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theyalldeserveddbetter · 4 years

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Apologies

(Chris Evans x teen! daughter reader)

Request: Can I request a Chris Evans x teen! reader where her and her best friend get into a fight and he gives her advice?? I hope this makes sense! 😊

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted! This is my first request so sorry if it isn’t that good. Enjoy!

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It was a chilly morning. You were lucky that it was a Saturday or else you would’ve had to walk to school. You sat at the kitchen table, clutching a mug of hot chocolate. As you looked out of the window, you saw the sun just barely peeking through the thick wall of clouds. Your dad, Chris, had left to go film about an hour ago so you were left alone in the house. The new series your dad was filming was set in Boston so you were extremely lucky that he didn’t have to go to an entirely different state.

You sighed as you finished your mug of hot chocolate, slumping down into your seat. Stretching your arms out, you stood up and grabbed your phone, checking the time.

8:45 am

You had woken up ‘earlier’ than usual to get a school assignment done. Usually, on a Saturday, you would still be asleep or in bed but too lazy to get up. You groaned to yourself and started to make your way to your bedroom. You better get an A on this assignment or else nothing was worth it anymore.

“No, that's not how you're supposed to do it.” You were on a call with one of your best friends, trying to explain the assignment to them. You knew that maths wasn’t their strong suit so you tried to keep as calm as possible. It was, however, yours so your patience was wearing a bit thin.

“Then explain it properly to me then!” Your friend exclaimed.

You groaned loudly and put your head in your hands, slightly losing your sanity.

“I said,” You started, trying to keep your cool, despite wanting to rip your hair out, “if you subtract the two answers together then you should get an answer that’s close to 78.35.”

“Then how come I got 59.25?” Your friend asked, annoyed.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Because you didn’t multiply anything first,” You told her, irritated that she wasn’t listening to anything you had said earlier.

“You could’ve said that earlier! I wouldn’t of had to listen to your stupid help then!”

That’s when you snapped. How dare they say that! You were trying to help them but they were the one that wasn’t listening in the first place.

“My stupid help? You're the one that wasn’t listening to anything I said!” You yelled, thumping the desk.

“Cause’ nothing you said was important!” Your best friend snapped back.

“Well I wouldn’t have had to help you in the first place if you weren’t so stupid!”

As soon as those words came out of your mouth, instant regret filled you. You shouldn’t have said anything.

“(YF/N) I-“ You started to apologise but she cut you off.

“Goodbye (Y/N).”

You heard the sound of the beep as the call ended. You sunk back into your seat and stared at your phone for a while, processing what had just happened. You ran over the events in your head. Oh, it was all your fault! What were you going to do? You couldn’t just sit there and do nothing, that’s for sure. You leaned forward in your seat and snatched your phone. Flopping back into the seat, you called (YF/N).

One ring, two rings.

They didn’t seem to pick up. You ended the call after a few rings and tried again. The same thing happened. Your friend definitely wasn’t going to pick up. You decided that the best thing you could do at that point was to get out of your room and grab something to eat before you starved. You also needed to feed Dodger.

You fell back into the couch. You munched on your muesli bar as thought to yourself. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to keep you going for a few more hours until Chris got back home from set. You had also remembered to feed Dodger something so that he wouldn’t starve either. When you had finished the bar, you grabbed a hold of the TV remote and started to pick a show from Netflix. You settled on Brooklyn Nine Nine. Every few episodes or so you would try to call (YF/N) but they never picked up once. You had also sent a million texts.

Time went by and soon enough, you fell asleep. You didn’t remember how long you were out for but it had to be for quite a while seems as the next time you awoke it was getting dark.

CLICK

The door creaked open and Dodger started to bark happily. You felt Dodger leave your side and you grumbled. Opening your eyes to see when the commotion was about, you saw your dad greeting Dodger by the door.

“Hey sweetie,” You heard your dad call out from the front door.You mumbled a ‘hey’ back in return.

Chris walked over to you and put his keys in the basket nearby. He sat down as you felt the couch dip beside you.

“How did the assignment go?” He asked, putting an arm around you.

The assignment? Oh, the assignment! Memories of the day filled back into your head as you mentally rewind. You still hadn’t been able to grab a hold of (YF/N).

“Good, it went good,” You said, answering Chris’ question. You leaned into him.

“Are you sure?” He questioned, “You don’t sound so sure.”

“Yeah, i’m pretty sure. It went fine, dad.” You told him.

Chris’ face scrunched up in thought for a second but then relaxed, believing you.

“You should take a shower, you stink.” You say laughing, changing the subject. You shoved the arm that your dad had around you off and poked him in the side.

He laughed too, “I don’t stink!”

“Yeah you do!” You shoved him farther, trying to get him to stand up. He eventually did.

“Nuh uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Uh huh.”

Chris threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine, i’ll go take a shower. I do kinda stink.” He admitted.

When Chris had left the room to go take a shower, you called Dodger over.

“Come on Dodger. Come here boy,” You patted the side of the couch and sat up straighter. Dodger immediately obeyed happily and climbed beside you.

“What am I going to do about (YF/N) huh?” You asked the dog while patting him. “I should probably ask dad for advice, shouldn’t I?”

Dodger barked, almost as if he understood you. You laughed and continued to pat him, waiting for Chris.

“I’m going to ask him after dinner.”

You sat at the dinner table as Chris put away the dishes from dinner. Resting your head on your hand, you built up the courage to ask your dad for advice about your problem.

You took a deep breath.

“Hey dad?” You called out to Chris.

He looked up from wiping a dish dry and looked over at you.

“Yes sweetheart?”

You took another deep breath, getting ready to ask the question. You didn’t know why you were so worked up with asking for advice. You’d done it many times before so what was so different now?

“Can I ask you for advice?”

Chris stopped what he was doing and immediately walked over to you. He grabbed the seat from beside you and sat down, looking at you.

“Of course! What do you need to ask me?” He leaned forward and rested his hands on the table in front.

“I-“ You started, beginning to regret your idea, “It’s about (YF/N).”

Chris nodded and kept his calm gaze on you, telling you to keep going.

“We got into a disagreement and I can’t call them to apologise.” You finally admitted.

Chris’ gaze softened. “Oh (Y/N), that’s perfectly fine. Even if they aren’t answering your calls, they’re bound to be reading your texts. I say you try to arrange a meeting at the local coffee shop.” Chris suggested.

“But what if they won’t go.” You panicked.

“They’re your best friend. They will go.” Chris said, “Trust me. It’ll work out in the end.”

Your dad gave you a side hug.

“Thanks dad. I really appreciate it.” You told him.

“Of course! Anything for my girl.” Chris smiled at you, “Is that all you need?”

You nodded.

“Good, don’t stress too much. It’ll work out in the end.”

You lay in bed, thinking about the text you had sent your friend earlier. You trusted your dad’s advice and arranged a meetup at the local coffee shop at 10 am the next morning. You had finished the maths assignment before you sent the text. You decided to get some sleep before tomorrow’s event. You definitely needed it. You shut your eyes, feeling the darkness and sleep come to you.

The next morning you woke up and ate breakfast as usual. You then proceeded to leave the house at 9:45 go to the local coffee shop. Getting to the shop, you picked the booth in the far corner and sat down to wait for (YF/N). While you waited for them, you scrolled through Instagram on your phone.

Looking at the time, you saw that it was 10:05. You looked around the place and at the entrance. You saw a familiar face walk in. They started to head in your direction, finally sitting down in front of you. Before they could utter anything you jumped in.

“Look, (YF/N) I shouldn’t have called you stupid. You are an amazing person and a great friend. Anything I could ask for. I am sincerely sorry.” You apologised, hoping that it was enough for your friend to forgive you. “I understand if you don’t-“

“(Y/N) stop.” Your friend cut you off, looking at you. “I was going to say that I am sorry for not listening to your help and I probably am pretty stupid.”

“No, don't say that! You’re not stupid.” You told your best friend.

“I guess we both came to apologise to each other huh?”

“I mean that was the point wasn’t it?” (YF/N) chuckled.

“Yeah I guess it was,” You laughed with (YF/N).

“I’m sorry,”

“I accept your apology. I’m sorry too.”

“And I accept your’s.”

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songtoyou · 3 years

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Chapter Eight: Be Still

Would You Call That Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Raina Morrison (OC)

Rating: PG to PG-13 (Might be 18+ for some chapters)

Story Summary: There was always that one person Chris Evans tended to turn to when he was not in a committed relationship, Raina Morrison. He could confide in her about things going on in his life that he did not feel comfortable talking to his family or close friends about. Chris and Raina were able to establish a way to openly communicate with one another, but also being respectful of the other’s time and needs. It was the only constant “relationship” he had, but without all the nonsense of trying to build a life together. A “friends with benefits” situation. However, what happens when Chris starts rethinking his “relationship” with Raina and if either are willing to pursue something more?

Chapter Summary: Raina and Chris are having trouble dealing with their time apart. Long-distance relationships suck.

Chapter Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,258

Author’s Note: I was having trouble with this chapter. I had to end up rewriting it because I was not feeling the first draft.

Italics represent flashback conversations.

Sadly, I do not know Chris Evans or anyone in his family, and this is just a fictional take on his life. I do not permit this fic to be reposted on other platforms.

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Three months. That is how long Raina and Chris had been apart. She continued to star in the Broadway version of Moulin Rouge as Satine. Shows were constantly selling out. Reviews were acclaimed. Unfortunately, Raina was feeling bored. The same routine was beginning to annoy her. She didn't like that there was no room to change things up. Being in a Broadway show was vastly different from her concerts. Raina knew it would be.

Jerry had warned Raina that Broadway was a whole different ballgame than what she was used to or experienced. "You won't be able to change or add things from show to show. It is more rigorous than what you are used to, kid," Raina remembered Jerry telling her one day before she accepted the role.

Raina wanted a challenge. She wanted to do something different. There were times where Raina felt stagnant in her career. Plus, Raina was now considered an aging pop star, so she had to begin the process of branching out into different fields of entertainment.

"You should do the voice," Jerry would always suggest, which Raina repetitively turned down. It wasn't that Raina looked down on voice competition shows. She didn't want to open that door to be on television every week for months on end. She was a performer, not a judge.

Again, three months. Three months since Raina had physically seen her boyfriend. They talked on the phone and skyped regularly, but it was not the same as being in the same room. She missed Chris terribly. And he missed her.

Chris had been pretty busy himself, first having to take Dodger back to Boston before getting ready to go to Toronto. With Raina's busy schedule, she would not have been able to take care of the canine. For a week and a half, Chris would attend the Toronto Film Festival to promote the movie Knives Out. Raina wished she could have gone with him. Chris wished she could have gone with him.

After the film festival, Chris didn't have much downtime. He rushed into working on A Starting Point with Mark to outline the website and coordinate interviews with politicians.

Raina made it a point to steer clear of conversations about ASP. Truthfully, she didn't find the idea appealing or exciting. Yes, Americans needed to be informed about certain aspects of politics and important issues. But many outlets already offered what Chris and Mark were trying to do. She asked Chris one time what made ASP different from the others. She was surprised that he wasn't quite able to come up with a sufficient answer. Raina knew Chris meant well.

"Chris," she spoke up one day before he left the City, "You know I will never bullshit you, and I won't ever blow smoke up your ass. That has never been the kind of friendship we had. Nor is it how we want our intimate relationship to go."

He looked at Raina and told her to go on. "Sometimes, I have noticed, is that you tend not to be able to look outside of your privilege, Chris. You know what I am saying?"

Chris turned to his girlfriend. He was confused about where she was getting at. "No. What are you saying?"

Raina sighed. She could tell Chris was on the verge of getting defensive. "Nothing," she said, throwing her hands up in defeat. "Look, let's no…argue about…stupid stuff, okay." Raina pleaded and walked up to Chris to put her arms around him.

He reciprocated by doing the same. Leaning in, Chris captured Raina's lips. "I don't want to argue either. Especially not before I have to leave," he whispered in her ear.

There would times when Raina would look back on that exchange between her and Chris. She felt weird about how Chris became so defensive. Yeah, she could have worded things better; however, why should she?

Truthfully, Chris was a privileged white male. If he took the time to recognize his privileges, it would make him a better ally to those who represent underprivileged groups. Raina was worried about any possible backlash Chris could face with a project like AS, which was not what she wanted for him. She understood that this was a passion project for Chris and Mark as well. Raina only wanted Chris to make sure that everything was in order and that nothing would be thrown at him unexpectedly. She knew Chris wasn't able to take criticism very well, even when it was constructive, mainly when it came to projects he was enthusiastic about; she understood as she was the same way.

With their time apart, Chris had to miss her birthday, October 19. Chris made sure to send Raina an enormous flower arrangement he could find, along with an array of goodies from Dylan's Candy Bar store. Chris knew the gifts would something Raina would appreciate. However, he still felt guilty that he was not with her to celebrate her birthday in person.

"Hey, birthday girl," Chris greeted Raina through skype on the day of her birthday. He laughed when he saw that she was holding the cupcake pillow he got her.

"I love it!" she exclaimed happily. "And I love my three-tier candy cake. I can't believe you got me that," Raina pointed out as she adjusted the laptop camera to show Chris the candy cake. "I won't be able to eat all of that."

"Yeah, you will," he laughed.

"I miss you," Raina said to Chris. "I didn't think being away from you would be this hard."

Chris sighed, "I miss you, too, sweetheart. But we'll see each other for Christmas, right?"

"Yes, of course. I made sure to schedule that time off. I still plan to come up to Concord for Christmas. My dad has already made plans with Diane for not only Christmas but Thanksgiving as well. So he is taken care of," Raina revealed. "Speaking of Thanksgiving, what are you doing?"

Shifting in his seat, Chris shared that he would spend it in Concord with his family. He noticed the slight disappointment on Raina's face and shift in her demeanor. "You don't want to come here and spend the holiday with me?" she asked solemnly. She didn't want to press on the issue but wanted to hear Chris's reason.

Raina understood that Chris always liked to spend the holidays with his family, but deep down, she hoped he would change it up this year. "It's just been two and a half months since we saw each other," Raina began but stopped. The last thing she wanted to do was to make Chris feel guilty. "Do you have any time off before then?"

"Like you, I'm completely booked up until Christmas. Mark and I are still working on the website for A Starting Point for the rest of October, then when November comes around, it is all press for Knives Out and premiers. Trust me; I would rather be with you than have to do press junkets or walk red carpets," Chris acknowledged.

Raina grabbed a piece of candy from her three-tier candy cake. She just sat back in her chair, not looking at the computer screen. Raina focused on the candy. She didn't want to look at Chris because if she did, tears would begin to form. For some reason, missing Chris and wanting to be with him felt like the equivalent of homesickness. It was a feeling she had never experienced when it came to another human being. Even when she was a teenager touring across the world, she never felt homesick. Her relationship with Chris brought along a whole new set of feelings for Raina, and part of it scared her.

She suddenly asked herself, 'Am I becoming too dependent on Chris?' The last thing Raina wanted to be, was co-dependent.

Raina shook her head and sat up in her chair. She looked at Chris and smiled. "I'm sorry. I know you're busy. I don't mean to pressure you or make you feel bad."

The two continued to talk a bit longer until Chris noticed Raina yawning. "Okay, sweetheart, I will let you get to bed."

"No, I can still talk. It's early," Raina whined like a child.

"It's a quarter after eleven, and that is now your fourth yawn in the last fifteen minutes," he pointed out. "You need to get to bed."

Raina sighed, "Alright, boss. I'll get to bed. Talk to you later or when either one of us is available. Bye, honey. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye."

Thanksgiving rolled around faster than Chris expected. Time flies when one is busy. He continued to talk to Raina via phone or skype. However, Chris was also beginning to get frustrated at their time apart. Currently, he was home, sitting in his living room with his brother and brother-in-law, watching a football game between the Buffalo Bills and Dallas Cowboys while his mom and sisters prepared dinner. Lisa would poke her head from the kitchen, asking the boys for help from time to time. His niece and nephew were running around playing with Dodger, who appeared to love the attention.

It was almost perfect, except one person was missing. Raina. He called her earlier that day. She shared that she was celebrating Thanksgiving, Chandler Bing style, with some of the Moulin Rouge cast.

"What the Hell is Thanksgiving, Chandler Bing style?" Chris asked, confused.

"Damnit, watch friends, Christopher," Raina scolded teasingly. "Chandler Bing doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving. Because that was the day his parents told him that they were getting divorced. So, instead of all the turkey fixings and stuffing, we have grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup, and a family-size bag of Funyuns as an appetizer. We have lots of booze, so don't worry. Oh, and pumpkin cheesecake. Good times, right."

Chris only laughed. "You're living the dream. I don't think what Ma is making could compare."

"Just be sure to tell her to make her spaghetti for Christmas dinner. Or at least make a small pot of it just for me, okay."

"She's planning to, so don't worry. What are you watching? I hear gunfire," Chris enquired.

"I'm watching my husband, Tommy Shelby, shoot at the Italians," Raina informed as she watched Peaky Blinders. "I love Tommy Shelby. I tell you, Chris, if Tommy Shelby showed up at my door asking me to marry him, I would most likely say yes."

"Is that so."

"In a heartbeat. Sorry, hon, but Tommy Shelby, the things I would let him do to..."

"Thank God he is a fictional character," Chris interrupted.

"Not in my dreams he isn't," Raina taunted.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now."

"Alright, I'll stop lusting after my fictional husband while I'm on the phone with you," said Raina and switched topics.

The two continued to talk until Chris was ordered into the kitchen by his mother. It was his turn to help.

Chris was chopping carrots and celery when his mother asked how Raina was doing.

"She is doing fine. Raina wishes she could be here."

However, Lisa could tell something was bothering Chris. He could never hide his emotions from her. "What's the matter, Christopher?"

Chris continued to chop the vegetables until he stopped to look at his mother. "I didn't expect being away from Raina would be this hard, Ma."

"Of course it is. You love Raina," Lisa stated as she continued cooking.

"I do. But in the past, I had girlfriends who I loved and had to do long-distance," Chris explained. "None of those worked out."

"Because you weren't truly in love with them," Lisa pointed out. "Don't compare what you have with Rain to your past relationships. Every relationship is different. What you and Raina have now is not something you have experienced before, which is real love. True love. Everyone always knew that you two would end up together, except you and Raina. You both are so cute but also clueless at times. You both will get through this. The work commitments will die down. You both will be reunited. Everything will be fine."

Chris took in what his mother was saying. He knew she was right. He had things to look forward to beginning the start of the new year.

"Raina is the first person I dated, well since Jessica at least, that I have really begun to think about marriage and kids. Part of me is scared because it's all so fast. We have only started dating back in mid-July. I don't want to rush anything. I don't want to scare her off. I don't want her to get bored of me," Chris confessed honestly.

It was heartbreaking for Lisa to hear. She gestured for Chris to sit down at the kitchen table. "You need to stop, Chris. You are allowing your anxiety to get the best of you. Just take a deep breath, okay," she instructed her oldest son. "Raina will never get bored of you. She loves you very much. Don't think about the past; only focus on the future. You and Raina will be fine. More than fine. Yes, there will be hard times, along with good times. It is normal for every functional relationship. You can't have the good without the bad, the sad without the happy, the ups and the downs. The universe needs balance."

