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violettelueur · 3 years

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE ONE || RYOMEN SUKUNA

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mentions of blood + mention of killing + mention of mass murder (word massacres is mentioned) + mention of death + swearing and EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 07 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.8k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ next episode : for myself

↳ barista’s notes : to be honest with you guys, this little imagine here is such a mess and i had fun writing it since it have me an excuse to watch the first and a tiny bit of episodes one and two of jujutsu kaisen again ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. all the ‘curse spells’ mentioned in this are related to Bleach (their use of Kido - credits go to: Tite Kubo) so these ain’t my original ideas since i started this at like 11pm on a saturday night.

2. there is some dialogue missing since this is from your perspective as a reader and not Fushiguro’s or Itadori’s

3. as you all know, the storyline isn’t mine, it belongs to Gege Akutami

4. this whole thing might be confusing and please don’t expect a part two because i will do it when i am ready or feel like i can at the right time ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ

5. i don’t know, if i am going to add this onto my masterlist since this was just for fun to be honest!

thank you so much for taking the time to read this and i hope you enjoy your free cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen) ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

“L/N, are you going to come with us?”

Looking away from the window you were viewing out from, you paused sipping from your carton of orange juice before turning your head to quickly discover two female students looking at you with anticipation in their eyes only for you to look at them in some sort of confusion.

“Come one, don’t tell me you didn’t hear about it? Coach Takagi and Itadori are competing!” one of the girls complained, obviously slightly annoyed at your oblivious nature to the news that was going around the school at this moment in time.

“Competing for?” you then questioned, as you stood straight from your leaning position causing the other female student to then rapidly answer by saying, “Coach is trying to requite Itadori for the nationals, so if he wins then itadori has to join the track club to compete!”

‘Huh? What a drag’

“So do you wanna come to the track field with us to see who is going to win?” the two students asked again in a desperate tone, leading you to look at the window you were previously looking from to see the exact location that they had stated. “I’ll watch from here, it has a higher and wider view, so I would have a better look” you replied, before pointing at the track field that was on the other side of the glass causing the students to look out before nodding.

“We really want to see it up close, so we’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” the first female student asked, leading you to smile and nod at them before seeing them rapidly take off to the track field trying to make sure they arrived before the competition started.

Turning your smile back into a straight line, you turn back to the window that you were looking through before being interrupted while placing your drink’s straw between your lips letting the sweet but citrusy juice flow down your throat. Admiring the view, you decided to let your eyes roam free for a bit to see if there was anything interesting to observe before the supposed ‘competition’ started, which then led you to pause at the sight of the closed rugby field down below.

Coming out of the ground was a horrific creature with four arms before climbing up the pole revealing its large teeth leading you to stare at it with complete boredom as you then mentally took a quick note to exorcise it later when the school closed. However, what also came into your sights was a single male student down before staring at the same curse you were observing causing you to continue analysing the situation.

‘Can he see it? I don’t recall a student here having any curse energy’

From what you could tell, the student had black erratic hair with his hands in his pocket but from what you could see that other’s couldn’t, there was a faint but noticeable aura of curse energy surrounding his body generating a feeling of curiosity but nervousness within your stomach as you place your empty carton away from your lips. Suddenly, the male turned around leading you to have somewhat a clearer view of him, only to discover that he also had a pair of emerald eyes which then made you come to the conclusion that he wasn’t a student from the school. How could he? You could tell this ‘student’, and yourself was the same age meaning you would have at least seen him once or twice down the hallways and there was no new information about a student coming in, if there was, it would have been a buzz.

‘Don’t tell me one of the clans managed to find out about me?’ you anxious thought, leading you to take a short step back ensuring this sorcerer didn’t have a vivid view of you when you did of him. Hearing some cheering, you turned your head to the other side to find a small crowd forming with a metal ball being flung as two students ran out to measure the length between the dip of the sand from the coach indicating to you that the competition had started.

“14 metres!’ the one student shouted, leading to a round of applause from the audience spectating the event. However, from what your ears were managing to pick up, there were cheers for Itadori leading you to wonder if you could recall the classmate they were shouting for.

“Ah~ Itadori Yuji ha?” you rhetorically asked the air around you, not expecting an answer in return. Itadori Yuji was a first-year student like you were, member of the small occult research club with second years Sasaki and Iguchi when he could be in any athletic club if he wanted to. However, understandably you knew some people would rather do something than what their natural talents indicated. Once again, you saw the metal ball being thrown - this time from the pink-haired students - only for it to land that the corner of the football goal, yet what was the shocking thing was that the metal of the goal was bent leading you to look at the sight within widened eye - of course, you knew Itadori was fast and strong but not to the extent of what you had just witnessed.

“Wow, no wonder he was called ‘Tiger of the West Middle’,” you muttered under your breath before quickly reverting your eyes to find the sorcerer you were wary of. Surprisingly, he was now on the track field looking upon the competition mixing well with the other students like a little chameleon. Although, before you could continue to observe the student trying to see what his intentions were, Itadori suddenly ran past him with his large backpack on, only for the erratic-haired sorcerer’s eye to suddenly widen the second they crossed each other leading him to reach out for your classmate. However, there was only dust to be collected as Itadori was suddenly out of reach.

“Just what are you trying to gain, sorcerer? It’s already a drag that you’re here,” you quietly mumbled irritation before turning away from the window you were gazing from to collect your school bag from your classroom since you left it there to not have the burden of carrying it on your shoulder. However, what you didn’t notice was the same sorcerer peering up at the same window you were looking from with perplexity painted on his face.

