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fastlikealambo · 2 years

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The Girlfriend: Modern rockstar! Eddie Munson x Black Reader Angst Drabble

Summary:Your relationship with rockstar Eddie Munson goes public and you’re not prepared for what happens next.

Trigger Warnings:bullying, mentions of depression, some gaslighting (not eddie), panic attacks

Minors, dni.

Act One: A list.

10 Celebrities You Didn’t Know Had Non-Famous Significant Others

A blurry shot of you and Eddie at some restaurant, your name spelled wrong. You laughed it off, made jokes about calling your agent sitting on Eddie’s lap while he worked on a new song. Things were good, you had gotten a good job in LA, Corroded Coffin had finished their first big tour.

You only had a few friends on social media then, Eddie, the band, a few family members. You had a shitty phone so half your posts were out of focus anyway.

But you were happy and that’s all that mattered.

Act two: A viral moment.

“Smile princess!” Eddie yelled over the roar of the crowd, a curtain away. You smiled shyly at his phone, the flash in your eyes as you kissed Eddie on the cheek.

“Knock em dead babe.” You whispered in his ear playfully pushing him on stage.

You woke up in Eddie’s arms the next morning to your phone nearly vibrating off the table. It had to be an emergency so you climbed over your sleepy boyfriend in a rush, praying it wasn’t. Instead of a dire text from your parents, you had over 2,0000 notifications. No wonder your phone felt like it was gonna burst into flames.

The first one you clicked on led you to a tagged post of Eddie’s own photo of you both from the previous night but it wasn’t on his instagram or the band’s, just a random account.

“Baby?” You asked the rocker who had finally fully woken up beside you stretching.

“What’s up princess, you want to grab breakfast before I go to the studio?” Eddie asked, a lazy arm pulling you back into bed.

“Did you post that picture of us last night?” You asked, handing him your phone.

“No, I forgot. Did I send it to you?” He asked, hands in his hair.

“No.”

Eddie’s team is there twenty minutes later, talking around you, coming to the conclusion that Eddie’s phone had been hacked or that someone had taken a picture of you two taking the photo, whatever it was you weren’t really listening.

You were going through every single notification, your sudden influx of new followers, scrolling through the comments on what looked like a fan run account for Eddie. You can’t help but look at the comments, most are sweet, remarking about how cute you two looked, how happy you must be, but one comment sticks out first.

corrodedfan45 she’s not that pretty.

Eddie’s face appears in front of you, hand on your thigh.

“You okay? I know it’s a lot at once but it’ll die down after a few days. If it doesn’t, I’ll take care of it, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Eddie said, pulling you close. Suddenly exhausted, you gave him a small smile, your head on his shoulder.

“I bet it’ll be old news by tomorrow morning.” You said, hopefully, more for Eddie’s benefit than your own but the comment floats through your brain.

She’s not that pretty.

Act Three: A video.

“Storytime guys: I met Eddie Munson’s girlfriend yesterday and let me tell you, she was not worth the hype! I tried to ask her for a photo and get this: she said no and tried to take my phone. Tried to grab it out of my hand, can you believe it? Who does she think she is? Does she not know her job is on google? We know how to handle her, don’t we? If this blows up, I’ll do a part 2-”

The video cuts off and your hands are shaking.

munsongrl9000849: source?

starbyy7873333333: i believe it, her vibes are RANCID

unorvrse69: 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢

hawkins86: yall see the google reviews, im cackling

rightsideup: he’s a 10 but he’s dating an ugly bitch

You’ve never seen that person in the video in your life, you’ve been working from home for the past two months since too many people kept parking outside your job waiting for you to come out.

Eddie’s on the European leg of his tour, sends you pictures every day, calls you every night but his absence is felt as his pr team talks around you again with your boss included in the conversation.

“I think it might be best if she didn’t work for a while, their finances are good, think of it as a vacation.”

“ The gallery will issue a statement condemning bullying of any kind, it’s being drafted as we speak, she should repost it to her socials tomorrow.”

“Why?” You asked quietly. The team looks up at you as if noticing that you’re there for the first time.

“Why what, hun?” Eddie’s PR manager parrots your question.

“Why do I have to leave my job? I’m good at it, I enjoy working, why do I have to leave?”

“Our business rating has gone down to 1 star overnight, we need to think of the gallery.” Your boss concludes.

“You understand, don’t you? We need to protect Corroded Coffin, Eddie’s brand is on the line here.”

“But who’s protecting me? I have to leave my job, people are lying about me, people are watching me, who in this room right now is looking after me?”

“Oh you poor thing.” Eddie’s PR manager pats your leg in what he thinks passes as sympathy.

“ Are you still taking your meds? The last thing the brand needs is a rehab stint, sweetie. Oh and it’s best if I take that too, we haven’t finished the plan to announce your engagement yet.”

Before you can say another word, your engagement ring is in a baggie, never to be seen again.

“ I can’t wait to take you with me next time, you would love Dublin sweetheart.” Eddie said, spinning the phone around so you can see the view behind him.

“It looks amazing baby, I’m so proud of you.” You said, trying to smile.

“ You alright angel? Did you eat today? You look like you’re coming down with something.”

“ I’m fine baby, don’t worry, just missing you is all. Have a good show tonight.” You said, mustering up a big smile but Eddie’s concerned face doesn’t waver.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, wouldn’t you?”

“ I would.”

Act Four: A deluge.

ccoffin_56: where’s his fucking gf? why isn’t she supporting him?

vecnasbitch: eddie’s such a sweet bby he needs to listen to us about her

pulluptotheaddy777: #dumpthatbitch

“ That’s it, I’m coming home.” Eddie said the moment you came into view on FaceTime.

“Eddie no, you can’t leave the band like that. Your manager turned off all my socials, I’m fine now.”

“Baby, you’re not fine. Your mom called me, she’s worried about you, I’m worried about you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have waited this long, I’m on the next flight out of Barcelona.”

“Your manager already released a statement-

“Fuck my manager, I care about you. None of this means shit without you, the tour is done.”

“But-” You don’t finish, as your throat tightens and the tears begin to fall.

“Sweetheart? Come on baby, talk to me.”

“It’s never gonna stop, is it? If you end the tour, they’ll blame me. I can’t go back to work, I can’t leave the house, somebody followed my sister and her kids home the other day, my phone’s basically a brick and I can’t even wear my ring. I don’t blame you, it’s not your fault, but I’m tired and I’m scared, I’m so scared all the time Eddie.” You’re struggling to breathe now, choking on sobs as it all comes out.

“Breathe with me baby, I’m right here. I know you’re scared but you gotta breathe, you’re scaring me angel.” You can hear commotion behind him, bags being zipped up. You take a few deep breaths, trying to get your breathing under control but it’s not working.

“ Sweetheart? Are you still there, answer me!” There’s panic in his voice and you manage to get a few deep breaths in and turn the camera back on you.

“I’m here, I’m okay baby, look don’t leave tour just yet, I’ll think of something, I’ll-”

“The only thing I want you to do is turn off your phone and get some rest. I’ll call you before soundcheck, okay?”

“Okay. I love you Eddie, no matter what.”

“I love you too baby, get some rest.”

You fire off a quick text to your mom and sister, letting them know you’re okay before turning your phone off.

Act Five: A stand.

You’re out of it most of the next day, alternating between sleeping and just laying on the couch with the tv on mute. You must have dozed off again because the next thing you feel is Eddie’s lips on your cheek and hand against your forehead.

“Eddie?” Your eyes fluttered open to see Eddie standing there.

“Hey gorgeous, I missed you.”

“ But what about the tour?”

“You are more important than any tour baby.”

You all but jump into his arms, feeling safe for the first time in a long time. You’re so wrapped up in him you don’t notice at first that’s he’s crying.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?”

“On the ride home, I looked up everything: the comments, the dms, the hate pages, that stupid fucking video. All this time, I thought my team was doing right by me, right by you, but they didn’t do shit. This has been going on since that picture leaked and I left you alone to deal with it. I promised to take care of you, to protect you from this shit, and I didn’t.”

“Eddie, it’s not your fault.”

“ Baby, you’ve been suffering, actually fucking suffering and when I looked into your eyes yesterday, I saw the possibility of losing you to this shit and it fucking terrified me. So this stops, right here and right now.”

“Eddie, what are you doing?”

“What I should have done a long time ago.”

Eddie turns his phone on, slipping it onto the tripod and standing in front of it.

“Hi everyone, it’s me. You’ve probably noticed by now I did not play the Barcelona show today and for that I am sorry. I am also sorry to announce that for me, The Cult of Vecna European Tour has come to an end. No, I have not left the band, there is no drama between any band members and myself, however there is something I need to share.

For the past year and half, my fiancee and her family have become the target of harassment both online and in person. She was left unprotected, her torment swept under the rug in favor of boosting my image on the behalf of my as of right fucking now, former management. If you’re a fan of Corroded Coffin, you know we talk about taking care of each other so how can I get on that fucking stage and say that shit when the love of my life is going through shit nobody should ever have to go through? “

Your phone is blowing up but you don’t take your eyes off Eddie.

“ If you love and respect the band, then you respect our boundaries. Every night we promise you a safe show so in return, you will value our safety and the safety of those we care about or you can simply, get fucked. I know my real fans understand this but if you call yourself a fan of Corroded Coffin and engage in this bullshit, know that you mean nothing to me or the band.

I will be taking a break from music as of right now, please direct any questions to my lawyer Erica Sinclair who will be investigating the harassment of my wife but also the pending charges of fraud performed by my former management. Long story short: leave me and my girl the fuck alone. Eddie out.”

You’re crying so hard you feel Eddie pick you up before you see him, carrying you back to the couch, tightening his hold on you as you allow yourself to fully expel everything that’s been going on with you.

“I’m right here baby and I’m not going anywhere.” Eddie said softly before producing your engagement ring from his pocket and sliding it back on your finger.

Your name trends on Twitter but you don’t see it.

Your face is on the news but you don’t watch it.

It’s just you and him, no noise, just love.

And for right now, that’s enough.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #tw mentions of trauma #tw bullying mention #TW depression #tw panic attack

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the-writing-mobster · 6 months

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| The Most Dangerous Game | Chapter 6 Excerpt | 💙 🔪 💔 |

Tack, tack, tack, tack…

Frisk sucked in a weary breath and reached for her mug. The porcelain was cold against her chapped lips, the murky coffee inside disgustingly lukewarm on her tongue, but she swallowed it anyway. Her eyes burned. The words on her screen blurred beneath her and it took everything in her to stifle the yawn threatening to come over her.

Crickets chirping. The soft sigh of the HVAC breathing cool air through the grates in the floor. The hum of her computer screen. Lines of dotted color swimming in and out.

Tack, tack, tack, tack, tack…

Unfortunately, one could believe that her loneliness and her noble effort to see the best in people, is what led her to her brutal end. ｜

She rubbed her eyes, the sounds of the night buzzing in her aching head. A dark kaleidoscope of color swarmed the back of her eyelids and sent her briefly to another world connected only by scarlet string and madness.

Frisk sucked in a long breath she refused to admit was a yawn, the incessant noise going silent as her breathing roared in her ears.

A low moan escaped her as she came too and was greeted with true silence. She mused that the AC must have switched off for a moment. That was fine, she told herself. It’d been getting pretty cold. Even now, she could feel the prickles of goosebumps creeping on her arms and down the back of her neck.

The words on her computer screen swam across from her. I need to step away. Look over my notes, the thought sent her careening to her feet.

Each step she took sent pins and needles through her and she seethed through her teeth. How long had she been sitting there? She counted the hours to herself. She’d been writing ever since she’d gotten home from her meeting with the editor in chief so that meant… six hours straight? Was that right? That couldn’t be right. Ibrahim would’ve stopped her… unless he’d also been writing and in that case…

Frisk smirked at the realization that they must have both been in a flow state. Who were either of them to wreck each other’s process?

“I’m almost done,” she said aloud as if trying to ward off the uncanny silence of the witching hour and give herself some company.

The only other company she had were the pictures of Sarah’s carcass staring at her from her cork board. The acknowledgment of those dead, brown eyes sent Frisk searching the floor for lent out of some desperate attempt at avoiding them, if only briefly.

When the floor truly had nothing of substance to offer her, she was dragged by the chin back to that board. How dare she look away. Look upon me and see how I’ve suffered, whispered her own, morbid guilt.

“Look at me!”

She blinked hard at the invasive memory of her own small voice. The photos were blurry in the dark, unfocused in the ghoulish blue glare of her distant computer. She blinked again as if that would fix them.

It seemed to work, though, and Sarah gazed back at her when she opened her eyes. Only… her eyes were larger. Lashes thicker… skin shades darker if not a tad ashy from the cool embrace of death. Lips plumper. Bruised.

Familiar.

Frisk furrowed her brow and sucked in a breath of stale air. Her feet swayed towards the board, pins and needles biting up her leg. She plucked the photo off the wall, a distant clack of the thumb tack falling to the floor.

Pale, dead skin. Small, glazed eyes, angular, hollow cheeks. Nothing about the photo or about Sarah had changed. I need to call it a night.

The crickets certainly had.

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whumpering-heights · 1 year

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Guard Dog AU Chapter 1: Sarah and Lloyd's first meeting

MASTERLIST

CW: past stalking, death mention (no major characters), brief drugs mention, depression, PTSD

[A/N: This is an AU fic for the Shaperaverse. It's fully written, but since i dont wish to link my AO3 account on this blog, I'll publish the chapters individually. I'll post them every other day) I'll put extra CONTEXT at the bottom of the posts, if needed.

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Sarah was sorely disappointed.

She’d come to this dimension, a gloomy edwardian place, following some reports about a mad death cult that didn’t sound very bright. If she’d been able to get them under her control, it would have lended her some much-needed protection. Her powers had a bad habit of flaking when she needed them most: like it could tell when it’d be most dramatic to fail. She’d pull through eventually, but she strongly disliked being reliant on narrative tension this way. So, she’d need an additional power, some kind of backup. A group that was both stupid and dangerous would have been perfect for that. But the cult had proven a literal dead end. When she finally found their rather gruesome base, it looked abandoned. Food was left out: they’d expected to be back soon, but never did.

Sarah sulked as she stood at the entrance of the foul-smelling lair. Drugs, rotten food, and various ritual objects were strewn about the floor. She glanced at one of the mad scribblings laying on the table, expecting some crazed, nonsensical rant. What she found instead, made her do a double take.

It seemed to be a schedule, detailing the weekly routine of this guy called Lloyd Allen. It covered what time he went to work, his address, and even his usual bedtime. There was a photo clipped to the paper, showing a dapper man with glasses. The blurry picture seemed to be taken from around the corner of a building, the man seemingly unaware of his photographer.

Sarah did not envy the guy. She had no clue why this cult would take such an interest in him, but it couldn't have ended well for him. Out of morbid curiosity, she ventured deeper into the dirty den, half-expecting to find his severed head on an altar. Instead, she found even more info. It seemed he had more bite than they’d expected.

There were quite a few makeshift shrines, seeming like memorials for deceased members. Warnings were scribbled on walls, like demented post-it notes. “Remember to attack before he sees you”, “he has knifs in bed: not safe!” “RIP Jerry: we’ll get him eventualy!!”

Sarah hummed appreciatively. If she was reading this correctly, this Lloyd fellow fought back well. He might even be the reason this place was abandoned. She looked at the paper she was still holding, and read the address again. Maybe this trip wouldn’t end up a waste, anyway.

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Lloyd would have to get groceries soon.

He really didn’t want to, though.

For one, it would mean getting out of bed. That was getting harder every day. He was being disgusting, he knew that. His bedding had be replaced, it stank. Every bit that touched his skin made him want to scrub himself with steel wool. And yet, he stayed, gripping his cold blade until it was as warm as he: as though his blood pumped through it, too.

He knew he’d have to eat, eventually. But everything just tasted like ash. Besides, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to afford anything. He hadn’t gone to work since dealing with the cult, he must be fired by now. He had some savings, but not that much. Lord knew he’d rather starve than ask his father for any aid, though. Ha, like he’d even grant it. Then again, wasting away in his bed would be a rather pathetic way to go, after all he’d been through.