"Okay, Oprah," Chris joked. "I get what you're saying."

"Do you?"

"Yeah, I do, Ma."

"Good. Now get back to chopping," Lisa ordered, and Chris went back to cutting vegetables for Thanksgiving dinner.

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miguel-manbemel · 4 years

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Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 28: A Side is Born Part 3: The Dark Truth about Patton

New entry of this fic inspired on Sanders Sides by Thomas Sanders, Joan S. and the Foster Dawg Team. The story goes on. After the angsty end of the previous part, it’s time to dive back into the past and learn all the secrets in Patton’s life. Like in previous parts, the beginning is a reminder of the most important segments of the previous episode. I hope you enjoy this new entry and see ya next week.

SYNOPSIS: After discovering the truth about his real father, Virgil is in shock and it’s hard for him to accept it. Patton, now that his memories haven been restored, gets ready to tell them everything about his past, from Thomas’ conception itself and the very creation of the Mind Palace, and how the Dark Master managed to become Virgil’s father.

WARNINGS: Angst featured in the episode. Romantic prinxiety and logicality, visual depictment of the aftermath of physical mistreatment to Virgil in the past.

EPISODE INDEX

[Roman is writing in his diary, his voice is heard and his narration is combined with flashback images from the previous episode]

NARRATOR-ROMAN: So many things have happened yesterday that I don’t know if I’ll be able to make a summary in these few pages. Virgil and I had our first son, Thomas’ Side of Angsty Creativity and we named him Chris. Then a few hours later…

PATTON: Who’s that boy?

VIRGIL: It’s Chris, dad. Your grandson.

PATTON: What?

ROMAN: He has just aged three years in a matter of a second and we don’t know how.

LOGAN: Oh, wow… I didn’t expect that…

NARRATOR-ROMAN: It didn’t stop there, though. It was in front of our very eyes that he grew again until he looked like a twelve year old. I was so excited about it, that I decided to take him to Sandersia, because I wanted him to meet my brother Roland and Ira before he turned into an adult. And so we went there. They reacted just as I expected.

CHRIS: Well, my name is Christian Gerard Sanders. And I’m the Side of Angsty Creativity. But you can call me Chris.

ROLAND: Angsty… Creativity?

IRA: Hold on, weren’t those two concepts assigned to Virgil and you earlier? [face of realization and shock, then he smiles widely] Oh! Oh, my goodness, I get it! Congratulations, Roman!

ROLAND: What? What’s the matter?

IRA: Don’t you see? This boy is the son of Virgil and Roman! Angsty Creativity!

ROLAND: Oh, my goodness! How…? When…? Congratulations, guys!

[Roland and Ira hug Roman and Virgil, then they also give a quick hug to Chris]

ROLAND: I should have paid more attention. Of course he’s your son. His shield his a mix of both your insignias. I’m so happy to meet you, young man.

CHRIS: I’m happy to meet you too, uncle Roland.

ROLAND: Oh, that’s right. This boy is my nephew. And as your son… he’s the new heir to the throne of Sandersia!

NARRATOR-ROMAN: And just in front of them, Chris completed his growth and became an adult. It was all fun and games… until things suddenly and unexpectedly turned really, really bad. A force-field appeared around Chris.

CHRIS: What gives!?

[the door opens and the Dark Master enters in, wearing a black cloak with silver ornaments on the shoulders and the hood. The dark bubble flies next to him with Chris inside]

THOMAS: You again? How many times do we have to defeat you, boy?

DARK MASTER: Long time no see, Light Master.

ROMAN: [pulling out his samurai sword] Release our son! Right now!

DARK MASTER: Release him? Oh, sure, I will release him, as soon as I’m done with him.

VIRGIL: If you touch just one hair of him, I swear…

DARK MASTER: Oh, don’t worry emo, I’m not going to harm him. I need him in one piece for my plans.

VIRGIL: [progressively angrier and more hysterical as he speaks] What plans? What are you going to do to him? Let him go, you bast**!

DARK MASTER: Let him go? After all the time I’ve been waiting for one of his kind to appear? Never.

PATTON: What’s so special about him? I don’t understand.

DARK MASTER: [giggles evilly] I certainly did a good job with you, Patton.

PATTON: What?

DARK MASTER: Erasing your memories was so easy. It wasn’t a perfect work, but nevertheless it worked. You wouldn’t even try to get your memories back. You just got contented and started behaving like the stupid father figure you are right now.

PATTON: I don’t understand…

VIRGIL: Neither do I, but I don’t care! Release him!

DARK MASTER: It’s your only fault that I’m taking your son right now, Virgil! You brought this onto him!

VIRGIL: What?

DARK MASTER: The original plan was to take you instead of him. You were born for that only reason. But you had to escape to the Light Realm and ruin everything.

VIRGIL: What would you know about my birth?

DARK MASTER: Oh, everything. I know everything about it. I even had you in my arms not long after you were born. You looked so tiny, so vulnerable. So suitable. You just needed to grow until you were mature enough. But Patton had to be a goody daddy and the Light Master had to ruin it all!

THOMAS: Me? What…?

VIRGIL: What is he talking about, dad?

PATTON: [confused] I promise I don’t know, kiddo. I don’t remember…

DARK MASTER: Perhaps I can help with that.

[The Dark Master points at Patton. A light blue sphere appears on his hand]

DARK MASTER: This, on my hand, are your stolen memories. You’re no longer a worthy enemy, so I won’t be needing them anymore, and I need to make room for… another procedure. Here, take them back.

[the light-blue ball is projected at light-speed and impacts into Patton’s head, making him walk two steps back. The light enters inside Patton’s head, who holds his head with both hands and groans as if he was suffering the worst headache ever, as if his head was about to explode right there.]

VIRGIL: [scared] Dad!

LOGAN: Patton!

[in a few moments, Patton adopts a serene face. He stops holding his head and looks fiercely at the Dark Master]

PATTON: [serious deep voice, never heard before from him] Now I remember… everything.

DARK MASTER: Good. Then now you know it all. How does it feel? Please, tell me that it hurts you, it would be so rewarding for me.

PATTON: Yes, I remember. Yes, it hurts. And no, you won’t get away with your plans.

DARK MASTER: [evil voice] I challenge you to stop me. If you want to find me, you know where to look for me… sweetie.

NARRATOR-ROMAN: And so, the Dark Master fled away, taking our son with him. Later, Patton confessed the truth he had forgotten long ago, a truth no one could have prepared us to hear.

VIRGIL: Dad, you are my father. Nothing you could have ever done could be so bad that I couldn’t forgive it.

PATTON: You don’t know the truth yet, son. Once you know, you won’t be able to say that again with conviction.

VIRGIL: Then tell me dad, to prove you that you’re wrong. What is that truth that is so unforgivable?

[Patton sighs]

PATTON: The truth about who your father is.

VIRGIL: You are my father, what do you mean?

PATTON: I mean your other father.

VIRGIL: My other father? You remember now his identity? Who is he?

PATTON: You already know him too well. You’ve lived with him for years in the Dark Realm. You lived under his yoke and his tyranny for many years, and I couldn’t save you, may God forgive me.

[Virgil looks at Patton. A grimace of horror slowly starts appearing]

VIRGIL: No… that’s not true… that’s impossible!

PATTON: Yes. As painful as it is for me to admit it, but it’s true. The Dark Master is your father.

VIRGIL: [progressively more hysterical as he speaks] I can’t believe you! He can’t be my father! He can’t! If he was my father, he would have never treated me the way he did in the Dark Realm! He would have never taken my son away from me! It’s impossible! No! I refuse to believe you! You’re a liar! You’re no better than Deceit!

ROMAN: [holding him by the shoulders and shaking him] Virgil, calm down! You know he would never lie to you, especially in a matter so serious!

[Virgil sits down. He can’t look Patton in the face]

PATTON: [sad] See? I told you you would hate me.

[Virgil doesn’t answer. He just stares at the infinity, with rivers of tears running down his cheeks, in complete silence]

NARRATOR-ROMAN: And this is how we ended in this situation. Thomas had to go to sleep because he couldn’t face the Dark Master if he wasn’t well rested, and we needed a good rest too. Now, it’s morning. Thomas is in the bathroom having a quick shower. He never was a morning shower person, but he thought that maybe that could help him open his mind and think on some plan. When he’s ready, we’ll start thinking about what to do. I’m worried about Virgil, though. When I woke up, I found him awake, looking at the ceiling, still crying. If I could have resisted Thomas’ slumber as he can, I would have probably done the same too. It’s funny how much you can get to love a son at first sight. Even when it’s been literally a few hours since we met him, I think we could never live again without him. I pray that it’s not too late to save him.

[intro sequence]

[Thomas and the Sides are in the dining room, finishing their breakfast. Deceit and Honesty have joined them and have already been informed about everything during the meal. Virgil just stared at his plate not able to take a bite.]

ROMAN: Virgil, my love, please. You haven’t eaten anything. Do you think you’ll be of any help for our son if you let yourself starve?

[Virgil looks at Roman]

VIRGIL: Why should I eat? Why should I be here clowning around with you in this stupid… social gathering, when my son probably is suffering the worst of horrors and I’m not there to help him? He probably hasn’t eaten anything either! Why should I!?

PATTON: Virgil, please. Roman is right. You’re not gonna help Chris with that attitude.

VIRGIL: Leave me alone, Patton! I’m not in the mood for one of your daddy lectures!

[Patton shows a face of hurt over being called Patton instead of dad for the first time in months. He overcomes this sensation to show a firm scolding voice]

PATTON: Well it looks like you need one and you’re gonna have it!

VIRGIL: [yelling, angry] How dare you!? You have no right to speak to me after what you told me yesterday! In fact, I shouldn’t be here altogether! You all are doing nothing but hindering me! I should go get my son back on my own! Maybe I will!

[Patton rises up, with a face full of ferocious anger but also with his eyes full of tears]

PATTON: [yelling] Hold up for a second! I may not be a perfect person by any means, and you have a right to be mad at me, but in spite of that, I’m still your father and demand some respect, both to me and to all of us! I know you’re having a horrible time. Probably the worst time you will ever experience in your life, but that doesn’t give you the right to mistreat us like that! We’re not the enemy! We’re your fam and we’re here to help you! So hold your tongue, mister!

[Virgil looks at Patton without saying a word]

PATTON: [with a softer voice] Virgil, please, react. You must get out of that state you’re into. If not for us, do it for Chris. He needs you strong, both of will and of body. Grab any strength you have left in yourself and fight against your grief, so that you can get into the battle that awaits all of us. We’re gonna need you, so, please, I beg you, listen to me.

[Virgil looks at his plate still full. He needs a few seconds to start speaking]

VIRGIL: I… I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry, guys. It’s just that… this is all too much for me to overcome.

PATTON: Would you let me hug you, please? I think we both need it at this point.

[Virgil looks at Patton, then he stands up and hugs him. He starts crying on his shoulder for a whole minute, while the others look at them without saying a word. Then, when Patton releases Virgil, he kisses him on the forehead before they both sit down]

DECEIT: It hurts me so bad to see you like this, Virge. I wish I could have been there to help you.

HONESTY: Me too.

VIRGIL: Thank you, guys. You wouldn’t have been able to do anything, like we weren’t, but I deeply appreciate the sentiment. I apologize again for my rude behavior. I hope you know I didn’t mean what I said.

DECEIT: It’s okay, Virge. We understand.

THOMAS: Now, before we start a plan of action, we need to understand everything. So, Patton, yesterday you promised that you would explain everything to us. I think the moment has come, if you’re ready.

PATTON: I am ready, Thomas, and you’re right, the moment has come. I’m gonna tell you everything that happened. It’s been 30 years…

THOMAS: Oh, we don’t need all the details, just stick with whatever you can remember…

PATTON: Do you wanna hear this or not, Thomas? Or would you like to watch Titanic instead, since you like that meme so much?

THOMAS: Sorry.

DECEIT: Oof… I’m not accustomed to see Patton so salty.

PATTON: As I was saying, it’s been 30 years ago, but for me it was like yesterday.

THOMAS: But I was a baby back then. You mean that you were already there by that time?

PATTON: I was there even before you were born, Thomas.

THOMAS: What? But how? I don’t understand…

PATTON: Let me explain. When a human starts having a cognitive system mature enough, something that happens around the second trimester of their development during pregnancy, if their brainwaves are compatible, like yours are, a Mind Palace dimension appears linked to these brainwaves.

LOGAN: It is so weird hearing Patton use that technical language. I am the one who is supposed to speak like that…

PATTON: That Mind Palace initially consists of a Core, which is a huge source of light, bright as the sun but safe too look at, where every trait, every aspect, everything that the human has ever been or will ever be is stored in raw form… I can see in your faces that you don’t understand me. I’m sorry, there are no words to describe it in any human language. Not even if you saw it for yourselves you could begin to understand what it is. And around that Core, when human development is advanced enough, the first room ever in the Mind Palace is generated, the Mind Palace Center. It is a bright silvery room with three double doors, one made of gold, one made of two huge solid slabs of diamond that is transparent but shines like a rainbow, and a third one made of hard coal and ebony. In front of each door there’s a pedestal, and there, from the Core itself, two Masters are born. The Light Master is born in front of the diamond door, and the Dark Master in front of the coal door. Then, a third entity is born in the third pedestal in front of the golden door. It is a Side, but a Side stronger than any other Side that would ever come later on. The Side of Raw Feelings and Right and Wrong. You could call it… a Master Side.

ROMAN: Is that… you?

PATTON: That’s right, that’s me, although now I’m not stronger than anyone of you, by any means. I was the first Side to be born and my task in that tiny Mind Palace that existed back then was to act – and I’m sorry I keep using your kind of speech, Logan – as an input/output device of feelings for Thomas. I analyzed the stimuli that arrived from Thomas’ surroundings and classified them as good or bad, and then sent them to the Masters for further analysis and classification. Then they sent me their results and I sent a response to the outside world for each original stimulus. The more stimuli I sent to one or the other, the bigger the Light Realm or the Dark Realm became, which as you, Thomas, may have deducted, were hidden behind their respective doors. As a result, the Mind Palace started growing around the Center, paralleling your mind growing during the beginning of your existence. Equilibrium was the norm back then and I tried to keep it as much as I could. And it worked, for the first two years or so of your existence. Until I made the mistake that started all this mess we’re facing right now.

VIRGIL: What do you mean?

PATTON: My life was pretty simple back then, so simple it became monotonous, and pure routine. You may say that I had a lot of stimuli from the outside world and that should have been exciting, but it wasn’t, cause back then I couldn’t understand what I received or sent and therefore it meant nothing to me. And I never got out of the Mind Palace Center except to sleep at night in my room behind my door and then wake up for another day just like the one before, again and again. And even though I was in constant contact with the Masters, this contact was really superficial. We did not get to have conversations with each other that were not related to our work. Monotony lead to boredom and boredom lead to longing. I didn’t know what I was longing for, I only knew that I longed for it. And the Dark Master knew about my feelings. He had also started longing for something: power, even back then when there was not much to fight for in the Mind Palace, but he wanted to take control of it. And he decided to use me as a tool for his plot. And so, he started to speak to me. Not trivial boring conversations like before, but more deep conversations. He got interested on me, on my work, and how did I do everything. And I obliged, I talked about my job, the tasks I had to do, stuff like that. He didn’t miss an opportunity to compliment me, to tell me how much he admired me, how much talent I had. And I got flattered and happy. Suddenly my longing had found an answer. And slowly but surely, he seduced me, until I fell in love with him.

VIRGIL: You and the Dark Master…? Wait, I suddenly remembered that you already told me he’s my father, so this question is stupid, sorry.

PATTON: Yes, Virgil. He acted so sweet, so kind… and I was so vulnerable, so naive back then, even more than recently… that one day I could no longer resist and completely surrendered myself to him. It was only one time, but it was enough. What happened next was fast, just as fast as it was for you, Virge. Even so, I was conscious from the start that a new life was growing inside of me. And it was then when the Dark Master showed his true face. He believed that he had me in his arms, that out of love, I would do anything he asked from me. He told me that he wanted to take control of the Mind Palace, and that if I helped him, I could be in charge by his Side. I refused, cause I knew it was wrong and breaking the equilibrium in the Mind Palace could create disastrous consequences for Thomas’ well-being. He fled away, for the time being, and I told the Light Master everything that had happened.

THOMAS: You talked… to me?

PATTON: No, Thomas. Back then, the Light Master was a complete entity of his own, just like the Dark Master and me, and he had his own consciousness. You were, and always have been, the Mind Palace itself as a whole.

THOMAS: I don’t get it.

PATTON: Every human is a Mind Palace. Almost anyone can wander into their mind when they need it or when reality, for one reason or another, is harsh on them and they need an escape route. But a few chosen ones, the very few in this world who share a specific pattern of brainwaves, can do what you do. You can physically wander into your own Mind Palace. That’s why we, the Sanders Sides, exist and can interact with you. But your capacity is strong enough so that you can completely tear off the veil between the Mind Palace and reality. That’s why we have a physical presence in this world and you can get objects in and out of the Mind Palace. Someone of us strong enough could even detach himself from you if he gathered powerful enough, like the Dark Master tried to do a while ago, although it would have disastrous consequences for you as you already know. That’s something extremely rare, though. It’s a unique ability the one you hold Thomas. It can be terrifying sometimes, but it’s beautiful nonetheless.

THOMAS: Yes, I agree. I never asked for this to happen. It just came to me as I child and I accepted it naturally. It’s true that sometimes I’ve experienced fear, and there was that one time you mentioned when my own life was endangered, but still, I would never trade off this ability. Everything I may go through is worth it, if it allows me to keep sharing your company, guys… But we are diverting. Please, continue, Patton.

PATTON: As it happened to you, Virgil, my pregnancy ran fast and it was soon that I went into labor. The Light Master was there to help me deliver you. He identified you as the Light Side of Vigilance, and so I named you Virgil. I’m sure you’re going to understand the next I’m going to say, Virge, now that you’re a father yourself. I loved you so much from the very first moment I looked into your eyes and you returned a little giggle to me. I still love you just the same today, and even when my memories got stolen from me, that wasn’t enough to break that bond of love we’ve always shared. That always was, and will always be, unbreakable, at least on my part.

VIRGIL: On my part too, dad. I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise earlier. I didn’t mean to hurt you.

PATTON: [petting Virgil’s cheek] It’s okay, I know, son. Around half an hour after you were born, the Dark Master returned. He asked me once again to join him in his plans. But I don’t think I can make justice just by telling you aloud. Roman, can you conjure a flashback from my memories?

ROMAN: I think so. Hold my hand and we’ll do it.

PATTON: Thank you.

[Patton holds Roman’s hand, and a flashback appears]

DARK MASTER: Patton, I’ll give you a second chance to think. Join me.

PATTON: Never. You cheated on me, and I will never forgive you for that.