‘Was someone watching me?’

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“Don’t tell me someone got a hold of that damn finger?” you angrily stated, as you suddenly felt an immense amount of pressure invade the school causing you to wonder if there was anyone within the school with you right now, as you began to increasingly worry about whoever got a hold of the special-grade object that you found a few nights before.

“I put a protective seal on it, who the hell broke it!?” you muttered, as you panicky ran up the stairs trying to follow the presence of the object you were desperately trying to get a hold of before forcibly pushing a door open leading it to smash against the wall as you continued to sprint across the halls.

As you quickly turned the corner, you saw a large curse blocking the path leading you to instinctively flow your curse energy flow to your hand to the tips of your finger as you began to confidently recite the spell you were about to cast after you had finished drawing the symbol with your curse energy in the air.

“Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with the horror and then claw out your own throat! Binding Curse Spell number nine: Geki!” you chanted, leading to a thin light aqua aura of curse energy to surround the curse causing it to become completely paralysed. However, before you could cast another spell to destroy the curse, there was a sudden interruption causing you to look at the person in complete shock as they flew into the corridor from outside the window only for you to discover it was your own classmate.

“Itadori!” you screamed, only for him to grab what seemed like two people away from the curse as it was still immobilised from your spell leading you to turn to the side to find that it was both Sasaki and Iguchi in his arms causing your eye to further widen only for you to be then distracted by the curse being blown away to your direction leading you to use another spell to make sure you were caught in the process.

“Binding Curse Spell number eighty-one: Danku,” you hurriedly stated, leading to a large rectangular defensive wall to shield you away from the decapitated parts of the curse as well as the technique being used for it to explode the way it did. Unexpectedly, once the pathway was cleared you suddenly came eye to eye with the sorcerer you were peering down on the track field this afternoon causing a wave of uneasiness to consume your body.

“Who are you?” he questioned leading to the two dogs beside him to growl at you showing their sharp canine that could easily pierce your skin if he commanded them to. Slowly, your hand moved to the hilt of your katana that was hanging horizontally on your back, before quickly coming to the conclusion that it wasn’t difficult to slice the two dogs down if you desired to.

“Shikigamis huh? I should just cut the user down before they could reach me, then they would disappear’

“Oh L/N? What are you doing here?” Itadori asked in shock, leading you and the sorcerer to look at him before the sorcerer suspiciously asked, “you know who she is?”.

“She’s a student at my school, she is in the higher class since she’s smarter than me,” Itadori explained, as he took the time to check on his two club members with a sincere look on his face to then discover that they were unconscious with Sasaki in a decent state with Iguchi in somewhat the same condition but with injuries to his face. Letting your shield gradually disappear, you slowly walked up to your senior as you crouched down to hover a hand over his face letting a flow of curse energy begin to heal his wounds.

“Itadori, how the hell did they get the finger?” you angrily questioned the boy while continuing to heal your upperclassman causing him to look at you in shock - due to your acknowledgement of the object - as he caught the cursed object that slipped out of Sasaki’s pocket once he picked her up in a bridal style.

“How do you know about it?” the sorcerer then asked, only to be quickly silenced when you gave him a heated glare only for itadori to then explain that he was the one that picked it up for them since they wanted to sneak back into the school to unwrap the talisman for research for the occult club leading an irk to appear on your forehead. “Wasn’t there like a talisman paper placed on the door? You know like those like sheet of paper with Ancient Japanese writing painted on it?” you asked in a stern tone as you completed the healing process only for itadori to give you a questionable look.

“There was a hint of paper being there, but it seemed like it was ripped off,” itadori answered wearily, leading you to look up at him with enlarged eyes as you let out a breath of complete shock.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN RIPPED OFF?” you screamed as you rushed to your feet before grabbing the collar of his classic yellow jumper. From what you could recall, there was no possible way for the seal to be completely ripped off by the hands of a normal person, not even a simple sorcerer could even go through the barrier you had placed on it leading you to turn to the sorcerer, who was looking at the argument that was occurring right in front of his face.

“Was it you? No, from what I can see, you ain’t even a high enough grade to even go through it...Ah shit,” you cursed as you let go of Itadori’s collar before beginning to try to think of all the possibilities that could have happened that led to this accident.

“So, is this it Fushiguro?” Itadori asked the sorcerer, completely ignoring you as you were in a state of shock and confusion on what was going on. “Yeah, that’s the special-grade curse object, Ryomen Sukuna’s finger,” the sorcerer confirmed with Itadori as he then quickly mentioned, “it’s a miracle that it didn’t get swallowed, thanks to L/N curse technique back there.”

‘Fushiguro huh? Not Zenin, that’s a relief’

“Why would anything eat it? Does it taste good?” Itadori asked in curiosity, leading you and Fushguro to look at the boy with a questionable look on both your faces.

“Don’t be stupid,” you and Fushiguro simultaneously stated causing both of you to look at each other in shock before you then explained, “you’d do it to gain stronger curse energy. It’s dangerous, so hand it over to Fushiguro, it’s best to have him keep hold of it since the seal I placed was broken.”

“Sure, sure,” Itadori casually said, as he outstretched his hand to pass the finger to Fushiguro. However, before the sorcerer could take the object away from Itadori’s gasp, a large hand began to reach down below the two people causing you to look up in fear before instinctively pushing the two boys away from the area it was trying to target.