He shuddered, nauseous. He just couldn’t bear to go outside right now. The fear that one of them had survived was just too great. Every pair of eyes on him made him feel like a prey animal in an open field. He didn’t want to get up. What was the point? Just as then, his ears perked up.

Someone was walking down the hall outside his door. It didn’t sound like one of neighbors: he knew their footsteps well at this point. A guest for them, maybe? The steps were slow, like they weren’t sure where to go. Possibly counting the apartment numbers.

Lloyd’s worst-case scenario came true, when the steps stopped in front of his door. He felt his skin prickle with worry, which peaked as the first knock came on the door. He gripped his blade tighter.

After a moment of silence, where he felt his heartbeat in his throat, the knock returned, more insistent.

Something shifted back into place within Lloyd.

He’d been holding his breath for weeks, waiting for a missed threat to find him. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. This must be it. Be attacked, neutralize the treat: it was a familiar pattern. The adrenaline, wariness and anger felt like coming home.

He got up, somewhat woozy, and peered through the peephole.

In the hallway stood an impatient looking young woman, about his age.

He was surprised. She didn’t look like a cult member. Her eyes were clear and sober, for one. Her attire was unusual, unlike any fashion he’d seen. Had he been retreated from social life long enough for silhouettes to change again? At least it wasn’t a dark robe. If she wasn’t a cult member, what could she possibly want with him? She was squinting at the peephole, and must have seen the way it went dark as Lloyd looked through it. She visibly perked up.

“Ah, I knew it! Lloyd Allen, is it?”

Lloyd didn’t know what to say, so stayed silent. She knew his name, as well as address. Bad signs, even if she wasn’t a cultist. Still, Lloyd was struck by her friendly, open expression. When was the last time someone had smiled at him? When was the last time he’d spoken to someone, in general? He didn’t really track his days in here, it all blurred together. The girl wasn’t deterred by his silence, and spoke sympathetically. “My name is Sarah McKiggan. I understand you had a rather nasty experience recently. I’m very sorry you had to go through that. I would like to offer my help, if you need any.”

Lloyd blinked. He hadn’t expected that.

“I..” He cleared his throat to get rid of some of the rusty hoarseness and tried again. It was only marginally better. “I-I don’t need help. Who are you, how do you know about me?”

His thumb rubbed the edge of the handle. Sarah didn’t seem unnerved by his wary tone.

“Oh, I’m not from here. But I heard about the cult, and they seemed like such nasty people. I came all the way here, hoping to find a way to get rid of them, but it seems you’ve beat me to the punch. Very nicely done, by the way! That must not have been easy. I don’t know how you did it, but it’s really impressive.”

Lloyd hadn’t really considered what he’d done to be worthy of praise: he’d acted desperately, erratically. Only vengeange had pushed him to be proactive. Still, the strange girl’s appreciation soothed a childish part of his ego. It had been difficult, and he’d executed his plan, and the cultists, perfectly.

“I, well. Thank you?” he answered, somewhat flustered. If she was speaking the truth, and really disliked the cult as much as he did, perhaps she wasn’t a threat? It felt strange to even consider. There was something odd about her, though. Mostly, her odd dress and hairstyle. “Where are you from, exactly?” She smilled, like it was a silly question. “That’s kinda a long story. Do you want me to tell you my whole deal in this hallway, or may I come in and sit?”

“Uh.” Lloyd looked back at his apartment. Even if he did feel comfortable letting someone in, which he wasn’t sure he was, he couldn’t bear to let anyone see this mess. After surviving this whole ordeal, he’d still die: of shame. Redfaced, he turned back, and the words stumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. “Actually, uhm, I’d prefer not. If you’d allow me a short while to wash up, I can go outside, instead?”

He regretted the words as soon as they were spoken, but the idea of a possible ally was too tempting. He missed company sorely, and it was just one person: if she did turn out to be a threat, he was confident he could manage.

“Sure,” Sarah said brightly. “I’ll be down in the lobby.”

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Sarah bounced her foot, annoyed. The guy must have a very different definition of “a short while”. At long last, he appeared down the central staircase.

He looked a lot more haggard than in his picture. His hair was overgrown and dull, and there were big bags under his eyes. His sunken cheeks had the pallor of someone who hasn’t seen the sun in recent memory. His clothes, though fashionable for this time period, weren’t ironed. She could see some old wounds, peeking from under the neck of his shirt, and on his left hand. Defensive wounds. They were mostly healed, but would scar.

The most noteworthy part of his appearance, though, was the sword he kept on his belt. It looked to be a saber. Sarah raised a brow. This place was vaguely Edwardian, she hadn’t seen anyone else carry a weapon like this. “I thought we could speak somewhere while we eat,” she nodded at the blade. “but I doubt they’ll let you in with that?”

Lloyd looked down, as though he was only noticing it himself. “Oh, that. Uh. I’ve never had issues with it before, when I went outside.” He looked Sarah over quickly. “Besides, you’re hardly dressed appropriately for daywear, yourself. I’m very curious where your fashion is from.”

Sarah blinked in surprise. “Wait. You can tell I look strange?”

Lloyd hesitated. “...I didn’t mean to offend, but yes? It’s rather obvious.”

Now that was a development. Sarah’s powers allowed her to use all sorts of abilities, not all of them consciously. One odd perk she’d found, was that she wasn’t noticed by natives of any narrative, if she didn’t wish to be. They didn’t note her modern dress and hairstyle, no matter where, or when, she went. As long as she didn’t think too hard about it, it worked.

She eyed Lloyd’s blade, gears turning. Could it be she wasn’t the only one with this ability? Come to think of it, she could pick up something on him: a slight frequency, one that matched up with her own.

Interesting. Very interesting, indeed.

She smiled sharply.

“Well, you’re familiar here: why don’t you place we can go to eat in privacy. I think we have a lot to talk about.”

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CONTEXT: the "powers" will get explained in the next chapter. A "narrative" is another world, like a dimension. (there's an uncountable number of those). There is very little info on the "death cult" in canon. They had a "reason" to attack Lloyd, but that is a very long story. They also attacked his boyfriend Matt, who Lloyd wasn't able to save.

#whump #past stalking #death mention (no major characters)#brief drugs mention #depression cw #PTSD CW #whumplr #my writing #my stuff #guard dog AU

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 3 years

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Photos The Brothers Would Have of You on Their D.D.D.

Is this a way to indulge myself in one of my favorite hobbies without needing to take out my camera? Yes, yes it is.

Warning: one(?) uncensored swear word lol

Lucifer

This man is sneaky.

He doesn't have much time to take too many pictures if you, but believe me when I say that at least 50% of the pictures were taken without you noticing he ever did before he showed them to you.

You think he would have only aesthetic pictures of you, right? Well, there are, but there is also like, 2 pictures in a row of you and his brothers in face mask chilling in the common room's floor while playing cards, which is followed right after to a picture of you drooling on something before he woke you up.

Sometimes he asks for you to "look this way" before taking a pic.

If you ask why he will simply reply that you looked too stunning to not keep it forever as a memory in the form of a picture.

If he asks for a selfie, he will most likely let you sit on his lap, his cheek touching your head slightly as he leans onto you. The result image will have him looking extremelly soft.

Mammon

This dork has so many different vibes of pictures he takes of you.

Some of them is of your concentrated face as you try to solve a puzzle in a mobile game, others of you smiling and laughing heartedly, others of you doing silly stuff for him, such as trying to balance a spoon on your nose or doing the duck mouth with chips.

Of course, there are a few selfies with you, they can be silly with you guys using some cursed filter or they can be slightly more romantic with him giving you a surprise kiss.

It ends with him accidentally taking many pictures at once, and when you look at them, you can watch the amazing progression of him going red and his phone slipping out of his grip in the final picture.

Leviathan

He has so many pictures of you on his D.D.D.

A pic of you raging at a game here, one of you staring at Henry there, a selfie of both of you in cosplay doing a pose every once in a while.

There is a picture of you slipping on the last step downstairs, one of you drooling on something too, some of you giving his brothers a very done stare.

The rarest of them all are the normal selfies of both of you. When he doesn't have a cosplay on he feels extremelly self conscious. The result pic will be adorable, his face may be a little stiff and his cheeks a bit too red for his own comfort, but the giddy shine in his eyes says a lot more about what he is feeling than he ever could without stuttering

Satan

Another sneaky asshole.

Of course, he has pictures of you playing with cats. Honestly there is probably one of those for every 5 other type of pictures he takes of you.

In which one of those types will be different levels of you drooling on something once again, sneezing, scrunching your face after eating something really sour, and, of course, the many expressions you make while reading a book he has already read as he tries to deduct which part you were exactly at by using only said expressions as reference.

The selfies of the both of you definetelly has kitty filters every once in a while, but many of them are actually just with this wrath demon being cute, specially when he lets you plop your chin on the top of his head while hugging him from behind, the result pic has him looking so smiley.

Asmodeus

Where does he get so many memory space on his D.D.D. and where can I get it..?

Selfies of both of you are everywhere.

Pouting, with animal filters, kissy faces, squishing your cheeks together, simply staring at each other, sharing food, kisses, and a lot more other types of pictures.

Along with those selfies, he will also have some pictures of you alone. Sometimes he will tell you to look over in his direction before asking you to "smile~!"

Which has most likelly lead to many pictures of you doing everything else with your facial muscles except smiling. But it always brings one to his face instead, so it's hard to not give in and smile anyways in the end.

Beelzebub

On a previous headcanon of mine I have said Beel takes pictures of you with his D.D.D. whenever he finds you attractive.

So far so good right? Only the term 'attractive' to him is very broad.

So his gallery has both aesthetic pictures of you (and some selfies with him) such as after his games, on gym clothes and with cerberus, and some cursed pictures such as of you scarfing down a whole baguette into your mouth, having an insane bed hair and of course, drooling on something.

His home screen is a selfie with both of you squishing each other's face with your hands.

Belphegor

This little shit.

First off, of course he has a personal collection of the many stages of bed hair and sleeping faces you have. And yes, of you drooling too.

A personal collection of blurry pics of you tripping, jumping in the air as he puts his cold feet on your hips, and many of you sneezing.

And of course, the personal collection of zoomed in pictures of the many expressions you make, varying from dead inside to one of the widest of smiles you can make.

The selfies with him are, suprisingly, the most normal. Surprise kisses, laying heads on each other's shoulders, and of him laying on you. In which both of you got double chin on.

#mc: *drools on something*#all brothers except mammon and asmo: it's a free real state #obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios

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dino-art · 3 years

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second day of caught-on-tober! prompts by @nonetoon

bigger/uncropped versions of the art under the cut + a unblurred version, and a story

“A beach.. It’d be nice if it weren’t so foggy.”

“It’s still nice anyway!” They replied, getting out of the car. It was currently in a small parking lot overlooking the beach, which was nearly invisible through most of the morning mist.

“Won’t the fog mess up any photos you happen to take?” The other person raised an eyebrow, staring as she reached for her fluffy jacket. “And- hey, aren’t you cold too?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, and, no I’m not. It’s not that chilly.”

“To you it’s not.” She grumpily put the jacket on. “I’m staying in the car and seeing if I can figure out this map, I wanna drive through somewhere. Don’t get eaten.”

“I’ll try my best!” They laughed a little and ran down to the beach, hurrying down the stairs, their camera slung around their shoulder.

At first, it was too foggy to see anything, but they kept going, only stopping when the waves splashed against their shoes. “Hmm..”

They glanced behind themself and gasped in surprise and amazement.

“...Woah.” A huge, blueish-grey sea serpent, with red gills and red spikes on its back, was laying on the shore.

They took a picture almost immediately, then stepped closer to it. Carefully, they reached out their hand, patting it.

Its eye suddenly shot open and it raised its head high, roaring.

“Oh- you’re not dead-” They smiled nervously and backed up, snapping a blurry picture as it lunged, then promptly ran away before it could harm them.

It didn’t make the effort to follow, but they could hear it snarling and hissing loudly as they went up the stairs.

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unblurred version of the second drawing! front facing perspective is hard lol

+ the background i used

#caught-on-tober #creature design #sea monster #sea serpent #ocean creature #digital art #art #writing #my art #my writing #the sea serpent's design is inspired by an oarfish bcuz they're funky and i like them

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magnesium-zinc · 3 years

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dont read this shit

I can't believe I actually dared to put this here :/

Anyways

Mafia AU

Warning: Age gap, but this list will become longer if I get to finish this

Pairing: PisSco, GL

Underage Pisces

OK? Go.

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Pisces skipped home after school, humming to herself. It wasn’t often seen having some highschooler behaving like a child of a mere age of six, and numerous gazes followed her backside for a few moments before returning hastily to their phone calls, or files.

Her blue pigtails were flying in the air, and her large hair clips featuring two silver fishes glinted in the evening sun. Though her bag slung on her shoulder bulged, she still remained at a light and cheerful pace as she sped down the road.

Now, if you asked any passers by what they thought was in the girl’s bag, they would certainly say books, homeworks, and possibly a coat, or a sweater.

Pisces smiled to herself.

Of course, there will be books.

But not only that.

What they didn’t know, was that in the bag, rolled up inside her deep blue hoodie, was a collapsible baton and a switchblade.

Turning into the nearest mall, she walked straight into the washroom to change. A sky-blue pleated skirt that went to her knees, and a black hoodie with blue neon strips.

Grinning to herself in a maddish way, Pisces took out the baton and the switchblade out of her jacket and looked at them fondly for a while before slipping them into the baggy sleeves of her top.

Nobody on the street could associate the black hooded figure with the skipping school girl that passed by a minute ago.

On the other side of the street, Scorpio leaned against the shiny, polished red telephone box, staring at the picture that’s hidden in her newspaper. The photo was obviously taken without permission, because the girl’s face was slightly blurry. All of the features Scorpio could figure out were those thin, sky-blue, curly pigtails that reached her chest. Though Virgo, her most trusted partner, said she wouldn’t have to worry about the clothing. After one month’s research, they’d figured out that she always wore the same clothes. Flashy, thought Scorpio. Not exactly wise.

She pushed her lips together briefly, mournfully thinking that she shouldn’t have put on lipstick. The mask she was wearing probably smeared it all over her face.

“Did you find her yet?” Asked an irritated voice from her wireless earphones. It was a woman’s voice, crisp and stern. “Don’t tell me that our month’s work has gone down the drain.”

Scorpio’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “I told you, Virgo, I’m still waiting,” she said, looking around continuously. “I’ve kept my eyes peele-”

“What?” Demanded Virgo.

Scorpio didn’t answer but she hung up the call. Virgo would be snapping at her after returning to the headquarters, but she didn’t have time to worry about that.

For that split second, she saw a girl’s figure, with a distinguishable hoodie, emerge from a mall.

She tore off her mask and checked for any smeared makeup before hurrying, silently to follow her target.

Good, thought Pisces. The gang had finally sent people after her. Well, quite reasonable, considering that she had put out at least ten of their members single-handedly. But it was only when their last trade meeting went sour, and she knew perfectly well who did that.

Pisces tried to look at who was pursuing her, but she couldn’t. He seemed just out of sight of her eyes. She silently cursed him. Just one single glance would do.

She pretended to check twice before entering an alley. It was a risky gamble. She was leading him straight to their headquarters, and if he managed to escape…

He won’t even stand a chance, thought Pisces.

She took out a mobile control out of her pocket. She pressed a button shaped like a cute white kitten, and a hidden gate slid out of nowhere, rattling and screeching behind them as it positioned itself. The gate was about three metres tall, and as wide as the alley with barbed wire wreathed on spikes.

Pisces turned suddenly, narrowly missing a fist that was thrown at her. She knew it. Something gift Pisces has had since she was a kid; she was sensitive to living creatures. She could sense their presence, like an aura. Just now, she’d felt a warm presence looming towards her back. That was probably why she was the youngest mafia in their gang. The only minor.

A swift figure passed her. It was a she. She had appeared to jump at Pisces, but missed. She stopped right in front of the dead end of the alley.

Pisces felt a single bead of sweat trace its way down her back neck. A door was concealed behind the red brick wall, leading straight to their headquarters. If she ever found out the door, she’d be dead on her feet.