DARK MASTER: Fine then. Then, give me my son and we’ll do it on our own.

PATTON: Are you nuts? Do you think I’m gonna give my Virgil to someone like you? Never!

DARK MASTER: He’s my son too and I have the same right…!

PATTON: You don’t have a right for anything! I will never let you corrupt my son to be like you!

DARK MASTER: Corrupt? Don’t you think that corruption is already present in his heart from the moment he was born? I’m his father! He has my essence in him! It’s part of him and there’s nothing you can do about it!

PATTON: You’re his father, unfortunately, but the Light Master has already told me that Virgil is a Light Side, and he will stay with me. I will educate him in love and compassion and you would only give him pain and horror. You’re not good enough to be his father and I will never allow it!

DARK MASTER: I’m afraid you didn’t understand one thing. I’m not asking you for permission to take my son with me. I’m commanding you!

PATTON: Then that’s a command that I will never fulfill!

DARK MASTER: As if you had a choice…

[The Dark Master points at Patton, and he gets paralyzed]

PATTON: I… I can’t move! Let me go! Don’t you dare!

DARK MASTER: Do you want to see proof of how much my son looks like me? Just watch.

[The Dark Master points at Virgil and shoots a black ball to the baby. The baby floats from Patton’s arms and a dark aura forms around him, while Virgil starts desperately crying]

PATTON: [distressed] Stop! Give him back right now! What have you done to him!

DARK MASTER: [grabbing Virgil] I’m sure if the Light Master checked Virgil right now, he would get to a very different result. Now Virgil is a Dark Side, the Dark Side of Anxiety and Fear, and he’s mine now! He’s too little yet to be useful, but he will grow, and when he grows… you’ll see. For now, off to the Dark Realm with you, my child. Your education will start soon.

[the Dark Master summons Virgil away]

PATTON: [yelling in despair] You bast**! Give me my son back, right now!

DARK MASTER: You should have accepted my offer. You could have ruled by my side and educated the child as your own. Now you’re gonna pay the consequences of your mistake.

[the Dark Master points at Patton and shoots a black ray to his forehead. Patton groans in pain as blue light starts coming out of his head running through the black ray. It starts forming a light blue ball of light on the Dark Master’s hand]

PATTON: What are you doing!? Stop it!

DARK MASTER: I’m getting your entire memories out of you. When I’m done, you will only be an empty casket and you will obey my will as my puppet. With my son’s abilities, one day, I’ll overthrow the Light Master and this whole Mind Palace will be mine!

[Patton doesn’t answer anymore, as he has fainted. Suddenly a rainbow thunderbolt hits the Dark Master and makes him fall. The black ray disappears and Patton falls to the ground, but the Dark Master still holds the light-blue ball of light with what he’s been able to extract from Patton’s mind. He hides it under his cloak. The Light Master appears]

LIGHT MASTER: What have you done to Patton, and where is Virgil!?

DARK MASTER: Virgil is out of your reach, Light Master. And Patton is of no use for anyone right now. After what I’ve done to him, he’ll never be the same again.

LIGHT MASTER: Why do you have to do this? You’re disrupting Thomas’ personality towards evil! You’re breaking the equilibrium!

DARK MASTER: To the f*** with equilibrium! I don’t need you or that stupid Patton. I’m more than capable enough to be Thomas on my own, and I will be!

LIGHT MASTER: Not if I can do anything about it!

[The Light Master shoots from his hand a white ray of light to the Dark Master in an attack so quick that the Dark Master can’t even see it coming. The light soon disappears, but the Dark Master seems unaffected. However, he soon finds out he can’t move]

DARK MASTER: What’s this? What have you done to me?

LIGHT MASTER: Consider yourself lucky that you’re needed for Thomas to keep on living. From this day on, I banish you from the Mind Palace Center and the Light Realm. You will no longer be able to come here, and you will never be able to get out of the Dark Realm.

DARK MASTER: [already starting to sink down slowly] This is not the end, Light Master, it’s only the beginning. Virgil is already in my possession and when he’s strong enough, we together will be powerful enough to overthrow you, and then the Mind Palace will be mine!

LIGHT MASTER: That’s what you think. If and when the moment comes, the Light Sides that will surely come will defeat you, no matter how hard you try. Now, begone!

[The Dark Master sinks down with an evil laughter]

LIGHT MASTER: [leaning towards Patton] Patton, are you okay? Can you hear me?

[Patton wakes up. He looks at the Light Masters and smiles at him]

PATTON: Oh, hello kiddo! How may I help you?

LIGHT MASTER: Kiddo?

PATTON: Yes, because I’m Dad, and my mission as pop is to pop out whenever you need me to take care of you!

LIGHT MASTER: [speaking to himself in a theater whisper] This is the work of the Dark Master. He couldn’t take all of his memories from him but he took enough for him to forget everything about Virgil. However, there must be traces on his mind that remind him somehow that he’s a dad, although he doesn’t know who his son is, so the hole in his mind is filled by acting like a dad with whomever he befriends. Well, perhaps it’s better this way. It would be a worthless pain for him if I told him the truth about his stolen son. If only I could get to the Dark Realm and bring him back… But I guess there’s only one thing I can do.

PATTON: Did you say something there? Secrets, secrets are no fun!

LIGHT MASTER: [helping Patton stand up] It was nothing, Patton. Now, listen. I want you to go to your room in the Light Realm and wait there.

PATTON: My room? But we never use the Light Realm rooms, they’re too far away from here and our rooms here are more convenient. Don’t we have a lot of work to do? You, me, and… [stops to think] that’s odd… I think there was another one, but I can’t put my finger on who they are…? Well, maybe it’s just me imagining things.

LIGHT MASTER: Yeah, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, listen to me, Patton. I will be gone soon and I want you to welcome the first Side that is about to come. Tell him the basics of the Mind Palace and Thomas.

PATTON: The first Side?

LIGHT MASTER: Yes, I can sense that the moment of his arrival is approaching. Thomas has already started learning how to speak, and with that, imagination and creativity will make an entrance in the Mind Palace. When he arrives, I want you to tell him everything about the Mind Palace and how it works. Tell him… [makes a pause, then takes a deep breath and continues] tell him also that Thomas is the Light Master.

PATTON: But you are the Light Master, kiddo. What are you talking about?

LIGHT MASTER: I’m going to fuse with the Mind Palace Core, so I’m not misspeaking. I’m gonna be a part of Thomas so, he’s gonna be the Light Master.

PATTON: [suddenly sad and scared] But why? Why are you leaving me alone? Did I do something wrong?

LIGHT MASTER: [waving his hands quickly] No, no, no, of course not! I’m doing this for you. I cannot tell you the reason behind it for now. But there will be a time when you will understand. And I promise that you won’t be alone in the Mind Palace for long. Until then… [the Light Master kisses Patton on the forehead and continues speaking with a slightly emotional tone] know that I appreciate you very much, and that I’ll always be there with you. Just look at Thomas and you’ll see me as part of him, always taking care of you. But don’t let him know until he’s ready to bare the burden of being the Light Master. Now, go to your room, Patton. Farewell.

PATTON: But…

LIGHT MASTER: Farewell, Patton.

PATTON: Farewell, Light Master. I love you.

LIGHT MASTER: I love you too.

[Patton sinks down in tears, then the flashback ends]

PATTON: That was the last time I saw the Light Master. I presume he fused with the Mind Palace Core as soon as I left, and as such he is part of you now, Thomas. I didn’t understand why he did that back then. Now I know that, to assure that the combined forces of the Dark Master and Virgil wouldn’t be powerful enough to overthrow him, he fused with the Core so that you could defeat him if battle arose. In the end, Virgil ran away before the Dark Master was ready to fulfill his plans, but still, his sacrifice was not in vain, as now you’re gonna have to face him for real, Thomas, and the Light Master power is gonna be vital to defeat him.

ROMAN: Wait… I suddenly remembered something. When I first came to life in the Mind Palace, someone approached me, welcomed me and talked to me about how the Light Master was Thomas… something I didn’t understand at all back then. But he didn’t look like you at all. He was this venerable man dressed in an all gray tunic with light blue sapphire ornaments on the shoulders, not even wearing glasses… And now that I think about it, I never saw him again, and it happened so early in my life that I ended up forgetting him until your story brought him back from the bottom of my memories. Are you telling me that this strange man was you all the time, Patton?

PATTON: It was me, Roman. Only that in my original form. I noticed that you pictured me in the flashback with my present outfit but in reality I looked like you saw me as a child. After I delivered my message, I retired to my room, feasting on the memories that Thomas was creating in his life, delighting on them, and learning about the outer world and preparing myself for my new task in Thomas’ life, which was going to be helping him to distinguish between right and wrong. However, I still had this idea stuck in my mind of being a dad, and so, when I finally thought myself ready, I took the shape of a father figure when I first came out, when you had that first moral dilemma about if it was right or wrong having a crush for some other boy at school, remember?

THOMAS: Yes, it was the first discussion I had with multiple Sides to work out an issue. It was Roman and you, and he didn’t recognize you. I remember that Roman back then still looked like a child like me but you already looked like an adult from your very first appearance. You said that you wanted to represent an adult with an inner child inside, but now I understand the truth. You never were an ordinary Side. You were something else entirely. You had been an adult all of your life, but you came to that explanation yourself because there were too many holes in your memory and that’s the best you could come up with, am I right?

PATTON: Yes… you’re right. Okay, Virgil. Now you know the whole story. What do you think?

VIRGIL: After all you have told me today… I see it crystal clear.

PATTON: What?

VIRGIL: I only have one father and that is you, dad. The Dark Master may have put his seed onto you so that you could have me but being a father is much more than leaving your DNA. What really makes a father is the amount of love he’s willing to share with his child, how he would put himself in all sorts of dangers to protect his son. How he would even sacrifice his life if needed be to save his boy. Now I’m a father myself and I know this very well. The Dark Master only conceived me and took me so that he could use me as a tool for his plans. He didn’t care at all about my well-being. Wanna see what he did to me instead? Take a look.

[Virgil unzips his hoodie. Underneath, he’s still not wearing his shirt as he forgot to put it back on after pregnancy forced him to take it away for being too tight. He turns back and lowers the hoodie down, showing his back. Patton and the others are horrified when they notice the numerous huge, deep scars of whipping that fill the whole of Virgil’s back. Deceit and Ira just sigh as they also suffered the Dark Master’s methods and know very well these scars because they have them too. Virgil puts the hoodie on and looks at Patton, whose eyes are red and full of tears.]

VIRGIL: He mistreated me, beat me and filled me with fear. He called it respect, I call it apprehension to his presence. And this was only in the few years I was there, before I ran away to the Light Realm. I can’t even imagine what Deceit and Ira had to go through, trapped with him till adulthood. No, he behaved in the totally opposite way a father should behave. [grabs Patton’s hands] You, on the contrary, cared about me from the very first moment I was born. You loved me and wanted to take care of me from the beginning. And if that monster hadn’t wiped out your memories about my existence, I’m certain you would have moved heaven and earth to rescue me from his claws back to the safety you wanted to provide me. Heck, even when you didn’t remember me, your first instincts when you saw me again were to fill me with the love you couldn’t give me in the past few years and being a father for me. As true as my eye-bags are covered with black makeup, [titters] even if little watery now perhaps, you, Patton Sanders, are my father and no one else. And I love you so much.

[Virgil hugs Patton who hugs Virgil back. Thomas can’t help crying out of emotion]

PATTON: I love you too, Virgil. And I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m so sorry…

VIRGIL: Dad… why don’t you call me kiddo anymore? You haven’t used the word “kiddo” since your memories were restored.

PATTON: Well, you’re a grown-up adult with a child of you own. How could I call you kiddo?

VIRGIL: I don’t care, dad. I told you before that I’ll always be your kiddo. I want you to call me kiddo until my teeth fall down and my hair goes white. And I don’t want you to stop delivering your dad jokes. They always made my day a thousand times brighter, even if I never told you so. And I need your light in my life in this moment of darkness.

THOMAS: He speaks for all of us, Patton. We don’t want to lose the happy, adorable father you were for all of us. When this is all over and we all have reasons to be happy again, we also want to be called kiddo and hear your dad jokes. Only if you want to, though. We’ll understand if you think otherwise.

[Patton makes a pause, then he sighs and speaks]

PATTON: To be honest, I don’t want to lose that either. Right now I’m currently pretending again, pretending I’m no longer the “child” I used to be, repressing any and all dad jokes that I come up with. It’s just that… [hesitates before going on] I feel that I behave like that because of the Dark Master. I would have never been such a manchild if it wasn’t for that. I think going on with that personality is gonna be delightful for the Dark Master, and I don’t wanna give him that satisfaction anymore.

VIRGIL: To the he… [bleep] with the Dark Master! You must do whatever makes you happy. And if it makes your family happy too, all the better!

LOGAN: You know I never liked the dad jokes and the puns… but I don’t want them gone at the expense of you repressing yourself to an unhealthy amount. You come first, and my own stupid comedy tastes don’t matter at all.

PATTON: I think you’re right… kiddos. [determined, returning to his traditional attitude] You’re completely right! I don’t wanna hold it back and I’m not gonna do it for just a stupid… ex! Kiddos, your happy papi Patton is back to stay!

ROMAN: That’s the spirit! I’m proud of you!

VIRGIL: Okay, now, back to the present. What are we gonna do to rescue Chris? Dad, the Dark Master said you knew where to find him.

PATTON: Yes, kiddo, I know.

VIRGIL: Well, where is it?

PATTON: It’s gonna be a dangerous trip, guys, because we’re going to a place I haven’t gone to since 30 years ago. We’re going back to where it all began, back to the Mind Palace Center.

[a sign reads “To be continued, guys, gals and non binary pals”]

[end card]

[Remus appears in the middle of the room, standing on top of the table]

REMUS: Oh, hello, everyone!

ROMAN: Remus, you’re late.

REMUS: Oh, I know. It’s just that I’m not used to be so much sought-after. You know, usually you want to get rid of me and such.

ROMAN: Well, you could have come earlier. We’re on a crisis.

REMUS: Welcome to my world. What crisis?

ROMAN: Our son has been stolen away.

REMUS: [suddenly serious and concerned, jumping off the table and approaching Roman] What!? What happened!? Who’s taken him!? I’ll beat the sh** out of whomever dares to harm him!

ROMAN: This was… unexpected. I didn’t realize Chris meant so much to you.

REMUS: Of course he does! He’s my nephew, and if anyone touches him, the next thing he’s gonna touch is this mace, with his head and several times! Now tell me what happened.

PATTON: Guys, there’s no time. We need to get moving right now.

ROMAN: We’ll better get going. I’ll tell you on the way, brother.

REMUS: I love when you call me brother.

[The gang gets out of the room on their way back to the Mind Palace]

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the-one-eighteen · 4 years

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Okay for the prompt request, how about Buck plans a picnic with Eddie and Chris and they're once again mistaken for a couple? Bonus point if it leads to love confession and a first kiss (and no pressure if you don't feel like writing this, okay?)

Thank you so much for the prompt, and sorry for the delay! Hope you like it ^^

I Don’t Want Them to be Wrong

(read on ao3)

Buck couldn’t ask for a better day. The sun was shining without burning everything to a crisp, the park was busy without being crowded, they’d managed to find a perfect spot under a couple of trees - close enough to the playground that Chris could easily make it without help, but out of the way enough that they weren’t in any danger of being trampled on by excited kids or harried parents - and...well, he was out and about with his two favorite people.

The day honestly couldn’t get much better.

Eddie had given him a bit of a weird look when he’d suggested the picnic about a week ago. But Buck was smart, and had suggested it in front of Chris, who was immediately on board and helped him convince Eddie that it was a great idea without much prompting. He was pretty sure it was physically impossible for Eddie to say no to Chris over fun, easy stuff.

No one ever said he had to play fair when it came to Eddie.

And now, here they were, and even Eddie had to admit this was a good idea when he saw Chris light up, saw the spot Buck had picked out, and saw the food Buck had put together and just…

Yeah, it was a good idea, and Buck was a little proud of himself, honestly.

They’d needed a day out. Eddie’d been complaining about the never ending stream of take out he’d been having to get lately, and how, with it being summer, Carla and his family were having to watch Chris more, and while they were all great and wonderful, there was only so much they could do with an excited eight year old who didn’t have school and homework as a distraction.

Buck hadn’t thought of a picnic originally - it wasn’t generally his go-to, which tended more towards beer, pizza and video games, because, honestly? He didn’t need a whole lot, if he was spending the day with Eddie and Chris. Hell, he’d probably be happy with just hanging out on their couch for a couple hours, he was that far into it.

But Eddie had just looked so...upset, about the fact that Chris was bored out of his mind, and Eddie...hadn’t really been able to do anything to help relieve that boredom lately.

He might have also gone to Hen for suggestions.

Hen had given him a weird look - she’d been giving him a lot of those lately actually - before just shaking her head and suggesting one of the parks her and Karen took Denny to when the summer blues hit.

So, yeah. Picnic.

Eddie was currently stretched out beside him on the blanket, leaning back on his arms and watching Chris play, a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and a little dab of sunscreen there too, from where he’d been trying to cover Chris and Chris had been having none of it.

Buck kind of wants to tell him it’s there. Kind of wants to see how long it’ll take him to notice.

The sandwiches Buck had made are already long gone, a couple snacks still laid out here and there for when Chris decides he wants to come back.

They’re in absolutely no rush, and Buck is just enjoying the moment. He’s stretched out on his back, hands behind his head, enjoying the heat and the sounds of laughing kids and parents, and, honestly, if he wasn’t feeling so bright and full, he’d probably doze off, just absolutely content with life.

“...Thanks. For this.” Eddie murmurs a little while later, and Buck blinks slightly as his brain comes back online. Maybe he did doze off there for a moment. Whoops.

“Huh? Oh, of course man.” He grins up at Eddie, cheeky and bright. “You looked absolutely miserable last week. Had to do something.”

And Eddie looks at him, sunglasses making it impossible to actually decipher his expression. “No, you really didn’t.” And Buck doesn’t really get that, feels himself frowning, “But I’m glad you did.” And Eddie smiles down at him - that small, surprised one that he so rarely shows that makes Buck’s heart skip a beat or two every time he manages to tease it out.

And then he’s looking back towards the playground, and Buck gets a moment to just. Breathe. In through his nose, out through his mouth.

Calm down.

It’s something he has to tell himself a lot these days.

Calm down, when Eddie invites him to stay the night ‘cause they’ve been watching movies and it’s now midnight and there’s no point in him going home at that hour. Calm down, when Eddie tells him Chris misses him and he should come over soon. Calm down, when Eddie accepts invitations to his place for just the two of them for a night. Calm down, when Eddie asks if he can pick up Chris from school, or from his abuela’s because he’s picking up the end of a shift and knows Buck will without hesitation.

Calm down, when Eddie smiles at him, laughs with him.

Calm the fuck down, when Eddie does...anything.

It doesn’t ever really work, but he says it a lot. Likes to think it keeps him from doing something stupid.

“Daddy!” Chris calls, causing Buck to glance over, even if Eddie’s already on it.

