pet." He picks up the rat.

"Oh my god- you are Rat Boy." Pushkin snickers.

"His name is Myskin."

"Wow, real creative. That's like naming a kid 'humanie'."

"I'll keep quiet on any of your wrongdoings, and provide alibis for you as need be, you keep quiet and protect him." Fyodor tosses some lemon drops on the table, "To sweeten the deal."

"These are the sherbet-filled ones…very nice, very nice." Pushkin pops one in his mouth, "Alright, alright. Pleasure doing business- I'll give you the bottom bunk and the table, I'll get the other half and the top bunk for miscellaneous supplies."

"Miscellaneous supplies?"

"Jeez, I'm in my first year of high school- I'm not carrying drugs. Just don't fucking touch it."

"Okay, I wasn't trying to attack you for it." Fyodor shrugs, flopping on the bed. "No need to be so abrasive."

"…Ugh- yeah, pardon." He rubs the back of his neck, "I can't yell my head off- you say damn and everyone freaks out, so things kinda slip out. Wait, why the hell am I apologising?" He groans, messing his hair a bit, "You're a sucky roommate."

"I wouldn't really know."

"Fine…" He fiddles with his hoodie pocket, cursing a little as there's a soft beep. "I gotta go- get insulin and crap- feeling woozy, thanks for the drops." He opens the door, and Fyodor can just barely hear a, "Kehehe, Rat Boy."

Fyodor takes the time to sigh, and of course- check the top bunk to look at what Pushkin has. Insulin monitors, batteries, jelly beans, a multi-tool, 'Volume 3 of Tragic Duels of the 1800's' and a teddy bear. After inspecting these items and putting them back, Fyodor didn't particularly notice anything out of the ordinary, or rather- anything he wouldn't already expect.

He curls up, popping the candy in his mouth and waiting for the sugar to spill through as he stared up at the bed frame. Pushkin seems fickle, but Nikolai's moreso unflappable. He ponders for a moment if him and Nikolai could ever fight. It's entertaining to consider Nikolai covered in someone else's blood, but the idea of him getting hurt or the boy swinging a punch that doesn't magically warp into a hug is strange.

A hug? He tries to recall the feeling a little.

He doesn't have any particular attachment to his family. In a way, everything feels new and so much to take in. So many different kinds of air and noises too.

Ah- there's the sugar, it's a lot different from pills. The only thing worse than having to do math is having pills that are semi-dissolved in one's mouth.

He thinks back to the thought of Nikolai hugging him. He's definitely a hugger- though no such evidence has been presented, it's absolutely certain. Apparently, it's precisely seven seconds for a hug to have it's chemical effects- it's a shame it isn't a multiple of three. Would the effect be stacked if a hug continues or must it be repeated every seven seconds?

He reaches over to grab Myskin as his lab rat. 1…2…6…7. It's kind of nice. 8…27…53…Myskin squeaks softly…441…777…1563…

Wait shit. That was 26 minutes. He glances at the clock on the wall and he has 7 minutes to get there- one of which was most likely wasted on reading the analogue clock. Another which is wasted in not wanting to get up. He nestles Myskin in his bag, on his free day he'll have to get a cage…Rats need big cages though…What if he gets lonely? What if he needs a friend? What if he psychologically has a breakdown, gains a Napoleon complex and opposable thumbs and can hold an axe and ends up murdering one of the teachers?

And now he has 2 minutes.

That would be a very tiny axe though.

He puts on a jacket to hide the fact that he hasn't gotten changed out of his uniform, and...wait, where was the dining hall again?

And after circling his dorm approximately 2.521 times, he found it, smiling sheepishly at the stare of the teacher.

"Fedya!!! Fedya!!!" There were two arms frantically waving in one of the corner tables, of course belonging to Nikolai.

"You can yell quieter, you don't have to draw so much attention." Fyodor smiles a little, taking the seat next to...no, that's too much- the seat opposite Nikolai.

"But then what's the point? The purpose is to garner your attention." Nikolai shrugs, "Did you get settled?"

Fyodor thinks back to the 27 minutes spent hugging his rat instead of setting up his room. "...Somewhat."

"Oi, seat's taken?" Pushkin slides in next to Nikolai, and Fyodor internally curses that he should've done so earlier.

"Not until a second ago, who're you?"

"We're dorm mates..." Fyodor shrugs, "Actually, wouldn't you have other people to sit with?"

"Eh, not really..." Pushkin shrugs, "Constantly skip class, being the one left in between brawls…"

"Hm?" Nikolai tilts his head, "Isn't there policies against that?"

"Gogol, Gogol." Pushkin smiles a little, "Look at me."

"I am looking at you." Nikolai nods, "…?"

"Pushkin."

"Yes, I am still looking at you." "Am I really the kind of person that cares about that kinda thing?"

"No, not particularly- you seem like the kinda person that puts chewing gum under tables."

"Are you serious? That's what you think of me? I'm cut, Gogol." Pushkin huffs, "I have standards- I put them in the bin."

"Oh, the food's ready. I think it's schi." Fyodor mumbles, putting his hands over his ears a little- thankful they got a side table.

"Alright, I'm going up." Pushkin moves, "You guys want me to swipe some extra bread?"

"No, I think I'll wait." Fyodor waves a hand dismissively.

"Ah- I'm not that hungry." Nikolai mumbles.

Pushkin shrugs, moving to join the queue.

"You sure?" Fyodor turns to Nikolai, "I know cabbage isn't the greatest thing in the world, but you didn't have anything for lunch."

"Ah- I had some while I was in my dorm room."

"More communion wafers, or bread?"

Nikolai laughs, "Bread, bread. I had a sandwich, some water." He's looking away a little, or maybe it's just because of his eye.

Fyodor mulls over the sentence, "Do you have a lot of carrots?" Fyodor points to his own left eye. "I mean, not to be insensitive or anything."

"No, no- it's fine." Nikolai smiles, "It's not really that- I just kinda have…what's it called? Cataracts?"

"Oh, so your lens is clouded."

"Yeah- but I'm gonna get surgery for it later, probably after I graduate- it's apparently pretty easy."

"Ah I se-" Fyodor coughs, "I get it."

"It's no big deal- it's fine- but it does help when I glare at people, with an 'evil eye'."

"That's great and all- but I don't think I can imagine you actively glaring at people."

Nikolai puffs his chest out, "Well, that's because I'm hiding my true powers!"

"…You have powers, you remember that right?" Fyodor deadpans.

"…Oh." Nikolai pouts, "Dammit. Forgot about that."

"You guys gonna get food or what?" Pushkin sits down.

"Yeah, I think I will." Fyodor stands up, "You want to join me?"

Nikolai glances at Pushkin raising an eyebrow, "Sure."