The figure looked up at her. Pisces’s heart gave a mighty thump when she saw her eyes.

Those were thin, long shaped eyes like a panther’s, a shade of dark, startling magenta. Though she was wearing a mask, Pisces knew it was a beautiful girl behind the folds. Her purple hair flowed to the middle of her back, loosely braided towards the end, the tip curled like a scorpion’s tail.

Pisces laughed and withdrew her baton from her sleeve.

The show was on.

She extended the baton to its full length, and lunged forward.

#zodiac #zodiac signs #pisces #scorpio #stupid shit #idk if i will finish this #fanart #i guess #maybe #pisces x scorpio

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miizpah · 3 years

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cₐₘₑᵣₐ wₒᵣₖ | suna rintarou

anon asks: this is a long one lol... this is a suna thirst!!! send tweet. okay we all know how suna just loves to record things, right??? so this definitely translates over to the bedroom y’know ;) and suna has like hundreds of pictures and videos of the both of you fucking or with cum on various parts of your (and his) body. okay here’s the request tho. you find his album with the vids and shit, and you try to explain to him how it bothers you (even though it doesn’t rlly bother you at all, ur more worried about someone hacking his phone) but suna is not having it ;););) and he thinks ur trying to control him and shit like that and as punishment he fucks you on camera and sends it his friends chat. hahah rip y/n. female reader, thanks!!

!post time skip!

tw. degrading, manipulation, cnc recording.

authors note: ooof, suna makes me go whoosh. anyways, i’m trying out a new theme... idk how to feel about it. make include some pictures or sum, idk idk idk...

Talk Shit Get Hit Bitch! 😎🤏🤬

four people are online...

best twin : ??? suna disappeared fast

bestest twin : where’d sunsun go? 👀

foxbutmakeitsexy : don’t call me that

foxbutmakeitsexy : n who changed my name?

jinbutwithouttheg : if we r talking abt stupid names

best twin : i think tsumu has the worst one

bestest twin : whatdja say?

jinbutwithouttheg : gorls don’t fight!!

jinbutwithouttheg : siriusly tho ... where did suna go?

foxbutmakeitsexy was online one minute ago

bestest twin : HUH?!??!

it was as if you were meant to see it. the album stored amongst the many photo albums that rintarou had, only difference was that this particular album looked like something out of a hentai manga. photos upon photos, some edited into different colors, others blurry but still noticeably you, and videos upon videos of just you, some of both of you, some of him. there hundreds of them, all staring back at you, seemingly mocking you.

you were only trying to take the phone to him, after he practically screamed from the living room that he forgot it and asked if you could take it to him. it was almost as if he wanted you to see the album, his phone’s bright light enchanting your eyes after picking the device up. it was like he knew that your curious nature would cause you to look.

“uh,” your voice was a bit soft, eyes looking everywhere but the questioning expression being sent your way. you hand the phone over, hands immediately coming together to twiddle your thumbs. “rin, those pictures of me are rather... bothersome?”

in actuality, it stroked your ego knowing that rintarou considered you beautiful enough store photos of you in your worse states. but, being the usual worrywart, you couldn’t help but think of possible hackers.

what if they hacked rintarou’s phone?

oh my god, what if they post your pictures and videos?

sell them? that was even worse, possible old perverts would be wacking to them.

you shudder.

“bothersome?” you can’t meet his eyes, knowing what his tone meant. “but you were begging me to take those pictures and videos, baby?”

“i...was not.” your face became flustered, you don’t remember that. but, you are most likely half brain dead whenever he decided to fuck you silly.

“oh?” he’s up then, standing in front you. “you’re not?” the brightness of his phone is a bit blinding, and as your eyes adjust, you can see perfectly as the video plays before you.

the lewd sounds bursting through the speakers, the way your bodies move together is nearly hypnotic, your voice begging for more, for everything.

you look away, but before you did, you see multiple notifications from a group chat coming in. you didn’t register it.

“just delete them, or, or, print them out!”

his fingers turn your jaw, causing you to gaze up into his eyes. they’re narrowed, glowering at you. “but, you can’t print out videos, those are the best.”

your teeth grit, forcibly jerking your head away from his grip. “just delete them, suna rintarou! i won’t have my nudes plastering around the internet.” and with that demand, you turn on your heels and walk away.

which was definitely not your smartest idea. you knew how rintarou was, you knew how quick his moods could change, and how quick he could have you bent and choking on his cock.

you could only freeze when you feel his fingers slither around the roots of your hair, a yelp leaving your lips when he yank harshly, sending you trembling back into his embrace. his other hand came up, wrapping around your throat in loose hold.

“watch your tone, whore.” he whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “you wanted those videos, you wanted those pictures.”

“i-i didn’t—”

“hm, you did. you begged for them like the good little slut you are,” his hand tightened around your neck. “you wanted them, yes or no?”

you breath in heavily, eyes watering. “no.”

“wrong answer.”

“rin-rintarou!” you squeal lightly when you’re suddenly thrown over his shoulder, the tall male practically kicking the bedroom door open, dropping you onto the bed and ordering you to stay put.

you could only watch as he closed the door before stalking towards you, something deep within his eyes that you couldn’t began to understand.

you only blinked and found yourself being dragged forward by your neck, forced onto your knees on the edge of the bed, rintarou glares down into your eyes.

shuddering, you open your mouth to say something, but is cut off by rintarou. “shut your fucking mouth, bitch.” your mouth closed immediately, brows furrowing before relaxing just as quick when he slotted his mouth against yours.

the kiss becoming messy quickly, your salvia mixing with his, teeth and tongues clashing. his hand loosen around your neck, both large hands coming down on your ass with a smack, enclosing around the fleshly meat tightly. you groan in appreciation, sticking your bottom further out.

your arms circle around his neck, pulling him closer to your body, your silk clad breast pressing against his bare chest. his teeth clamp onto your bottom lip, pulling softly before his tongue slips between his teeth and entangle with yours.

his hands knead and pull at your ass, smacking them a few times before sliding up your sides, hands latching onto your breasts. you hum, leaning back and giving him room to play around with your erect nipples.

his mouth leaves yours, “fucking slut, you’re enjoying this too much.” his words are warm against your cheek. “i can change that.” you can’t, you wanted to say. he wasn’t the best at giving out punishments, not when he, himself, enjoys fucking you a bit too much.

his lips trail down your cheek and jawline, before instantly attacking your neck with a sharp bite, you gasp and try to push him away, but just as quick as he bit, he was pulling away and giving soft licks to soothe over the harsh imprint.

“r-rintarou...” you whisper brokenly, the pain and pleasure mixing.

the taller pulled back fully, eyeing the teeth mark on your neck, humming in pride at his mark against your smooth skin.

“on your back.” his tone was rough, promising actual pain if you didn’t listen. so, you could only do as told, laying on your back and keeping your legs closed. his hands came down, spreading your legs and landing sharp slaps against both of them. you yelp, trying to close them, but he quickly slotted himself between them.

his phone is presented, his eyes staring deep into yours. “record.”

“n-no,” you deny, shaking your head.

he raised a brow, “now.” he ordered.

you gulp and take the phone, clicking onto the camera icon and sliding over to record.

rintarou smirked at you, leaving you breathless at the sudden heated stare, he’s fingers were pushing your panties away, blowing onto your heated cunt, your thighs tensing.

then, he’s devouring you. and your hands shake as the pleasure crawls from your core, extending through your legs and curling around yours toes, and your thumb accidentally pressed record and the ding sounds around the room.

your whimpers are already filling the room, free hand coming down and tangling through rintarou’s messy locks. his hands are tight around your thighs, squeezing and pushing them closer around his head, locking him in.

“ngh-ah!” your toes are curling, hand gripping tighter at his hair as you could feel yourself growing closer by the second. rintarou eating you out was always a blessing and a curse, he knew which parts of your cunt to fiddle around at to make you quickly.

he pulled back then, the camera catching the glistening of your arousal, coating his mouth and his chin, and the obvious satisfaction in his hooded eyes was daunting.

he wasn’t satisfied because he had you whimpering.

he wasn’t satisfied that he could make you cum almost immediately.

no, he was satisfied because he got you to record. he’s satisfied, and he smirked so devilishly at the camera that you nearly drop the device.

in a swiftness, he has the camera pointing in your direction. and you hide your face, not wishing for the camera to catch your already winded look.

he laughed, unbuckling his belt and his pants fall to the floor, he worked around like a pro, easily moving his briefs down. he steps out of his pants and briefs, and dragging you closer to the edge of the bed.

“look at the camera, [y/n]~” he teased, but you could hear the underlying threat. you shake your head. “don’t be shy, baby.” the tone sounded loving, but you could hear the threat.

look or suffer the consequences.

you move your head, revealing your flustered expression. behind the phone, rintarou grinned almost predatory.

the phone tilted, showing your body, still clad in your silky nightgown. the silk bunched around your waist, and you try to close your legs, but a single glance around the phone and you’re spreading your legs.

he crouched then, showing the camera your wet, dripping cunt. his fingers appearing, spreading your puffy lips. “so pretty.” he muttered, then his eyes are meeting yours. “i’m going to ruin you.” he said the magic words that would always send jolts of pleasure down your spine.

your eyes flutter, and you nodded eagerly. the phone in his hands long forgotten.

the next few moments are hazy, his imposing figure looming over you, legs hiking up around his waist, and you could only snap your eyes wide when he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“hm, b-big!” you sob, a few tears slipping from your eyes. no matter how many times you’ve taken him, he sheer size and girth will always leave you crying. your sob turns into moans of pleasure when rintarou began to move his hips, the pace slow and a bit tantalizing.

“you take me so well, pup.” you keen loudly at the name, eyes rolling. you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “you’re a good puppy, huh?”

“y-yes, ‘m good,” you whine, hands clutching the sheets beside you.

you could feel the flutters in your stomach each time rintarou slowly dragged his cock out, only to push back in roughly and repeat the process. he was teasing you now, wanting you to turn into a whining, begging mess, and more importantly, he wanted to catch all on camera.

the lewd wet sounds were only growing by the second, the burning feeling surrounding your cunt causing more arousal to gush out.

your eyes flutter open, and for a small moment, you wish you hadn’t. the camera was pointed directly were you two joined together, catching the way his cock plunged into you, the way your cunt stretched around him, and the fucking wet sounds emitting.

you whine loud in the back of your throat, throwing your head back onto the pillow. the humiliation and embarrassment slowly enclosing you in its hands, yet it only burned like fire and your body felt too incredibly hot.

you almost felt delirious, the camera, his cock, the temperature around the room, the fucking silk gown clinging to you.

“rin — ngh, f-fuck!” you could barley get any words out, eyes hooded and mouth dropping open. the pace was too slow, too hot, you wanted to say something, tell him to go faster, but the small ounce of pride you had left kept those words locked up.

you wouldn’t beg.

you look up suddenly, whining when noticing him taking a step back and crouching down. you wanted to close your legs, but his shoulders were already there and his fingers were spreading your puffy lips apart, revealing your sopping cunt.

“looks so good, pretty girl,” rintarou groaned lowly. “who’s cock got you this wet?” looking to your left, you mumbled the answer. a sharp slap sounded, the pain in your thigh sending another gush of arousal and you moan prettily. “speak up, pup.”

“yours did, rin!”

rintarou hummed, rubbing your thigh as to soothe the pain. “my cock is the only one that gets you this wet, right?”

“y-yes!” you shudder.

you can practically feel his smirk as he asked the next question. “you want my cock in you?”

“rin!” you whine, tears of frustration forming.

“answer the question.” he was full on grinning now, watching your reaction over his phone.

“yes, i want your cock in me.”

“beg for it,” you could practically mouth the words with him. he was getting a bit predictable.

you wouldn’t beg, you reminded yourself. no matter how much you wanted his — he stood up, drawing your attention to his erect cock, and suddenly your mouth was opening.

“i... rin, fuck me,” you whine. “i need your cock in me, please.” if there was one thing you hated the most, it was begging.

dumb bitch, you weren’t supposed to beg! you insulted yourself, fucking dick whipped seriously.

the phone lowered from rintarou’s face, revealing the dark look in his eyes. the satisfied smirk. he shut his phone off, grabbing his pants and disappearing into the bathroom.

your eyes widen then, he had gotten what wanted. you stand up immediately, rushing after him into the bathroom.

“rintarou!” you enter the bathroom, seeing the male standing before the glass shower. one look over his shoulder, and you only gasp in horror.

Talk Shit Get Hit Bitch 😎🤏🤬 | 200+ unread messages

foxbutmakeitsexy is online...

bestest twin : suna u little shit!

jinbutwithouttheg : not u suddenly appearing from the dead

best twin : 😎🤏🙄 and where have u been?

foxbutmakeitsexy : 😏

jinbutwithouttheg : i dont like that face

bestest twin : is that suna?

best twin : hol up smth aint right

foxbutmakeitsexy has sent a video...

jinbutwithouttheg : oh...

bestest twin : 😎🤏😌 ive been blessed ✨

best twin : 🤭 not me finna ask for a threesome

jinbutwithouttheg : miss y/n girl... whew

foxbutmakeitsexy : i was busy 🙄

note — i am disgust 😎🤏😭 i rlly left yall without an orgasm. my sincerest apologies, but miss y/n girl, u got a bad boyfriend.

#✨.requests.#🌚.dirty #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #suna rinataro #suna x reader #y/n #tw.degradation #tw.noncon #tw.manipulation

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hottestthingalive · 3 years

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ok so all my brain will think about at the moment is early l’manberg wilbur giving tommy this little digital polaroid camera (the kind that produces photos immediately but they start out black and you have to wait for them to fully develop) and saying “i want them to see this from your eyes” and never elaborating. and tommy, well, he doesn’t quite get what wilbur’s talking about and never gets a proper explanation, but he does love that camera, loves taking the photos and stringing them around his house and giving them to his friends and pasting dozens of near-identical, blurry photos of him and tubbo flipping off the camera to the walls of people that piss them off. and there’s so many photos of l’manberg, because tommy loves his country and his friends and they’re the same thing really, and so the history books and archives of l’manberg have drawings and maps and documents written in elegant, scrawling handwriting, and also photos taken by a teenager of his friends in their brand-new revolutionary uniforms, grinning at the camera because the world seems good and kind and wonderful for just a brief moment.

and i imagine tommy trying to find joyous things to photograph in pogtopia, too: pictures of potato plants grown by torchlight with stone walls just barely visible in the background, and polished diamond swords reflecting cigarette smoke, and wilbur smiling at the camera with shadows under his eyes and hands half-hidden behind his back and coated in redstone and gunpowder. tommy, who had gone through packs and packs of film with his camera before, suddenly begins hoarding photos, trying to save them for happy days. thus, there are only two pictures of tubbo taken post-election and pre-execution: one of the two of them meeting in the woods outside manburg (arms around each other, one in a suit pressed and fitted and one in clothes ripped and torn, but grins equally wide as they beam at the camera because they are so happy to be together) and one taken just before tubbo’s speech (in which he’s standing on the roof where wilbur and tommy were hiding, mid-laugh, proud and prepared and his smile nervous but filled with excitement, the decorations blurred but visible behind him. “we have to take a photo,” tommy’d said, “it’s your big day, your festival!” and so tubbo had let tommy take one before he joined schlatt and quackity on the stage, laughing the whole time as tommy bemoaned not getting to take proper pictures of the whole thing).

these are the photos tommy holds in his hands, shaking, as he sprints back towards pogtopia, where tubbo is respawning, and these are the photos tucked into his pockets as he enters the pit, and these are the photos right besides his next one of tubbo, face newly-scarred and still bandaged in places, but still grinning as he shows off his progress in automating the farm.

in the briefly peaceful time after wilbur’s death, there are only a few photos: ones of new l’manberg, ones of tubbo, and one of ranboo. tommy hadn’t felt much like photography, then, and it shows.

and then there is exile.

tommy had kept the camera hidden, stashed away with his compass, but there were still a few photos taken. or they seem to have been, anyway: there was film missing, enough to indicate that he took a few dozen photos during that time that were never found, save for a couple of techno and tommy and phil that hid under the floorboards of the cottages in the arctic for a long, long while, and were eventually found by phil when tommy was dead, who put them in an envelope and left it on a bookshelf, unmailed and unmarked, next to a similar envelope filled with photos of wilbur.