“Yeah, buddy?” Eddie calls back, pushing himself up to actually sit.

“Can we get ice cream?” Chris asks, clearly already set to start heading for the ice cream cart that Buck had clocked when they’d gotten there.

Eddie frowns slightly, exaggeratedly, pretending to think on it for a moment.

Chris just huffs and turns to look at Buck instead, “Buck, can we get ice cream?” which causes Eddie to bust out laughing, and Buck just grins and shakes his head.

“Not how that works buddy. Good try though.” Buck says, even as Eddie mutters something about kids too smart for their own good.

Chris pouts a bit, but Eddie’s already throwing his hands up in defeat, “Go over and tell the nice lady what you want. We’ll be right there.” And Chris is off as fast as his little legs can carry him.

“Come on, let’s get over there before he orders more than he can carry…” Eddie says, trying for grumpy and put out, but Buck can see the smile, so he just shoves Eddie when he tries to get up, laughing when Eddie sprawls out with a squawk and a curse too low for any close by parents to be offended.

“You good there, Diaz?” Buck asks, smile as innocent as he can make it. Eddie’s not buying it for a second, if the look he shoots him is anything to go by, and Buck guesses he’s got about two seconds before Eddie tackles him in retaliation, so he’s up on his feet and gone in one. The shout that follows him as Eddie goes sprawling again just proves him right.

He laughs to himself, slowing down a good couple of feet from the cart, where Chris is waiting patiently, a frozen orange pop already in hand. “Looks good buddy, why don’t you go help your dad up while I pay?”

Chris beams at him and bolts back the way he came. Buck looks back long enough to see Eddie scoop up an excitedly shrieking Chris a moment later, both of them laughing and spinning around, enough that Buck’s vaguely worried about Chris losing his popsicle.

“He’s adorable. And incredibly polite. You two are doing a good job with him.” The woman behind the cart says and Buck blinks, glancing back over, what he’s sure is a dumb grin still in place.

“What? Oh, uh-” This isn’t the first someone’s mistaken them for...for more than what they are. Isn’t the first time Buck’s heart has flipped over itself at the very idea. “Thank you. He’s a good kid.” And she smiles kindly, and he orders two chocolate pops for him and Eddie and pays for all three with a thank you before heading back to their blanket, where Eddie’s losing at trying to keep Chris clean.

And, maybe, just maybe, it’s a little selfish, that he doesn’t correct them, every time it comes up. But the very idea of being able to call Chris his, of being able to call Eddie his...going along with it for one moment, just a moment where he can smile and be loud and proud about what he supposedly has…

It’s never hurt anyone, and it takes less time than explaining that no, they’re not together, no, Chris isn’t his, and yes, it hurts every single time he has to come back down to reality.

So.

Yeah.

He drops back down on the blanket, offering over the popsicle to Eddie, who just looks at him, utterly defeated, while Chris grins at him, smile orange and sticky and so, so bright.

“Give up Eddie. We’ll soak ‘em with the hose when we get home.” And Buck can feel his face heating up as his jaw snaps shut. He didn’t mean to say that, sneaking a look at Eddie to see if he noticed.

Thankfully it doesn’t look like it, as Eddie just sighs and takes the popsicle that’s being offered, giving up on getting a napkin to Chris’ face. “He needs a bath anyway…”

Chris finishes his popsicle in record time after that, muttering that Eddie and Buck eat too slow before asking if he can go play again. Eddie makes one last attempt at wiping his face off, but Chris is too hyper now to really sit still for it, though Buck will give it to him that he tries. For a second.

“Fine, fine, ya little sugar demon. Go burn off that energy.” Eddie says, shooing a now laughing Chris off towards the playground.

Buck tosses his popsicle stick into their small bag of trash, laying back to rest his head on his hands again, watching Chris with a smile as Eddie goes quiet. God, he just wants this day to last forever.

“Why do you never correct them?” Eddie asks after a long couple of minutes. He’s still sitting crosslegged next to Buck, and in theory, he’s watching the playground, but who the hell knew with those sunglasses that Buck was starting to hate. His popsicle is mostly forgotten in his hand, melting onto a napkin in front of him while his arms rest on his knees.

Buck doesn’t get what he’s asking at first, frowning and pushing himself up to his hands, “Correct them?”

“When people assume Chris is ours.” Eddie says, still not really looking over, though Buck has a sneaking suspicion he’s watching Buck out of the corners of his eyes.

But Buck’s not really concerned with that right now.

No, no, he’s mainly concerned with the fact that it seems his stomach has suddenly relocated to his knees, and he’s pretty sure that’s not where it’s supposed to be.

“Uh…” Okay, think. Calm down and think. “...It’s faster to just agree?” Buck tries, hating how his voice goes a little shaky.

And there’s a pause. A long one that has the hair on the back of Buck’s neck standing on edge.

“...Oh.” Is all Eddie says though, his shoulders slumping slightly. And Buck can feel his gaze going back to the playground, even if he can’t actually see it.

...What the ever loving hell was he supposed to do with that?

He sits up completely then, moving to sit crosslegged in a mirror of Eddie, just eyeing him for a long moment. Eddie’s not...avoiding his look, but he’s definitely pretending like he doesn’t notice, if the sudden tension he can see in his shoulders is anything to go by.

Buck’s stomach is back where it’s supposed to be, but now his heart is beating double time as the very possibility starts worming its way into his mind. Was Eddie...disappointed?

Calm down. There had to be another explanation.

Calm down. But what could it be?

Calm down before you do something stu- “And…” Buck begins, slowly, testing the words in his mind over and over again before he actually lets them out, “I really like the idea.” He hesitates, before adding, softer, “I don’t want them to be wrong.”

And Buck’s like. Ninety percent certain Eddie’s stopped breathing. Which, you know, is only fair, since Buck’s holding his breath now too, waiting for Eddie to respond.

It’s quiet between them for long enough for Buck to go a little light headed before Eddie sets down what’s left of the popsicle. He reaches up to pull off his sunglasses, finally looking at Buck.

Really looking. Intense eyes bore into Buck for another long moment and it’s all Buck can do not to look away. Look away from this, whatever this turns out to be.

And then Eddie’s face breaks into a smile - one Buck’s never seen, but one that immediately takes his breath away, it’s so damn bright. Well, looks like he has a new favorite smile. Or, you know, he could just stick to loving all of them. That works too.

“I really like the idea too.” Eddie says, almost shyly, and Buck just...he needs to do something stupid. Again.

He leans in to press a kiss to Eddie’s lips, grins when he feels Eddie lean into it immediately, only for them to have to break apart way too soon because they’re both grinning too hard for it to work. Both of their smiles are a little stupid as they laugh softly,

“Maybe try that again?” Eddie asks, and Buck has to actually school his face so he doesn’t laugh again before he’s leaning back in to steal an actual kiss, all sweet intensity and soft breath, and it damn near takes his breath away when Eddie shifts just enough to slot them together just right.

Yeah, Buck couldn’t ask for a better day.

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alitheamateur · 5 years

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A Taste of Home-Chapter 4

Warnings: Fluff. Language.

The door to the creamery pulled open with ease beneath his ample muscles, and you wondered if he had ever accidentally broken things unaware of his own strength and abilities. The place was a new addition to the corner since you had last walked these streets, but was there ever such thing as ‘bad ice cream’?

“What’ll it be, Ms. Calvert? How about you save us a seat, and I’ll order?” He pulled out a black diner chair from a round table in the farthest corner of the quaint place. “They do have a mocha flavor that I would highly recommend though.”

You realized your hood was still up on your noisy raincoat even now inside, but you casually stalled removing it in his presence afraid your witchy, tangled locks would frighten him.

“I’ll take your word for it then.” You handed him some cash you thought enough to cover your scoop, and he scoffed, pushing it back at you with super-hero reflexes.

“Your money is no good here, Mills. Don’t even think about it! Let me treat you, will ya’? I can’t take the risk of a tabloid snapping a pic of Steve Rogers letting a lady pay. You’d ruin me.”

God, he was all too much. The shit-eating, almost satanically handsome smile, added to his already chiseled, yet soft face. And the way he would chew on his lip like it was a popping piece of bubblegum nearly made you want to cry. We won’t even discuss the charm, though.

When his backed turned to you, your let your loose hair escape from under the cover of your coat, and Dodger watched you with judgement at your feet.

“How’s it look, boy? We don’t want your dad running the other way, do we.” You used the blank face of your phone to give yourself a once over, and applied some drug-store chap-stick to your lips for precautionary purposes, of course.

Chris paid the server, and gracefully carried your two scoops, his own, and a special treat for his canine companion over to you attentively. Placing one delicious treat in front of a very eager dog, he scooted the other empty seat closer toward your side of the table.

“A sweet for a sweetie.” He served you, releasing a breath of relief when he sat. He attempted a straight face, trying to make the line work, but lost his nerve and puffed out an uncontrollable laugh.

Sure, it was ridiculously overused, and probably classified as grounds for hysterical heckling to most. But, the cutesy compliment seemed to somehow pass off as endearing coming from someone such as he. So, you just thanked him, and laughed alongside.

“I should thank you again, Chris. For what you did with your friend, and the magazine. It was so beyond generous of you.” You licked the contents off the upside-down spoon between your lips bashfully. “But… I mean… I guess I’m just trying to figure it all out. How did you know? About what my blog even consisted of and stuff.”

He wasn’t making eye contact, but you could see the shadow of his lashes flutter into a smile as he played more with his treat than ate it.

“Okay. Confession?” He answered, leaning in closer to you. The chill of his breath from the bites of ice cream he had taken in felt like ice blended with fire across your face.

He had hired a PI to follow you and track your phone records for the last week. And he had searched the web history of your laptop seeing the fashion vlogs you kept up with, but also discovered all the times you had Googled his name?

You gulped.

“I have a fake account on social media, and I’ve followed you for a year or so now. Your mom sent a Christmas card and your picture was on it. Made me think about how I hadn’t seen you in so long. So, I searched you, found you, and I’ve sort of had a little insight into your life since.” The point of his tongue poked into his cheek, as he scratched a light graze through his hair. Appearing ashamed, or uncomfortable for some reason.

“Why a fake account, Chris? I mean, I would’ve loved to hear from you, silly.”

“There are all sorts of those people online pretending to be celebrities, and asking for money ‘n shit. I don’t ever want my friends to think they’re getting scammed under false pretenses. Thought it just the best idea, ya’ know.”

Dodger had finished his cup before it had even slightly melted, and a sticky, sugary sheen had settled into his whiskers. He rested his head on folded paws, closing his eyes due to the probable brain freeze.

“In turn, that’s how I knew you were so damn talented, Amelia. You work hard, and I just think you should have something to show for it. Especially after that assho-“

“Wait.” You broke in. “What exactly do you know about that asshole?”

Laying it all out on the table, well most of it, and clearing the air of any falsified details that were embellished along the towns game of telephone seemed the mature decision.

Chris cleared his throat, and stretched, resting an arm over the back of your chair, appearing to get comfortable for whatever confessions to come. You could feel his hand almost reach out to pet over your back, but he pulled away frightened it may be out of line.

“Well, I heard… Mhmm…. I heard that you ran into his office one day in a jealous rage after he had hired a very…endowed paralegal. And when you just wouldn’t give up the feeling you had about him sleeping with her, he kicked you out. Then, you saw him out with the same bimbo a week later.” He closed his eyes, his face uncomfortable at the awkward timeline of your less than lucky turn in your relationship.

You palmed your own miserable face, exasperation and defeated mortification written on your every piece of reddening flesh. You felt shameful tears trickle before you could halt the unbreaking emotion.

“That’s what people are saying? Truly, that is what’s going around? I thought you said you heard everything from my mom, Chris?”

“I only heard you were getting a divorce from her, sweetheart. I didn’t get the rundown. That little tidbit I heard from my sister.”

The story had become much more potently twisted than you had ever expected, and it seemed somehow even from another state, your ex, Ben, had taken stance as the innocent party in matters. This jumbled wheel of false information would take much more effort than you were willing to give to clear up.

“God, no. No, no, no, no, no! That’s beyond the truth, Chris. I was afraid the story had been misconstrued, but not to this level. I literally saw him on his knees over top of her. Naked. In the floor of his office with his tie around her wrists…” You wiped your eyes, as if somehow the entire disaster would disappear if you could clear your frazzled, blurry sight.

“Welcome to my life, Millie.” The man huffed.

Here you had the gall to complain about a little nonsense murmuring around the neighborhood, and in the last year Chris had been in the scummy tabloids linked to several women, partying ‘too hard’ after a spilt, and deemed and ‘ass man’. Who really had it worse here?

“I don’t know how the hell you do it. I’m sorry. I had no right to complain whatsoever.”

He peeped to his left out the store-front window, only moving his eyeballs.

“Well, you’ll find out exactly what it’s like when that shithead with a camera standing out front slaps us on his headline tomorrow.”

Sure enough, carelessly in the middle of the street, stood a long-haired man in a ballcap, snapping pixelated images of you two seated in the dim corner of the café.

“I can see it now.” You announced, spreading your hands like examining a marquee sign. “Captain America spotted with unimpressive blonde woman at downtown creamery.”

Chris gestured a smile, but boldly reached up the squeeze the back of your neck under rain dampened hair. “Blonde, maybe. Unimpressive? Gimme a break, Millie. Don’t play fuckin’ bashful with me.” His subtle massages over the heat of your neck had you squirming in the seat below you. Maybe, you were pretending it was his leg. But that’s nobody’s business.

He saw something apparently you did not. Was there a memo you had missed?

“If you don’t know what the hell that dimply little devilish smile does to people, then you are sincerely misusing a weapon of mass destruction. Calvert.”

“Me?!” Some harlot buried inside of you possessed your body, and you scooted your chair an inch or two closer to him, punctuating your flirting with a squeeze to his thigh. “How about you put those oceans on each side of your nose away, Evans. And fess up to those lash extensions, will ya’?”

He wanted to kiss you. Or his tongue did anyway as it played and begged circles around his own lush lips. But not here. Not yet. Not for the world to see and break the internet.

He ruffled his hair, clearing the lumpy mass of battling self-control in his throat. You smiled, purposely, adding to his obvious already demise.

“Amelia fuckin’ Calvert, A trip you are, my dear.”

As he stood up, gathering the empty cups of sugary cream, he noticeably adjusted himself nearest his screaming manhood, and your eyes abandoned all loyalty to catch a glimpse. You followed him in standing, scratching a head over Dodgers head who had already risen to catch his owners’ heels.

“If it weren’t for this guy, I don’t think I would’ve accepted your dessert invitation. How could I say no to him after he spent his hard-earned allowance on that beautiful rose?”

“Well, I’m glad you two troublemakers have taken a liking to each other. You can keep him company some when I leave in two weeks.” Chris held the door open for you, carefully grazing the small of your back.

“Leaving?” No doubt he sensed the dread in your voice.

“Yep. We start filming on the 28th, so I’ll be wheels up the day before.”

The rain had passed on for the day, and Dodger was curious and keen to investigate every puddle planted on the sidewalk. He shifted too abruptly to the right, nudging your legs. You toppled, and tripped over your own feet towards Chris’ bubble, and he caught you by the hand. He didn’t have to do so by lacing his fingers into yours, or lingering there as long as he did, but you wouldn’t dare utter an objection.

“So, I expect you let me give you that tour of the house before I leave…..”

Mental note: Use your every dime of savings to buy the most lush set of lingerie on the continent.

Oh, you wretched, nymphomaniac. Don’t flatter yourself.

“What. The. Shit.”

Your lady-like cursing confused the flamboyantly kittenish man stepping in unison beside you, and he followed your suit to halt.

“Chris…” Your head hurt already from the deep v of your inquisitive brow. “My car, Chris. Where is my car?”

He looked upward at the street signs, double-checking that his distracted mind hadn’t discombobulated his sense of direction, and you had taken a wrong turn along the way. You immediately searched the deep pockets of your crossbody for your phone, and cringed, dropping your head back in defeat seeing a text from your once husband.

Shithead: Just getting all my affairs in order before we sign the divorce papers. Ooops, so happens your car was in my name.

“Mills. Talk to me. What’s happening?” Chris searched your face for some clue.

“I’m now carless. Along with homeless, and for the most part jobless. All thanks to my so overly generous husband, it seems.” You didn’t feel a shred of hurt, or pain, or sadness. But your dignity, and pride? Man, talk about shattered with an atom bomb.

“Not if I have anything to say about it, you’re not. Come with me. Let’s play with this son of a bitch a bit, shall we.”

As if you already didn’t want to mount him in the broad daylight….

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letstalksymphogear · 5 years

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Symphogear, EP.7 (Cont.)

“i have not now, nor ever, liked this creepy ass church elevator.”

“kanade please get out of my head, just because im hungry doesnt mean you have to tell me every time i am”

Hibiki finishes getting a full body X-ray. She’s fine.

“that anime protagonist immunity is really kicking in well!”

“by the way, your wife is here! and she’s looking mighty miffed., as opposed to me, mighty milfed.”

“you dont strike me as a mother figure but ill play along for now”

“i just hope miku’s okay...”

“oh, she’ll be fine! see, i’ve seen these kinds of plots before. big secret revealed, another lover is shown, the victim watches as they’re thoroughly cheated on, and they get to lik-”

“please stop breathing”

Genjuro’s wasting away again in Margaritaville. Looking for some daughter to adopt. SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT THERE’S A, WOOOOMAAAAAN TO BLAAAAAAAAAAME, BUT HE KNOWS

XYLOPHONE RIFF

THAT’S IT’S ALL HIS FAULT

XYLOPHONE RIFF

“i hate it when he gets like this. jimmy buffets not a good look for him.”

“for once you and i agree. seeing the commander sulk like this like a middle aged perma-tourist is genuinely miserable”

“hey homies! im back and i brought some bitches! oh, jesus, why does this place smell like mistakes in miami?”

“its me. im sorry. every time i feel like i failed as a dad, my anti-dad energies manifest. imagine every midlife crisis rolled up into a single ball, smacked into the face for eternity. thats the depth of my pain for failing this girl.”

In a moment of positivity, the friendship between Tsubasa and Hibiki is cemented.

> Tsubasa has joined the party.

“FRIENDSHIP!”

“fweindship.”

“uuuuhhhhh... dadship? yeah thats close enough.”

“WE’RE ALL GOOD FRIENDS!”

“ya tiddies are ringing again, better go get it”

Ryoko also points out that Hibiki’s relic is fusing with herself at an alarming rate. This is important to keep in mind.

Meanwhile, at night.

Miku is posing in the motherly “you done fucked up, where have you been young lady” position. A cold scolding is coming.

“.........................hey miku......”

“you can come in. are you worried im gonna bite? you suplexed a car. that shouldn’t be an issue anymore.”

“miku, i.... i wanted to tell you.... but.... the plot wouldn’t let me, miku....”

“should’ve told the plot to fuck off anyway. now you’re gonna live with that. you’re sleeping... on the bottom bunk.”

“b.... b..... b...... b.... b...... bottom bunk...?”