“RUN!” you screamed, before the ceiling crashed down between both of you, leaving you completely alone and vulnerable as the dust invaded your sights. In a panic, you swiftly grabbed the hilt of your katana to release the blade from its casing revealing an all-black weapon your hands, but once the smoked clear you found Fushiguro trapped in the hands of the curse before being forcibly through to the concrete wall causing a few hints of blood escaping from his mouth, to which lead to the two dogs that were protecting Itadori as well as the two second-year to disappear.

‘Shadows? Don’t tell me…’

However, before you could even complete your sudden thought, there was a sudden flash of lights blinding you before the whole side of the school to be destroyed along with Fushiguro, who was thrown across. In a state of terror, you rushed outside before using your speed to jump up the height needed before stabbing back of the curse’s head with your katana before quickly retreating back, leaving it there as the curse screeched in pain while preparing another curse spell to use to finish off the monstrosity.

“Destructive Curse Spell number seventy-three: Soren Soka-” you screamed, but you were interrupted once you suddenly found Itadori aggressively punch the curse’s head leading Fushiguro, who was laying down on the ground with blood pouring down his face to angrily shout, “Itadori! Why can’t you understand to take those two and run?!”.

“You’re in big trouble yourself!” Itadori screamed back, before being swung around as he then suddenly was being dragged along the metal railings of the balcony before his body was then swung into the air.

“Only curses can exorcise other curses! You can’t beat it!” Fushiguro argued back, only for this attempt to fall on death’s ears as itadori continued to fight against the curse as he masterfully dodged its attacks before playing his own as he kicked its ruby eye.

“Besides, I have my own troublesome curse already!” Itadori declared, causing you to look at your classmate in complete annoyance since you didn’t have a single clue on what he was rabbling about. As of right now, all you were wondering was where the cursed finger was since the last time you had seen it was in Itdori’s possession.

Suddenly, before you realised it, the mentioned cursed object had slipped out of Itadori’s grasp causing you to quickly stand up on your feet to jump across the cure to reach it. On the other hand, it seemed like the curse was blocking your way by how it used both its arms to capture Itadori leading to the student to jump as high as he could to catch the finger by the grip of his teeth.

“You idiot!” you screamed, as you tried to concentrate your curse energy to flow to your palms as your katana was still within the curse’s head. “Hand it over to me or you'll be eaten, too!” Fushiguro yelled in a panic as he finally got up on his feet to chase after the wanted object.

Slowly, you raised your right hand before using your index finger to use it as a guide to where to aim your next spell at the finger without damaging your schoolmate in the process. “Destructive Curse Spell number one: Sho,” you quickly chanted leading to a small amount of curse energy in a concentrated manner to shoot from the tip of your index finger, yet before it even had the chance to hit the finger away from Itadori’s teeth, he threw thing finger up in the air using the force of his head leading your curse spell to be a futile attempt.

“There is a way to save everyone! I just need some cursed energy right. Fushiguro, L/N?!” Itadori cried out, leading you to again attempt to shoot the cursed finger away from where you assumed Itadori wanted it to go, while Fushiguro looked upon the situation in complete fear of what was going to happen.

“Don’t..Don’t do it!” Fushiguro shouted in a hostile tone, only for Itadori to swallow the special-grade cursed object causing you and the other sorcerer to look at the scene in complete disbelief.

‘He’s going to die, that’s a deadly poison..but...there’s a one in a million chance’

Suddenly, the arms of the curse disintegrated into small particles of flesh before Itadori landed on his feet, only for the curse to attempt to attack the salmon-hair boy again, leading to being completely destroyed with a single wing of an arm to which caused your katana, which was stuck within the flesh of the curse, to fly into the air before landing with a loud ‘clunk’.

Yet, that wasn’t your main concern.

Your feet were glued to the ground as you looked upon the sight right in front of you. Fushiguro was staring at the same scene with dread flooding his green eyes as Itadori was now covered with the black markings of what you both come to know from basic jujutsu knowledge.

‘Y/N dear, I’m so sorry for putting you through this, if Sukuna ever comes into this era, it is your duty as a sorcerer and the only offspring of the L/N clan to exorcise him, promise me that please?’

‘Why.....why did you have to die mother?’

“Ah, I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh,” ‘Itadori’ declared, as he then processed to rip his yellow hoodie in excitement before brisking his flesh to the moonlight that was shining right above him. “A cursed spirit’s flesh is so boring. Where are the people? The women?!” ‘Itadori’ questioned before jumping onto the railings as he continued his speech, “what a wonderful era to be in, women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. Marvellous! It’ll be a massacre!”

Without the acknowledgement of who you deemed to be Sukuna and Fushiguro, you slowly raised your right hand with an open palm as you began to whisper another curse spell to make the exorcism a little easier for you, “Binding Curse Spell number sixty-three: Sajo Sabaku''. As you closed your palm, there was a sudden manifestation of a yellow electrified chain being created as it loosely surrounded the King of Curse before tightly securing its place around his body.

“Ah-” Sukuna said in surprise before taking a step back from the balcony to observe the yellow chains that encaptured him. “L/N!” Fushiguro shouted as he looked at you with widened eyes surprised at how you figured out how to retain him so fast.

‘At this rate, he should be somewhat easier to exorcise, Itadori has only one finger within his system, it’s going to be okay right?’