(tommy burned them. all the other photos, he burned. he made a bonfire with tubbo after doomsday and the disc confrontation, stood next to his best friend near his home in snowchester, and together they burned photos from tommy’s exile and documents from new l’manberg, after which they roasted marshmallows in the embers and listened to mellohi play.)

but after his death, i like to think that tommy started taking photos again: slowly at first, maybe, but tommy beginning to take photos of everything he loves — music discs and alliums and his friends and family — and hanging them on the walls of his home. i like to think that tubbo and ranboo bought him film and helped him fix up his old, shitty camera when it broke, that tommy taught michael to take pictures with it, and that michael’s first photo (of his chicken) has a place of honor on the walls of tommy’s room. i like to think that tommy, after everything, documented how the world healed via pictures, via contrast: photos of red vines next to ones taken of the same place after they’d died, photos of destruction and then of forests regrowing, and a photo of dream next to a picture of pandora’s vault in one shadowy corner near his furnace.

and i like to think that wilbur, newly revived, hears a click and turns to see tommy lowering a scratched and battered camera, already reaching for the photo as it whirrs out of the little machine, and says “you kept that?” and then says “you still use it?” and then says “me?” in a voice that is very small and very un-wilbur.

“you?” asks tommy, who is older and wiser and still never quite figured out what wilbur wanted him to take the photos for, exactly.

“i- well, i figured,” says wilbur, straightening, suddenly (seemingly) confident, a mask on a mask on a ghost, “that if anyone could best record our history, it would be you. so thank you, tommy.”

he’s lying (of course he’s lying. wilbur always lies) but tommy knows that wilbur knows that tommy, especially now, tends to photograph things that he thinks are good and true and lasting, and he knows that wilbur knows that he knows the truth of the matter anyways. so tommy just smiles, slowly, hesitantly, and wilbur smiles back, and it feels like healing, even if they don’t acknowledge it.

besides, tommy is a liar too, and he rather likes wilbur’s falsehood: the idea of those that come after them only knowing their history based on his polaroids of the most beautiful moments. there’s enough of them, knows tommy with his house covered in pictures and more in his chests and in those of just about everyone else in the dsmp, for that idealistic little half-truth to be believed.

i guess i just like to think about tommy looking for beautiful things every day and always finding them, despite all that he’s endured. and about him continuing to find more and more and more as time passes, and about the people around him starting to find them too, thanks to his photos.

just. tommy and the rest of the dsmp slowly starting to believe the world is a beautiful place after all, and his polaroids as proof.

#tommy dream smp #dream smp #dsmp tommy #yep i have no idea what to tag this with #cinder writes #i guess???

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Long Night in the Valley Chapter 16

"But Suzuki-san was knocked out a bunch before this," said Ochako.

"I know," said One, still holding out the little packs of pills, "but apparently going to sleep is different from being knocked out."

"I think being drugged is a lot different from going to sleep, too," said Todoroki, taking one of the pill packs.

"I literally did not make the rules of this quirk." He turned his head to the side and started muttering about how Saito's quirk could have been used for good.

"How closely are you related to Midoriya, anyway?" asked Todoroki.

One startled. "Oh, uh, heh. You know. Enough for him to use the quirk?"

Wow. That was a suspicious answer.

"Are you Midoriya's father?" asked Todoroki.

"Todoroki, what--" started Iida.

"I have been dead for over a hundred years."

"That's not a no."

"Anyway," said Ochako, taking a sleeping pill from One but not opening it. "Are you sure, completely sure, you don't want our help? I mean, thinking about it, if you can get Izuku's quirk back from him like this, can’t he take your quirks, too?"

"Probably," agreed One, casually. "That's part of the reason we want you away from him." He mixed taking a pill. "We're also trying to make him think he can't. Or at least think that we think he can't. He's never had a very high opinion of our intelligence. And if he thinks that we think he can't, he'll never think that we're doing it."

Todoroki nodded along to this sagely.

"There’s also the possibility that he won't be able to - there are significant differences between my quirk and his. He can't do a passive DNA read, for example. That and the remnants of Izuku's quirk are the main reasons we think this will work, after all."

The world trembled slightly, then shook, as if an earthquake had just happened.

"He could take our mental selves, though," continued One. "Whether or not he'd keep them once this quirk wears off is something I'd rather not know… Although it'd be interesting to see if he could take the DNA aspect of a quirk that doesn't have a corresponding mental component present, since that's what actually trips him up when he tries to take One for All - he can't take the mental aspect, so his quirk aborts the sequence."

The ground shook again, harder.

"But that's honestly academic. You see, being dead can get boring, so we've spent a lot of time running war games and fighting each other."

This time, the shaking knocked all of them but One to their knees.

"Please take the pills? Now? We're really going to be fine."

A rocket screamed in the distance, followed by an explosion.

"This doesn't have opiates in it, does it?" asked Iida.

"Nothing here is real, so, no."

Ochako startled awake and immediately clutched at her head. That was one heck of a headache. Driven by the need to see where she was, she peeled open her eyes.

This was… the infirmary at UA?

How'd she get here?

"Oi! Granny! Cheeks is awake!"

That was Bakugo. There was something she wanted to do regarding Bakugo. What was it again?

"Don’t shout! This is a place of quiet and healing."

"I wanna know what fffffffffrick happened to shhhhtupid Deku."

Oh. She remembered now.

"As do we all, but you shouldn't crowd someone coming out of a mental quirk like that, it could be--"

No time like the present, decided Ochako.

She snapped into a sitting position, and punched Bakugo in the face.

"Ow! Mother--!"

Recovery Girl sighed. "Dangerous. Uraraka, how are you feeling?"

"I'm telling you," said Suzuki, propped up in the hospital bed, "there's a whole cabal of them, telepathically linked to each other and to All for One." He swatted away the nurse's hand. "Some of them are old heroes, too. They must have gone over to him for longevity quirks or something. They were- they were joking with each other about how to kill me. That's why I had to bail out."

"I believe you," said the commission president solemnly. “We have come across some evidence of our own that puts yours into a much more… credible light than it would be otherwise. Could you identify them, the other members of this ‘cabal?’”

“Some of them,” said Suzuki, doubtfully. “But others I didn’t recognize, or see for very long.” He shuddered. “Some of them… Some of them I would very much like to be mistaken about, sir.”

“The ones you are sure of?” prompted the president.

“Skyrunner,” said Suzuki, looking pale. “We should investigate her associates, as well,” he added, as if the president was unfit for his job. “There was another… I only know him from pictures, but I’m sure it was Fidelity.”

The president let neither his annoyance at Suzuki nor the familiarity of the two names distract him. “And how did Aizawa Shouta interact with them?”

Suzuki sniffled. “He sided with them. They all tried to put up a show when I was watching, but they never attacked him like they attacked me. That woman… she kept dropping me…” He knotted his fingers in his hair.

“What about All Might?”

“I’m… not sure. There was an image of him there, but he didn’t speak, not like the others. I couldn’t… couldn’t say if he was involved like they were.”

Not the conclusive report he’d been hoping for, then, but it confirmed that Midoriya Izuku was indeed in league with All for One.

… and also that he was providing All for One with at least one link with the outside world.

If Skyrunner and the others truly were alive, that meant that he had even more.

If. If they were alive. Even for a man of All for One’s talents, he had doubts about his ability to locate so many longevity quirks. The nomu with their duplicated quirks seemed to be a recent development. Then, too, there was the matter of Midoriya’s blood sample. Skyrunner and Fidelity were both on the list of people whose DNA had been mingled with his.

“There was also…” said Suzuki. He swallowed. “There was also… Tempest. She looked just like the old posters.”

Another name from the lists. The president closed his eyes briefly and pulled out his phone, going to the pictures he had saved of the hero Lariat and the vigilante Forewarning. Lariat’s photo was obviously better, having been an official picture for the purposes of identification. Forewarning’s was blurry and at an awkward angle, but given what he’d been - and who he served - it was only to be expected.

He showed the phone to Suzuki.

“These two?”

Suzuki stared. “Yes,” he said. “How did you know?”

“As I said,” replied the president, “we’ve gathered some of our own evidence while you’ve been asleep.” He put his phone away. “I expect a more thorough, formal report of what you discovered in Midoriya’s mind by the end of the day.”

“Of course, sir,” said Suzuki.

The president nodded, and with no more farewell than that, left.

As soon as he was alone, his phone was in his hand again. “I need an emergency exhumation order for the heroes Lariat, Fidelity, and Skyrunner.”

Aizawa stepped into the lobby of the apartment building. It seemed normal enough, even if the finishings were incredibly old-fashioned and its emptiness gave it a disturbing quality. The overhead lights buzzed. The wallpaper peeled. The air smelled faintly of ammonia. The paint on the receptionist’s desk had flaked off in places. There was gum matted in the carpet.

It was a normal apartment building. Not a nice one.

Aizawa walked cautiously to the desk, and peered at the mailboxes behind it. He picked out the name ‘Shigaraki’ in the third row, and made note of the apartment number.

The elevator, predictably, was out of order, not that it particularly mattered to Aizawa. He wouldn’t have trusted it to bring him to his destination, regardless. He barely trusted the stairs for that, after how many times this dream world had changed under his feet.

He reached the third floor without incident, and found the Shigaraki apartment. The door was locked, but Aizawa always carried a set of lockpicks with him, something that was as true here as in the real world. He made short work of it.

The apartment was… normal. Chaotic. Not very clean. Several sets of shoes, various sizes, littered the entryway. Medical bills and homework covered the kitchen table, more than a few letters on the floor. Bowls were stacked next to the sink. One of the rooms didn’t have a door, but a curtain. There were scorch marks on the walls.

Aizawa took a deep breath, and stepped into the apartment.

At first, nothing changed. Then, the light streaming past the curtains dimmed, natural light becoming weak, flickering sodium-yellow, and the dusty silence of an abandoned place was replaced with something that was almost like city nightlife.

Almost. There was something badly off about it. More than something… Too much anger. Not a single happy voice. Too many crashes and bangs. But… also not enough. Not enough for a riot or a protest. No motors, either. No cars.

He made his way to the window and looked out. There were people there. Crowds, even. People raging. People despairing. There were people tearing at the buildings, attacking their surroundings and one another, but many simply laid on the ground. Others… others seemed to be hunting. Looking for something, armed with makeshift weaponry.

Red lightning split the sky above them. Someone wailed, and the hunting party changed direction, going to where the lightning had struck.

Aizawa had seen the footage from Kamino, the way lightning had sparked, jagged, around the villain’s arms. He didn’t know what that lightning meant here, but he didn’t intend to get close enough to find out.

But he did have to go out, to find Midoriya’s quirk, or the representation of it. Wherever it was, it wasn’t in this apartment.

Probably.

Just to be sure, he threw open the doors and cabinets, searching and not finding. However, the apartment really was as empty of people as it seemed. Part of Aizawa itched to investigate this place more, this place where All for One was allegedly raised.

He left the apartment, making his way quickly down the stairs. In the real world, he would have most likely left through the window, jumping down to quell the near-riot happening below, to pull aside some of the younger people he had seen. But none of the people below were real, and he needed to lay low, stay inconspicuous.

Walking through Midoriya’s and the others’ minds, he and his students had always been noticed immediately. The ‘vestiges’ were distracting All for One, but Aizawa didn’t want to push his luck.

He walked out into the dim street, keeping close to the walls of buildings for whatever little cover they provided. The air tasted… oddly sterile.

The ‘people’ here were most likely stolen quirks, not memories. Would Midoriya’s be out in this? Or hidden away? How big was All for One’s mental landscape? The man was more than a century old.

If the quirk acted like the child it had belonged to… most likely it would go somewhere familiar. Midoriya’s apartment, maybe? Had he lived there, back then?

It was, unfortunately, his only lead.

(He did not think highly of his chances at success.)

“Eraserhead?”

The call was hissed, hushed and disbelieving. Aizawa half-turned, thinning his profile to provide a smaller target, his hands on his capture weapon.

Then he hesitated.

“Ragdoll?”

She blinked rapidly at him, eyes tearing up. “He got you, too, Eraser?”

Aizawa took in the brightly-colored hero costume and the ever so slightly off way she held herself. “You… aren’t really Shiretoko Tomoko, are you?” He knew that, or should have known that, but it was very different to see someone he knew… the quirk of someone he knew… here.

She crossed her arms and pursed her lips, face still twisted in upset and grief. “Just like you aren’t really…” Her eyes widened, and she pushed him into a nearby alleyway. He let her, barely resisting the urge to throw her off and double-guessing that decision. “You are the real Eraserhead,” she whispered, urgently. “The real Aizawa Shouta.”

To trust or not to trust… She’d know more than Aizawa about this place and where Midoriya’s quirk might be, but she was also compromised simply by the situation she was in and what she was. He didn’t know how much control All for One had over her, nor how similar she was to the real Ragdoll.

“Why are you here? How are you here?” Her words carried an edge of desperation. “You can’t be here. This is hell.”

“It’s a quirk. I’m looking for someone,” said Aizawa, making a snap decision. “A child.”

“One of your students?”

“Younger,” said Aizawa. “About five.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down as much as I’d like,” admitted not-Ragdoll.

“A boy,” said Aizawa. “Curly green hair. Probably small for his age.”

She blinked again, eyelashes fluttering. “Green hair? Like Midoriya?”

“You remember him?”

“It would be hard to forget the student Kota punched in the…'' she trailed off with a grimace. “Is he alright? Kota?”

“He’s fine. And… you’re fine, as well. Alive, I mean.”

“That’s not really…” She chewed her lower lip. “Call me Search. Midoriya, is he…?”

“He’s… The situation is complicated.”

Ragdoll-- Search nodded. “I haven’t seen anyone that looks like that,” she said. “But I’m not the only hero-- The only hero’s quirk here.” She stepped out of the alley. “Let me show you.”

This felt like a trap.

He didn’t have any better leads.

He followed.

Kazuki had never been strong. As a child, he’d been sickly, and he’d grown into a sickly adult. Allergies and autoimmune disorders had plagued him growing up, as well as common viruses made near-fatal by his adverse reactions to vaccines and already-compromised immune system. Then, as a teen, he’d been diagnosed with a cellular degeneration disorder that had sprung up at about the same time as meta abilities. A disorder that, if Nine was any indicator, had never been cured.

Then his brother had given him the stockpile. And that had…

Well. It had hurt, at first. It had left him sicker than ever, confused and possibly a little delirious as his own power sheered away the ghost of a half-brother he’d never met into near-nothingness, as instincts and senses he’d only been peripherally aware of opened up, angry and inflamed by the violation.

(He wondered, now, if One for All might have manifested very differently if the stockpile hadn’t been forced on him. If the reason Izuku was drawing out the quirks of his predecessors wasn’t because of the mechanical remnants of his original quirk, but because One for All itself had finally settled into equilibrium with the stockpile.)

But. He’d had the stockpile. He’d had that well of power, shallow as it had been back then. at the beginning.

Kazuki still wasn’t strong. Never, in his entire life, from birth to death, had he been strong.

But it was a fact that, for as long as the strong and the weak had existed among men, so had equalizing devices.

Kazuki could lean on a cane. He could also beat someone to death with one. At least, when he’d been alive.

He’d done some staffwork, too, when he’d been alive. The weapon wasn’t as inconspicuous in the modern world as it had been in the past, but it had reach and versatility. Also, many cleaning implements, garden tools, and lengths of pipe could be used as a staff in a pinch.

But his favorite weapon was the sword.

(Kazuki had excelled above his older brother in only four areas: morality, med school, finishing books, and kendo.)

Force multipliers, one friend in the underground had called Kazuki’s weapons. Specialized levers.

Someone, a westerner, Kazuki thought, had once said that you could move the world with a long enough lever. Kazuki couldn’t claim to have done that, he couldn’t even move his brother, but weapons had made his use of One for All much more efficient.

Much more deadly, in some cases.