They slept separately that night. God, this is so stupid. All of this is so goddamned stupid. “I’m so mad at you even though you saved my life.” This is just so. AUGH. THIS IS DUMB. KANEKO WRITE BETTER ANGST THAT MAKES SENSE THAT ISN’T THIS.

Meanwhile, far away from this garbage...

Chris, having been evicted from Fine’s McMansion, wanders the streets of mumblemumble aimlessly. Don’t be fooled by her new fancy dress. Basically, she’s a combat-competent hobo.

“no food. no home. no victories. this sucks. whyd you do it, fine? we coulda been great together. but no. ya fired me. now i look like im prancing the red light district with a highly advanced superweapon around my neck.”

“no... hibiki’s to blame. ever since that genderbent little mac showed up to fight me, it’s been all downhill. fine thought me a laughstock because i couldnt take out her oversized boxing gloves, and now she beat me while i had nehushtan. god... i wish i never met that damn hamster faced chubby cheeked nerd.”

“wait, whats that crying”

Chris spies two kids talking to each other, one of them crying. Chris immediately makes an assumption, believing the big bro is bullying his sis.

“hey! stop nicking her lunch money, twerp”

Chris currently is a firm believer of corporeal punishment.

But the sister deflects the blow. Chris can’t even defeat children right now. Truly, this is a record low for her. You know you blew it when even kids are schooling you on basic morality. She then tells the little girl to stop crying, ironically mirroring her brother.

The infamous double T-Pose maneuver. Chris, you might as well get a shovel and start digging your own grave.

“i keep doing bad things badly, and now im doing good things badly... when fine said i was bad... did she just mean im not talented?”

Chris, finally, does a good thing and helps these kids find their parents.

“yeah. hibiki saved a kid when she got her gear. guess what? bam! im saving two! that’s fifty percent more kid per kid saved. take that, weirdo.”

The kids call her out on Chris singing unconsciously, and Chris gets flustered over it. Dawwwwww.

Chris manages to get them to safety to their Dad...

...while brutally lying about it, making Chris look like a predator. There’s a very crushing irony at play here, given who Chris used to serve.

“ugggggggggggggggghhhhhh hes not even gonna payyyyy meeeeeee why the fuck did i dooooo thiiiiiiissssss”

“hey, you know. you kids have a really nice relationship with one another. care to give me tips on how to be an empathetic human being capable of making friends?”

“maybe we’re born with it”

“maybe its maybeline”

“maybeline...”

Meanwhile...

A cold wind blows through Lydian Apartment 69-L. (I don’t actually know if that’s their room number, I just made it up.)

“jesus take the wheel, because i’m jumping out the passenger seat to save this current wreck of a relationship”

“miku please i saved your life, doesnt that count for anything”

“you already killed me the moment you lied. also im taking the bottom bunk so i dont have to see your face coming down the ladder.”

“miku you cant hide in this depression den forever. i know i hurt you and im sorry for it, but please understand i literally couldnt do it. you saw there were punches and violence and stuff... i didnt want you tied to that...”

“what was that? i cant hear your apologies over my incredibly loud snoring. SNOOOOOOORE. SNOOOOOOOORE. SNOOO- fuck, i just swallowed my spit, fuck”

“i hope this cocoon of displeasure you’ve made for yourself lets you erupt into a butterfly of acceptance so i can fly with you again.”

“......thats not fair. you cant say those beautiful metaphors and get away with it. let me be mad... sniff... let me be mad...”

Sadness wafts in the den of lies Hibiki has been forced into.

No music plays. There is only heartbreak, and woe.

In the midst of this pain...

Ryoko loredumps about how the Symphogears work and are immune to the noise on her blog, ‘hornyonmainforscience.org’, her hybrid science journal slash kink zone. It’s mostly a recap with some pretty good soft techno beats in it.

“i made a custom brew of red bull, five hour energy drink, coffee, and cream. i call it gamer girl piss.”

“damn. that’s some good piss.”

She muses about how Hibiki has managed to break the limitations of her Symphogear, making her a totally unique specimen. Wait, where have we heard this before...?

Hey... Ryoko... let’s just... cool it a bit with the Hibiki pictures... come on...

Ryoko touches upon the Custodians and the Curse of Babel. We ain’t touching that shit until later, because that’s another shitfuck box of crazy just ready to jump us in a dark alleyway to rob us of our wits.

Back to Lydian:

“miku whats the answer to the first three multiple choice questions”

“B. A. D.”

“oh, thanks. huh, BAD.”

“yeah. you are.”

“mmm. taste likes dissapointment. just like my life.”

“hey table for two haha get it cause there’s two chairs and miku for the love of god, please, forgive me”

“ive surgically removed my eyes and drew eyelashes over them with sharpie so i dont have to see your bird bangs.”

“thats very rude to both me and my hair. also, wig.”

Even Hibiki’s meal is judging her. Mainly for not eating it. Fucking look at this. God, that looks amazing. Fuck, why did I write this while I was hungry.

“miku you cant do this forever. i might die and youll end up crying on my tombstone going ‘oh god, why, oh god’, and really, i cant live with myself if that happens. mainly because id already be dead by then”

The Anime Janai crew show up to break some icebergs with a goddamn sledgehammer. As the self-aware Gods of this realm, they got very tired of this poor display of angst, and have decided to directly intervene.

Nevermind. They came for her kneecaps, and they most certainly got them.

PLEASE. I’M BEGGING YOU. END THIS GARBAGE PLOT THREAD.

“look. imma lay down the facts. yall are gay. yall are in love. yall are angry for the wrong reasons. its nobody’s fault here but the writer. so please kiss and make up. pretty please.”

“kaneko... you fool... we all know what the original sin is. its your hack writing making this stupidity in the first place. let the pencil go, asshole!”

They bring up the fact that Hibiki isn’t doing her work and wonder if she has a job on the side, which isn’t allowed by the school. Miku gets annoyed and bails, with Hibiki running after her. Unfortunately, Miku runs faster...

“oh god miku not the rooftop whatever you’re thinking just dont do it! please!”

“no. i came here to angst, since this is the Maximum Angst Zone.”

“i..... okay! okay, that’s fair! rooftops are the perfect place to look sad while getting proper air ventilation, thats fine”

It really would have been better played if it was played off that she felt hurt not because of the lie, but because she felt like she could have helped her better having known the truth, and it being a self-loathing sort of scenario for not being there better for her and not fully understanding the risk at play.

But no, instead, we get this.

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Absolutely obliterated. A heart ripped, shredded, and sent to the Shadow Realm.

The episode ends on that note, but has a post credit scene.

Naked. On an old timey telephone. On a computer. Wearing stockings and long gloves.

The main antagonist of the series, everybody.

She’s talking the best English possible to some random-ass American when suddenly bursting through the scene is none other than:

“I WANT WORKERS COMPENSATION YOU BITCH, BEFORE I UNIONIZE YOUR NAKED ASS”

“AND I WANT A GOOD REFERNECE FOR MY FUTURE EMPLOYER, AND ALSO A SEVERANCE PACKAGE SINCE I’M FUCKING HOMELESS”

“i paint my eyelashes with mascara made from the tar of freshly carbonated corpses manufactured through noise, what on gods green earth compels you to think id give a rats ass about you?”

“so you never cared, huh! you’re just a nasty naked hedonist trying to- trying to- what the fuck are you even trying to do?!”

“i want to live the dream every spicy little fossil like me yearns for.”

“I WANNA FUCK GOD!”

“how- what? what? how do you even- what? are you- do you want to be the pope? is that it? does the pope get to fuck god? are you- is this a larping thing? you’ve really been into larping lately! i don’t like this!”

“youve never read the old testament, have you. ass out, pussy bare, hips up and barefoot. that’s how god’s always liked it.”

“now get lost, punk. you tipped off my hand to genjuro and now you being here is going to ruin everything. if you still feel any semblance of devotion, eat one of your own bullets and call it a day.”

“it’s 2012 bitch, if the mayans dont get you, I WILL”

“what god gives, He takes away, and so do i. i built you from the ground up. your relic, which was good for jack shit on you. the nehushtan, which you failed to do anything with except zap a couple hundred people. stop wars? you’re a walking war, waged by me, for me. and your cartridge has just run out of bullets.”

“uh oh! hand’s acting up again! better bail before i send you back to smacktown where all the bitter little shittalkers like you strut around spending their lives being useless as hell.”

“ah fuck, im not dealing with no manos: the hands of fate bullshit again”

“and guess what else i got on motherfucker”

“i see the union efforts have officially been busted. understandable, have a nice day ma’am”

“LEAVE.”

“I’M GOING, I’M GOING”

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Chapter 6: Christmas Eve Confession

Chapter 6 of Fluff and Holiday Cheer

Chapter 1 - Previous Chapter - Read on AO3

This one is very fluffy! Enjoy!

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At around six in the evening on Christmas Eve, T.J. found himself running around to set up the house. His dad and sister were out of the house so T.J. was alone in his efforts to prepare himself for Cyrus. He knows deep down that Cyrus would be content with anything, but he had to make it perfect. Without Amber there to bring him back to earth, T.J. is nervous beyond belief. He is straightening his blue snowman sweater in the bathroom mirror and fixing his hair for the twentieth time in the last hour when he hears a timid knock on the front door. He takes a deep breath and rushes to open the door to reveal the adorable smiling Jewish boy in the crisp winter air.

“Happy Christmas,” Cyrus yells excitedly, his wide smile beaming from eye to eye.

“Oh, uh it’s Merry Christmas,” T.J. corrects with a wide dopey smile.

Cyrus giggles, “I know, ya dork. I’m Jewish, I’m not stupid.”

T.J. laughs heartily at the adorable boy in front of him, a slight blush dusting his cheeks entirely against his will. Hopefully Cyrus will think it’s because of the cold. His red cheeks only deepen in color when he notices the package wrapped in blue paper with colorful balloons all over tucked under the boy’s arm.

“Who’s birthday is it?” T.J. asks cheekily.

“Jesus’s,” Cyrus answers immediately. “I had Hanukkah wrapping paper, but it seemed a bit sacrilegious to use it.”

“Don’t worry about me,” T.J. assures him, “I’m not really religious at all.” ‘Though I would be willing to convert to Judaism for you,’ he thinks, but of course he has to keep that thought to himself. He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice Cyrus checking him out.

“Nice sweater,” Cyrus flirts, giving T.J. a playful shove on the shoulder. “You look—festive.”

“Thank you,” T.J. replies, a wide smile tugging at his lips and his blush deepening on his face that he knows isn’t just from the chill of the open door. ‘Keep it together, Kippen’ he thinks to himself.

“So,” Cyrus begins, dragging out the word awkwardly, “Are you going to let me in?”

“Oh yeah,” T.J. responds, rapidly stepping out of the doorway, “Come inside.”

Cyrus laughs and steps inside the Kippen house. He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it on a hook allowing T.J. to get a full look at his crush’s outfit. He stumbles to change the subject to anything other than the handsome and beautiful boy in front of him.

“I don’t really know how to get a package to Jesus” T.J. jokes while rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh, the wrapping paper is for Jesus, but the present is very much for you,” Cyrus responds. “And contrary to popular belief, Jewish people do believe in Jesus. He was just a really cool prophet, not the Messiah like Christians believe.”

T.J. smiles and says, “Sounds like a cool guy.”

Cyrus catches T.J.’s eyes flitting down to his outfit yet again, and he suddenly starts to feel self-conscious. “I’m overdressed, aren’t I?” He asks.

“No, no, you look good,” T.J. assures biting his lip unintentionally. His eyes widen at the sudden realization of what he just said. “I mean the suit’s nice—not because you’re wearing it or anything. Obviously.”

Cyrus swears he can see the soft pink blush on T.J.’s cheeks deepen as he stammers. Even in his flustered state the boy is too beautiful for words. “Thank you, T.J.,” Cyrus says, cutting T.J. off before he can dig himself further into a hole.

“I can lend you something more comfortable if you want,” T.J. offers. “I have other non-religious Christmas sweaters.”

“I’ll only accept the one off your back,” Cyrus jokes.

“Deal,” T.J. says with a smirk. He winks at Cyrus and takes off the sweater, exposing his muscled chest. Cyrus’s breath catches in his throat. His crush on T.J. is really not based off of physical attraction, but holy shit T.J. is hot and Cyrus can’t help but acknowledge that in this moment. Cyrus swallows the lump in his throat and attempts to maintain his composure. When T.J. hands him the sweater, Cyrus utters out a thank you but it sounds small and strangled. He doesn’t notice that T.J. checks him out again.

“I might have some sweats you can wear,” T.J. says, nudging Cyrus, “You can put that sweater on.”

“Um, I’m self-conscious,” Cyrus tells T.J. feeling defeated. There is no way he’s competing with T.J.’s confidence or athletic body, “Can I use the bathroom?”

“Oh sure,” T.J. replies, gesturing for Cyrus to follow him.

After a few minutes, Cyrus emerges from the bathroom in oversized sweats and the blue sweater that seems to be slightly too big. T.J. knows he’s smiling the widest smile possible, but he can’t hide his joy at seeing Cyrus in his clothes. He is absolutely adorable. Well, T.J. has to admit he always thinks Cyrus is adorable, but right now is a cuteness overload. A deep blush burns his face and T.J. has to look away.

“Um, I think it’s time for some holiday baking,” T.J. exclaims. His voice seems to have risen a whole octave, but he tries to keep his cool as he wipes his hands on his own sweats and heads to the kitchen.

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The Kippen kitchen is quite small, so there’s barely enough room for both him and Cyrus as they bake. After mixing the dough together, Cyrus has somehow managed to get flour on his cheek.

“Face me, Cy,” T.J. chuckles. Cyrus looks him in the eye as he reaches up to gently wipe off the white powder. Yet again, he feels the blood rushing to his face, and Cyrus seems to blush too. T.J.’s eyes flick to Cyrus’s lips. He almost makes the decision to lean forward and finally connect with the boy he’s been pining over for months, but he’s interrupted by Amber coming into the kitchen.

“Alright, break it up lovebirds,” She jokes, earning flustered looks from both of the boys. “What are we baking?”

“Gingerbread cookies!” Cyrus shouts, quickly attempting to busy himself. T.J. is still in a haze until Amber comes over and punches him playfully in the side with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. He glares at her then turns his attention towards Cyrus who is searching the kitchen for a cookie sheet. T.J. opens a cabinet right next to where Cyrus is and hands him a cookie sheet from it with a dorky grin. T.J.’s dad joins them when the cookies are ready

While they bake, Cyrus is careful to not let his touch linger when Amber is watching. He keeps stealing glances at the jock when he thinks T.J.’s sister isn’t looking. At one point, he catches T.J.’s eyes on him who immediately looks away. Cyrus bites back his smile at that.

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After they clean the kitchen, Amber goes off to bed, and Cyrus and T.J. settle down on the reclining couch to begin their movie marathon. Huddled under about twenty blankets, T.J. makes sure to sit down with an appropriate distance of about half-an-inch between their bodies as Love Actually begins.

About twenty minutes after they start their second holiday movie, Mr. Kippen walks in and pauses it.

“I’m going to bed,” He announces, “You two should probably make your way to a bedroom so I don’t accidentally wake you up at five in the morning. Can I talk to you, T.J.?”

T.J. throws the blankets off himself and walks to his father.

“If you go to your room, different beds and the door open, okay?” Mr. Kippen reprimands. “It’s the same rules for your sister when she brings a girl over.”

“I know dad,” T.J. nods, feeling his cheeks heat up.

His dad pinches his cheek and says, “You should tell him.”

“I’ll try,” T.J. answers, moving his head away from his father’s hand. “It’s like every time I try, my voice stops working.”

“Well, I believe in you, and I know you’ll be fine,” Mr. Kippen assures him. He pulls his son into a tight hug and T.J. takes a deep, soothing breath. “Merry Christmas, son,” he says.

“Merry Christmas, dad,” T.J. responds, his voice muffled by his dad’s sleep shirt.

When T.J. pulls away, his dad pats him on his shoulder blade as a bit of extra encouragement towards the boy. As T.J. settles back down on the couch, Mr. Kippen wishes them a Merry Christmas and walks up the stairs. T.J. turns his attention back to Cyrus.

“Why do you have a message from Chris that says ‘tell him how you feel’?” Cyrus asks. T.J.’s eyes widen and he freezes like a deer in headlights. “Why did you tell Chris about your crush and not me?”

T.J. quickly reaches for his phone out of Cyrus’s hands. Cyrus looks genuinely hurt, and it crushes T.J. T.J. cannot let him feel bad. “Honestly, Chris only knows because he figured it out himself.” It’s not totally a lie, but he knows he’s stretching the truth. The only reason Cyrus doesn’t know is because it’s him. And that would require a confession that T.J. has been putting off for a long time. He wishes he could just tell Cyrus how he feels, but it’s just not that simple. Every time he tries, the words fail him.

Cyrus’s face contorts into confusion as he tries to piece it together, “Is it someone on the basketball team?”

T.J. just smiles and shakes his head. None of those dumbasses even compare to Cyrus, and the idea of having a crush on one of them is absurd to him.

“Well, how did Chris figure it out?” Cyrus asks, clearly offended that T.J. wouldn’t tell him first. Although to be fair, Cyrus hasn’t told T.J. about his crush—on T.J.

“Just leave it alone,” T.J. responds a bit too harshly earning a look of sadness from the boy. T.J. rushes to make it better. He closes his eyes and explains, “I’m just not ready to tell you yet. I promise I’ll tell you when I am.”

Cyrus nods in acceptance of this, his head still churning with questions about who it could be. The overwhelming thought in his head is ‘What if it’s me?’, and for once, Cyrus cannot push the thought away. It’s becoming more likely that he is the object of T.J.’s affections. Cyrus doesn’t want to get his heart too set on the idea, but all the evidence he has makes him wonder. T.J. used to be a scary jock. He was a complete jerk to his best friend, and he seemed to not care about anyone’s feelings. Now he’s not only kind to Cyrus, but also to everyone else. He bent over backwards to be on good terms with Buffy, and Cyrus could only imagine that all that effort was just so he could spend time with Cyrus without feeling guilty. The boy he’d imagined when Buffy complained about him all the time was worlds away from the boy with him now. Cyrus looks at T.J. who is engrossed in the movie Elf on the TV. Supposedly, he’s seen the movie a thousand times, but his expressions look as if he’s viewing it for the first time. As if feeling Cyrus’s eyes on him, T.J. turns his head to face Cyrus. The corners of his mouth are upturned, and Cyrus swears he can see the hints of a blush on his cheeks. In that moment, Cyrus decides that tonight he’s going to confess. The thought makes his heart skip a beat and slightly tense up.

T.J., who has his side pressed up against the smaller boy, feels him tense up and asks “Are you okay, Cy?”

Lost in thought, Cyrus only nods earning a confused look from T.J. He keeps his eyes trained on the TV screen, feeling T.J.’s gaze burning into him. When T.J. finally turns his attention back to the movie, Cyrus lets out a sigh of relief.

“By the way,” T.J. begins timidly, “You don’t have anything to be self-conscious of.”