However, before you could even comprehend what to do next as your tactic you suddenly heard a change in tone of voice. “What do you think you’re doing with my body?” Sukuna asked, only for you to realise that it was Itadori who was speaking at this moment in time, “give it back”.

“How are you able to move?” Sukuna questioned his vessel back, as he was in pure confusion on how the human still maintained some control of his body. “I mean, it’s my body,” itadori answered back, only causing you more confusion on what was going on since Sukuna’s markings were still visible to his body.

“Don’t move! You’re no longer human,” Fushiguro stated in a serious tone, as he crouched down before moving his hand in front of him as he processed to make fists.

“Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!” Fushiguro announced, causing you to look at him with surprise painted upon your face. However, since you were beginning to lose a certain amount of curse energy, your chains slowly began to disappear leading Itadori’s hands to now more freely while Fushiguro’s worries about you begin to increase.

“Wait, really. I‘m just fine!” Itadori stated in innocence, as he raised his now-free hands as if he was surrendering to the sorcerer while his markings began to fade gradually. “More importantly, you and I are both pretty beat up, let’s go to a hospital,” Itadori declared as he was worried for the male right in front of him. On the other hand, you suddenly realise that there were shadows slowly swirling around Fushiguro leading to your assumption earlier to be true.

‘Fushguro is a Zenin...I..have….to’

“What’s the situation?”

All of a sudden, a new voice came into the area leading you to turn your head to the side to find a rather tall male standing next to Fushiguro. From a quick glance, you could immediately inform yourself that had spiky white hair with a black blindfold covering his eyes, as he carried a paper bag on his arm while wearing a similar outfit to Fushiguro meaning he was another sorcerer.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?” Fushiguro asked in surprise, as he turned to look at what you assumed to be his teacher leading to the shadows around him to immediately disappear from sight.

“Gojo…” you muttered under your breath as you looked at the two male sorcerers right in front of you in horror as you came to the realisation on the situation you were facing.

‘Mother…..I’ve been found…..’

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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The Other Side of Hollywood

Part One

Requested?: fuck no, I wrote this one all for my ownsome.

Word Count: 4.0K+

Author’s Note: My GOD! Julie and the Phantoms is amazing, and while I have the theory I enjoy it so much because I didn’t really have a ‘teenage years’, I really don’t give a shit. I’m writing Luke Patterson fluff and you can all suck it!

Warning: um, none yet. This is a very PG show so PG fic.

Context: This is a reader insert mini series. It goes from 1x05 of JATP until the end, I’ll be releasing a part every day/two days. It is Luke x Reader, as much as I love my Juke ship, so Luke and Julie’s relationship is a lot more friendly than in the show. Also, some scenes may be different, dialogue from the show is used, yada yada.

Some might not believe it, but life starts, properly starts, when you die. At least, it did for Y/N Y/L/N.

Her life on earth had been short, and dull, and ended tragically with plenty left undone: it didn’t surprise her that she came back as a ghost. If anything, she would have been a bit shocked if she hadn’t: she had, after all, died with so much potential wasted, so much she could have done.

She was lucky that Caleb had found her.

“5 minutes ladies!” A voice called from afar, receiving a chorus of ‘thank you five’ from around the dressing room as performers hurried to get the last of their makeup and hair done, readying for that’s night’s performance, and knocking Y/N from a stupor. She came back to reality, taking the lid off the lipstick she had been playing with for the last ten minutes and finally applying it, then proceeding to take the curlers out her hair and slip on her heels for the night. Caleb had mentioned for her to be on the look out for special guests in front, and she had dressed in her best costume for the occasion.

She heard a sigh of relief as she finally moved from the mirror, a few of the girls crowding the vanity to start applying their finishing touches, none of them brave enough to interrupt Y/N’s ponderings: she may have died at 17, but none of the dancers had been with the club as long as she had, none were as faithful to Caleb as she was.

She had been his right-hand woman for almost 25 years now, some of the staff had barely been there a quarter of that time.

Her heels clicked as she headed for the stage, blowing a pin curl from her face and tucking it back into place as she took a spot on the stage and looked out at the crowd forming: from the looks of it, that night would be their busiest all week. The lifers were starting to settle at tables, collecting the last drinks before the opening number of the evening, mingling with excitement in the air and secrecy on their lips: they were getting to experience something forbidden, something beyond reality, after all.

She scanned the room, looking for the familiar face she had grown to love over the past decades, finally finding him stood in his best tuxedo – which consisted of a tailcoat, patterned black and gold shirt, and a pair of tailored board shorts – at the foot of the staircase with three boys around the same age as them, all watching in awe as lifers passed through them and proceeding to question her best friend.

“Willie!” She called, running over with a wave and a smile to him and the trio, getting a good look at them all as Willie’s arm came around her waist and hugged her into his side. The first, a familiar looking tall, lanky blonde kid in a jean jacket that Y/N was sure was the guy Willie had been gushing over just an hour or so earlier; the second was the tallest, close to a foot taller than Y/N herself, with quiffed black hair slicked back with gel, dressed like a new age Rockstar in leather and red colours. And then the third, with a dopey grin and a mop of chocolate hair on his head, paired with a painted denim overcoat and obscure band tee underneath, who unashamedly looked her over as she stood at Willie’s side.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my best friend.” Willie introduced her to be met with raised eyebrows from the three. By appearance alone, Willie constantly in a state of casual skater attire, and Y/N stood in front of them with pin curls, high heels and a blue sequin number that accentuated every one of her features, it just didn’t seem like they could be friends. “She looks a lot different in the day time.”