Unfortunately, his blade failed to cleave off his brother’s insufferably smug face, steel skittering off his brother’s quirk-enhanced hand. Kazuki dove past him, tumbled, making sure to keep the cutting edge of his sword pointed away from himself, and rolled smoothly to his feet, the phantom buzz of One for All under his skin making him much more coordinated than he otherwise would have been.

Daigoro and Rokuya had already engaged his brother. Ryuji was circling, unnoticeable, waiting for an opening. Miranda had summoned a dense fog that crackled with lightning (incidentally not something she’d commonly been able to do in life - for most of her feats, the prevailing weather conditions had to be just right first). Nana was minding the environment, for the moment, making sure it suited them and hindered their opponent. Although, she’d attempted a few several-story axe-kicks, when she saw the opportunity.

As for their youngest two members…

“I hadn’t expected you to let Midoriya Izuku fight,” said All for One, as if everyone involved wasn’t completely, brutally aware that he was Izuku’s father, “but I really expected more action from All Might. Are you afraid I’ll do to your mind what I did to your body?”

“Shut up!” shouted Izuku. “Leave him alone! He’s driving!”

“He’s wha--?”

Rokuya and Miranda both took All for One’s distraction as an opening to hit him with electrical attacks. Rokuya laughed wildly. “Tase him again, senpai!”

Kazuki adjusted his grip on the police stun baton he found in his hand (he’d stolen one, once, and kept it for a week before realizing it was GPS enabled) and smiled. A request like that from his successor? How could he refuse?

Vlad’s car, ever so gently, rolled to a stop. Toshinori cursed vigorously, though not particularly creatively, and winced. There wasn’t anything he could do about a empty fuel tank. Swearing at it wasn’t going to fill it up.

Once met someone with a quirk like…

Toshinori squeezed his eyes shut and let the foreign memory roll over him. Focus on positives. They were much closer to the Wild Wild Pussycats’ compound, almost to the cliffside that Izuku and his classmates had been tipped off of by Pixie Bob, and… Toshinori had to let that memory flicker and pass as well.

He pulled first their supplies, then Izuku, from the car, wanting to keep his student in the warmth provided by the barely-functional heating system for as long as possible. On a whim, he took the emergency supplies Vlad had stored in his car as well.

Perhaps taking things from his fellow teacher should have twinged his conscience more than stealing from villains, but, well. Vlad would have more loss to worry about than a small first aid kit, emergency foil blankets, and road flares. Toshinori had originally intended to return the car, or at least leave it somewhere Vlad could find, but his plans had changed.

The car might not be next to the cliff Izuku and his classmates had fallen from at the beginning of their summer camp experience, but it was next to a cliff.

He made sure the wheel was turned in the right direction, got behind the car and pushed. It took longer than he would have liked to get to the cliffside, but once he did, momentum and gravity took care of the rest.

The result was loud enough to jostle Izuku from his state of not-quite-sleep and left a fair amount of car-related debris on the side of the cliff, but the car itself was obscured quite nicely by the pine trees below.

He walked, slowly, back to Izuku, who had struggled into a sitting position, and was now contemplating standing.

“Don’t,” said Toshinori, softly. “I’ll carry you.”

“But,” said Izuku, looking at him with worry. He swallows, licking split lips. “You’re really not in better shape than I am.”

“You’re keeping us hidden,” said Toshinori. “I’m not.”

Izuku sagged, defeated. “Okay,” he said, softly.

“I was on my way when I found you,” said Search, leading Aizawa forward. “He knows everywhere here, he is everywhere here, and a lot of the quirks here belonged to his followers, or to people who were his enemies but were just as bad as he was… We have to move where we meet.”

“And who is ‘we’ in this situation?” asked Aizawa.

There was a lull in the conversation as they pressed themselves to a wall to let a large group go by.

“Other heroes,” said Search, quietly, once they were more or less alone again. “Rather, their quirks.” She looked up at him. “We might not be them, but we refuse to let him change us, destroy more of what we are.” Something more… natural, for lack of a better term, bled into her bearing.

It was then that it struck Aizawa, what had been bothering him about all the ‘people’ here. None of them moved like they were alive. Not even the vestiges in Midoriya’s mind felt so dead.

Aizawa was standing in a world of ghosts.

He forced himself to nod at her, this specter wearing his colleague’s face and memories. If what she said was true, then she was, indeed, pursuing a noble cause.

She led him to what looked like an average, middle-class hotel, except that it was painted with bright, red graffiti accusing the owners of being ‘mutants.’ They entered through a side door, and went down into a basement filled with washing and drying machines.

The room was also full of people. Quirks. All of whom became very tense upon seeing Aizawa.

“Who’s this?” asked one of them, a thin woman still wearing a blood-splattered costume. Aizawa vaguely recognized her face as that of a hero who’d been popular when he’d been a kid.

“This is Eraserhead,” said Search. “The real Eraserhead.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure,” said Search.

Aizawa didn’t know how she could be, seeing as she hadn’t really asked him any questions that could confirm his identity, but he didn’t belabor the point.

“He’s looking for someone,” she continued.

“Forget that, how did you even get in here?” demanded someone else.

“A quirk,” said Aizawa.

“Duh,” said a boy in an old Shiketsu uniform. “Of course it was a quirk. Can we have some more detail? We haven’t gotten any news since she came in.” He jerked his head towards Search.

“It was a number of quirks,” allowed Aizawa, “interacting in an unpredicted way. The reason you haven’t gotten any…” He looks at Search. “News. Is because All for One is in Tartarus.”

He’d vaguely expected for the quirks to be reassured by this. Instead, they frowned.

“If you manage to get out,” said the boy, “tell them that they need to kill him. He’s not going to stay nicely in prison.”

“He’s right,” said the woman, crossing her arms. “It doesn’t matter what kind of restraints, drug cocktail, or quirk you’ve got. You see the crowds out there?” She moved to point. “Every person in them is a quirk. Strength quirks, fire quirks, longevity quirks, healing quirks, you name it, he’s got it. The only reason he hasn’t sunk the country is because he wants to rule it.” There was a murmur of agreement.

“I’ll pass it on,” said Aizawa. “But I do have something I’m here for.”

“What?” she snapped.

“A kid’s quirk,” said Search, quickly.

“Why?” asked a vigilante’s quirk, stepping forward. Aizawa had investigated their death. People with healing quirks rarely died like that. “What good does it do you?”

“I know the kid in question,” said Aizawa. “The rest is classified.”

He could make things classified if he wanted to.

“Can you describe them?” asked the vigilante, making gentle shapes with their hands.

“A boy,” said Aizawa. “Green eyes, green curly hair. Probably small. Probably has a thing for notebooks.”

The atmosphere in the room stilled from merely unnatural to deathly.

“Yeah,” said the woman. “We know who you’re talking about.” She pursed her lips. “This is something that’ll make it so All for One won’t be able to use him anymore, right?”

“Hopefully,” said Aizawa. “When you say use…”

The woman waved him off. “The kid’s fine,” she said. “Just terrifying, is all.”

Aizawa closed his eyes. “Of course he is.”

"We decided to keep him away from the other kids," said the vigilate's quirk, "because he was freaking them out."

They were in an apartment building again, this one newer.

"We try to keep the kids away from all that in general." The vigilante waved towards the racket outside. "Wish we could get them free, but…" He trailed off, fixing Aizawa with an appraising look. "If this works with your kid, and he gets his quirk back, maybe you could try with some of the others? I think at least some of them must still be alive out there, right? If your kid is."

"I'll look into it," said Aizawa, "but I'm afraid this is a one time only chance."

"Figures," muttered the vigilante. He knocked on the door.

There was an excited gasp from the other side, and then the pitter-patter of little feet. Then, more concerningly, several metallic clanks and clicks as bolts and locks from the other side of the door were released. The door swung back, and a painfully tiny version of Midoriya beamed up at them.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #fic #fanfic #long night in the valley

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Le parfum de l'amour

This is the @maribat-secret-santa-2020 piece for @saltandfluff I am so sorry for being late!

Anyway, I will be using the quantic kids, but you don't necessary have to know them to understand this fic.

The only have to know that "Melodie" is Allegra's nickname.

Ao3

It was always a bad idea to try to mess with fate. Everyone knew this. Allegra knew this, but she didn't care. Not when it was taking a toll on her sanity.

There were only so many times a person could see two literal soulmates walk past each other before they decided to take matters into their own hands.

So that's what she did.

Or well, was going to do once she could convince her friends to help her out.

"I don't know, Mel." Allan rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "These things take time you know? You cannot rush it." He glanced at the corkboard that was behind Allegra and winced, it was going to be impossible to talk her out of the crazy plan.

On the corkboard, there were two pictures. One was a selfie of Marinette Dupain-cheng. A twenty-year-old who was a regular at the café where Allegra and Claude worked at. After chatting with her in the mornings, Allegra decided to adopt the girl, and she introduced her to the rest of the group. She quickly became friends with Allan and surprisingly enough, with Felix as well.

The second picture was a rather blurry photo that was clearly taken from afar. You could sort of make out the image of Timothy Drake. The sleep-deprived twenty-one-year-old who had started going to the café for about a month. All the employees loved him because he never failed to amuse everyone with his half-asleep antics.

The one thing that both pictures had in common was a coffee cup.

On Marinette's collarbone, there was a small tattoo-like mark that looked like a coffee cup. The same one that was on Tim's wrist. Soul marks . Granted, they looked a bit plain compared to most people's soul marks, but in Allegra's eyes, they were the excuse she needed to get them together.

Allegra had shipped her two favorite customers long before she noticed their soul marks. But now that she knew they were soulmates . Well, she was not going to rest until they finally met.

"I'm not trying to rush things!" Allegra insisted. "I just want to push them in the right direction."

Allan looked at her, doubtful. "That's basically the same thing. Plus do actually think that," he squinted to read the list of plans that was tacked on the corkboard. "'Locking them inside a room with no escape' is merely pushing them in the right direction? 'Cause I think that sounds more like a hostage situation."

Allegra glared at him. "You know what? I don't need your help. Claude will help me. Right, Claude?"

Claude looked at her with wide eyes. "Oh no no no. Sorry Melodie but I can't."

"Uh, I'm sorry what?" Allegra blinked. It was very out of character for Claude to turn down the opportunity to help her with one of her elaborate plans. Not to mention that in this case, they were doing it to help Marinette.

"Allegra," he said solemnly, "this is a destiny thing. We just can't interfere."

Allegra facepalmed. "You can't be serious."

Claude looked at her dead in the eye. "If we interfere we might end up," he leaned towards her and whispered " cursed"

"Oh give me a break." Allegra pushed Claude away. "Are you guys kidding me? This is Marinette we're talking about. You all can't possibly think that Marinette wouldn't want to meet her soulmate, and as her friends, we have to help her."

"I agree with Allegra."

Everyone spun around in surprise.

Felix rolled his eyes at his friends' incredulous expressions. "What? Marinette is my friend as well. Is it really that shocking that I want to see her happy?" The three of them nodded. He ignored them. "Besides, I've heard Marinette ramble about soulmates nonstop, so it's clear that meeting hers is what she would want."

Allegra was the first to react "See guys? Even Felix agrees with me!"

Felix huffed. "Yes, but I also think that your plans are ridiculous and ineffective."

"Ouch"

"I think the best thing we can do to help is to get them to interact and we-"

"That's literally what my plans are for!" Allegra interrupted.

Claude crossed his arms. "And what do you mean by 'we'? I haven't agreed to do anything."

Shooting both of them a glare, Felix continued. "- can do that without needing to kidnap them. We simply have to make it so that they have no other choice but to sit at the same table at the café. You all know how friendly Marinette is, it will only be a matter of time before they start talking."

There was a beat of silence.

"That… that might actually work," Allan admitted. "Soulmates are naturally drawn to each other so once they actually have a conversation we won't have to do anything else. They can figure out that they're soulmates by themselves." He paused and then chuckled. "We'll just have to push them in the right direction."

"But how are we going to get them in the café at the same time?" Allegra asked. "Tim always comes in right after Mari has left."

"Pft that's easy!" Claude exclaimed. "Just tell her that you need help with something and that you'll need for her to stay a while longer at the café. Since Mari doesn't have early classes on Wednesday she'll agree and- oh!" Claude suddenly slapped his hand over his mouth as his eyes widened with horror. "This does not mean that I'm helping." He mumbled from underneath his hand.

Allan laughed. "I think you just did."

"Looks like someone's going to end up cursed." Allegra singed songed. "Not even ladybug is going to be able to help you with that bad luck that's to come." She teased.

Claude pouted. "Haha, laugh all you want." He then looked up at the corkboard and grimaced. "But you're right, there's no turning back now. What do you need me to do?"

Allegra clapped her hands in glee.

"Okay so here's the plan."

~♡~♡~♡~

Just like Claude had predicted, it was incredibly easy to convince Marinette to stay at the café. All that was left to do was orchestrate everything just so that the two soulmates had to sit at the same table.

It was easier said than done but after enlisting more people to help out, they were able to make sure that the café was full for that morning.

Everything was going according to plan…

Until…

"WHERE. IS. TIM?"

Claude looked around. "He hasn't arrived yet?"

"No!" Allegra cried. She glanced down at her watch and winced. They were running out of time.

Claude frowned. "And you know, it would have been nice if Marinette hadn't chosen today to wear a turtleneck."

Allegra couldn't help but agree. Sure, Marinette looked amazing with the turtleneck and skirt outfit but did she really have to wear it today? When they needed for her to show off her soul mark?

It was like the universe was against them.

But finally, Allegra heard a tinkling sound at the door. She spun around praying that it was Tim.

And it was!

He looked more tired than usual as he stumbled around trying to find a seat.

Allegra watched as Tim danced around the tables that were being occupied just as he was about to take a seat.

One after the other until finally, a good push later, he ended up at Marinette's table.

~♡~♡~♡~

Tim was too tired to deal with this.

All he wanted was to sit down, have a couple of cups of coffee at his favorite coffee shop and finally be awake enough to continue investigating the moth guy.

But apparently, that was too much to ask because almost all the tables were full.

"Sorry man," Claude whispered as he guided a couple and motioned them to sit at the table that Tim had beelined for.

"Oh, actually I'm waiting for Adam." Felix had said when Tim asked if he could sit with him. Which was strange since Adam had said that he was waiting for Felix when he asked him.

But he could barely comprehend what they were saying, so he was not conscious enough to complain.

Tim continued on his journey when he felt someone push him from behind. In his half-asleep haze, Tim lunged at the chair that was in front of him hoping that it would break his fall.

It took him a few seconds to recover. He wanted nothing more than to pass out right then and there, splayed out on a coffee shop chair as everyone stared at him wondering if he was drunk.

He too wondered if he was drunk, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so if he was drunk, he was not going to figure it out on his own.

When he finally looked up, his eyes met with a pair of beautiful bluebell eyes.

~♡~♡~♡~

Marinette watched as a guy stumbled around the café until finally flopping onto the other chair at her table.

It was clear that he was sleep-deprived. She had seen enough videos that her evil friends had taken when she was in a similar state to know the poor guy probably hadn't slept at all for the last week or so.

Marinette wanted nothing more than to drag the guy to the nearest bed or couch and wrap him up in a bunch of blankets. Just because she didn't comprehend the term "self-care" for herself didn't make Marinette any less of a "mom friend"

But she had to remind herself that she didn't know the guy, so it might be considered kidnapping to drag someone somewhere against their will.

Too bad.

The best she could do was offer him her own coffee.

"Hey, I think you need this more than I do at the moment." She said, pushing the drink his way as he stood up.

He mumbled something that could be interpreted as a "thank you" and eagerly took the drink. His eyes lit up when the heavenly liquid touched his tongue.

It was almost miraculous how quickly the caffeine took effect.

Actually, it was Marinette may or may not have mixed a little concoction she made with Tikki that helped her when she stayed up late with her regular coffee.

The guy blinked. "This. Is. Incredible."

Marinette laughed "Yeah, it's what I always get. Though you still look like you need to sleep."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." He waved her off. "But seriously, what is this called? I need a gallon of this."

"Sorry," Marinette said sheepishly "but I'm afraid that's a secret, you know, I'm kind of everyone's favorite, so I get the miracle coffee." Okay so that was a lie but what else could she say?