The two get up, moving along the line, "You okay with the noise? You keep blocking your ears…"

"Ah- well, it's fine, I'm just not used to it…"

"Hm..." Nikolai hums in thought, "Maybe you should get some headphones or something to muffle it…"

"That would look ridiculous though, constantly walking around like that."

"Well- it's an idea!" Nikolai moves along the queue, skipping the soup- getting some salad.

"You hate cabbage?"

"I prefer borscht." Nikolai shrugs, averting his eyes away from the table of staff in front of him. Fyodor swears one of them was staring at them, but…considering the fiasco during the day- that's to be expected, right?

Still, there was something odd- as Pushkin tried to push Nikolai to eat some bread as the other poked around in his salad, trying to talk to Fyodor about the classes they had to avoid Pushkin's scolding.

"Honestly…I'm just trying to look out for him."

"If he doesn't want it, we shouldn't push him."

Pushkin groans, "Heh, well at least I sneaked it into his jacket pocket- he's gonna wake up in the middle of the night, stomach grumbling- and reach into his pocket and 'wow! That Pushkin is a real nice guy, ain't he?' Kehehehe…"

"I suppose." That's useful- he's a sneak, but somewhat okay. A decent enough ally.

"I'm gonna go back to the dorm- the rat isn't gonna bother anything, right?"

Fyodor shakes his head, "No- I put him in a container I put holes in…It's not good- but it'll do until I get a cage on the free day."

"Alright." Pushkin shrugs, leaving Fyodor to walk around the place, peering in to notice

Nikolai washing up.

"You need some help?" Fyodor picks up some plates, struggling at the weight, before putting them on the sink.

"Oh…sure. You can dry them off." Nikolai gives him a towel. "I didn't really know what else to do, so I thought I'd help out…I guess."

Fyodor nods, drying the plates and cutlery. Nikolai's shirt sleeves are rolled up, and he notices the litheness of his arms.

"Fedya? You stopped." The words stir him, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine…" He turns his gaze back to the task at hand.

"Also, could you throw the bread in my jacket back?" Nikolai says, "I noticed Pushkin putting it in, but I didn't want to be rude."

"Ah, so you did." Fyodor shrugs, putting a hand in the other's jacket, grabbing the bread and- his hand feels plastic brushing against it.

"Just drop it."

Fyodor relinquishes his grip, as the garbage bin moves softly.

"I could've walked, you know- you didn't have to use your ability."

"I wanted to see if you would freak out over it."

They continue washing and drying, until the work thins. "Do you think there's other people with abilities?"

"Probably." Nikolai shrugs, "I'd like to think if you had one- it'd be kinda quiet, nothing flashy, something silent- but powerful."

"You think so?" Fyodor stifles a laugh, "I wouldn't call myself 'powerful'."

"Why not?" Nikolai smiles, "Okay, let's practise- carry as many bowls as you can into the cupboards."

Fyodor was heaving with four, Nikolai was effortlessly moving them ten at a time.

"You're using your ability, that's not fair." Fyodor pouts, "Anyone can lift something heavy for but a millisecond."

"Hmph, fine. I'll take seven, I bet!" Nikolai carrys them, resting his chin on the rims of the bowl, as his thin arms shake a little. "Al…most…-"

"You really shouldn't push your-" But Nikolai had already feel, the ceramic bowls going through his coat to clatter loudly against the counter.

"What's going on over there?" A teacher walks over, the same one that had issued them detention.

"We didn't have much homework, so we wanted to help clean up." Fyodor murmurs, "I was carrying too many plates and made Nikolai trip accidentally, is all."

"…" She scrunches her face, "Well, I appreciate your initiative to help, but I would rather you run along back to your rooms. Curfew will be approaching soon."

"Of course." Fyodor nods, helping Nikolai up. "Are you okay?"

Nikolai brushes himself off, "Yeah- it's weird, I should be fine with carrying that."

"It doesn't matter- but I think we've had enough cleaning up for today." Fyodor shrugs. "You won't trip on the way to your room, right?"

"Oh, come on- I'll be fine. Probably."

"Hmph, fine." They stand there, for a while. Are…they supposed to hug goodbye? Is that what friends do? He didn't do it with Pushkin. It felt nice with Myskin, it would be better with Nikolai, right? "Um…goodnight, Kolya."

Dammit. Maybe another night.

"Goodnight Fedya."

#fyogol #fyodor #gogol #bsd #nikolai #my writing #tw ed

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Anonymous | pt. iv

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Scenario: Tumblr AU Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader Word Count: 1230 Rating: T

Summary: Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met? You just shot to tumblr fame when the latest chapter of your webtoon went viral. Messages start flooding in – hundreds of people saying things good and bad alike. One anon catches your eye, and you find you just have to reply to them…

<< previous part x next part >>

Dear Author,

You’re invited to this year’s ComicCon! We are glad to extend this invitation to you and look forward to seeing you there.

Sincerely,

The WEBTOON Team

[7:06 PM] C: I saw your post about comiccon [7:06 PM] C: That’s huge wow [7:09 PM] You: It feels so surreal I still can’t believe this [7:10 PM] You: I mean I’ll get to meet all my favorite authors [7:11 PM] You: Like from ungodly and midnight moon [7:11 PM] You: Aaahhhh [7:11 PM] You: Sorry I’m fangirling haha [7:12 PM] You: Even us authors aren’t immune [7:13 PM] C: Hahahah that’s cute [7:14 PM] C: I bet they’re all just as excited to meet you [7:15 PM] C: I know I am ;) [7:18 PM] You: You’re coming??? Oh my god

Anonymous asked: so do we get jin-ho’s POV in today’s update pleaaaase i miss him

See for yourself! It’s up :)

Anonymous asked: fmk: jin-ho, seong-jin, or C ;)

WHY IS EVERYONE SHIPPING US

Anonymous asked: because we belong together ;) - C

Aaahhhh stop it, you ;;;;

[9:36 PM] C: Yeah, I’ll be there [9:36 PM] C: See if you can find out who I am [9:38 PM] You: Challenge accepted! [9:39 PM] You: But omg I’m so much more excited [9:40 PM] You: I get to meet my biggest fan hahah [9:40 PM] You: I’m nervous now [9:42 PM] C: Why lol I’m harmless [9:42 PM] You: I don’t know...what if I’m not what you’re expecting? [9:55 PM] C: Don’t worry, you’re perfect

Anonymous asked: idc if this is considered “hate” but i think you’re really rude. when readers are asking you questions or asking for updates you owe them a proper answer. not jokes you think are funny (they’re not btw)

Look, I’m not paying you guys to read my work. I don’t owe you anything

Anonymous asked: Why are you so secretive? Us fans want to know more about you ;)

I have the right to be as private as I want, thank you very much

Anonymous asked: Jeez I was just asking, chill

Yeah it didn’t sound like that

Anonymous asked: Just tell us your name come on. I’m not asking for your credit card number lol

I’d rather not

Anonymous asked: I have ways of finding out who you are. I was just asking to be polite

I’m blocking you.