“Very funny William.” Y/N quipped back, elbowing him playfully in the side. “Why don’t I show you all to your table?” She offered, holding out a hand to the one in the leather jacket, who took her hand with a slack jaw and dumbfounded nod of the head.

“Yes, yes please.” He managed, and Y/N led the four down to their table, front and centre. “I’m Reggie, by the way. And that’s Alex and Luke. We’re in a band… Actually, we’re here tonight because-” Reggie started to ramble, but Y/N held a manicured finger to his lips, an innocent smile on her face.

“We don’t talk business here. You sit down and enjoy the show, alright? I’m sure Willie can keep you company, sort you boys out.” She said with a flirty tone, a habit she had grown into working the HGC scene: easier to flirt with the guests, often means a bigger pay-out by the end of the night. Willie pulled out a chair for Alex, the blonde one, who smiled shyly at her friend and sat down, Luke the last to take his place at the table.

“Y/N, is it?” He asked, looking her over a second time. He sat back in his chair, a smirk on his face as she came closer, her hand resting on the back of his chair.

“Careful there handsome, I don’t fraternise with guests.” She laughed a little as she said it, blowing a kiss in his direction before disappearing back stage for the show, soon to start. It took Luke a second to look away, to focus back on what the three had come there for: their old bandmate had stolen their music, passed it off as his own, and they were quite intent on making him pay.

“Ok, so, who’s going to make us visible so we can confront our old band mate?” He asked Willie, looking around the room at the lifers, wondering if one of them had the same weird power Julie seemed to possess.

“Oh, no, no, none of these lifers have the power to do that.” Willie corrected, just as music started up from the stage. “Oh, but here comes the ghost who does.” Willie drummed his fingers on the table in excitement, leaving the three bandmates rather confused. Willie had brought them there with no real information about what or who they were meeting.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a male voice announced from nowhere in particular, “Back from the dead by popular demand, please welcome Caleb Covington.” The words were met with applause and cheers from the crowd, Willie letting out a few whoops and prompting the boys to start clapping as in a puff of purple smoke, a man appeared in the middle of the air.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, reaching his arms out in a gesture of thanks to the loving crowds, dressed in black and purple satin. He was met with a collective ‘hell yeah’ from the audience, causing Reggie, Luke and Alex to share side glances, all a little on edge. “I did too!” He responded, met with laughter and more cheers. “Welcome to the party of your dreams!” He introduced, his voice commanding attention and respect, not to mention his floating in mid-air. “From the Egyptians to the Druids, to the person sitting next to you, we’ve all wondered ‘where do we go when that final light is snuffed out’?” The bandmates couldn’t deny, this Caleb guy was certainly intriguing. “Let me show you.

“Let me introduce myself, we’ve got some time to kill. Consider me the pearly gates to your new favourite thrills.” He moved forward in the air, floating closer and closer to the boys’ table at the front, and Luke couldn’t help but feel that Caleb was singing to them, to him. “We could go make history or you could rest in peace, but here there ain’t no misery cause on the other side we live like kings.

“Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? Let your body loose, let your body loose. Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? Show you a thing or two cause you ain’t seen nothing…” With a flick of his cape as he landed down, the stage suddenly filled with musicians and dancers, all ghosts that had been invisible to even the four dead boys in the front.

“Life, is good on the other side of Hollywood.” The song continued, and as his counterparts took in the full ensemble on stage, Luke found his eyes drifting to the girl they had met, Willie’s friend Y/N. She had managed in the few moments from leaving to arriving on stage to have sprayed a lock of her curls blue, and come into possession of a feather fan the same colours as her dress. Another girl stood across the stage in the same attire, except she also sported a blue wig and headpiece, which it seems Y/N had forgone.

Luke had reason to stare of course: not only was she beautiful, but a talented dancer, and as Caleb sang away she joined in on backing vocals, the pair linking arms as she danced around him, then spun into a dip, Caleb’s arm holding her steady as she fluttered her fan. Movement around them snatched his attention from her, waiters in pink suits coming from all sides to form a circle around Caleb.

What followed was a barrage of temptation: from the countless desserts circling past to the girl that appeared from under their table cloth to the trapeze artists and the dancing that got everyone on their feet and cheering along. It was only after Caleb ended the number by disappearing thanks to the help of Y/N and her fellow fan girl that the room finally settled down a little.

“This is so cool…” Reggie muttered, waving to some lifers across the room: they could see him, see them: actually see them.

“Dude, I knew I recognised him.” Alex gestured, pulling Reggie’s attention from his apparent visibility and Luke’s from scanning the room for a certain girl in blue. “He’s the guy that bumped into me outside the Orpheum.”

“Wait. Isn’t he that magician dude that died a horrible death doing a trick?” Reggie asked Willie, who laughed a little in response.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t bring that up whenever we meet him.” Alex scolded Reggie, who rolled his eyes in response.

“Yeah, but you should come back when he shows one of his movies.” Willie interjected with a grin. “I mean, for Titanic, he literally floods the entire place. I mean, the guy has got skills.”

“Alright, but he can, like, wave his arms and make ghosts visible to lifers?” Luke asked, perhaps the most rooted in reality after the performance, still quite set on their goal for coming here, for cutting it short of their performance with Julie.