T.J. doesn’t dare turn his gaze to Cyrus, but he knows the boy is looking straight up at him. “What do you mean?” Cyrus asks with a glimmer of hope in his tone. At this, T.J. makes the mistake of meeting the boy’s shimmering brown eyes. His mouth goes dry.

“Um—I just mean that your body is perfect—I mean, it’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with you, and,” T.J. finally cuts himself off from his rambling rather abruptly.

“And what?” Cyrus questions.

“And,” T.J. starts again, feeling his breath catch in his throat. ‘God, why is it so difficult to get the words out?’ He thinks to himself.

“T.J.,” Cyrus says soothingly placing a hand on top of T.J.’s. He looks down at their connected hands as he feels a shock running through his arm.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” T.J. announces in his panicked state. He stands up and runs away leaving a concerned Cyrus on the couch.

Cyrus immediately texts the Good Hair Crew group chat which causes Buffy to (very angrily) text T.J.

T.J. is looking into the mirror building up the courage to tell him when he hears his text tone. He looks down to see a string of messages from Buffy. He sighs and opens them up.

Buffy: What the hell b-ball boy?

Buffy: Pls stop being dumb and go tell cy you’re in love with him

Buffy: like now

Buffy: Im so done with you dorks

T.J. lets out a strangled groan as he sends back the text, ‘I will right now. I promise.’

When he opens the door to the bathroom, Cyrus is standing just outside, his hand in a fist hovering over the door. They both stand awkwardly before they both say, “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh, you first,” T.J. quickly offers.

“No, you can go first,” Cyrus says, letting out an awkward laugh.

T.J. shakes his head and keeps his eyes trained on Cyrus.

“I’m really sorry if this gets in the way of our friendship or whatever, but I’m really done hiding it and I just need you to know,” Cyrus rambles, “I have a crush on you. I don’t want anything to change between us. I really value your friendship, but I just want more. I’ve tried to will it away but—”

“I don’t want you to will it away,” T.J. says with a beaming smile on his face. Noticing the confusion on his face, T.J. continues, “Cy, I have literally had a crush on you since the moment we met. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but what I feel for you is pretty damn close. I love you so much.”

Cyrus can’t speak in his awestruck state, but his body goes on autopilot as he launches forward and wraps his arms around T.J. For the first time, he nuzzles his face into T.J.’s chest as the jock’s arms wrap around his waist. Cyrus can’t see the lovestruck grin as he gazes down at the boy in his arms. T.J. gives into his impulses and kisses the top of the boy’s head. The dark strands of Cyrus’s hair tickle his nose and he giggles. Cyrus looks up at him, his chocolate-brown eyes sparkling with unshed tears of joy.

“I love you too,” Cyrus says, hypnotized by T.J.’s bright green eyes.

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T.J. and Cyrus find themselves on the couch again (although this time Cyrus presses his side against T.J.). As they make their way through the rest of the movie, Cyrus rests his head on T.J.’s shoulder earning a smile from T.J. who leans his head on top of Cyrus’s. T.J. wraps his arm around Cyrus’s waist, and the boy looks up at him.

“My arm was falling asleep,” T.J. justifies. It is true, but it’s not the whole truth.

“Of course,” Cyrus answers, clearly not believing T.J. The jock blushes his eyes flickering down to Cyrus’s lips. They are so close. An inch more and they would be connected. Silently asking for permission, Cyrus places his hand softly on T.J.’s cheek. T.J. nods, leaning half-an-inch forward and beginning to tilt his head. His heart is racing out of his chest. Both of their eyes flutter shut as Cyrus closes the gap.

There are no fireworks or life-altering revelations, but it is an indescribable feeling. Finally giving into to the months of quiet pining and not-so-subtle urges, T.J. relishes in the feeling of Cyrus’s lips on his. The kiss is short and chaste, but T.J. is filled with all the butterflies possible as he rests their foreheads together and gazes into the boy’s eyes. Neither of them speak, simply admiring each other and enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

“Best Christmas ever,” T.J. whispers, breaking the silence that hangs between them. T.J. places a playful kiss to the boy’s nose causing Cyrus to laugh. “We should probably get up to my room.”

Cyrus shakes his head and rests it on T.J.’s chest. T.J. is sure Cyrus is able to hear his rapid heartbeat, and he wonders how the boy is able to doze off when T.J. is unable to quiet his heart or his mind. His arm instinctively tightens around Cyrus’s waist as he begins to feel the boy’s breath deepen. As T.J. drifts off into a deep slumber, there is one thought overwhelming his mind. ‘This is home. Cyrus is home.’

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The next morning, T.J. opens his eyes to find him and Cyrus in the same position as last night. T.J. has his arm around Cyrus who is using his chest as a pillow. The boy looks so peaceful as he sleeps and T.J. can’t help but admire him. His neck is sore from the awkward position he is in, but the boy next to him makes it all worth it. He smiles at the memory of what happened last night. If he didn’t still taste Cyrus’s honey-flavored chapstick on his lips, he would think it was all just another blissful dream. He doesn’t want to wake the boy up, so he’s glad that his phone is within easy reach. He immediately notices a notification from his sister, and beams when he opens it up. There is a picture of him and Cyrus sleeping on the couch and the text ‘Merry Christmas! You two are explaining this all when I get back from work’. T.J. absentmindedly runs his fingers through Cyrus’s messy hair and watches the rise and fall of the boy’s breath. When Cyrus stirs, T.J. pulls his hand away from his head out of instinct, but he’s hit with a reminder that he doesn’t have to do that anymore. Cyrus likes him back. Cyrus is his. He had waited to say that for far too long, and now he breathes a sigh of relief.

Cyrus opens his eyes and turns his head to face T.J. His chin is still resting against T.J.’s chest as he smiles at T.J.

“Good morning handsome,” Cyrus says, his voice cracking slightly due to him just waking up.

“Good morning, Cy,” T.J. responds. His heart is beating out of his chest, and his voice is soft and affectionate as ever. There is an unspoken ‘I love you’ that hangs in the air between them, but T.J. doesn’t need to say it for Cyrus to understand.

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Symphogear GX Episodes 05-08

It’s fine being weak, it’s fine letting tears flow, as long as this invincible song stays in your heart.

Keeping up with the gearthon reaching the midpoint of the third season!

I’ve been doing this for a whole week already and I still can’t believe I’m managing to do this and how quick it has been. I know I say this a lot but really, thanks for sticking with through all of this.

I had a very stressful day and I’m in need of some symphogear goodness so let's dive right into it.

So episode 5 is great, I wouldn't call it amazing but is still a pretty good one.

I like it when this feeling of loss comes around in symphogear because in most of the cases it means something great is about to happen, and even though this climax actually happens only in the next episode, the build-up we have in this episode was good.

And even the parts who weren't building up to the fight were good as well, the seed of Tsubasa's conflict with her dad is planted very slightly here, we get to see a little more of Hibiki and her feelings for her father and such (once again, fatherly figures being a major issue this season).

What is the most interesting to me in this episode seeing Elfnein's dream that is actually one of Carol's memories, It is good to see they showed this connection very early so that in episodes later when we see Carol spying through Elfnein's eyes it's not an alien concept. I do think that Elfnein wasn't built with the intention of being a spy but to be an involucrum for Carol's memories that she doesn't want to burn or something like that, but I like how they managed to do something like this without being too off or too hard to believe.

But back to this episode itself, I love this new addition to Shirabe's gear, the yo-yos are such a fun concept and it fits her so well it's amazing. I wish they could give something new like that to Kirika too, but I think her mothif and her design makes it harder to implement new things that are out of the usual so maybe that's why only Shirabe got one.

And since I mentioned this fight, I have a problem with the last part of it. I mean my problem isn't really with the fight, but with the cliffhanger. As much as I like seeing Tsubasa and Chris together and the moment itself is very cool, as I see, if they've cut at that moment when the screen goes full black right before Shirabe gets attacked the moment would work 10x better and I believe the reveal of "she's alive, is time for the senpais to deal with this" would be in better use at the beginning of episode 6 so that they can bust up the mood in there. I also don't like that they used Bayonet Charge as an ending this time because then their fight next episode where they actually do sing and battle together loses it's strength a little bit.

Episode 6 is pretty good as well, it picks up right from where the last episode stopped and even though I have problems with that ending they still manage to pull it off.

That was a pretty dope fight and not even my bitter heart can't deny that it was good despite things that were flaws to me.

I love Carol's relic and how it is both a chord instrument and a score at the same time, I also think the way the relic works by burning memories is a very interesting concept, and I do appreciate that they aged Carol before doing that oversexualized transformation, seeing Shirabe and Kirika transform is already pretty unsettling, we don't need thousands of closes of a little kid's body.

While we're still in the Carol topic, I just wanna point out how interesting it is that her memory of her father is what keeps her going on this fight but are those same memories that she's burning in order to gain power and I think that this memory erasing method that she lost track of the original "mission" her father has given to her, because honestly from all the flashbacks we've seen he looks like a cool guy and I highly doubt he would thrive for vengeance because he was burnt accused of witchcraft and he definitely wouldn't want that for his child. Very, very interesting.

I wanted to comment on the Ignite Module for a little bit before moving on because I don't have anything else to say about this one. I never liked the modules, not even back in 2015. At first, their concept seemed cool and I was on board with this, but the actual execution of it is a less interesting to me also they reveal that is a way to "induce" beast mode and I'm here like "are you sure this is a good idea? We've seen this thing taking over Hibiki and Tsubasa almost died trying to hold this thing.

I would like this much more if it was a new addition, a new concept introduced, like something that was dormant on the gears. This is a trend that they had on G and I don't that they banalized the Superb Songs that was something so mortal in season one, but in season 2 they used it like if it was nothing. An I now with the modules I see they doing this again and, like Coco Peru would say, this bothers me.

At least we got great moments of Tsubasa and Chris together on this one, man they're such a good duo. Is kinda of a shame that Hibiki got there in the end, I wish that was THEIR moment and only theirs. Being honest I think we could've let Hibiki without a gear till next episode, I think that this subject was resolved way much quicker than it should.

BOOOOOOI, episode 7 was a rollercoaster.

At the beginning I was like "oh hell no a beach episode, why are we having a beach episode, they've done one before WHY ARE WE GETTING SO LOW????", But then we get some action we get to see Maria in the Airgetlam again and is such a great moment I love her new song, and then shit gets serious because Maria is possessed by the curse of the module and gets defeated somehow and things get really sad, but then just a few moments later she's there fighting again and kicking ass and I was as hyped as I was confused, then I got heartworm by Maria and Elfnein, but Hibiki's dad shows up and suddenly this all sounds like a script for a telenovela and I'm just "oh my gosh!".

It is hard to give a final verdict if this was good or not. They have very nice moments, I love Maria being all older sister with all the girls (even Tsubasa!!!) and all of her moments with Elfnein are so endearing, and the fights are pretty good too. But then we have unnecessary shots of the girls because they're on a beach using swimsuits, and the whole thing with Maria losing even though beast mode is very powerful and then when she manages to activate the module when maybe 2 or 3 hours ago she had gone berserk, and one of the autoscorers is gone already even though we’ve just hit the half-point of the series and ughhhhh.

It is just too many mixed signals I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TALK ABOUT MY BRAIN GOT DAMAGED. @_@ let's just go to the next, shall we?

Episode 8 is another emotional bomb, but not as convoluted as the last one (thank god).

This episode has 2 major plotlines going on, one about Hibiki and one about Kirika and Shirabe. To me, Hibiki's work and the Zababa's girls don't.

You see, while Hibiki's plot is a result of events that happened these past episodes piling up together and making her a mess, the major thing Kirika and Shirabe had going for them was this stupid fight that didn't take us anywhere and it doesn't add anything new to the big scheme of things. Yeah, they managed to get their ignite forms and defeated an Autoscorer, but we didn't have the same emotional peak as we had for example with Tsubasa, Chris, and Maria and it just falls flat to me.

Thanks to the universe, Hibiki's plot sustain the episode and lift it up to an acceptable level. Seeing Hibiki interact with her father is very interesting because we see that she already went to that meeting angry and disappointed at him which was setting up that encounter for failure because they weren't able to connect since Hibiki was so closed to the idea. And yet, she's very sad because she wanted a good relationship with her father but he is a crap human being and it's difficult to let his past errors go. But despite all that, her father is still on her because I have no doubt her "It's okay. Everything's just fine." line is and this is the treasure he left for her. This is so intricate, so human, I'm truly moved, it's really amazing.

Before wrapping up, why are they defeating these Autoscores so quickly? Like, I get that being destroyed and recording the energy or whatever from their songs was probably Carol's plan for them since the beginning, but still, we just got passed the mid-way, things seem to be rushing quite a lot, and okay this is a 13 episodes series but still.

And now I'm gonna leave a final question to close this post because I'm lazy to go write a proper goodbye, Why do people use bandages and such of they remove them when they want and there's no sign of injury? XD

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Mammia Mia! Part II

Request: Heyy do you accept requests? If so can u maybe do an imagine like a movie Mamamia (its a musical movie hehe) seb x chris e x tom h x reader? imagine? So the plot is like the reader got pregnant and she doesnt know which one is the dad hahaha could it be fluff/smut/angst ?? You could have it your way! I love ur stories and imagines btw xx

A/N: Thank you for your kind words! Here is the conclusion to the first part! I hope you all enjoy! xx

Word Count: 3.1k

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans x Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warning: Language

PART I

MASTERLIST

Y/N stormed into the drug store down the block from her an Ruby's apartment, throwing out wary glances to make sure no one was watching her. She headed to the back and grabbed several boxes, tucking them underneath her arm, rushing to the only cashier she spotted.

She set down the tests and remained wordless as she paid for the small pile. She grabbed the bag eagerly and quickly headed back home, ready to get some more answers.

Just as she walked out of the door, and into the sunny afternoon, she crashed into another body. She let out an annoyed oof as tumbled to the ground, in a tangle with the other person, "Jesus H. Christ!"

"Oh my God, I am so sorry," the man's voice reached her ears and she stilled as she realized she knew this person.

Standing up, she brushed herself off and started to get her discarded purchases, but he had to be a gentleman and help, "it's fine, don't worry about it."

"Y/N?" he asked as she straightened up and gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Hey...you..."

"Sebastian," he finished for her and she mentally smacked herself. How could she forget his name - one of the men that might have gotten her pregnant, "I was wondering if I'd ever see you again. You never called."

"Yeah, I've just been busy, really it's nothing personal," she stammered as she tucked the bag under her arm, "well, I should get going."

"Wait," he said as he bent down and picked up a box and tried to take a look at it, "you forgot this."

"Thanks!" She almost shouted as she ripped the box from his hands, and sped off down the street, ignored his call of her name. She hoped he hadn't looked at it closely enough to see what it was.

“Y/N?!” She heard him call after her and she increased her pace, hoping he wasn’t going to follow her. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and but didn’t turn around and carried on.

Y/N sat on the counter her kitchen counter, eating out of a container of ice cream as she waited for the timer on her phone to go off. She sighed at her own predicament, but knew it was her partly her own fault.

“Hey, girl. What are you doing home, I thought you were working in the office today?“ Ruby asked as she walked and set her stuff down on the counter, “what happened?“

“It’s a long story,” she sighed as she set down the carton down, “take a look in the bathroom.”

“The bathroom, what are you on about?” she raised her eyebrows as she walked down the hall and entered the room, flicked on the lights and immediately let out a gasp of surprise, “Y/N! What the fuck!? I thought you were on birth control?!

“I was! I stopped taking it NAME and I broke up. I figured I wouldn’t need it for a while. Using protection wasn’t exactly on my mind last weekend,” she groaned as she rubbed her face. She picked up her phone and saw that the timer had run out, “I guess it’s time to go and see what my fate is.”

“Oh Y/N,” Ruby said as she put her arms around her best friend, wiping away the tear that had started trickling down Y/N’s face, “you know you’ll always have me here to support you.”

“Thanks,” she said as she grabbed the tests off the kitchen counter and looked at all of them. Her stomach dropped as her suspicions were confirmed and the tests indicated that she was indeed pregnant, “well fuck me.”

“What are you going to do?” Ruby asked as Y/N dropped the tests in the small waste bin, “I’m here to support whatever decision you make.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted as she headed to her bedroom, “I’m going to take a nap. Maybe that’ll give me some answers.”

“If you need anything let me know,” Ruby said as Y/N nodded and quietly closed her door. A nap probably wouldn’t help anything, but it was the best idea she had at that moment.

Tapping her chin with her pen, Y/N stared at her computer screen, thoughts anywhere but the work in front of her. Sighing, she tossed her pen onto her desk, grabbed her water bottle and took a long drag from it. Her phone rang, drawing her out of her thoughts; she grabbed it with an enthused, “hello?”

“Mr. Evans is on the line for you,” her assistant was too cheery for this time of the morning, “shall I patch him through?”

“Umm, yeah, go ahead,” she pulled her notepad closer to her, popping in her ear piece, ready to take some notes. After she heard a click, she paused for a moment before putting on a fake cheery voice, “hello Chris. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hello again, lovely Y/N. I went over the concepts you sent me earlier this week. I like them, but I was wondering if you had time to go over some comments and ideas?” he asked and she rolled her eyes, hoping this wouldn’t take too long.

“Of course,” she picked up her pen again ready to start writing, “go on - I’m all ears.”

“Sure, and let me just add one thing before we start,” he cleared his throat and Y/N immediately knew where this was going, “I had a lovely time last week. If you’re available, I’d like to take you out again sometime.”

“I...had a lovely time as well,” she admitted; while things were not exactly panning out as she had planned, she couldn’t deny that he was a gentleman and she had a great time as well, “unfortunately things aren’t going so well right, so I must decline the offer. But please, it’s not you at all, it’s all me.”

“If you ever change your mind, please let me know,” he sounded somewhat defeated, but tried to hide it feebly, “anyways, onto business. Let’s start with the first idea.”

“Mhmm,” she commented awkwardly.

As Y/N was finishing writing some notes, Chris still going on in her ear, Deirdre opened her office door, unaware that she was still on the phone. She looked at her notes before announcing, “Y/N, your doctor called to confirm your appointment for next week, and they’ll perform your an ultrasound to confirm your pregnancy.”

Y/N looked up at Deirdre in shock as she processed what happened. She narrowed her eyes and pointed at her earpiece as she hissed, “get out!”

Deirdre’s face fell as she realized she was still on the phone and rushed out, slamming the door behind her.

“Y/N? What was that?” Chris asked as she fell silent. He had heard everything. Of course he had.

“That was nothing, but I’ve gotta go, I’ve got lots of great notes and I’ll be in touch,” she said as she ended the call and threw her ear piece onto the desk. She let out a deep breath as she laid her head down on her desk and tried to calm herself. She felt her phone vibrate and checked it only to find a text from Chris.

What’s going on? Can you call me?”

She sighed and left the message on the read, wondering what on earth she was going to do.

Sipping her cup of tea, Y/N flipped the page of her book, happy to have the bustling noise of the restaurant around her. She had decided to get out of the office for the afternoon, it had been another stressful week, and decided that a nice quiet lunch was necessary.