[8:43 AM] You: i’m standing outside the building right now [8:43 AM] You: there’s a line, for, like, IDs and stuff [8:44 AM] Jia: hahah are u nervous? [8:46 AM] You: ugh what an understatement [8:47 AM] You: i feel like i’m going to throw up there are so many people already waiting in front [8:48 AM] You: i’m at the back entrance with the other artists right now [8:54 AM] Jia: good luck! everyone will love you don’t worry [8:54 AM] Jia: i’ll come maybe around noon. can’t wait to see everything <3

[1:25 PM] C: I’m in the building right now :) [1:25 PM] C: I can see your booth [1:26 PM] C: I can’t see you though, there are a lot of people around you [1:27 PM] C: Oh shit I can see you now [1:28 PM] C: Damn I’m so nervous I don’t think I can talk to you [1:29 PM] C: Okay you’re really busy I’m going to stop texting you now

[1:35 PM] You: C if you don’t show up I SWEAR TO GOD

[1:48 PM] You: C???

[2:05 PM] You: Did you even come?

[4:26 PM] You: You weren’t there :(

Anonymous asked: S don’t worry about that anon! real fans are always here to support you <3

Thank youuu ;-;

Anonymous asked: S I SAW YOU TODAY!!! YOU SIGNED MY HAND I’M NEVER WASHING IT EVER AGAIN

Haha I remember you! Please wash your hands though, hygiene is important ~ :D

just-another-shortcake:

Welcome to Fan Theory Hour again on my blog! So as you guys can see I’m totally obsessed with SS now. Aren’t we all though.

Anyway, so recap of the most recent update, plus my fangirl rambling: we open where we left off, with Yoon-ah sitting on the bridge. She’s thinking about Jin-ho, obviously, because she’s totally in love (fight me on this again, won’t you) and then she starts to walk back home. Still thinking about smooching Jin-ho, because remember, she has no idea he’s been kidnapped. She bumps into Ye-rin from school, who tells her the love of her life has been captured, cue tears from everyone, including myself.

Then the background goes dark and we get to see Jin-ho! Unfortunately he’s tied up, and not in the sexy way. We don’t see his face, but he’s obviously hurt, because there’s blood everywhere. Then there’s a dark figure. We don’t see this dude’s face either, until later, after they’re done with the standard villain/hero “I’m gonna kill your girlfriend” “Oh no please don’t kill my girlfriend she’s too hot to die” conversation (note: I never said my summary was accurate) we get a shot at the villain’s eyes! And they’re full black. Now, does this mean:

a) He’s some speshul Dark Vampire that has black eyes all the time b) He’s constantly possessed c) Author-nim forgot to draw the usual red eyes d) Something more sinister (DRUGS??) e) All of the above

Unfortunately, we didn’t get to see any of our side characters except Ye-rin. There was plenty of YoonJin angst to tide me over till the next episode though!

What do you guys think?

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[10:22 PM] C: Ahh S I’m so sorry! [10:22 PM] C: I was there! I met you

C is typing…

[10:23 PM] You: WHY DIDN’T YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF T_T

C is typing…

[10:24 PM] You: I have failed as an artist I don’t know who my number one fan is [10:24 PM] You: No but SERIOUSLY [10:25 PM] You: Ugh I can’t believe you scammed me like this

C is typing…

[10:26 PM] You: I mean, how do I know you were there for real [10:26 PM] C: I’m sorry okay forgive me [10:27 PM] C: I can prove I was there [10:27 PM] C: You were wearing a red jacket, white shirt, and blue jeans [10:28 PM] C: Um, you had a green water bottle with some kind of cartoon character on it [10:30 PM] You: …….. [10:31 PM] You: Okay fine I believe you [10:31 PM] You: Wait, so I met you? [10:31 PM] You: We talked? [10:32 PM] C: Haha yes [10:33 PM] C: You said you liked my hoodie and then you signed my poster of Yoon-ah [10:36 PM] You: I’m seriously trying to remember but I met so many people today [10:37 PM] You: I’m really tired too I can’t recollect any faces [10:37 PM] You: Disappointed :(

[11:06 PM] C: Ahh I’m sorry [11:07 PM] C: Maybe next time? At your own private fansign this time :) [11:07 PM] C: Go to sleep and rest well~

[1:18 AM] C: Do you really want to meet me?

a/n i’m sorry this is late, i wasn’t anticipating being so busy this week :( also THAT GIF HE’S SO CUTE

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straw-bana-blog · 7 years

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Ruby Sun

Friday

(5:13 p.m.) Hey Ruby what are we supposed to bring??? Blake said u said nothing but like (5:13 p.m.) We can’t bring NOTHING, y’know? (5:26 p.m.) Ruby. Pls (5:27 p.m.) we have to leave right now!!! Help me out here!! (5:30 p.m.) we’re leaving I’m bringing a literal dildo

(5:31 p.m.) nO (5:32 p.m.) pls dont sun im begging u

(10:58 p.m.) ur lucky I’m a good friend

(10:58 p.m.) i seriously would have died (10:58 p.m.) thank u for not ruining my innocent soul

(11:03 p.m.) I wouldn’t have done it you know. I don’t even have a dildo. Where do ppl get them?? Do they just magically appear under ur bed?

(11:04 p.m.) :)

Sunday

(8:47 a.m.) hey r u busy??

(8:48 a.m.) I mean it’s summer holidays and it’s before 9 in the morning on a sunday, but nah I’m free

(8:52 a.m.) gr8. meet me @ my place in 10

(8:53 a.m.) ????? where are ur manners young lady

(8:58 a.m.) pls? :)

(8:59 a.m) I’ll be there in 15 (1:43 p.m.) u make it back ok?

(1:45 p.m.) ye (1:46 p.m.) just got back now y?

(1:52 p.m.) just making sure you’re ok (1:56 p.m.) sorry we ended up being out so late… my bad

(1:57 p.m.) don’t worry about it, like I said, it was my fault too. I just needed to talk to someone, thanks for listening.

(1:57 p.m.) hey I’m just glad you came to me first (1:58 p.m.) also I think this is the first time u actually used proper grammar wow

(1:59 p.m.) i can use proper grammar whenevr i want 2 ty vry much (1:59 p.m.) and actually I messaged Blake first :^)

(2:01 p.m.) ur evil

(2:02 p.m.) u kno u love it (2:02 p.m.) + what did u expect ur sis is HOT

(2:03 p.m.) somebody, please kill me.

(8:53 p.m.) hey sun what r u doing tomorrow?