The guy pouted. Marinette had to admit that he looked adorable.

"Well, then I'm sure you can get me some then... um"

"Marinette."

"Ah, nice to meet you, coffee goddess, I'm Tim."

Marinette's cheeks heated up. "Uh, coffee goddess? Shouldn't they be the coffee gods and goddesses?" She pointed at Allegra, Claude, and the others.

"Nah, you have blessed me with this amazing coffee. Claude didn't even help me in my time of need."

"You know Claude?" Marinette asked, surprised.

"Yep, I've been coming here since I arrived in Paris, so I've gotten to know Allegra and Claude a bit."

"That's funny, I've never seen you. And I come here every day." Marinette said.

"Huh, that's weird. I've never seen you either. "

And from there they kept talking. Like they were old friends and not just acquaintances. Marinette found out that Tim had come from Gotham city. That he was in Paris because of business. Meanwhile, Tim learned that Marinette was an aspiring fashion designer and a college student who was close friends with almost everyone from the café.

Hours passed and the two were still deep in conversation completely oblivious to the crowd that had gathered behind the cafe's counter to watch the soulmates.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about this before." Adrien, who had arrived after Tim, whispered to his cousin.

"I was under the impression that your father needed your assistance for the upcoming fashion show. I was not about to ask my dear uncle Gabe if I could steal you so that we could set up our friend and his future competitor, Marinette Dupain-cheng, with her soulmate."

Adrien hated to admit that he had a point. "Fine, but can you at least catch me up to date? Who is he?"

"He's a rich guy from Gotham city. He's pretty cool though he's basically Marinette when it comes to coffee which is honestly kinda scary now that I'm seeing them interact." Allegra whispered.

Adrien looked down to look at her. "Alright, I guess I'm going to have to do my own research since you guys are useless. What's his job? Why is he rich? If his from Gotham then who knows, maybe this guy is actually dangerous and wants to take Marinette as ransom for-"

"Oh please Adrien, stop with your theatrics. Do you honestly think that I would allow this if he was dangerous?" Felix interrupted.

"I mean-"

Felix glared at him.

"No?"

Felix sighed. "Timothy Drake is Marinette's soulmate, and I can assure you that he's clean. So don't worry about Marinette."

Allegra shushed the cousins. "Guys, I'm trying to listen here you know?"

"Um, you could probably hear better from up here" Felix nodded in agreement.

"Thanks, Adrien, but I don't want to risk Marinette seeing me and then remembering about time and stuff."

"Ah"

"Speaking of time, it's been years since I last ate, I'm hungry." Claude cut in.

"Claude! You're supposed to be with the customers!" Allegra whisper-shouted.

"Whoops."

~♡~♡~♡~

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Marinette eventually remembered the reason she had stayed in the cafe. Not only that but when she looked at her watch she realized that she was running late for class.

After Marinette's rushed exit, Tim went back to investigating Hawkmoth. But while they were trying to concentrate on their own thing. Marinette with her class and Tim with his research they found themselves zoning out and thinking about each other.

It was strange, they had quite literally just met.

Why had they made such an impact on each other?

~♡~♡~♡~

It wasn't until Marinette was getting ready to go to bed that she found the answer.

"Tikki is… is that what I think it is." Marinette's voice trembled as she stared at her reflection on the mirror.

Tikki gasped. "Oh Marinette, I think it is!"

Staring back at her was her soul mark, which no longer was a regular coffee cup but rather a gorgeous cup with beautiful red flowers that surrounded a somewhat familiar symbol.

"But, how? I mean they're not supposed to change… right? And why?" Marinette's eyes widened. "Does this mean that I met my soulmate? Who is it?"

Tikki giggled, "You seriously don't know?"

"Umm no? Should I?" Tikki continued to giggle as her holder looked at her confused. "Who is it Tikki?"

"Oh Marinette, how many new people did you meet today?"

"Uh, I don't know? I mean surely I must've passed by lots of strangers in the street." Marinette panicked. "Oh no Tikki! What if one of them is my soulmate? I'll never find out who they are!"

"So you don't remember meeting anyone else?"

"I don't think so, well other than ohhh- "

"Exactly"

~♡~♡~♡~

Tim could not believe what he was seeing. Gone was the plain coffee cup he was used to seeing, the daily reminder of the fact that he was still painfully single, it now had an intricate flower pattern that surrounded a symbol.

He recognized that symbol.

After weeks of researching and tailing the red Parisian heroine, he knew that it was the Ladybug symbol.

But why was it on his soul mark?

Unless…

No, the heroine couldn't be his soulmate, Tim hasn't even officially met her. Nor had he even seen her today.

The only blue-eyed girl he had met was Marinette.

Marinette

No, it was impossible. Except it wasn't. Tim had only known the girl for a couple of hours, but he knew that Marinette would make a great heroine or vigilante.

But, he… he was probably hallucinating, right? Tim hadn't slept for weeks, so surely he was just seeing things and his soul mark was still a plain coffee cup and the Marinette conclusion was just wishful thinking.

Right?

Because otherwise, his first meeting with his soulmate was him acting like a sleep-deprived zombie and Tim could not allow that.

Well, one thing was for sure, he really needed to get some sleep.

~♡~♡~♡~

Three days.

It took three days for Marinette to find Tim.

She looked everywhere. The coffee shop, Le Grand Paris Hotel, the tourist areas, and when she was ladybug she looked down from all the rooftops trying to find him.

But he had vanished, leaving Marinette worried sick that he had either A. Gone back to Gotham B. Died or C. Been so horrified that she was his soulmate that he decided to move to a remote island and changed his name in hopes of never seeing her again.

Gosh, she was starting to sound like her fourteen-year-old self.

But finally, she saw him, sitting on a bench, not far from her own home, looking down at his wrist.

He looked at his wrist like it was some puzzle he needed to solve. Marinette also noticed that he looked a lot more refreshed, so he must've finally gotten some sleep.

Marinette cleared her throat. "Well, you've been a very hard person to find Mr. Drake."

Tim looked up. "Ma- Marinette!"

"We need to talk."

Tim nodded his mouth hanging wide open as he stared at her soul mark.

"How do you feel about coffee? There's a coffee shop that's not very far from here, I hear their coffee is divine.

~♡~♡~♡~

Bonus:

(this was going to be a scene on the fic but I didn't know how to add it but it has important info sooo)

*They are at the coffee shop*

Marinette: So you're red robin.

Tim: And you're Ladybug

Marinette: Should I be worried? Like doesn't this compromise our secret identities?

*Claude and Allegra appear with some pastries*

Claude: Yooo Marinette! So you found your soulmate! Crazy right? We totally didn't have anything to do with it!

*Allegra elbows him*

Claude: So uh, congratulations! I um feel happy for you.

*looks nervously at Allegra who is glaring at him*

Claude: Bummer about the soul mark though…

*Allegra keeps glaring*

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Claude: What? It's just a plain white cup!

Bonus bonus:

(here's a bad doodle and my crappy handwriting)

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bbweeb · 3 years

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Pickled Plum | Inumaki Toge x gn reader

I put parathesis with translations for what Toge said even though I know most of the fandom probably knows what those words mean anyway. This is my first time writing for him and its a challenge with his vocab and stuff, also it's been awhile since I last wrote fan fiction and published it so yeah, I hope yall enjoy!

My eyes opened, slowly adjusting to the darkness around my room. The brewing storm outside was loud, waking me up. Toge wasn’t there anymore which was odd, no signs of him in the small dorm. As you got up, you flicked on the lamp beside your bed, however it wouldn't turn on. My phone was dead, despite being plugged in. The power must’ve gone out because of the storm. Slipping on shoes to go find Toge. Everything was dark as I walked down the hall toward Toge’s dorm. Passing various unoccupied rooms when I suddenly heard fits of laughter.

As I get closer, I see the faint glow of fire from the irori (traditional Japanese sunken fire place). Standing in the doorway I see Panda, Toge, Itadori, Megumi and Maki sitting around the fire, suddenly quiet after they notice my presence.

“Ugh. Do you ever not follow Inumaki senpai like a lost puppy? It’s so annoying.” Maki scuffed.

“I don’t know how you do it.” Panda said to Toge.

“Right? If it's so annoying to us I don't know how he can deal with them constantly hanging off him.” Itadori giggled.

“Tell me about it. I feel like I can’t breathe.” He responded.

“You can talk?” I asked, confused as to what was unfolding in front of me.

“Of course I can talk!” Toge replied, angry as if it was obvious.

“I don’t understand.” I mumbled.

Toge stood up angrily. It was scary to see as he had always been calm and collected.

“I pretended to be unable to speak because I don’t want to speak to you. I only dated you because of a bet. Nobody here likes you so go away. Leave us alone!”

Tears streamed down my face, my vision blurry as I turned on my heels to run away. I turned the corner, running head first into someone's chest. Looking up to see Gojo, a smirk plastered across his face.

“What do we have here? A little cry baby running away? I would run far away if I were you. Thank god I’m not you though!” He laughed, walking away.

My heart ached, my legs hurt as I ran back to my dorm. Slamming the door behind me. It felt like I couldn't breathe, my world turned upside down. Their words echoed in my head, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop hearing their voices. The room started spinning

Cries racked my body, shaking so hard it felt like everything around me shook. Their laughs echoed, getting louder as the time went on. I grasp at the photo frames around my room, pictures filled with people who didn’t care, who didn’t want to be around me. A photo of Nobara and I, her face contorted from a smile to one of disgust. Dropping the frame, not caring that the glass broke I looked at the photo of me sitting on Toge’s lap. His face looked angry as if he was being forced to be in the picture with me, Panda and Maki in the background, laughing at the situation Toge was in. Tossing that frame aside with the other one, I looked at another photo, this time it's Itadori, Megumi and I. We were sitting outside by the tree eating onigiri. It was like I could hear their voices, talking as if I wasn’t around.

“They’re so annoying.” Megumi sighed.

“I know right? I don't know how Inumaki senpai does it.”

“I wish they would just leave this school. They don’t deserve to be here.”

“I heard the higher ups don’t even want them here.” Itadori said. “Do you think Gojo sensei is regretting taking them in?”

“For sure.”

I threw down the frame, adding to the broken glass. I was a mess, tears all over my face. It felt like no matter how hard I tried to regulate my breathing, I couldn’t. Back pressed against the wall, I slid down to the floor. My head between my knees, unable to calm down. Everyone always leaves me. I am always an inconvenience to those around me. I’m the reason they leave.

The shaking progressively got worse, things falling off my desk, my clothes rattling around in my wardrobe. Books flying off the shelves. It's too much.

Suddenly my eyes opened, a gasp left my mouth. Cool hands grasped the sides of my face, his face just inches away. It was just a dream.

“Leaf mustard?” (You okay?)

I threw my arms around his neck, mumbling apologies. Toge sat up, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me onto his lap, quietly humming a tune. His hands rubbed up and down my back, slowly calming me down as I listened to his heartbeat.

“Salmon cod roe.” (Getting your attention) He quietly mumbled after a while.

I hummed in response, knowing my throat was sore from all the crying I did.

He mumbled some more as if to say "It's okay. I'm here, it's just a dream."

I hummed again, gripping his shirt tighter as I let out a sniffle.

“Pickled plum.” (I love you) He said, squeezing me slightly.

“I love you too.” I responded, snuggling into him more.

#inumaki to/ge #jjk to/ge #to/ge x reader #inumaki x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jjk fanfic #jjk ff

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littledrummeraussie · 4 years

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Angie, darling I’ve been waiting for months for a continuation to the photographer!Ashton series 🥺❤️ could I have a blurb in the mean time 😍🍭 or a song that goes with it? 🎵🎶

babe 🥺😍 not many people talk about that one (wonder why Angie), but I’m so glad there is one more person out there who wants to know more about it 😭 also, I kinda realized I don’t know your name, so until then can I call you Sunny? cause you give me this sunshine feeling ☀️

🎶 I couldn’t just choose one song, so here are some that goes with the whole series (we shall get back to this discussion once I finally write it):

Talking Body by Tove Lo

Glad You Came by The Wanted

On What You’re On by Busted

Kinks Shirt by Matt Nathanson

Slow Hands by Niall Horan

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Ava by Famy

It’s not always the lyrics - sometimes just the music or the mood of the song catches me.

As for the blurb... ❤️ (this turned out fluffy)

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“Stop it now.“

Ashton giggled under you, pulling back the camera so you couldn’t take it away from him, snapping another picture of you when you rolled your eyes. He’s been playing around with the setting on his new machine, trying them out one by one, and what better model could have he found than you, his own girlfriend. He lay back on the bed, making you sit up on his waist as he clicked through the different options, taking pictures of you to have an idea about how they will look once he started working with them.

“Come on, Y/N, they are just pictures,“ he pinched your side and took another photo of you as you swatted at his hand. “Most of them are blurry, anyway.“

“So much for being a professional,“ you teased him, and he laughed, finally putting the camera down on the nightstand.

“With frisky models like you it’s hard to take a still picture,“ he rubbed his palms against your hips, fingers lightly teasing under your shirt. “If you would just stay still for a moment we would be done sooner.“

“I just want my cuddles,“ you leaned forward, pushing your lips against his puckered ones. “How much do I have to work for them? You’ve been taking pictures of me for a half an hour now. That’s at least 30 minutes of cuddles.“

“You can get as many cuddles as you want if you let me take some more pictures,” Ashton pecked your nose, thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’ve brought some new polaroids and I want to try them out.“

“Alright, alright,“ you let out a faux annoyed huff, sitting back up on his waist. “You do that Andy Warhol.“

You lightly played with the fabric of his hoodie as he busied himself with the polaroid camera, waiting for him to tell you to pose or make a face or anything at all. You weren’t really fond of your own photos, but Ashton liked taking pictures of you for his own enjoyment, and you let him indulge in his hobby and work when he didn’t have an actual model or topic he wanted to explore. Sometimes all he needed was a few shots of you to finally put his camera away and instead give you the attention you’ve craved.

As the minutes passed by you’ve realized that he still didn’t say anything, and your gaze slid back to him, giving him a questioning look. Ashton smiled back at you, camera resting on his chest as his hand rubbed up and down on your thigh, and you needed to giggle.

“What?“ you asked with a chuckle, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear, suddenly feeling bashful.

“It’s nothing,“ he shook his head, lightly squeezing your knee. “You’re just... really pretty.“

“Nooo, stop,“ you buried your face in your palms, still laughing as he lightly poked your side, tickling you.

You felt his fingertips found the sensitive spot just under your ribs, and you pulled away with another laugh, feeling the invisible tickles on your skin. Click! Before you knew it you’ve heard the sound of the camera going off, the machine quickly printing out a picture. Ashton put down the camera next to the other, picking up the polaroid as he started shaking it, waiting for it to get developed.

“That’s not fair,“ you pouted, and Ashton gave you a toothy grin before looking at the picture.

“Aww, it’s really cute,“ he giggled, carefully examining all the small details. “I’m keeping this one.”

You quickly picked it out of his hand, wanting to see what made his eyes sparkle, what made him give you that stupid smile he usually had on his face when he was gushing about you. Your own face was scrunchy on the picture, he caught the moment when you were mid-laugh, eyes closed and hand in the air, ready to cover your mouth. Ashton grabbed the corner of the picture, pulling it from between your fingers.

“That goes into my wallet,“ he announced, and you rolled your eyes, trying to take it away from him. “Noo, you’re not getting it!“

“I look hideous,“ you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and it was Ashton’s turn to roll his eyes, pulling you down to himself to wrap you in his arms.

“You look absolutely gorgeous on it. Even if you don’t believe it yourself, you are the most beautiful to me,“ he kissed your forehead, your nose, and finally, your lips. “That picture captures everything that you are. Don’t take it away from me.“

“Alright, I hear you,“ you sighed, but a smile pulled at your lips as you cupped Ashton’s cheek. “You can keep it. But only if we can take one for me as well? Of you.“

“Do you want a polaroid or a phone selfie?“ Ashton tapped your nose with his finger, making you giggle again.