“Told you, the guy’s got skills.” Willie shrugged, and Reggie looked back at the stage.

“So, uh, where’d he go?” He asked, taking a glance into the stage wings before turning back round and jumping back about a foot in surprise, Caleb stood right behind Alex and Luke. “Oh wow! Found him! Ha!”

“Hello boys, Caleb Covington. Welcome to the Hollywood Ghost Club.” Caleb introduced himself, a smile on his face and the accent of a fifties radio presenter. “Enjoying the show?” He asked, and Luke took lead.

“That was… I mean… Did you… Like…” He tried to articulate it, but found his mind going back to the girl in the blue dress and went a little red, and gave up trying to find the words, letting his appraising arms fall to their sides.

“I know.” Caleb responded with a light chuckle.

“This is Alex, Luke, and Reggie.” Willie introduced them all to Caleb.

“it’s really nice to meet you.” Alex offered, Reggie following it with a peace sign and a ‘sup?’, which put a smile on Caleb’s face.

“The pleasure is all mine. Nothing warms my heart more than sharing this magic with new friends.” Caleb explained, gesturing for the boys to take a seat as he took one of his own. “Now, our friend Willie here tells me you guys have some magic of your own?” He questioned Alex, who’s eyes widened at the man’s quizzing.

“Willie and I? I wouldn’t call it magic exactl-” Alex started his response, his voice getting squeakier as he went on, but was quickly cut off by Willie’s hand on his shoulder.

“He means your ghost abilities. You know, like, to be seen by everybody when you play with Julie.” Willie corrected. Alex started an apology, but Caleb raised a hand, showing it wasn’t needed.

“Yeah, but we can’t really wave our arms and do all this magic stuff.” Luke added, but Caleb didn’t seem phased by his humbling of their ability.

“Well, I’ve had some practice. Our gifts are so rare, so special. It’s not often I come across other spirits who possess similar talents.” Caleb explained. “It’s no surprise we found each other.”

“Yeah, that… definitely…” Luke agreed, and Caleb smile briefly, standing from his chair.

“If you’ll forgive me fellas, I gotta go pay the bills, if you know what I’m saying. I’ll be back later to chat.” The host excused himself, all of their eyes following to find Willie’s friend Y/N stood in a black dress, waiting for Caleb. “My darling! Oh, look at that dress! Where have you been?” He asked her.

Unbeknownst to the bandmates, Willie and Y/N shared a glance as Caleb took her by the waist and led her towards the back stage area, and Willie checked the time.

9.10… The boys were late to their gig, and if the Hollywood Ghost Club had anything to do with it, they would never arrive.

As the night continued on, and after Reggie learned the shocking revelations that not only was Han Solo killed in the Star Wars franchise, but that they added a character named Jar Jar Binks, Willie found himself fleeing for a moment. He had spent the entire night with Alex, and the more time he spent with him, the more he liked the guy.

Willie needed some air, a break, and in searching for it he ran into Y/N.

“Aren’t you meant to be out there? Flirting with the lanky one?” She asked with a teasing tone, running her fingers through her curls, slowly separating them into waves. “He’s cute, I’ll give you that. And your type. And dead, which is a huge bonus. I’m tired of watching crush over men you can’t actually touch.”

“Yeah well… He was asking too many questions, didn’t want to spook him.” Willie shrugged, rubbing his arm. He didn’t like the feeling in his stomach, and Y/N could tell he felt off.

“Do you need to sit this out? I can keep them entertained; I have a feeling the one in denim has arms like Adonis.” She offered with a giggle, and Willie frowned a little. “Oh come on, Willie… It’s not like they’re being branded or anything. We’re just…” She paused, glancing over as she spotted Caleb talking to the trio, then offering them stacked plates of food. “We’re perks to the package.” She winked at her friend, who rolled his eyes at her words and pulled her to his side for a hug.

“You make it sound like the dream job.” Willie chuckled, hanging his head a little.

“Isn’t it?” Y/N raised a brow, and squished his face between her fingers before planting a kiss on his cheek. “Let them eat for a while, join them later if you feel up to it. I’ll be getting denim on the dance floor though.” She shrugged, heading to go fix her makeup when Willie got her arm.

“His name is Luke… And from what I can tell, he’s actually a pretty nice guy.” He told her, met with a smirk and batting eyelashes.

“Just how I like them.” She replied, pulling her arm away and heading back to the dressing room, leaving Willie in a state of quandary.

By the time the final performance of the night was ready to begin, Reggie, Alex and Luke had eaten three platefuls of food each, having forgotten what pizza and burgers and meatball subs actually tasted like. And as Reggie found himself defending kissing his meatball sub to Alex, Luke felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned to see Y/N stood behind him with a smirk painted on red lips.

“Well, how can I be of service?” He asked her, wiping the last traces of pizza grease from his fingertips onto his jeans, earning a genuine smile from the glamour model of a woman.

“It’s what I can do for you…” She replied, holding out a hand to him. “You’ll be in need of a dance partner shortly.” She explained as Caleb took the stage, starting his monologue about how “we do dessert”.

“I thought you said you didn’t fraternise.” Luke reminded as the music started up and the dance floor filled, the room once again alive with cheers and clapping. Y/N walked backwards into the middle of the floor, Willie quickly joining her centre stage as the beat picked up on entry into the chorus and the room got to their feet.

“You’re the exception to the rule, Denim.” Y/N called back, Luke grinning at the nickname she had given him, earning a nudge from Alex. He swatted his friend playfully as the three of them watched Y/N and Willie join in a huge dance routine.