(8:55 p.m.) ruby i love u but I CAN’T go for another 5 hour walk tomorrow (8:55 p.m.) I will literally die (8:56 p.m.) I can already feel my legs turning to lead. please. have mercy.

(8:58 p.m.) nono, Yang wants to know if u and blake wanna come over tomorrow and do a movie marathon (8:58 p.m.) we’re inviting weiss too, if that helps blake :p (8:59 p.m.) but trust me i think my legs r about to fall off 2. so much regret…(8:59 p.m.) i think it’s a sign i should start working out again.

(9:00 p.m.) you used to work out?? When? (9:00 p.m.) as a kid??

(9:01 p.m.) o yea, u weren’t here yet back then… (9:02 p.m.) ok u have to promise not to laugh here.

(9:04 p.m.) why would I laugh at you?? have u seen my abs??? being strong is cool

(9:05 p.m.) yeah when it’s for cool reasons. (9:06 p.m.) I…. used to fence…..

(9:07 p.m.) …...as in put fences up?

(9:07 p.m.) sGVajhKhBkdu I’m leaving

(9:08 p.m.) no! no I’m just kidding ruby don’t go! I’m sorry it’s just a little funny (9:10 p.m.) you’re just not the type of person I imagine fencing I guess…? (9:23 p.m.) ruby pls…. (9:48 p.m.) Blake said she can come if that helps…… (9:52 p.m.) which means I can come too? (9:57 p.m.) why do u do this.

Tuesday

(1:30 a.m.) hey u still awake??

(1:32 a.m.) yeah, got Blake on me tho. Trapped. (1:33 a.m.) she’s heavier than u would think

(1:34 a.m.) ye, yang and weiss r actually cuddling rn it’s kinda cute

(1:35 a.m.) better not tell Blake in the morning

(1:35 a.m.) i’m not stupid enough to, i dont wanna die so young

(1:36 a.m.) so what are you still doing up??

(1:36 a.m.) i could ask u the same thing

(1:36 a.m.) dodge the question much? Don’t make me come over there and tickle it out of u. u know i will

(1:37 a.m.) it really isn’t anything serious actually. I just couldn’t sleep I guess?? I’ve been having more and more trouble lately. And it’s even harder with everyone else sleeping in the same room. (1:37 a.m.) like I love Yang but her snoring…. I’m surprised weiss hasn’t woken up or kicked her or something already

(1:38 a.m.) oh i’m sorry. and we were all being pretty loud too when you decided to try and get some sleep earlier… did you even get any?

(1:39 a.m.) nah, but don’t worry :) I don’t normally sleep that much anyway.

(1:40 a.m.) jeez i’m sorry ruby. I’ll remember for next time. Do you want me to let you try and get some sleep?

(1:40 a.m.) no don’t worry about it sun, honestly. I’ll get a couple hours at least. It’ll just take me a while to actually get to sleep

(1:41 a.m.) do u want me to wake up Blake and we can leave?? That might help. We could just wake everyone up and all go home… (1:41 a.m.) I know you still live with Yang, but I can’t help that. You just gotta live with it.

(1:42 a.m.) don’t worry, I’m not that worried about Yang :p (1:42 a.m.) really though, don’t worry. It’s not something that can be helped (1:43 a.m.) I think even if I was in a dark and silent room, I’d still have trouble sleeping you know? (1:44 a.m.) It’s not really something I’ve talked about with anyone else but… I’ve been having nightmares ever since Yang lost her arm. (1:45 a.m.) before you say anything, I know it was an accident, but it still scares me, you know? I’m not a stranger to death, but seeing my sister come that close…

(1:45 a.m.) Hey, Ruby don’t worry about explaining yourself to me. You know I’ll support you no matter what right? (1:46 a.m.) Look. I know we’re not really the best of friends, but I care about you. A lot. Probably more than you think. I think you’re strong and cool, and looking back I probably should have known you would have done fencing or SOMETHING, with your love of weapons. (1:47 a.m.) I just want you to know I care about you. So if you ever need to talk, like yesterday.. I’m here for you. That includes talking about your nightmares, and everything that happened with Yang.

(1:49 a.m.) thanks sun. I’m sorry for bothering you again. I promise, there’s nothing majorly wrong with me, it’s just some nightmares. Really. I’ll come to you if I ever think it’s starting to become more. And I won’t even pretend to message Blake first :p

(1:50 a.m.) No problem, Rubes. I’m glad you trust me enough to share this sorta stuff with.

(1:50 a.m.) :) (1:54 a.m.) Hey (1:54 a.m.) do u wanna know why I quit fencing? It’s actually a funny story.

(1:55 a.m.) shoot.

(1:56 a.m.) well actually, the funny story is why I STARTED fencing, but it’s all the same story anyway. (1:57 a.m.) so actually the reason I started is because I wanted to swing a sword around (what a shocker :p) and I thought fencing would be cool. I thought I’d get to stab some people and learn how to swing a sword (1:58 a.m.) what I didn’t know was that you don’t get a sword. And you don’t even really get to swing your sword around a lot. You just sorta… poke ppl. (1:59 a.m.) anyway, I was actually pretty good for a while… I got into the national championship. Everyone was super proud of me. Yang and dad came to every game. My uncle Qrow even made it to the finals. (2:00 a.m.) Then I lost. (2:00 a.m.) The funny thing was, I didn’t even really care. Everyone else seemed to be way more disappointed than I was. I was just… glad it was over and I didn’t have to go to another, harder match. (2:01 a.m.) so I quit. I’d kept going because I was making everyone proud, I kept going because I was good. But once I had nothing left to do it for, I just… Couldn’t bring myself to even try. (2:02 a.m.) anyway dad was… let’s just say really upset. It was super dramatic. But Yang… She understood why, I think. (2:03 a.m.) she just gave me a slap on the back and said ‘Competition too easy for you eh? I know what that’s like.’ (2:04 a.m.) I always appreciated that she just understood me and let it go, you know? And now sometimes I go to martial arts practise with her and just watch. She’s pretty good at hand-to-hand. (2:05 a.m.) sometimes I think about just following her footsteps. But I think I need to find something that I’m good at all on my own.

(2:07 a.m.) You just keep on surprising me Ruby. (2:07 a.m.) No but really, that’s actually mature of you. I think it’s pretty cool you want to find something for yourself.

(2:08 a.m.) I’ve always been the type to try and walk my own path, I guess.

(2:09 a.m.) That doesn’t surprise me at all.

(2:11 a.m.) hey im gonna go to bed now, but thanks for listening sun. i feel a lot better :)

(2:12 a.m.) no problem

Wednesday

(1:25 p.m.) hELP (1:26 p.m.) yang is chasing me. i think shes going 2 kill me (1:26 p.m.) she MAY be covered in grape soda…. from a can… that i may have shook up… a lot (1:28 p.m.) sun pls help???