She had her pregnancy confirmed at her doctor’s appointment, knowing she only had a small window to make a decision about what to do. Ruby had been more than supportive of her, letting her know she’d be there for her every step of the way. That, however, didn’t make anything easier.

Y/N looked up when she saw someone brushed by her, but failed to do so gracefully, tripping over her chair leg and falling, grabbing the chair and knocking her purse down along with it.

“Are you okay?!” she asked as she stood up to help the person. She let out a small, but audible gasp when she saw who it was; Tom of course.

“Y/N, how lovely to see you again. I wish it was under different circumstances,” he said as he brushed off his suit and started to help her pick up her stuff. She hastily grabbed her purse and started to throw the stuff back into it. Tom grabbed something and stopped when he looked at it and saw what it was. His brow furrowed as he realized he was looking at a sonogram.

Y/N ripped the pictures out of his hand and stuff it into her bag, jumping up quickly, throwing a large bill onto the table and headed out of the restaurant, trying to evade Tom as quickly as possible.

He was confused, and concerned, but followed, trying to see what was going on, “Y/N! Please wait!”

She made it to the end of the block, when to her complete chagrin, she came up Sebastian, walking in her direction. He looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw her standing there, “hey, Y/N!”

“Fucckkkk,” she hissed to herself as she realized she was surrounded by the two men. Tom caught up to her just as Sebastian closed the gap between them.

“Y/N, what’s been going on? What were you doing with sonograms?” Tom asked and Sebastian’s eyes widened in surprise.

“So those were pregnancy tests I saw in your bag,” Sebastian commented and the two men exchanged curious glances.

“Well, well, well, what a gathering,” Chris said as he made his way into the clandestine group, “I see we all share the same concern - Y/N you hastily ended our call and then never returned my texts. Do you perhaps have some explaining to do?”

“I, ugh, yeah,” she admitted in defeat with a small nod, “why don’t you guys come to my place and I can explain everything.”

“Hey girl! I’m home!” Ruby called out as she walked into their apartment. She was met with some hushed voices as she entered the living room and saw Y/N there with the three men, “ohh, I’m sorry I didn’t realized you have company.”

“It’s okay, Ruby. This is Sebastian, Tom, and Chris,” she said as she pointed them out individually. They all gave her a nod and she put two and two together.

“Oh,” she said with a small smile, “oh.”

“Yeah,” Y/N said and Ruby gave them a small wave as she exited the room.

“So, basically, you’re telling us that you’re pregnant and you have no clue which of us is the father,” Chris stated as he glanced at the other two men.

“Yes. I’m sorry, I just...I didn’t expect any of this to happen. I’ve never just slept with random people,” she said as she hung her head, “I’m not normally like this at all. But I guess I wasn’t prepared.”

“What are you planning on doing?” Sebastian asked as he leaned back on the couch, a million different thoughts running through his head, much like with the other men.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, “I haven’t fully made a decision. But...I don’t think I want to get rid of it.”

“And where does that leave us?” Chris asked the question they had all been dying to get the answer to.

“I don’t expect any of you to help with this, or feel the need to help me with this child. I know I can’t provide any answers to you right now, but I don’t know what else to tell you right now,” she put her hands up, “I don’t know what you all want to do. I mean, we can do a paternity test, if you three would be up to that.”

“I think we should maybe all take a few days to think this about all of this and then revisit the situation. It’s a lot for all of us to take in, and deserves some thought, not just a rash decision,” Chris suggested and they all nodded in agreement. Y/N let out a long sigh as she nodded in agreement, in awe of stridently the men who taking the news.

“Okay,” she atoned as she stood up and unwittingly clutched her stomach, “we’ll reconvene in a few days. I want to...thank you guys for taking this all so well. I realize this is high unconventional and I assure you, it was never meant to be this way.”

“We’ll figure it out, Y/N. Don’t unnecessarily stress yourself out,” Tom gave her a small half smile as he stood up and got ready to leave, “we’ll talk soon. Gentlemen, a pressure of sorts, I suppose.”

Sebastian and Chris nodded in agreement and decided to call it a day too. Their heads were spinning with everything they had learned that afternoon, both processing the news differently.

“Thanks, guys. I’ll see you soon,” Y/N commented quietly as she held open the door for them, a few murmurs of goodbye exchanged.

Once they were down the hall, Y/N closed the door and let out a sound somewhere between a cry and sigh, leaning against the door.

“That was certainly something,” Ruby said as she stuck her head out of her bedroom door. She looked to make sure there was no else milling about before she came out and rushed over to Y/N, wrapping her arms around her.

“I know. Everything is so fucked up,” she said as she held onto Ruby, “I have no clue what’s going to happen. But at least they didn’t all yell and scream.”

“It’s half their fault as well. Frankly, it was an accident, but you’ll all get through it,” she tried her best to cheer Y/N up, “if nothing else, this baby will have two mamas.”

“I love you, Ruby,” Y/N chuckled as she wiped away a few tears that had started to stream down her cheeks, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N almost jumped out of her skin when her phone started vibrating on the coffee table, interrupting her scary movie. She muttered a few curse words before pausing her movie, and grabbing her phone, surprised to see Chris calling. She took a breath before answering with a reserved, “hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. I’m here with Sebastian and Tom and we were wondering if you were available to talk?” He asked and she blinked a few times, surprised that they were taking it upon themselves to get together.

“Yes, of course. Where can I meet you guys?”

“We’re at Deanda’s on 5th. Can you make it here?”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she agreed as she stood up and went tot he counter to grab her purse.

“Perfect, we’ll see you when you get here,” Chris said before hanging up the phone, leaving all sorts of things to run through Y/N’s mind. She sent Ruby a quick text letting her know what was going on as she rushed out of their apartment and to met her fate.

“Hello darling,” Tom smiled when Y/N walked up to the table of men, all eagerly waiting for her arrival. She gave him a smile as she took a seat at the small table, “just the lady we wanted to see to.”

“I can’t say I’m a little surprised to see you all together,” she admitted as she looked at the three of them.

“We’ve actually gotten along quite well,” Sebastian said as the other nodded, “we’ll all been talking the past few days.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, and we believe we’ve reached a good solution to our little dilemma,” Chris smiled at her and she was more confused than ever.

“Please, do go on,” she said meekly as she flagged down a waiter to get some water.

“We’ve decided that we don’t want to go through with a paternity test,” Tom said as Y/N felt her jaw drop in surprise at their admission.

“You-you don’t want to know who the father is?” She asked in confusion, “so none of you want to have anything to do with this baby?”

“Au contraire,” Sebastian stopped her before she could go on, “we all want to be part of the baby’s life. All three of us. Like you said before, it’s an unconventional situation, which calls for a different type of solution.”

“We all want to be fathers to this baby. It’ll be different, but it took all of us to get here, and we all want to be here. This baby will be the most loved baby ever,” Chris said as Y/N felt her eyes get misty. How was she this lucky? To be in such a difficult situation, and have the best response possible.

“Really?” She asked as they all nodded and her heart felt like it might burst.

“We’ll be one big family family,” Sebastian chuckled, “unusual,but I think that’s suiting for all of us. We’ll be able to figure out all the logistics and things as time goes on, but now we just need to focus on making sure you have you a safe and healthy pregnancy.”

“This is amazing. You guys are all the best,” she beamed at them, “truly. I couldn’t ever have wished for a better response.”

“Don’t worry, darling. This will all work out,” Tom said, “we all had a part in this, and we’re all part of the solution.”

“Thank you all,” Y/N said, “we’re going to be the best family ever.”

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Ayahuasca benifits

Ayahuasca contains the incredible stimulant dimethyltryptamine (DMT), which is a Class A medication and illicit in the UK. Coming up next is a direct record of one individual's understanding of ayahuasca; note that the experience is diverse for everybody and, similarly as with all medication taking, conveys a component of hazard. It might have genuine ramifications for those with a background marked by psychological wellness issues. Refinery29 not the slightest bit energizes criminal behavior or unsafe conduct.

The abnormal thing is, I generally realized I'd do ayahuasca. A few people say it's a calling; you're either gathered or you're most certainly not. I initially caught wind of it from a former beau while at college. At that point, my recreational medication use hadn't reached out past a couple of spliffs at a bistro in Amsterdam and an unnerving 'whitey' in my old neighborhood which – after a call to my sister, making her aware of the truth that I was most likely passing on – settled itself in a curry house. I requested a large portion of the menu and continued to suck on the finish of a similar chip for over thirty minutes, stressing that my relationship with salvia was well and genuinely finished. I know, I'm an all out platitude. I'm heartbroken.

Be that as it may, ayahuasca was not quite the same as some other hallucinogenic I'd at any point known about. It wasn't recreational yet rather a hallowed procedure to be regarded. An intense, psychoactive, plant-based blend that has recuperating forces and soul breathing life into impacts, the experience guarantees a breakdown of the inner self. The best clarification I've experienced is in Chris Kilham's The Ayahuasca Aircraft testers Handbook: "An aching, part recognition of something suffering and part instinct of future disclosure."

Ayahuasca deciphers from the South American Quechua language as "soul plant" or "plant of the dead" and the function has been drilled for a huge number of years by indigenous individuals who treasure the plant. The flavor of the earthy colored, severe fluid is so powerful and unmistakable that simply considering it carries the flavor to the rear of my throat. The shaman who drives the service, and goes about as a profound guide and defender all through what's occasionally an eight-hour-long understanding, should have eaten less carbs on the plant solely and now and then for quite a long time so as to completely incorporate with its characteristics.

From the outset, I'd comprehended ayahuasca through sensationalized, fantastical stories that swayed between confronting devils who'd caution you about your approaching, unexpected passing and coming to the subconscious in all out euphoria with "God". This while spewing your guts out as you cry madly and perhaps poo yourself. I was puzzled. I was unable to get ayahuasca off my brain and over a time of years I wound up irregularly perusing around the theme. I was brought up in a little, common town, in a 500-year-old house with an apparition that my folks had a minister exorcize multiple times. I'm totally serious. So I'd just experienced things I was unable to clarify or justify, and I was available to the possibility of a profound world past the domains of human comprehension.

So there I was, a young lady who'd never to such an extent as looked long and hard at a psychedelic not to mention attempted one, on my approach to drink the most remarkable, mind-adjusting mix the world brought to the table. My sister and I had traveled toward the north of France one dull October evening, to an enormous, natural estate in the wide open which had a place with the group of our companion. We'd masterminded a Peruvian shaman to approach Europe and complete various gathering functions. We welcomed each other in quieted murmurs before being advised to go upstairs and get ready. I felt hungry. I'd been fasting for seven days: no liquor, vinegar, pork or hamburger, no dairy, not all that much, positively no lemon and no sex. I was told this scrub would expand my stately experience. I put agreeable garments on – a progression of layers since I knew ayahuasca changed your internal heat level and I was, around then, worried about being cold. I was loaded up with expectation yet I didn't feel frightened. The house appeared to be swollen with a reinforcing, warm vitality that caused me to feel secured and quiet.

There were 13 of us participating in my first function, including the shaman and his right hand (who'd later disclose to me the two of them accepted they'd been rehearsing these services together for a huge number of years, through the span of numerous lifetimes). We each had a delicate, dark sleeping cushion, pushed against the back dividers to frame a circle. Every sleeping pad accompanied a pad, a cover, a cleanse basin and 10 mapacho cigarettes (it's accepted the shaman can channel vitality through this tobacco and they're smoked when you're having an especially tough time, to accomplish realignment). I likewise took some tissue roll since I was actually very worried about the pooing bit. The room was nearly completely dark, just somewhat lit by candles so I could look as the shaman strolled around the room blowing smoke to guarantee the space was ensured. I tuned in as he opened the service with a petition, bringing in the correct soul partners for our undertaking and appealing to God for everybody's aims.

It's essential to come to ayahuasca with aims – to realize why you're there and to comprehend what you look for. Following an agonizing year of watching my dad deteriorate into death from a mind aneurism and a progression of strokes that left him cerebrum harmed, I was wrestling with the dismissal I'd felt from him during my life. He was a heavy drinker and in spite of his various endeavors to fight his sickness, he'd missed the mark. His passing had doused my untainted expectation that one day I'd have the relationship with him that I profoundly needed. I'd likewise quite recently been dumped by my sweetheart, which came as a colossal stun (in any event to me), and I was battling to grapple with the layers of dismissal I'd encountered from the men I cherished.

Around then, I was overpowered with a sentiment of being trapped, stale. Mindful of and making progress toward a degree of bliss that I realized I'd came to previously, I felt a physical weight limiting me. As I attempted to grasp all the adoration in my life and feel thankful for my numerous favors, poisonous plants of obscure agony and injury twisted around my lower legs and kept me unmoving. I felt incapable to develop and create as an individual yet was excessively decided and idealistic to surrender and tumble into a pit of hopelessness. I was no place young lady. What's more, it was screwing choking out me.

So I sat on that sleeping cushion, prepared to dump my daddy issues and lament the most self image crushing dumping of my life so far. Help, was my aim; I was gotten and I expected to figure out how to move once more. Mother Ayahuasca is responsive and receptive – like absinthe's green pixie, she drives you on a fundamental excursion. Oppose her and you'll endure. Attempt to outmaneuver her and you'll lose. You can bring to mind an individual or a circumstance and, similar to an unending hallway, you can experience entryways and experience twinges connected to your past and the wellspring of your agony. A few people have increasingly decision of where they go; some are constrained into the rooms she feels you have to see. Others have only one substantial entryway that is somewhat slightly open – enough to show that what lies behind are the most unnerving things they will ever know – and they continue returning to that entryway to defy its abhorrences. Everybody's understanding of the plant is extraordinary and one of a kind. Click here ayahuasca

Around 45 minutes subsequent to drinking the ayahuasca, I felt it. I went into a synaesthetic winding of shading and vitality, another universe of extraordinary creatures fueled by tones and emotions and considerations that recently appeared past my creative mind. I sat for some time and attempted to slow myself in this world, fluttering out of it and into the stately hover, at that point once more into ayahuasca once more. I heard my companions begin to cleanse and a profound infection defeated me. Bundles of vitality that felt like fleece tangled in the rear of my throat advanced toward the surface and my skin shivered. I retched for a considerable length of time, however it felt easing and nearly satisfying. I'd look down on account of my youth self and resume a memory from before, overwhelmed by psychological mistreatment and the failure of my dad. I'd hurl and quiver until I'd upchuck once more, dispersing the agony, at that point I'd breakdown dormant onto the sleeping cushion until the following wave came. This experience was steady, it turned over me over and over, another memory to assent to, another cleanse. The following thing I recall is gazing toward the shaman bowing before me, singing an eerie tune which uncovered torment that I can't clarify in words as I cried wildly and unashamedly. There it was: discharge.

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Leaves from Banisteriopsis caapi (Ayahuasca plant).

As the shaman sang his icaro, a sacrosanct melody used to approach explicit spirits or to quicken the vitality in the space, I felt all the torment and hopelessness I'd encountered in my 27 years – yet for the most part I felt a feeling of recuperating. All through the service I saw "cleansing" icaros, which drive a progressively extreme ejection and empower you to alleviate yourself of physical and enthusiastic poisons. Certain individuals from the gathering would fall into a consistent, vicious cleanse during specific icaros. What alarmed me more than anything else were the tunes that set the ladies off. I felt a stinging sensation as the ladies in the room spewed as one and my sister and I extended over, regurgitating and shaking in impeccable concordance. I regularly consider what it was that made the ladies cleanse however didn't influence the men, what sort of passionate poisons we conveyed that they didn't.

I've heard accounts of ayahuasca helping individuals determined to have a terminal ailment to accommodate their despondency; of medication addicts who experience a disclosure, empowering them to vanquish their bad habit; of the youthful sister of a companion who, after a progression of recoveries, confronted losing her life to a devastating dietary problem yet discovered recuperation. Be that as it may, be under no deception – ayahuasca will no

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janeykath318 · 7 years

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Stories Behind The Scars: Kirk/Uhura

#my fics #kirk x uhura #engineer Kirk/Captain Uhura #fluff

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gladioluuss · 5 years

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So the endgame is really the end...

My dad is actually a fan, of course he is a guy! (sorry not sorry for this sexist comment) and he has drag me into his stuff like the Star Wars and this MCU which I don’t really have interest in being a fan but I appreciate it.

This post contains rants, critics, spoilers and biased opinions so read at your own risk. Click that keep reading button.

btw. Disclaimer, don’t judge me and this post because I have a moderate amount of knowledge about the MCU (because I’m not really an avid fan alright so those who will bash me please stay away) and I’ll be stating only the things that I know (corrections are welcome of course).

AGAIN this post contains SPOILERS about the Avengers: Endgame so please leave if you don’t wanna get spoiled

Before I begin, All I want to say is wow I just started this freakin MCU craziness with the Avengers and now the original team is not gonna do a comeback anymore. Yahh you read it right because it is really the end. Tony Stark died, Steve Rogers gave the title to Falcon making him the next Captain America (which I heard that it should be Bucky but nevermind there might be surprises in the future), Black widow died, Thor joining the Guardians of the Galaxy (idk if permanently but in the end of endgame he is with the squad), Spiderman continuing his life (He has a new movie of course cause Tom Holand is the new Peter Parker and he need movies to go through before retiring yah know) and I don’t really know about Hulk. But I gotta say this last 2 installment of the franchise.. harsh.

So why is it the end?

So Marvel had a lot of movie starting with Iron Man continuing with Captain America which was shown in the early 2010s then the new set was introduced starting with Black Panther (with the solo movies of course). And this seemed likely a new path for the Avengers. We had tons of superheroes in the Avengers but started with Captain America, Iron Man etc. and this epic conclusion says that its time, after years of being a lead to this superhero squad, its time that they should be passing the title to the new squad. Take Captain Marvel for example, she’s new right? new girl in town. But when you watch endgame she is just a supporting like literally appeared in the beginning and the ending of the movie, same with Doctor strange and Black Panther because they have future movies to be in that’s why they’re not present entirely in the movie (endgame and infinity war). And this suggest that they may be the future leads of the Avengers.

Another point is, the actors are tired (want to retire) or the writers just want to finish it off and maybe the characters won’t be having a major role in the next few movies that’s why they died. Maybe they’ll cameo or have special appearance as different characters. Take Chris Evans for example, he appeared as torch guy in Fantastic Four (which is a marvel movie) and He became Captain America! (coincidence? nahh) So there might be possibilities but chances are low with the lead characters who just died although the actors can appear again with different role that they’ll be taking.

Some characters died?

Sad to say but there are tons of original leads who died. First is Loki at the beginning of Infinity War. Then Vision, since Thanos is claiming the Mind stone to him. We’ve got Gamora and Black Widow who died with the same reason, Iron Man who sacrificed himself and I am so mad because whyy he died Captain America.. who didn’t really die however he just grew old and doesn’t fit to be a superhero anymore because duh he is old. So this clarifies that there won’t be a next after the endgame because they took out the major characters. And I’m not impressed about that. I haven’t read the comics and I think that some characters won’t really die and they just killed these characters in the movies because of certain reasons.