“Let’s make a polaroid. So I can keep your face with me the old-fashioned way...“

“Alright, Capa,“ Ashton laughed, reaching for his camera. “Do your worst. It’s gonna make the war photography archives.“

“Don’t be silly,“ you kissed his cheek, making him blush as you suddenly snapped his picture. “This one here? This one will go down in history as the cutest picture ever taken.“

“We could argue about that,“ he picked up the photo, shaking it as it started developing. “Your picture has already taken the title home.“

Ashton pulled you to his chest as you looked at the two photos side-to-side, both of them radiating the happiness and love you have felt for each other. You never would have admitted it to Ashton, but whenever you caught sight of the picture in his wallet, your heart started beating just a little harder for him.

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lunarmessenger · 4 years

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Figure Skating (RFA, V, + Saeran)

I always wanted to be a figure skater hahahaaa so have this! ilysm x - luna (also i couldn’t find the proper gif to show what MC did in Jumin’s headcanon but oh well please don’t hate me)

Zen

• He’d just landed a role that involved ice skating so he’d decided to take lessons right away

• He was already pretty graceful while walking normally so there was no surprise when he’d picked it up right away

• You always attended his practices and one day mused that you’d love to help him practice a scene or two

• He was fully ready to help you out too once you two had gotten to the skating rink

• “Be careful MC it’s pretty slippery when you first step on~”

• “I appreciate that Zen but I think I’ll be okay” and you laced up your skates for the first time in a few years

• He held his hands out for you but you slid right past him and did a couple of laps around the rink to sort of warm up and by now he was like “Oh okay I guess you got it”

• Then all of a sudden you do a toe loop??? On the way to him? Like it was no big deal? And his jaw just about hits the floor?

• “WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT MC AND HOW COME YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!?!”

• He’s a little butt hurt that he wasn’t told sooner but forgets about it an hour later when you allow him to use you as a model to help him practice for his role (and he gets the excuse to touch your hips and thighs whenever he wants now huehuehue)

Yoosung:

• He was a little nervous since it was a little class trip (and almost decided to just stay home with you and play LOLOL)

• He’s also not very active but never mind that MC “I just don’t want to hurt myself doing this please don’t make me go”

• You do manage to convince him to go since “Yoosung I used to skate and since you can bring a plus one can we go???”

• There was no way he could resist your cute face

• That weekend you both show up to the rink, you excited with your old skates while Yoosung is more excited to show you off to his friends from class (look they’re so pretty I told you guys I have a partner now leave me alone)

• Yoosung clings to you when you both get on the ice but he lets go after about half an hour once he gets a hold of the basics

• “Can I go skate now, can I, can I?”

• Damn it you’re so cute MC “Sure but be careful since they’re being a bit rowdy out there”

• Then zoom you are off before Yoosung can even blink

• When you have enough room you whip out a Salchow and Yoosung is absolutely floored (so are his classmates lol)

• “Did you see Yoosung did you see?”

• “Yes MC let’s go home” He didn’t like how his classmates were suddenly staring at you for the rest of the trip, and he promised you guys could go again when it was just the two of you.

Jaehee:

• She’d found a small coffee club that went ice skating every weekend and figured it’d be a great stress reliever for the two of you (especially since you’d told her that you’d been figure skating since you were a child)

• You were beyond excited, and that alone was enough to motivate Jaehee to try her hardest once you’d gone to the club

• The club was full of both beginners and experienced skaters so everyone was pretty comfortable and it was a judgement free zone

• Jaehee had managed to hop from one foot to the next and was extremely proud mind you because “look MC I didn’t fall this time”

• And while you encouraged her a lot you really wanted to show her what you knew how to do so when the club allowed some space for the more experienced skaters you immediately pushed yourself off the wall and started to skate

• You slowly built yourself up until you pulled off a triple loop, the scarf around your neck twirling with you as you landed perfectly and skated back towards Jaehee

• She was definitely a little enchanted by how graceful you looked and clapped the loudest amongst everyone in the group

• Vowed that you two would go back weekly just so you could teach her how to do that

Jumin:

• He’d had the sudden idea of opening a cat themed skating rink (especially since he’d seen you looking fondly at your pair of ice skates)

• You were so excited (you honestly didn’t care if it were alligator themed you just wanted to skate) that you asked if the other RFA members could join????

• He strongly opposed but ended up giving in anyways

• He also mainly wanted to see Zen suffer from his cat allergy but that was his own selfish gain and not yours

• It was extremely private and everybody was having fun just lazily gliding across the ice (Jumin stayed by the bleachers with a glass of wine he would not be caught dead ice skating)

• And then you finally finished lacing up your skates and you were so excited you almost fell on your way onto the ice

• “MC please be careful; maybe you should sit with me a little longer?”

• He suddenly was wondering if maybe you hadn’t skated in a while because you weren’t that good at it??? Since you almost fell before you even got on the ice?

• “I’m fine Jumin I know what I’m doing.”

• “Alright as long as you—” And he was cut off because you were suddenly gracefully gliding circles around everybody else (who suddenly stopped skating and just grabbed on to the nearby wall to watch)

• Then you suddenly did the flip maneuver (you wanted to do something a bit more extravagant but you didn’t want to fall on accident knowing Jumin would forbid you from skating ever again if you got hurt)

• “Excuse me MC do that again” He pulled out his phone to take pictures and videos (you swore you saw a slight blush and knew he was impressed)

• They all ended up blurry but luckily Saeyoung had managed to take a few photos for him

Saeyoung:

• He’d recently binge watched an anime (you can guess which one) and he was suddenly obsessed with the idea of ice skating

• “MC let’s go ice skating” “What???”

• “PLEASE I know this amazing rink and we can drive one of my baby’s every day to get to it please MC?!?!?!”

• You figured saying yes wouldn’t hurt since he never stayed fixated for more than a month

• And it gave you a chance to get back into doing what you used to be so passionate about

• Of course he knew that you used to ice skate (due to that totally legal background check haha don’t worry about it MC) so he figured you’d go along with it

• He was right damn it

• He beat you on the ice immediately and fell like three times but he didn’t care because he was going to get it down even if he broke a leg to do it

• “Saeyoung please I am not strong enough to carry you back to the car if you hurt yourself”

• You smiled though because it was fun to see him slowly get little jumps down here and there

• “Hey MC can you show me one of your favorite moves?? I wanna see if I can do it!”

• “Okay but it’s gonna be a bit more advanced than I think you can handle right now.”

• “Oh please—” Before he could even finished you pulled out the most stunning triple lutz he’d ever seen??

• He begged you to teach him and you promised you would as long as he kept it up for longer than a month (and you got to come with him of course)

• He tried to pick you up to do a trick with you after two tries and it took you screaming like a banshee for him to put you down “because you will kill us Saeyoung” (he didn’t try again)

• After he’d had the surgery he decided to pick up photography again

• A family friend had wanted him to take photos of his son’s skating for his portfolio for future events and shows

• He’d mentioned it in passing, not knowing how much you loved skating and was a little surprised at how quickly you’d asked if you could come along

• Of course he said yes why would he ever say no to you????

• Once you’d gotten to the rink you tried your best to stay calm since obviously he was there for work and not just pleasure

• But of course you’d brought your skates just in case there would be a bit of down time where you could skate

• There was but only because V asked for it when he saw how excited you were to be there

• You had never laced up your skates so fast, but you were careful because you could feel his eyes on you

• You’d brought your iPod with you for some simple music; it was quiet enough to where it didn’t echo throughout the rink, but it was loud enough that both you and V could hear it

• It was soft piano music, and as it played you gracefully started to skate along the empty rink

• V was completely entranced, and when you decided to do an axel jump in the middle of the dance a small gasp escaped his lips because wow how did he get so damn lucky???

• You were nervous, finishing off the routine and slowly skating back towards V who was on the bleachers with his camera sitting beside him

• “Get any good pictures?” He blushed and looked down slightly embarrassed

• “I uh, no—would you mind doing that again?”

Saeran:

• You both suffered from major anxiety and the only way you managed to get through it was to skate it out at least once a week

• But he didn’t know that so when you would leave the house for hours on end he was starting to get worried (though he would obviously never show it)

• So he decided to follow you one day without you knowing (and he forced his poor brother to go with him smh)

• “Saeyoung help me find out where MC is always going”

• “...you could always ask her I mean—”

• “No. Shut up and help me.”

• They of course followed you and saw you walk inside the skating rink (though Saeyoung refused to leave his car)

• Saeran stayed hidden in the shadows while you slowly stepped onto the ice and glided around for a moment, rolling your neck and shoulders to loosen them up

• And then you were off, the entire place silent except for the sound of your skates cutting into the ice as you raced around the rink

• You did multiple jumps from an axel, to a lutz, without missing a single step

• He was beyond mesmerized, his eyes focusing entirely on you (he didn’t even realize when he’d started to slowly shift out of the shadows to get a closer look at you)

• Each move was extremely aggressive, and it was then he could tell that you were letting out every frustration and worry in this routine

• Then to tie off the routine and let go of all your anxiety you let one of your legs bend out behind you while you leaned backwards, bringing your arms up for balance as you spun faster and faster and then slowly came to a halt while standing upright.

• You were breathing hard, chest heaving as he let out a soft wow

• “If you’re done spying on me; can I come sit with you?”

• “I wasn’t spying MC” He grumbled, refusing to look you in the eye while you made your way over and sat next to him you reveled in how he blushed at being caught staring

• You apologized for worrying him and pecked him on the cheek, while he looked away again and wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer still couldn’t hide that blush tho huehuehueheuue

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TVD 9x16 - What happens in Vegas... (part 1 of part 1) Enjoy!

Cut to - The Salvatore mansion family room, present day. Damon is watching Bonnie sleep. She wakes up slowly…

BONNIE: Ian?

DAMON: Ian? Who the heck is Ian? And tell me where he is, so I can kick his ass!

BONNIE: (Smiles) Sorry, had the craziest dream… And your name was Ian, for some screwed up reason…

DAMON: Oh, okay… then Ian is cool in my book! (Smirks and gives her a kiss).

BONNIE: What time is it?

DAMON: Almost 3pm…

BONNIE: What! Oh my god! I had to be at the airport an hour ago to meet Elena! Shit! Shit!

DAMON: Uhm… Bon… don’t you remember?

BONNIE: Remember what?

DAMON: About Elena…

BONNIE: What about Elena?

DAMON: Her flight got canceled; she got another one straight to Vegas. You don’t remember?

BONNIE: I do, I do… Told you, strange dream… I’m still a bit drowsy.

DAMON: Well, she won’t be able to help you bring all that “bachelorette” stuff. But the bachelor boys are heading the same way; I’m sure we can fit some of it; just promise me there’s nothing illegal in those bags.

BONNIE: (Mischievous smile) I can’t promise you that…

Cut to – Two days later, somewhere in the middle of the Mojave desert. Damon, who looks like hell, is dialing on his cell. Behind him, a crashed police car with Alaric, Iker, and Kai inside; also looking like crap. They are wearing nothing but their underwear.

DAMON: Care, it’s Damon… Listen ...The bachelor party got a little crazy and, well...we lost Stefan.

BONNIE: Uhm…think we might have a problem of our own…

DAMON: Bon?

BONNIE: It’s me, I think… Anyway; the bachelorette got a little crazy too, and, well… we lost Caroline.

Cut to – A couple of hours earlier. A Sky Villa at the Palms Casino Resort.

Damon wakes up confused, he is lying on the bathroom floor, drool coming out of his mouth, brain drilling headache. His vision is blurry, but he manages to recognize a familiar face, lying inside an empty bathtub, completely passed out. The familiar face is Kai, dressed in what seems to be a ballerina tutu.

He stares at him for a minute, wondering why he is there… not in the bathtub, but in Vegas; he hadn’t been invited. Oh well, he’ll figure it out later. For now, he needs to do an overall casualty assessment. He gets up slowly, holding on to whatever is at hand. He eventually gains the balance to find his way out of the bathroom, and into the living room. The place is a war zone, the hotel bill won’t be cheap! Amongst the debris of the previous night, he searches for other survivors…

Soon enough he finds Alaric, also passed out, half of his body hanging over the piano, which, to Damon’s surprise, a monkey seems to be playing.

DAMON: What the… (shushes the monkey away from the piano, shakes Alaric to wake him up, no response… He hears a sound coming from a mount of sofa cushions and clothes; someone is under there… it’s Iker, who slowly fights his way out).

IKER: (Looking messed up and disoriented) Hey, man… (looks around, grabs his head) What the hell happened last night?

DAMON: Beats me… I can barely remember my own name…

(Alaric wakes up suddenly, holding his hands up in a cheer).

ALARIC: Jackpot, bitches!!!!!!!!!!! (He realizes he has no idea where he is, or making any sense). Hey, guys… where am I? What are we doing here?

DAMON: (Sarcastic) Oh, boy… I have a feeling this is gonna be fun!

(Kai walks out of the bathroom, passes them by, but apparently doesn’t notice they are there, and goes into the master bedroom, throws himself on the bed. Just as he gets comfy, he realizes something is very wrong…

There is an elephant in the room; literally. Jumps up, screams like a little girl, runs out of the room and shuts the door).

KAI: Holy shit! There’s an elephant in the room!

DAMON: I’d say you’re right, stalker boy. What the hell are you doing here?

KAI: … I have no idea, but I swear, there is an elephant in that room!

DAMON: Are you sure it isn’t Stefan? He can look pretty scary in the morning…

(Goes to check it out, vamps back about a second later) Nop, that ain’t Stefan… and there is definitely an elephant in the room... (takes a drink).

ALARIC: So, where is Stefan? And, why the hell is he (referring to Kai) here!

DAMON: Ric, I think we have more important things to focus on right now… Like, for example, there is a freakin elephant in the room! It’s a baby elephant, yes, but still, a freaking elephant! Those things are dangerous! Oh, and I’m pretty sure there’s also a loose monkey somewhere around here! What the hell did we do last night? Rob a zoo?!

IKER: The only thing I have a vague memory of, is a steakhouse, a casino… a strip joint?

KAI: That pretty much describes all of Las Vegas, so, not a lot to go on.

DAMON: Okay, okay, I’m sure we can figure this out.

ALARIC: Let’s just find Stefan and get the hell out of here, before they put us in jail.

DAMON: Fine. Shouldn’t take too long. Ric and I will check every corner of the villa. Iker, you and psycho boy check around the hotel… restaurant, pool area, casino, etc.

IKER: (To Kai) Think you can keep up, princess?

KAI: (He hadn’t noticed he was wearing a tutu until this moment; he looks at Damon) This was definitely your doing! (Takes the tutu off).

DAMON: (Sarcastic smirk) Probably… Okay, let’s move.

(They search everywhere, Stefan is nowhere to be found. They teamback at the villa).

ALARIC: Well, we’ve searched everywhere, he’s not here. (Sarcastic) This is great! The wedding is tomorrow, our plane leaves in a couple of hours, and we are missing the groom...

We should call Caroline, maybe he ditched us and joined the girl’s party.

DAMON: And if he didn’t?

ALARIC: They can help us find him.

DAMON: Did you get brain damage last night?!

No way we are calling Caroline! I’d like to live a long and happy life with my Bon-Bon, so, not an option! Just chill, we’ll find him. He couldn’t have gone that far… it’s Stefan, he’s probably hunting bunnies. All we have to do is retrace our steps from last night, and we’ll find him.

ALARIC: The main issue being… none of us seem to remember anything about last night!

KAI: (Coming from another part of the room) Okay, I just called reception, they assure there is no Stefan Salvatore at any of the area hospitals, morgues, or police stations…

DAMON: No shit, Sherlock, he is a vampire! Of course he wouldn’t be in any of those places…

IKER: Wait… a police car… I remember we were in a police car!

DAMON: Ooh, that can’t be good…

KAI: Oh, oh, oh, no, no, no… (looks at his hand) This can’t be good either (shows them a very tacky ring).

DAMON: Come on, that’s just your daylight ring.

KAI: No, no… I don’t need a ring for that… which means this is … (takes the ring off, sees it’s engraved) most definitely a wedding ring!

ALARIC: Who the hell would be crazy enough to marry you?!!