(1:31 p.m.) I think I’m good, rubes. shes ur sister

(1:32 p.m.) D: (1:35 p.m.) you’re lucky im a fast runner. otherwise i think i would be ded (1:37 p.m.) im not even joking. yang MIGHT have been wearing her new white shirt….. and it may or may not be stained right now… hehe (1:38 p.m.) u should have seen the look on her face when she realised it was me. hilarious

(1:38 p.m.) what r we going to do with u…. honestly (1:39 p.m.) u NEVER stick around to watch the crime. they can’t blame u if they can’t see u ;)

(1:42 p.m.) I think you might be a bad influence on me….

(1:43 p.m.) D: (1:44 p.m.) excuse u which one of us is the junior detective huh? That’s right. me

(1:45 p.m.) i think ur forgetting which one of us stowed away on a ship to get here

(1:46 p.m.) u got me there, princess

(1:46 p.m.) ;) (2:03 p.m.) hey what are u doing right now anyway???

(2:05 p.m.) on the clock actually. a junior detective’s work is never done!

(2:06 p.m.) ha-ha (2:06 p.m.) no but really.

(2:08 p.m.) no really, I am actually on the clock right now, why?

(2:09 p.m.) oh (2:11 p.m.) no reason I was just curious. Blake said u weren’t at home (2:12 p.m.) i though maybe u had gone and got urself a girlfriend or something ;

(2:15 p.m.) Nah. I know I flirt a lot with other girls.. but I don’t really want to date anyone right now

(2:23 p.m.) oh ok. (2:25 p.m.) i was just joking u know. i know ur not really that kinda guy (2:26 p.m.) You’re too nice

(2:29 p.m.) u calling me a nice guy??? (2:33 p.m.) you’re gonna ruin my bad boy cred :^(

(2:35 p.m.) haha don’t worry. i’ll keep ur secret :^)

(2:40 p.m.) knew i could trust u red

(2:43 p.m.) ugh. regretting it already

(2:45 p.m.) what? don’t like it?

(2:46 p.m.) doesn’t it sound creepy 2 u????

(2:49 p.m.) should i just stick to princess? ;)

(2:52 p.m.) pls…. although it is better than red……

(2:55 p.m.) I’m taking that as a yes, princess!

(2:59 p.m.) why r we even friends…..

(3:01 p.m.) u know u love it

Friday

(11:48 p.m.) hey, you wanna go for a midnight walk

(11:52 p.m.) but… it’s cold

(11:53 p.m.) It’s summer! (11:54 p.m.) :(

(11:55 p.m.) how about u come over here? u can join me in my blanket nest ^^

(11:56 p.m.) that is so… (11:56 p.m.) adorable. (11:57 p.m.) alright I’m in. be over in 10?

(11:59 p.m.) :D

Saturday

(4:32 a.m.) hey u make it back ok? i feel bad u had to walk back in the dark alone…

(4:33 a.m.) don’t worry, I’m a big strong man <3 (4:34 a.m.) which means if I got stabbed, I could yell SO loud. (4:34 a.m.) im sure you’d come save me

(4:35 a.m.) ….but it’s so cold outside….

(4:35 a.m.) RUBY! (4:36 a.m.) D’:

(4:39 a.m.) im sorry… you’ll be remembered sun

(4:42 a.m.) i wouldn’t need to be remembered if u would come outside and save me!!!

(4:43 a.m.) sun was such a great guy, everybody loved him and his loud, girly screams….

(4:45 a.m.) i guess I’ll just save myself then :^( (4:47 a.m.) i’ll be my own knight in shining armour

(4:50 a.m.) good for u!!! u don’t need no man

(4:52 a.m.) i might if i was getting STABBED, ruby

(4:53 a.m.) nah, girl power sun!

(4:54 a.m.) I think that only counts if you’re actually a girl.

(4:56 a.m.) girl power is good for everybody!

(4:57 a.m.) except when ur getting STABBED. did i mention???

(4:59 a.m.) you big baby (4:59 a.m.) fine… I guess I would force myself to leave the sweet, warm embrace of my blanket nest for u…. If u were getting stabbed.

(5:01 a.m.) :) (3:06 p.m.) hey, do u wanna go to the movies with me tonight? (3:09 p.m.) just you and me

(3:09 p.m.) oh sorry, i already asked yang, is that ok?? It can just be the three of us if u want?

(3:12 p.m.) yea thats fine. (3:13 p.m.) but I get to pick the movie this time!

(3:15 p.m.) noo you always pick those buddy cop movies!! They’re all the saaame! People shoot each other and the cops always win

(3:18 p.m.) hey, Try Hard 3: Try harderest is a classic and you can’t deny it! You know you loved watching it (3:23 p.m.) besides, last time u picked we watched a stupid movie about a dying dog

(3:25 p.m.) hey, how was I supposed to know the dog was going to die??? it traumatized me just as much (3:27 p.m.) and if it was so stupid, then why were u crying 10 minutes in????

(3:32 p.m.) hey little bobby finding out Bud had cancer was an emotional, tender moment where ANYONE would have cried. (3:32 p.m.) Anyone who didn’t is a monster.

(3:34 p.m.) hmm… (3:36 p.m.) anyway, Yang said she wants to go see Injustice 5 (3:37 p.m.) it’s still an action movie, so you should be happy right?

(3:40 p.m.) well… (3:41 p.m.) it’s no Try Hard 3, but it’s better than whatever you might suggest.

(3:42 p.m.) hey! (3:43 p.m.) I can pick out good movies, just you watch. Next time we go let me pick. I’ll prove u wrong

(3:45 p.m.) deal. (3:45 p.m.) but next time no inviting Yang. just the two of us.

(3:47 p.m.) you’re weird (3:49 p.m.) but deal. I’m gonna pick a movie so great u will bow before me! (3:52 p.m.) and then you’ll have to pay for the next movie

(3:53 p.m.) yeah yeah, but I’m only paying for you! (3:54 p.m.) and if i win u have to buy me dinner :p

(3:56 p.m.) as if I would ever lose!

(3:59 p.m.) yeah well i think no matter what happens, i’m not losing either ;)

(3:59 p.m.) again. ur weird

(4:01 p.m.) ;* <3

Thursday

(2:31 a.m.) I’m boreed.

(2:32 a.m.) and I’m sleepy (2:32 a.m.) what’s up??

(2:33 a.m.) idk. just cant sleep i guess

(2:34 a.m.) is there something i can do?

(2:35 a.m.) not sure. talk to me

(2:36 a.m.) about what?

(2:37 a.m.) i dont know, puppies? unicorns and rainbows??? whatevers on your mind

(2:38 a.m.) ok puppies ARE always on my mind, but unicorns and rainbows sun? Really??

(2:38 a.m.) hey im not the innocent one of the group ok (2:39 a.m.) what do u think about then?