Life is good on the other side of Hollywood.

Caleb’s voice resonated in the air as waiters, showgirls, and the like all started pulling patrons onto the floor with them. Caleb approached the trio, beckoning the girl who had popped up from their table earlier that night to dance her way through each bandmate: ending with a shimmy to the floor in front of Reggie that had the poor boy near unconscious.

As one of the girls in blue took the recovering Reggie onto the dance floor, and as Alex wondered where Willie had disappeared to, Y/N made her way over to Luke and offered her hand. This time, instead of asking questions, Luke took it eagerly. He didn’t hesitate in walking her on to the dance floor though, instead pulling her close by the waist as her hands rested on his chest.

“You know how to jive?” She asked him, the pair stood still for a moment amongst the chaos around them. There was so much of it, Y/N almost didn’t notice Caleb sending Willie backstage with a flick of his finger, but she was quickly pulled from her thoughts. Luke had responded to her question by taking her hand and spinning her out before coiling her back in. Her arms went over his head, Luke spinning this time as they began kicking feet in perfect synchronicity and in time with the music. Luke pulled Y/N close, lifting her up and spinning with her, causing the girl to shriek and throw her head back in laughter.

As the song came to an end, Y/N glanced back to the stage and received a firm nod from the belting host, her cue to leave. She spun Luke out of her grasp once she hit the floor, handing him over to one of the show girls who promptly dipped him at the same time as Reggie fell for the same move, leaving both boys laughing as Y/N disappeared behind the stage.

She and Willie had both done their jobs after all, she could go back to her room for the night, get some rest. She walked over to her vanity backstage, wiping away the stage makeup, brushing out her curls, and changing into more comfortable clothes. She only stopped when she heard the gong of the club’s clock.

Midnight.

She sighed, glancing in the mirror one last time before heading out to the front of house, noticing the boys she had been acquainted with that night were no longer on the floor, instead making a bee-line for the exit. Her feet were quick to follow, slowing only when Caleb poofed into place in front of the fleeing teens.

“Gentlemen, what’s the rush?” He asked, his eyes catching on Y/N for a moment as she disappeared back into the crowds. “The party’s just getting started, and you have eternity, after all.” He reminded them with a cheerful smile.

“You know that girl who can see us? We sort of bailed on her.” Reggie began through ragged breath, thanks to Alex and Luke pulling him from the dancefloor. “See, there’s this dance at her school and her friend Flynn is a super cool DJ, like-”

“Ok, I don’t think he has an eternity to hear the story.” Alex interrupted.

“Basically, we’re late for a gig.” Luke finished, and Caleb frowned at the words, prompting an eavesdropping Y/N to step a touch closer.

“But what about my offer?” Caleb asked, raising a disapproving eyebrow.

“It’s very cool of you, Mr Covington, but, like I said, we already have a-” Luke began again, but Caleb raised his hands in defeat.

“A band of your own.” He finished for the boys, Y/N pondering it over. Had Caleb wanted the three for the house band? “I understand… But boys, if you ever want to come back and fix that little problem with your friend, the Hollywood Ghost Club is always open.”

And there it was, the final temptation.

“Yeah man, we’d love to come back.” Luke smiled.

“Music to my ears!” Caleb returned the affectionate expression, offering a hand to each of the boys in turn. With each shake, the boys pulled back, a mark becoming branded on their wrist. When they frowned at the symbol, Caleb interrupted. “Oh, it’s just a little club stamp.” He assured, and their faces lit back up again. “Until next time.” Luke was first to exit, and Y/N followed after him quickly, stopping him just before he reached the stairs to leave.

“You’ve got good feet on you…” She said with a smile, catching him by surprising and evoking a smile.

“You’re not half bad yourself…” He countered, taking a few steps closer. She held a finger up for a moment, walking over to a table on the far side of the room and picking up a pen before returning.

“Arm.” She demanded, and Luke held it out willingly. Y/N frowned for a second, noticing the marking on his wrist, but didn’t let it stop her from pushing up his sleeve and writing a phone number on his arm. “You might think it’s bizarre, but I have access to a landline. There’s one at the club. Call me if you decide on coming back… Or…” She blushed a little, and Luke grinned.

“Or if I want to call up the pretty showgirl and see her outside of the club? I will.” He assured her, puling his sleeve back down as Reggie walked out the club, his eyes widening at the pair, having to take a second glance at Y/N out of her costume: while neither he nor Luke could read minds, they were both thinking the same thing.

Y/N somehow looked even better out of her showgirl get up.

Perhaps it was the mismatched converse high tops, or the fishnet tights under her ripped shorts, maybe it was the ripped band tee displaying the iron maiden cover art, Luke wasn’t sure. But she was gorgeous, and knowing she seemed to like what he did just added to the fact.

“See you around, Denim.” Y/N smiled, lifting the collar of his jacket for a moment before letting it go and heading inside, walking past Alex as she went.

“Was that Willie’s friend?” He asked in surprise, Reggie nodding.

“I think Luke’s in love.” He teased, earning a punch on the arm from the band’s led guitarist.

“Shut it, Reggie. Now, let’s get to that dance.” Luke quickly reminded them, the three quickly disappearing with the destination of Julie’s school in mind, all of them preparing for a major scolding for being three hours late.