Story time?

I actually am not a fan of MCU. True that I know bits and pieces of the stories of some marvel movies like Spiderman (which I really know because I watched the movies of the original Spiderman ehem Tobey Maguire) and Iron Man (all I know is he makes suit and wears them..) and Captain America (idk .. he is handsome?). I also watched some bits of Civil War, which where Cap and Iron Man build up their own teams to fight. And the Infinity War where I witnessed Loki dying (meh) and Thor which has a rough relationship with his brother. I witnessed these things even when I was a kid but you know I’m a girl and girls doesn’t have interest with these kind of things. Well yeah I do like super heroes when I was a kid (ehem Adventure Time ehem Teen Titans /which is in dc btw xD) but I was not focusing on these stuff because I’m busy with Barbie and stuff, can you blame me? Now the main thing is I’m not a fan like totally and before I don’t even know which heroes belong to DC / Marvel. But yesterday my dad is like we’re watching endgame and I don’t know what’s already happening in the timeline (though I know that Loki died meh) so yeah I watched Infinity War (about the infinity stones and the gauntlet) and did some research like the relationships and the backstories. I also watched some videos on youtube that explains 20 movies in one video. And it helped!

Some remarks..

If I were to rate Avengers: Endgame I would give it a 3.5 / 5

Reason: Well 3.5 isn’t bad right? Well I gotta say I’m too old for superheroes and it doesn’t give me that wow factor but I really like the fighting scenes. Especially the part where all the girl heroes assemble (without black widow :/) and fight those creepy gross monsters that Thanos brought to the future. I’m on the neutral side because I’ve expected more something like one of the superhero will be able to defeat Thanos or like its a one big fight between Thanos and the Avengers but that didn’t happen because Thanos himself destroyed the stone how stupid of that and yeah I’ve expected that really but that would be a generic and lame ending (cliche like). But they should’ve done something more witty, unexpected not a time travel :/ which made me more confused. SO yeah they did a time travel and mess things up but Doctor Strange did something (idk about that I might read about that more when there’s more info about endgame that comes out) to bring back the vanished heroes and yay they win. But Iron Man died so no happy ending. They should’ve let the man live (in the comics he lived) and be with his family. One message that Marvel let people know, it’s not always about happy ending, sometimes it’s about reality even if we live in our fantasies, we still need to accept the truth about that. That sucks

One more remark, marvel movies isn’t for kids. I know that’s lame but yeah I feel like it’s for more mature audience than kids who doesn’t see things that much. But at lest they enjoy the cool stuff right?

If only Star- Lord did good life choices and resisted the angry feeling when he knew that Gamora was gone, Infinity War would be the last and there will be a happy ending.

This is a long stuff but I hope you enjoyed this long post :D

- Nabi

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Condolescence (Chapter IV)

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x OFC Language: English Rating: M

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Nothing had changed since the last time Tal had been in his big and ancient house in the suburbs. He had led her to his car, an impressive white Jaguar XJ-S from 1986 and, after assuring her that he hadn’t drunk a single drop of alcohol, she had allowed him to open the door for her. They set off, away into the night on the lonely streets until they reached their destination.

“Adam, I can’t stay long. My landlord is cross with me already. If I’m absent tomorrow morning...” Telling him about the fact that with losing her job, she wasn’t able to pay her rent anymore, seemed inappropriate, for last time, the mysterious stranger had slipped her a twenty dollar bill just for her to get home by bus. The ticket had cost her mere five bucks, leaving her with fifteen dollars she had spent on a warm meal the day after. It had been the first one in a long while, minus the delicious pizza Adam had ordered for her.

“There is no way I will let you be on your own tonight. Have you contacted the police about your ex-boyfriend?”

Tal shook her head, unsure of whether she should feel guilty about her confession and making Adam sigh as he offered her to sit down on his couch. He quickly removed the expensive e-guitar from it to place it next to a pair of speakers before he joined her, minding to create enough space between the two of them.

“I didn’t think they would believe me… I have no evidence, after all.” She continued, eyeing the spot he had placed his guitar at. Curiously, she noticed the equipment he used to produce his own music with before she looked him in the eye again, fighting to keep her composure as they tarnished her perception.

“How old are you?” Adam didn’t know where all those questions were coming from. He found himself interested in the human girl, more so than during their first encounter, where she had spent hours sleeping in his bed.

“Twenty-two.”

“And you live in Detroit all on your own?” She had told him she had moved here only few months ago. But there had to be family she could go to, acquaintances she could hide at. She didn’t know yet that she still had to be saved. That the monster she would regret to trust was sitting right next to her in this very moment.

Tal nodded again. “Work has been really exhausting. I haven’t had time to meet new people yet. And then I met Chris. He’d been so nice and… helpful and then…” Quickly, she blinked her tears away.

“You certainly have chosen the wrong place to be at tonight.” The vampire frowned. There were so many tremendous spots she could have gone to, to meet people who shared her intellectuality and her intelligence she obviously seemed to have but instead, she had chosen to join the drunks who had unlearned to appreciate the true meaning of music.

“Isn’t there someone else you could find accommodation at? What about your parents? Do they still live in Massachusetts?”

Instantly, Tal’s face darkened at the mention of her mother and father. Adam frowned once more and he knew before she opened her mouth and explained to him. She had no parents left.

“My… my mum and dad died only a year ago… there… there has been a shooting near where my father worked and my mum had gone to visit him to bring him lunch but… but neither of them returned home that day.” So that was why she carried all that painful grief with her at all times. Adam could feel it, it was almost tangible. This girl had lost her vitality. Very similar to himself.

Her eyes were watering once more as she spoke, with salty tears soon running down her cheeks and wetting her beautiful face. Adam said nothing. He knew what it was like to see someone one held dear die, probably more than anyone else was able to. Battling himself, he resisted placing his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

“I… I was an only child.” She continued, sobbing heavily in the process. “My parents had no siblings either and my grandparents died when I was a kid. I… I had no-one left in Massachusetts, so I decided to start anew and come here.”

Tal didn’t quite understand why she would unburden herself to this intimidating man who, technically, was still a stranger to her. Tonight, she had once more watched him defying strong men without even blinking and she had willingly let him bring her to his house again, whereby she was sure that he wouldn’t have accepted any contradiction.

Somehow, albeit it felt right to open up to him. He wouldn’t tell anyone.

“It’s fucking painful to be alone. To feel lonely.” The vampire finally said, his voice only so loud. Tal had to listen closely to comprehend his words. “A long time ago, I lost what I loved the most. The one thing that kept me going in this decayed world full of greed and spitefulness.” He looked up, locking eyes with her once more. “The only reason I still live is to not disappoint her.”

“I am so sorry.” Tal sniffed, the back of her hands reaching up to her cheeks to wipe away her tears and rub her eyes. “That is terrible. You must have been very close then.”

This time it was Adam who nodded mutely, pressing his lips together as images of his dead wife flashed before his eyes. She was dancing in between stacks of her beloved books, enjoying his music as he silently watched her. She turned around, a pleasant smile on her lips when she took his hands into hers and pressed her body against his, appreciating his presence.

The vampire blinked, banning the sorrowful thoughts from his mind. It had merely been a decade since her passing. Eve would have wanted him to move on and now, there was this strange human girl he seemed not to be able to get rid of. Maybe she had sent her to him. Maybe she wanted him to feel luck again, to remember what it was like to love and to be loved. Or maybe in the end, his disgusting hunger would get the better of him. Speaking of which.

“Are you hungry?” Adam himself had had breakfast before he decided to leave for the one club he had occasionally visited with his now dead wife; and the more he pondered over it, the more he believed that she had indeed sent him there tonight. To give him a new purpose in life; becoming the guardian angel to a girl who had lost everything. A girl who was as lonely as he was.

Somehow, there was a connection between them. A connection Adam couldn’t quite explain, a connection he had never felt before, not even when he had first met Eve those thousands of years ago.

“No… no, thank you. I just… could I get a glass of water? That would be great.”

“Of course. Wait here.” He left the room, having Tal look around in awe in the meanwhile. The many instruments and music equipment in the room didn’t fail to impress her once more, having her wonder whether he produced his own. The reason she had gone to this club in particular was that she liked the kind of music they played there. The dark sounds of e-guitars were thoroughly bewitching and now Adam seemed to like this kind of music too. Maybe they had something in common. Maybe he did produce his own music.

Tal mentally made a note to herself to ask him about it later.

It was then the vampire returned with a glass of water, handing it to her without a word.

“Thank you.”

She forced herself to smile as she took it from his hands, cupping it with her palms and taking a few sips. Adam kept forgetting how water was as essential for humans to survive as blood was to him.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” She suddenly asked. “You don’t even know me.”

“It is a matter of course to aid a young woman in adversity.” He choked on his whether they are zombies or not. “You are right, I don’t know you. But I want to get to know you.” Startled, he sat down again as she emptied the glass. It was true. He did want to get to know her. See where it would take him. If she happened to endanger his existence at some point, he could still get rid of her. His heart ached the very thought of it.

“You are my guardian angel.” She murmured with a shy smile on her lips.

Adam snorted mutely. She’d said it exactly like he had put it before. He inched closer to her, a severe expression on his face. Resisting her was impossible. There was a craving lust burning deep inside of him, a hunger that, when defeated and given in to, wouldn’t only satisfy his aching fangs.

How could he possibly feel this way towards a human girl? A zombie? How could his heart begin to pound in his chest like a steam hammer, every cell of him wanting to be close to her?

“I was trying so hard to stay away from you. But I can’t.” He admitted quietly, his gaze never leaving hers.

Unable to look away, the fascinating sparkling in her beige eyes confused Adam. His heart softened when he looked into them and he felt the sudden urge to touch her, to connect his cold skin with hers. And so he did. Slowly, he brought up his right arm to cup her cheek with his palm, his cool fingertips brushing against her skin.

For a zombie, she felt incredibly soft. So pure and untouched, not only on the outside but more so on the inside. She must have been a virgin as well.

“Then don’t.” She whispered equally quiet as her lips parted, allowing Adam to lean in even closer to her. Way closer than he should have.

His hot breath brushed against her lips, their faces only mere inches from each other.

With a mute sigh, he pressed his mouth onto hers, holding back a relished moan as he finally tasted her. So sweet, like honey or the fruitiest strawberry. Her lips were smooth, soft and so innocent, her movements inexperienced, he noticed, when she hesitantly moved her mouth against his, trapping his upper lip between hers.

Adam stifled another moan. Carefully taking the breakable glass out of her hands and putting it on the small table next to the couch, he placed his hands on her waist to pull her closer. She felt incredible. Ravishing, even. He didn’t want to let go ever again, for she tasted like a drug he was addicted to now, so perhaps he just wouldn’t.

Perhaps, he would keep her with him to seek for her touches, to press her close whenever he longed for it. He wanted her. It was the only thing he could muster in this very moment.

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The Pool Scene - Alex Pagulayan, Billy Thorpe, Mika Immonen, Thorsten Hohmann - World Pool Billiard

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THERE’S A NEW KID IN TOWN--Day 2 Report from the Molinari Players Championship

20 year old American Billy Thorpe upsets two world champions to storm into the final 16 at the Molinari Player’s Championship in New York City.

American Billy Thorpe erupts in joy after winning a round of 32 shootout against Alex Pagulayan.

By Ted LernerWPS Media Officer

Photos By JP Parmentier/WPS

(New York City)–For several years up through 2015, Billy Thorpe made a name for himself on the American pool scene as a dashing young talent with a hot stroke who dared to play—and win– ridiculously high stakes money games. Then in 2016 the then 19 year old decided he wanted to transition into being a real pro, and for the last year he has slugged it out with the big boys in tournaments big and small, attracting attention from pool fans eagerly looking for the next great American player.

Thorpe did create some noise in 2016, but history will surely show that it was in New York City on a cold Sunday in January, 2017, when the brash Dayton, Ohio native truly arrived as a professional, and stamped his mark as possibly that next great American pool player.

Playing with a panache and heart that belied his years, the now 20 year old Thorpe created one of the biggest stories of the first 8-ball event of the four-tournament World Pool Series, by taking down two world champions and barging into the final 16 of the Molinari Players Championship.

In a round of 64 TV table match, Thorpe played marvelously in defeating heavily favored three-time world English 8-ball champion Mick Hill, 13-11. Then, in the final 32, Thorpe roared back from an 11-8 deficit to tie former World 9-ball Champion Alex Pagulayan, 12-12. The young American then dramatically won the match by sinking all five shots in the thrilling shootout to advance to the final 16 on Monday.

Within moments Thorpe, who has been playing pool since he was three years old when his dad would let him walk on top of the family pool table and slap balls, had become nothing short of mini-sensation inside the packed Steinway Billiards in Queens, accepting congratulations from fans and posing for photos. The good looking and infectiously excitable American had become an instant hit, and he relished every moment of it.

“These wins tonight really opened my eyes a little bit for me,” Thorpe said. “I’ve worked hard. I’m always at tournaments and I’m always playing. I knew I could hang with these guys but I was always making too many mistakes and that would cost me against these players. So I’m trying to minimize my mistakes and take advantage if they make a mistake.

“I’m playing by far the best pool of my life. I’m really happy with my game. I’m grinding every shot, trying to keep nerves down, taking it ball by ball, playing my heart out like I always do.

“It means a lot. Hopefully I’m going to be on their level one day, be a world champion myself. I love that pressure. I love that adrenalin. I love being out there playing with these guys.”

American Earl Strickland kept his hopes alive with two wins on Sunday.

Thorpe’s feats were just one part of brilliant and long day of hardcore 8-ball at the highest levels on Sunday as the Molinari Players Championship moved into the money rounds. The day began at 10am with 64 players and ended past midnight with just 16 players remaining. These 16 represent the full spectrum of some of pool’s great talents, from legends and world champions, to up-and-comers like Thorpe, and from nearly all corners of the globe. On Monday all matches will become a bit longer and turn to winner breaks, and will see the field cut to four. The champion will be crowned on Tuesday evening.

The Philippines is not normally known as an 8-ball playing country. But the Filipinos love of 15 ball rotation seems to serve them well in a heavy traffic game like 8-ball and the four Pinoys remaining in the event have looked exceptionally strong. Former World 8-ball Champion Dennis Orcollo breezed into the final 16 with two easy wins today and his positive demeanor bodes well for the veteran. After coming back to defeat American Frankie Hernandez, Lee Vann Corteza headed to the TV table where he turned on the gas and defeated talented Greek Nikos Ekonomopoulos. The exciting and good looking Johann Chua looked unflappable with two wins. Carlo Biado also played rock solid today, and his round of 32 win against very tough Englishman Mark Gray proved that the young Filipino has the goods to go all the way.

Mick Hill’s and Gray’s loss aside, the British lads had a terrific outing on Sunday and it’s clear that their English 8-ball background will serve them very well here in New York. White hot Jayson Shaw continued his winning ways with two victories today. Karl Boyes gutted out a nice come from behind over Taiwan’s Lo Li Wen to advance. Multi-world champion and event promoter Darren Appleton notched two wins to stay alive. And former two time English 8-ball world champion Chris Melling also won two to make it to day 3.

Multi-world champion Thorsten Hohmann of Germany won two matches on Sunday to secure his spot in the final 16.

Melling hasn’t played American pool in two years after quitting the game and selling his cue to join the World Snooker tour where he achieved a ranking of 76. But when his good friend Appleton asked him to play on his new 8-ball tour, Melling answered the call and came to New York.

Playing with a mix and match cue, the super talented Melling engaged in a brilliant match with Spain’s David Alcaide in the round of 32. The pair slugged it out in a highly entertaining affair with Melling coming back to squeak past the Spaniard, 13-11.

When he’s on, Melling can be positively electrifying on the table, taking daring shots that no other player would even think of. He claims he’s playing without confidence, but those who watched him play on Sunday certainly saw flashes of his brilliance that could surely carry the Englishman to the winner’s circle.

“Because I’ve been out of the game for two or three years,” Melling said, “I think it’s important to play the really good players. I’m not frightened of anybody. I don’t care about reputations because I know what I can do on the table. If I concentrate on my own game, it doesn’t matter what anyone else does because I’m in control of my game. When you let other people get in your head, that’s when you lose. So I’ve got to take each game as it comes.

“I actually feel like I’m playing bad. In my head I think I’m going to miss every shot I’m playing. And that’s just a lack of confidence because I haven’t been playing. Normally I’m probably the most confident guy in pool and that’s because at one point I was winning everything. But then when you lose a few matches and things don’t go your way, you start questioning your ability, your cue action, am I jumping up on the shot. You don’t know what you’re doing. It’s just nice to win even when you don’t feel good.”

Finnish Hall of Famer Mika Immonen came from behind then won a dramatic shootout against Filipino veteran Ramil Gallego to advance to the last 16.

Some more names in the final 16 represent a who’s who of pool heavyweights from the past generation. Germany’s two legends,Thorsten Hohmann and Ralf Souquet, made it through. So too did the USA’s Hall of Famer Earl Strickland. Another Hall of Famer, Mika Immonen had to come from back from a deep deficit to tie Filipino veteran Ramil Gallego, then promptly won the dramatic shootout to secure his place in the final 16.

Also advancing to the final 16 were Russia’s Ruslan Chinakov, Greece’ Alexander Kazakis and Japan’s Naoyuki Oi.

The round of 16 begins at 2:30pm Monday at Steinway Billiards. (GMT -5). The quarterfinals will begin at 8:30pm.

The semi-finals and finals will take place on Tuesday.

All matches through to the semi-final will now be winner breaks and race to 15. The final will be winner breaks and race to 16.

The winner of the Molinari Player’s Championship will receive $20,000.

*The first event of the World Pool Series, The Molinari Players Championship, takes place at Steinway Billiards in Astoria, Queens, New York City from January 14-17, 2017. The World Pool Series is sponsored by Molinari, Predator, Cheqio, RYO Rack, Aramith, Iwan Simonis, Kamui, Billiards Digest, Ultimate Team Gear, and High Rock.

For more information on the live stream, please visit the official website of the World Pool Series at http://www.worldpoolseries.com/Complete online brackets and live scoring can be found here: https://cuescore.com/tournament/WPS+1st+series+-+Molinari+Players+Championship/1286018

The World Pool Series is on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/worldpoolseries/

Final 16Jan. 16, 20172:30 PM, EST(GMT-5)

Jayson Shaw (GBR) vs. Johann Chua (PHL)Chris Melling (GBR) vs. Ralf Souquet (GER)

Thorsten Hohmann (GER) vs. Karl Boyes (GBR)Ruslan Chinahov (RUS) vs. Alex Kazakis (GRE)

Carlo Biado (PHL) vs Naoyuki Oi (JPN)Lee Van Corteza (PHL) vs.Mika Immonen (FIN)

Darren Appleton (GBR) vs. Earl Strickland (USA)Dennis Orcollo (PHL) vs. Billy Thorpe (USA)

#Alex Pagulayan #Billy Thorpe #Mika Immonen #Thorsten Hohmann

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