(2:41 a.m.) idk… regular stuff??? my friends, my family… people i care about. also puppies

(2:42 a.m.) yea i got that part. (2:42 a.m.) and i guess i just thought maybe (2:43 a.m.) idk (2:43 a.m.) that you thought about crushes or something (2:44 a.m.) that’s what most ppl think about

(2:46 a.m.) yeah i guess. sometimes i do. idk i don’t really have any crushes right now (2:47 a.m.) unless you count my undying love for cookies. (2:47 a.m.) and Blake’s thighs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(2:48 a.m.) ur so weird ruby (2:49 a.m.) you’re supposed to be the innocent one

(2:50 a.m.) oh you know im only kidding. (2:51 a.m.) blakes too in love with weiss anyway

(2:51 a.m.) if she wasn’t, would you like her??

(2:52 a.m.) what do you mean?

(2:53 a.m.) i was just asking. since we were already on the topic of crushes anyway

(2:54 a.m.) I guess (2:55 a.m.) nah but really. i liked blake once but… it was just a stupid crush (2:56 a.m.) and anyway that was before u got here.

(2:57 a.m.) what does that mean??

(2:58 a.m.) what? Nothing??? I just meant it was a while ago

(2:59 a.m.) oh ok

(3:01 a.m.) you’ve been weirdly interested in crushes lately

(3:02 a.m.) not really. i’ve been asking everyone. guess im just curious

(3:04 a.m.) u want to talk about something?

(3:08 a.m.) not really (3:09 a.m.) anyways thanks 4 curing my boredom (3:09 a.m.) I’m gonna go to bed now

(3:10 a.m.) hey don’t leave!! now i cant sleep :(

(3:11 a.m.) goodnight ;*

(3:12 a.m.) Sun Wukong u get ur butt back here (3:15 a.m.) sun pls (3:22 a.m.) ugh goodnight

Friday

(5:47 p.m.) hey yang and i are gonna be a little late (5:47 p.m.) we kinda crashed

(5:48 p.m.) what???! On her bike???? Were you guys wearing helmets? Are you okay?????

(5:50 p.m.) yeah, yeah we’re fine. It’s nothing major, we just have to exchange insurance details with the guy who ran into us. (5:51 p.m.) yang’s got a big cut on her leg but she said she’ll just bandage it when we get over there.

(5:52 p.m.) you guys aren’t even going to the hospital?? Go to the hospital!!!

(5:53 p.m.) calm down, monkey boy. We’re fine, really. it isn’t a big deal. Yang’s bike even still works

(5:54 p.m.) leave it there, im coming to get u guys (5:57 p.m.) where r u

(5:59 p.m.) you don’t need to sun we’re like, 5 minutes away.

(5:59 p.m.) already in the car bout 2 drive (6:00 p.m.) call me 2 tell me where u r

(6:01 p.m.) u really don’t need to…. But ok

(11:59 p.m.) hey where did u go?

Saturday

(12:00 a.m.) I just went for a walk. I needed to clear my head

(12:01 a.m.) hey if this is about earlier im sorry

(12:02 a.m.) nono, i just needed some fresh air dw (12:02 a.m.) it was just a bit crowded in there

(12:03 a.m.) rubes, it was just the gang. (12:04 a.m.) what’s really going on

(12:05 a.m.) it’s nothing (12: 06 a.m.) i guess im just thinking about what you said earlier

(12:07 a.m.) that? i said don’t worry about that. its not your problem.

(12:10 a.m.) no that’s not what i meant (12:11 a.m.) forget about it

(12:12 a.m.) what does that mean??? (12:12 a.m.) what did i say? (12:15 a.m.) ruby??? (1:03 a.m.) hey at least come back, ok? i promise i won’t make u talk about it (1:16 a.m.) just come back ok?

(1:29 a.m.) im already home, don’t worry. u guys stay there (1:32 a.m.) I think I just need a little sleep (1:34 a.m.) im not really feeling well

(1:35 a.m.) well it’s no wonder when you were out in the cold for 2 hours (1:36 a.m.) im coming over

(1:38 a.m.) no just stay over there ok? You guys have fun

(1:39 a.m.) ruby. Clearly im not going to have fun if you’re not here.

(1:42 a.m.) sure you will. Everything’s fun if you’re there

(1:43 a.m.) ok I’m really coming over there now.

(1:44 a.m.) and i’m going to bed (1:45 a.m.) have fun with your party, monkey boy

(1:45 a.m.) hey I’m the only one giving out nicknames here (1:47 a.m.) sleep well x

Sunday

(11:30 a.m.) hey are you feeling any better? Yang told me you’ve been throwing up

(11:34 a.m.) how nice of her. (11:35 a.m.) I’m ok. I think I really did get sick being out in the cold for hours…

(11:36 a.m.) told u (11:38 a.m.) do you want me to come over and make you soup?

(11:45 a.m.) yes please (11:46 a.m.) you’re the best

(11:49 a.m.) I know right? ;) (11:49 a.m.) anyways I’ll be over in 10 ok? In the meantime pls don’t die on me

(11:53 a.m.) yes because that’s exactly my plan

(11:54 a.m.) it’s a very good plan, princess.

(11:57 a.m.) don’t patronize me, Wukong (→_→)

(11:59 a.m.) please you love it

(12:01 a.m.) … (12:02 a.m.) <3

(12:02 a.m.) :D

#strawbana #red sun #sun x ruby #ruby x sun #ruby rose #sun wukong #rwby #writing #mine #feel free to reblog here #but go read it on ao3 pls #the note at the beginning explains things a bit #anyways heres quite a long fic about my babies #i love them so #Belladonna Siblings AU

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natasha-cole · 7 years

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Ready Steady Part 27

*Smashes face on keyboard* Here, I wrote another chapter?

Summary: Reader attends her baby shower, still feeling guilty over her previous behavior. She expresses her concerns and fears to Rob, hoping that he can comfort her.

Word Count: 3283

Warnings: mostly fluff and slight angst

Note: For the sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!

Another Note: I don’t know what I’m doing anymore… this is terrible and I apologize.

Catch up: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26

After having spent the next week recovering from your embarrassment over your false accusations against Rob and Briana, you finally had something to look forward to today. Sure, you had ruined the surprise that they had been working on for a while; but knowing that you were going to get to spend the day with Rob and all of your friends at your baby shower helped to make you feel better.

You watched Rob as he got ready, wondering how he managed to put up with you half the time. You had spent the last week apologizing and feeling terrible about things, and he continued to calmly remind you that none of that mattered anymore. He also felt terrible for sneaking around when he was well aware of your trust issues, and all he could do was remind you that he wasn’t that guy. You knew that, you had always known that. Unfortunately, the way you reacted to things often felt out of your control. You wanted to give him the trust that he deserved, but it was difficult for you to do so.