IKER: (Cracking up) Shit, this too funny…

DAMON: (Takes the ring from Kai, reads the inscription) “To my knight in shining armour, from your damsel in distress” - Cupid’s Wedding Chapel. Well, boys, I believe we have a lead…

We need to go to this chapel, ask them if they remember us; and if Stefan was with us.

KAI: And who the hell I married!

DAMON: (Sarcastically) Oh, I’m sure she’s a lovely gal.

ALARIC: I’ll get us an uber…

Cut to – Cupid’s Wedding Chapel.

As soon as they walk in, the receptionist recognizes them.

RECEPTIONIST: Oh, shit! You guys are back!? Please, just no stealing the “King’s” costume this time!

DAMON: You remember us?

RECEPTIONIST: Of course I remember you! You guys are crazy! Specially you, damsel (winks at Kai). Where are the other three?

ALARIC: What other three? We are only missing one…

RECEPTIONIST: Uhm, no you aren’t; there were seven of you. You four… the wolf man, the cop, and the handsome hero hair guy.

DAMON: So Stefan was here with us, that’s a start!

ALARIC: And, apparently, Matt and Tyler too… So, not only did we lose the groom, we managed to loose two members of the wedding party. (Sarcastic) Fantastic!

KAI: Listen, I really need you to tell me who I married last night...

RECEPTIONIST: Sure, you married Whitney Houston; you lucky bastard!

KAI: What!? I mean, I love me some Whitney, but, really? She married me?

RECEPTIONIST: (Looking confused, and a bit sorry for him)

Well, an impersonator, obviously. The real Whitney has been dead for a while. Boy, your hang-over must really be screwing with you.

IKER: Don’t these places usually offer packages? Like photo albums and stuff…

RECEPTIONIST: We sure do.

IKER: Did we, or he (referring to Kai), buy any?

RECEPTIONIST: The whole nine yards. I thought that’s why you guys came back. (Takes out a box of wedding souvenirs and a photo album) Look… mugs, crystal balls, pins, key chains…

DAMON: Let’s go straight for the album… (They go through the photos. Some are “somewhat” normal...

Others, go along these lines… Kai, dressed as a ballerina, and the bride dressed as a noble knight. Stefan, wearing an Elvis outfit, mastering every single one of his iconic poses. Iker and Damon playing catch with the bride’s bouquet. Alaric, sneaking about, in full Indiana Jones mission. Matt, riding an inflatable unicorn, role-playing to be the Lone Ranger. Tyler, on all fours, howling).

DAMON: (Terrified at the pics they just saw) Oh god… I don’t even want to know...

ALARIC: (Sharing the sentiment) Oh, fuck no... apparently, I was the one to walk Kai down the aisle… Those pictures really need to be destroyed….

RECEPTIONIST: I’m telling you… you guys are totally insane!

ALARIC: You don’t happen to know where we were heading when we left here, do you?

RECEPTIONIST: No. But you did mention something about settling a debt; getting Britney Spears back for something…

ALARIC: Britney Spears?

RECEPTIONIST: Yep; the hero hair guy kept going on and on, about her owing him big time; and that he was going to collect… And you (referring to Damon) kept saying “It’s Britney, bitch!” That’s all I got, hope it helps. (Alaric looks at Damon to see if he remembers anything from hearing that …)

DAMON: Sorry, man, I’m at a blank…

IKER: Wait… I think I’m getting a flashback… of you (referring to Damon), strip dancing to “Gimme More”?

DAMON: No… I’d never strip dance to that! Britney Spears? Nice try, but nop.

KAI: Oh, come on, everyone loves Britney!

ALARIC: I think I remember that… God, please, take that image out of my head! Of all things, that’s what you chose for me to remember?! Have some mercy!

DAMON: If I did… I probably rocked it (winks and smirks).

IKER: Okay, I’m definitely gonna need therapy after this trip.

ALARIC: Well, we got all the information we are going to get from this place; and I don’t think I want to find out more. So, what’s next?

DAMON: I say we pay Miss Spears a visit…

ALARIC: First, no one would ever let us be less than 300 feet from her. Second, that’s ridiculous; she is obviously not involved, aside from you stripping to her songs. What we need to find is that strip joint we apparently went to after, or before, this place.

IKER: (Who has stumbled upon a box of matches in his pocket) Maybe this can help… (shows them a very tacky match box, which reads: Mystic Divas.

Cut to – Mystic Divas strip joint. The place, given the hour, is obviously closed. Just as they are about to leave, a woman, wearing Whitney’s “Queen of the Night” outfit, spots them as they are about to leave.

LADY: My princess! (Runs to hug Kai and kisses him) Why you bail on me last night?! Thought we were having fun!

KAI: Uhm… I’m guessing you are, my knight in shining armour?

LADY: Sure am! Till death do us part… (Sees Kai’s terrified face and laughs) Don’t worry, it was only pretend, honey, nothing permanent. We were both really drunk and thought it would be fun.

DAMON: (Sarcastic) Aw…what a love story! (To the lady) Sweetheart, you think you can help us put some dots together?

LADY: I can, but there is no way I’m letting you on my stage again. And, don’t call me sweetheart.

ALARIC: So, we were here last night?

LADY: Physically, yes. But I’m not sure any other part came along. Y’all were completely wasted.

IKER: All, meaning us four; or were there more?

LADY: Shit! You really don’t remember anything?

DAMON: (Trying to avoid the whole Britney strip thing) Nop!

LADY: Well… you were all here; plus the other three dudes.

ALARIC: I’m assuming that was before “the wedding”?

LADY: Yes. This is where (looks at Kai) we fell in love. But we came back here after the reception. Well, only me, my hubby; you fine looking thang (referring to Iker), and you, the ultimate party pooper (referring to Alaric). Don’t know where the rest of you went. All I know, is that my princess here, pulled a runaway bride after he got a call, and you two (referring to Iker and Alaric), left along with him.

ALARIC: Do you know around what time that was?

LADY: I’d say three-ish? Anyway, I have to go (kisses Kai on the cheek) It was lovely being your wife for the night. Good luck boys! (Leaves).

IKER: Not bad, psycho boy, she’s hot!

KAI: (Proud smirk) Totally hot!

ALARIC: Kinda reminded me of…

DAMON: (Before Ric says the name, he knows he’s going to say, he changes the conversation) Kai, check your phone…

KAI: (Rubbing it in his face) What... she remind oyu of someone, Damon?

DAMON: Please, you wish!

Now, check your freaking phone!

KAI: Fine, fine… (looks at his received calls; sure enough he has an inbound call, from an unknown number, at 3:13 am) Well… Yep; I received a call, clueless about the caller, but seems like we had a lot to talk about, call lasted 20 minutes…

DAMON: (Sarcastic) Gee, I wonder how we can find out who the mystery caller is?

KAI: We could try to hack into the local police system, they have a huge database. Except, we’ll need a computer, preferably a stolen one so it’s untraceable…

IKER: (Also sarcastic) Or, maybe just call the number?

KAI: Of course I was gonna do that first! I was just thinking ahead, in case we get no answer. Amateurs!

(Calls the number…) What a surprise… no answer! Oh, wait… (someone answers: Rawson Neal Psychiatric Hospital, how can I help you? Hangs-up immediately).

DAMON: So, who was it?! Why did you hang up!!

KAI: Ooh, I’m getting a bad feeling…

ALARIC: Give me that (takes the phone from his hand, calls the number… Rawson Neal Psychiatric Hospital, how can I help you? Hangs-up immediately) Shit…

DAMON: So, who the hell was it?!

ALARIC: Not who, but what…

DAMON: Ric, I’m too hung-over to be playing guessing games.

ALARIC: Does anyone remember anything about a psychiatric hospital?

DAMON: Now, that’s definitely a place Stefan could be at…

KAI: Specially if he was found hunting bunnies…

DAMON: Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go one flew over the cuckoo’s nest…

ALARIC: I’ll get us another uber…

IKER: Wait…

Uber! Of course! I can’t believe we didn’t think of that! Everyone, check your phones for any trips we took last night.

DAMON: Duh! Man, we are really out of it! (They check their phones…) Well, I have one at 5:30, from the hotel to the Andiamo Italian Steakhouse, downtown. And another one at 7:40, from the steakhouse to the Bellagio… That’s it.

IKER: I have one, from the Bellagio to Mystic Divas at 1:06am.

KAI: As for me, one, at 3:33am, from Mystic Divas to the Rawson Neal Psychiatric Hospital…

ALARIC: I don’t have any from last night.

DAMON: Okay, so far, our best bet at finding Stefan is at that psych hospital. Let’s move.

TVD 9x16 (part 2 of part 1) coming very soon! Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =)

P.S Had to split it into more parts otherwise it would be too long for one post per part.

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So it's taken me a bit of time to get my thoughts in order on the finale and, of course, I did not like it. In fact, it left me with more questions than answers and not in good way that stories sometimes do. This was just... not good.

Below, I'm going to list some reasons why I didn't enjoy it. But, as an aside, if you did like it, then I'm glad! I'm happy you're not hurting about it!

So, the episode starts off kinda, y'know, happy-ish. It's a little uneasy because we have no idea where it's going, or what they're gonna do. Sam's on his run, Dean's waking up, and Miracle jumps on his bed. It's nice. But they only show the brothers, which leads me to my first reason.

1. Eileen isn't there. In fact, no one is.

Eileen was Sam's established love interest, so, surely, we should see her or at least hear her mentioned considering she got dusted off-screen in the previous episode. And Sam's a very caring person, he would definitely go check up on her but we got nothing. No mentioned in passing, no picture in his room, no glance at his phone screen to see a message from her. Just... nothing.

After they're all ready for their day, Sam sits across Dean and Miracle in the library and asks if he found anything. It turns out to be a pie festival or some shit and that shows us that Dean wasn't even looking for a hunt. He was just surfing the 'net while he petted Miracle (I love that damn dog) affectionately. So, they go to the pie thingy and this next part, Dean got a lot of crap for but I honestly get it.

When Sam said he thought about and missed Jack and Cas and Dean replied with that he did too, but then "brushed it off", I honestly think that was on par with his character. Dean this past season (and all seasons, but especially this one) had really grown. He would talk about things bothering him to an extent. In my opinion, mostly to Cas. Sure, he'd eventually tell Sam but usually after some huge fight but it just came naturally with Cas. And it's because it's just easier to talk to your friends and let them see you in a "weak" moment than with your family—especially when said family is someone you've protected for a majority of your life. I think that was definitely in character (although my headcanon is that Dean cries late at night when it's just him and only Miracle is there to comfort him).

So next, a case just falls into their lap and they soon discover that it's a hunt John never completed. And here's my next reason.

2. John was said to be one of the best hunters, but he didn't know that was a vamp nest.

Look, it just doesn't make any sense. Sure, they wore masks and did some other weird shit to throw hunters off the trail, but the most prominent sign points to vampires! Sam got it in one, so, really, what the hell?

So they go and find the nest pretty easily and it's a simple MOTW ep. And the boys have fought some major Big Bad's in their day, so run-of-the-mills vamps should be pretty easy, right? Apparently not, which leads me into my third reason.

3. The actual vampire didn't even kill Dean their usual way. Didn't turn him, didn't rip out the throat or anything like that. In fact, the vampire simply got lucky.

Sure, you could argue that their plot armor was gone, but that's not fair. The Winchester Brothers are amazing hunters and they do know how to actually fight. That wasn't Chuck, at least, not all of it. The vampire did just get lucky and that's the devastating part. Dean didn't go out in some huge, end of the world battle. He went out with a stab to the back (one could argue that that's the network stabbing his character in the back and I'd honestly agree). Dean died terrified. Which leads me into my next reason and also an opinion that I haven't seen anyone else share.

4. Sam could've healed him or gotten him help.

I don't knock Sam for this. Dean was genuinely frightened. But this brings me to my opinion. So, Dean, as we all know, has spent his entire life thinking he's not good enough, that he's meant to die bloody, he's just a soldier, a grunt, that he doesn't matter, not the way Sam does. I feel like Dean was aware that Sam could've helped him pretty quickly considering the fact that Sam was a witch trained under Rowena, and he chose to let himself die at that moment. He figured this was the way he was always gonna go and since he doesn't have to worry about another big bad coming onto the board, I think he felt that it was time to stop cheating Death—it always ended messy. Sure, I do truly think he wanted to live his life (more on that later), but I think in this moment, he actually wanted to die. He'd lost Cas, and Jack was in the wind and dust and rain and whatever the fuck else. All he had was his brother and Miracle and Sam could take care of himself now along with Miracle. In that moment, that's all he could think about.

5. No one else attended Dean's funeral.

Maybe Sam didn't tell anyone so he could just mourn alone, but there's no way, had anyone else known, that they would let Sam be alone after losing the only biological family member he had left. That just doesn't make any sense. It certainly wouldn't have gone over well with Jody and Donna; they'd at least show support for Sam. But Claire, Alex, Patience, Krissy even???? Garth, Bess, and the kids??? Or every hunter in the US of A seeing as, despite causing a lot of the bad shit in the show, they did clean everything up and saved/helped a lot of people. Out of respect, surely they'd show up.

6. From the official looking document sitting on Dean's desk that we see as Sam's mourning, Dean was looking into a job.

This is important because it means that he was getting ready to retire (also why he wasn't looking for any hunts). He wanted to live his life for Cas and everyone they lost, so their sacrifices weren't in vain (and he died anyways, jesus christ).

So after that brief time alone, Sam packs up everything and Miracle and they leave the bunker. This next reason is kinda stupid, but it really did hit me hard.

7. No one knows all that history is down there. And if they do, no one can get to it.

Sam had to have locked it up so all that knowledge didn't fall into the wrong hands. You could argue that he told his son about it, seeing as his son does have an anti-posession tattoo, but we don't know. All we know is what we were shown, which is Sam had a son named Dean and he played catch with him, helped him with his homework, told him something about the supernatural (hence the tattoo) and that's it. We get nothing else.

8. Sam spends the rest of his life with a blurry, unimportant wife (see family photos in which she's featured in absolutely none of them), and mourning the death of the brother, one of his close friends, and his son.

Now people can argue that Sam wasn't a father figure to Jack (or more like an uncle), but he definitely was. Cas, Dean, and Sam were all parental figures to Jack, that's the story. That aside, Sam had this air of sadness around him because we weren't given much else with Kansas' Carry On Wayward Son playing, so we don't know if he ever truly healed even a little. It honestly looks like he didn't. Like, at all.

9. Cas is apparently alive, but he didn't go meet the brothers or meet Dean in Heaven which is OOC as fuck

We're all assuming that the time skip in between ep 19 and 20 is a week, right? Because they stay pretty even with the flow so it's not so confusing. And it was about two weeks since Cas died in 18th episode and a week since Jack became the new god. Dean got there and it was already all reconstructed, so it must not have taken that long, so why didn't Cas, who considered the brothers his family, not go see them back on Earth? Maybe there were terms and he had to stay with Jack to mentor him or something but we don't know. They give us absolutely nothing to go on. And even if he couldn't leave Heaven or something, he must've known that Dean was there, so why didn't he meet him in there. He could have but we don't know. They just said fuck it all and ended the episode before we really got any damn answers.

10. Why did two different versions of Carry On Wayward Son play back to back?

It didn't seem to really go with the flow of anything and it was honestly kinda weird. Seriously. I get that the original was a peppier and that when we see Dean driving and Sam growing older. And it switches to the slower version as Sam is on his premature deathbed and then it stops when the brothers reunite. It was just... odd. All I could focus on was that during the ending.

11. Bobby must've sat there for like 5 seconds if Dean just drove down the road and Sam was already dead.

This one is also not a big deal but I thought it just didn't make sense. Time goes differently. And it wasn't even that long that Dean was in Heaven and Sam was already there. So, like, Bobby must've just gotten a beer and sat down when Dean turned up and he was like "shit, boy. Don't you know how to quit dyin'?!" because, honestly, I would have.

This are all of my big reasons right off the bat. There are more deeper reasons, but this is it for now. I really hope any of this made sense. But, like I said before I started this list, if you liked it, cool! I'm not in the business of telling people how they should feel about certain things. I just wanted to share some reasons why I didn't like it.

#supernatural #spn #15x20 #15x20 thoughts #dean #Sam #Eileen #Castiel

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