Although Rob had been disappointed that the surprise had been ruined, he too acted excited for today. You sat on the edge of your bed, having already had quite the workout just trying to get ready for the day; and now you were attempting to put on your shoes. Rob watched you as you struggled, your very large baby bump now making it extremely difficult to accomplish certain tasks.

“Help me?” you whined as you made eye contact with him, his blue eyes watching you from behind the glasses that he chose to wear today. He smiled warmly as he moved towards you, kneeling down to slip your shoes onto your feet. As he stood back up, he leaned in to give you a kiss.

“Are you ready?” He asked as he allowed his lips to linger against yours.

“I am,” you replied, taking a moment to run your hand through his hair. He pulled back, reaching his hand out to you, helping you stand up. You wobbled slightly as you were finally on two feet, Rob holding your arm to steady you.

“You okay?” he questioned, not letting go of you until he was sure you were.

“Yeah, I’m just so huge, I can’t even keep my balance anymore.”

Rob frowned at you, “you’re not huge. You’re beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks,” you giggled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “you always know how to make me feel better.”

“Let’s get to Briana’s,” he insisted as he began to gather his wallet, keys, and your bag, “I’m sure everyone is probably there by now.”

“It was nice of her to do this at her place.”

“She’s happy to do it. She’s really excited for us.”

“Am I acting surprised, or does everyone know I messed it up?” you asked, scowling at yourself over having ruined the surprise in the first place.

“We just told everyone that we clued you in.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay. Let’s just forget all of that happened. Today is a good day.”

You nodded as he took your hand and led you out of the room toward the front door.

When you arrived at Briana’s, you were fairly surprised at seeing how many people had actually shown up for this. Luckily, her house was big enough to accommodate everyone and you couldn’t help but feel like she went too far out of her way to give you a baby shower. You were also surprised to see that it wasn’t only your girl friends in attendance, but many of the guys were there too.

You and Rob wandered into the room, hand in hand, as you took in the decorations and the number of people there. Gradually, people approached the two of you; offering hugs and congratulations. You were thrilled to see your closest friends; Kim, Ruth, Billy, Mike, Stephen, and Rich who each took the time to invite you in and check to see if you needed anything. It was nice to see many of Robs other friends, most who you had only been around when you attended conventions and who were in attendance with their wives.

When you found Briana as she was playing hostess, you made sure to approach her to thank her for everything. She pulled you into a tight hug before you could speak.

“Y/N, how are you feeling? Do you want something to drink? I’ve got food if you’re hungry.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as she fussed over you, “I’m good for now. I just wanted to thank you for… this… everything. And I’m sorry.”

She put a hand up to quiet you, “no more apologizing,” she insisted, “it’s over, it’s in the past. And you’re welcome. I’m happy to do this for my friends.”

“I’ve never been to a baby shower before,” you stated as your eyes scanned the room filled with people, “I thought they were usually reserved for women.”

“Nah,” she shook her head, “I think it’s nice to get everyone together for things like this.”

“It is nice,” you mused, pleased with the way Briana and Rob had managed to get everyone together here to celebrate.

“Besides, this isn’t going to be a regular baby shower, just a… party for everyone to hang out and congratulate you and Rob… with gifts of course.” She added with a wink.

“Ha, more stuff?” you questioned, “not like Rob hasn’t already gone overboard with baby stuff…”

Briana laughed, “sounds like Rob. Don’t worry, I just told everyone to keep it simple.”

“Good, we don’t have room for much else.”

“You guys are good though, right?” She asked.

“Yeah, we’re really good… despite all of my crazy.”

“You’re not crazy,” she stated simply.

Briana excused herself to attend to some things and you grabbed a bottle of water before making your way back to the living room. Weaving in and out of people, occasionally being stopped to receive hugs and exchange pleasantries, you eventually made it to where you were headed. You mostly just wanted to sit as your feet were already throbbing, but were discouraged when you noticed that the couch was completely taken. You stood uncomfortably, searching the room for Rob who had disappeared.

“Need a seat?” you heard a voice call out. You turned toward the couch to see Matt standing before you could even answer him.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to do that,” you insisted.

“Are you kidding? Here, sit,” he reached for you, grasping your hand as he led you to the now free spot on the couch next to Kim. You gladly sat, relieved to finally be off your feet.

“Thanks Matt.”

Instead of wandering off now that he had given up his seat, Matt sat cross from you on the coffee table.

“So, how are you feeling?” he asked, trying to make small talk, “you’re getting closer, I bet you’re nervous.”

“Well, if I wasn’t scared before, I am now. Thanks for that,” you chuckled. Truth be told, you were extremely nervous. As each week went by and you drew closer to your due date, your anxiety built. The only thing keeping you sane at this point was Rob; even though he seemed to be more anxious than you were at times.

“Jeez Matt,” Kim cut in, turning slightly so that she could join the conversation, “way to make a girl nervous.”

Matt blushed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I really was just wondering how you were feeling.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, “I’m actually pretty good. Mostly just uncomfortable at this point, and yes… pretty nervous.”

“You’ll be fine,” Kim promised, “you and Rob, I think you two were always destined to get through things together.”

“Yeah well, we have been through a lot. It just never seems to end though.”

“You’ll get there,” chimed in Matt, “relationships are a lot of work in general, I honestly don’t know how you two have even lasted this long.”

“Oh, thanks?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. Just, you’ve gone through a lot together. A lot of people would have given up, but not you two.” He smiled warmly at you and you knew that he was right. Not many people would even be willing to work through the ins and outs of a relationship like the one you and Rob had. There were always really wonderful moments, and too often, really bad moments. But somehow, the two of you just made it work.

You smiled at him, honestly surprised by his sentiment. “Well, I think it’s because we really do love each other.”

“Good, I’m happy for both of you. And I know you’ll keep getting through whatever comes your way.”

“We try.”

You looked away from Matt when you noticed Rob had entered the room. His eyes scanned the space until he spotted you, smiling as he headed toward you with two plates of food. He handed you one when he reached you.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he explained.

You thanked him, gladly digging in now that you realized you were starving suddenly. He sat on the arm of the couch, still smiling at you as you ate.

Just then, Briana chose the moment to start in on the gifts that everyone had brought.

“Are you ready for baby presents?” She asked eagerly, a large grin spreading across her face. You were certain she was probably more excited for this part than you were. You looked over to the pile of gifts, now feeling really overwhelmed. You weren’t kidding when you told Briana that Rob had already over done it on baby stuff, the idea of adding more to it had you slightly panicked.

“Sure,” you said softly, setting your plate down hesitantly. Suddenly, all eyes were on you and you felt yourself grow even more uneasy. You had never been to a baby shower before, much less been the guest of honor at one. You weren’t sure what was expected of you or how you should act. Mostly, you wanted to leave right now. The only thing keeping you somewhat calm was Rob, who was now rubbing your back. He leaned in toward you until his face was against yours.

“Are you okay?” he whispered into your ear. He had gotten really good at sensing your uneasiness in any situation and you appreciated that.

“I think so,” you whispered back, “I’m just… not used to this kind of attention.”

“You’ll be fine,” he assured you, not letting his hand break contact with you, “these are our friends, and they’re just happy for us.”

You nodded, letting him know that you understood. You breathed in deeply, trying to shake the nervousness that you now felt over nothing. Still, Rob silently comforted you, knowing that you didn’t handle attention well.

You made your way through the pile of gifts that everyone had brought, growing more relaxed as time passed. Amid the laughter and conversation, you realized that you were no longer uncomfortable being the center of attention, at least not with this group. Most of them had gifted cute baby clothes; many of which referenced Supernatural, and the band had gotten together and had tiny Louden Swain onesies made for the baby. When you had finally finished opening everything, you looked around at everyone; grateful to have them in your life. While Rob had worked hard at obtaining all of the necessary items for a new baby, these people had proved to be sentimental and thoughtful in their gifts.

“Thank you all,” you said as you began to feel yourself tear up, “this has been… so amazing.”

“Yeah guys,” Rob added, “we really appreciate everything.”

“And Briana, thank you for putting this all together and letting us hang out at your house.”

“It’s my pleasure,” she smiled.

“Really, I…” you weren’t sure if it was a good time to get sentimental, but your emotions were already taking over, “I don’t have a family, and I’ve been on my own for a long time… to have all of you be here for us, despite everything that has gone on in our relationship… Rob and I are just, so grateful.”

“Hey, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again,” Kim spoke up, “you do have a family.”

You smiled again as you looked down at your belly. You still hadn’t learned how to be accepting of this group referring to you as part of their family. Often, you felt like you didn’t deserve it. However, you knew that no matter what, your son would at least be loved by them.

A couple of hours later; after more conversation had been exchanged, guests began to leave, and gifts had been eventually been packed into the car; you thanked Briana again as you and Rob decided to head home. It had been a busy day… an emotional day, and you were feeling exhausted and still slightly overwhelmed.

Rob helped you into the car before taking his place in the driver’s seat.

“That was really nice, Rob,” you ran a hand through his hair, leaning in slightly toward him. He moved in to kiss you and you melted at the feel of his lips on yours.

“I’m glad you had a good time,” he said, “I could tell you were a little anxious at first, but I think you did really well.”

“It’s just still hard for me to have attention like that, but I really do appreciate all that you and Bri did.”

“Anything for my girl.” He gave you another quick kiss before starting the car.

When you finally made it home, you both decided that the gifts could wait for the morning. The baby shower had lasted a long time, and you were both visibly tired as you walked into the house.

“Do you need anything?” Rob asked as he followed you to the bedroom.

“Sleep!” you cried out dramatically. He chuckled as you immediately went right for the dresser, pulling out pajamas and changing quickly.

“Sounds good to me,” Rob agreed.

You were already under the covers, getting comfortable as he got ready for bed.

When he was finally changed, he crawled under the covers next to you and you sat up so that he could rest his arm under your head. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close to him and you felt all of your anxieties from the day disappear. This was it. This was all you ever needed. Just Rob, holding you and feeling safe in his arms. You sighed as you snuggled in to him as close as you could.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You didn’t look up at him as you asked, you wanted to stay in this safe place right now.

“What’s up?” He replied, now placing soft kisses on your forehead.

“Are you scared at all?”

Now, Rob moved back so that he could look at you and you glanced up to meet his gaze, “scared of what?”

“I don’t know… scared of being a dad I guess,” you didn’t really know how to approach the topic. It had been something that he been on your mind for some time.

“I wouldn’t say I’m scared… nervous, sure. But not scared.” He tilted his head in confusion as he kept eye contact. “Why? Are you scared?”

“Honestly? Yeah, I am.” You felt proud in this moment. This may have been one of the very few times in your relationship where you were immediately honest about anything with Rob. You weren’t sure how he would react to you admitting your fears to him, especially at this point in your pregnancy, but you had finally found that you were comfortable enough with him to express those fears.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m afraid that I won’t be a good mom,” you whispered. You had spent a lot of time thinking about your own childhood, about your own mother that you didn’t really know. Knowing that you had a bad habit of falling into bad situations and old ways, you often wondered if you could eventually end up like her.

“Why would you think that? You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

“But, what if I’m not. I mean… I don’t even know what it’s like to have a mom, much less be one,” you realized you were grasping onto him now, almost as if you were afraid he was going to leave you as you expressed your concern to him. “What if, me not having my mom around when I was a kid, makes me become a bad one.”

“Honey, are you kidding me? Everything that you’ve ever gone through has not made you a bad person. You’ve been hurt, but you still know how to love. You’ve been alone for so long, but you still let people in. Not having your own mom around isn’t going to make you a bad parent. If anything, I think all of that is going to make you love our son even more.”

“I already do,” you added, “love him, I mean.”

“I know you do. And think of it this way, did you ever stop loving me because of what you had been through with your ex?”

“No…” you trailed off, wondering what he was getting at.

“See? Just because you’ve been through things that are difficult, it doesn’t mean that you are incapable of love. Your mom bailing on you… isn’t going to determine how you will be as a mother.”

You stared at him for a moment, grateful for his words. If anything in the world could calm you or ease you mind, it was him. It was always him. He was right of course, you spent so much time thinking that your past determined the outcome of your future, you failed to realize that you were very wrong. You had always thought you were destined for loneliness, pain, and fear… but here you were; very much in love and very secure, so close to having a real family.

“I promise you, we’re in this together,” he added, “I love you so much and I am not going anywhere, I won’t let you do this alone.”

“Thank you,” you said, leaning in to kiss him. He gladly met you halfway and kissed you hard, perhaps to remind you just how much he loved you. For the first time during your pregnancy, you actually felt comfort now. Maybe it was the fact that you had openly expressed your fears honestly to him, maybe it had been his words… either way, you really felt that you were in a good place with Rob. He was willing to accept your crazy behavior over the misunderstanding from last week, knowing well enough why any of that had happened. He understood you and he understood why you reacted the way that you did to certain things. He was patient with you, something that you hadn’t experienced from anyone in a really long time. You knew from experience how difficult love was; you figured that loving someone who felt as broken as you often did, had to be the hardest thing in the world to do. Yet, here he was, doing just that.

When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against yours as he stared into your eyes, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I love when you do that,” you hummed appreciatively.

“Do what?”

“That… the forehead thing. You always do it when I need it most. It relaxes me.”

“Really?” he smirked, “I hadn’t realized.”

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