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You are safe now - Dick Grayson Imagine

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: Dick and Y/N have a son who is kidnapped by Deathstroke. What should they do now?

Warnings: Lot of fluff, a bit of angst and cursing.

Notes: Is it normal crying by reading your own imagine? @boyy-wonder-grayson cami, you always help me with these ideas and working with you is amazing, thank you.

When you are hero, a good hero you are needed in every place, all the time. That’s what Bruce used to tell Dick and Y/N when they first wanted to create Titans, so they could teach the right things. And that’s what they had done. They had always been there, the old titans, and now the new ones. They kept San Francisco -and the world- safe for a long time along with the Justice League. When Y/n realized how she felt about Dick, there was no turning back for her. She felt as if the air was sucked out of her lungs every time Dick walked into the room, and she noticed how her heart started to beat faster every time Dick complimented her for something she’d done. Her cheeks would turn red-ish whenever her hands brushed with his, and even though she was oblivious to it, Dick felt the exact same way about her. His palms got sweaty whenever he saw her in her suit, and his eyes wandered through her body. Her laugh would make his stomach twist in knots. Being the leaders of the group and having to support each other when things went wrong, brought up feelings that had always been there,in their hearts.

[5 years ago, Titans Tower, living room]

Dick sat in the couch resting his head in the back of it, in front of the fireplace. After a long night of solving fucking mysteries that Riddler had spared around San Francisco, along with Y/N, Dawn, Donna, Hank and Garth. They did everything to stop the bastard but he got away nevertheless. They went back to the tower so they could make a better plan, and try again next time. They would catch him.

“Hey, Grayson, rough night wasn’t it?” He saw her beautiful face appeared on the living room and sat by his side.

“I couldn’t agree more, Y/L/N” He answered the woman, trying to mask the way she made him feel.

“What do you think about drinking some beers in the rooftop so we can relax?” She asked with a bright smile, a smile that Dick loved, and of course he couldn’t say no.

“I think it’s a pretty good idea.” He said with a grin and they laughed, making their way to the rooftop.

That was the first time they kissed; it was as simple as that, all the questions were answered, all fears were put to rest, all doubts were removed. What they felt wasn’t just passion, it was a bruising tenderness and a love so strong it made them burst into flames.

Dick and Y/N had their first time together. Intoxicated by the alcohol there was no way Y/N could hide her feelings anymore. Neither did Dick, things were taking place, one after the other. They turned invincible together,

After a month Dick asked Y/N to be his girlfriend, and she said yes, to the man she loved with all her heart.

After a year, Dick, Y/N and the Titans had the misfortune of losing Garth to Deathstroke, and Dick swore himself he would take him down, no matter what.

It ended up with the tragedy of also losing Jericho, a sweet boy who earn a place in each of the Titans hearts. Those were dark days for everyone. After that incident Hawk, Donna and Dawn left. Dick and Y/N stayed in the tower. The were both broken after Jericho’s death. He didn’t deserve what happened to him.

[4 years ago, Titans Tower, Dick and Y/N’s bedroom]

Dick was in the computer’s room reuniting information about Deathstroke for him to use in the future. Y/N was sleeping since she seemed so tired this past weeks, the missions kept the same rhythm, but she seemed more and more exhausted each passing day, so Dick let her sleep.

In their bedroom, Y/N got up feeling nauseous, she immediately ran into the bathroom emptying the contents of her stomach.

Something was wrong and she knew it. She had slept for 12 hours straight last night and now she felt like she couldn’t feel any type of smell. Everything made her sick. Her period was late this month, but she thought it was the stress messing with her body, after all, things haven’t been particularly quiet.

Dick went to their bedroom searching for her

“Babe, where are you? i think i found something” Dick entered the room to find Y/N washing her face.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked leaning on the door’s frame. She seemed sick, her skin was pale. “Come here” he opened his arms for her to get closer.

Y/N loved Dick’s perfume, she did, but today, when she felt it, she made her way right back into the toilet, throwing up again. Dick looked at her worried, instantly helping her by holding her hair and caressing her back.

When she finished, she brushed her teeths and went directly to their bed, with Dick by her side afraid that she might pass out any minute. She lay there an asked him if he could stay with here for a minute. They lay there in comfortable silence.

“Dick?” she whispered.

“what’s wrong?” Dick asked running his fingers through her hair.

“I think I’m pregnant” She said almost crying. She couldn’t imagine his reaction, after all, these past few days had been so hard for him, but it is Dick Grayson we are talking about.

He was shocked, and for a few seconds he didn’t say anything, just hugged her, “I love you, i love you so much”, he said.

It seemed like someone up there didn’t want Dick to sink into blame, giving him a sight of hope. When Y/n took a test to find out that she was, in fact, pregnant, Dick couldn’t be happier. He thought he was too damaged to feel things like this but now he understand that the L word saved him.

[4 months later, TitansTower]

“Babe?” Y/n stood in the door leaning on the frame. She smiled at him, he looked really hot when he was concentrated.

“Hey love” Dick answered smiling at her.

“I have something for you.” She handed him a envelope.

He opened it and there was an ultrasound, that was the first picture of their baby. Dick got tears in his eyes he got up and hugged her.

“It’s a boy” she said smiling up at him.

It was a Boy. Y/n was expecting a boy and he looked at her with so much love in his eyes, he was so happy.

“John” they said at the same time. They laughed together and when the laughter died down, he kissed her passionately.

Dick felt deep inside that now his duty went towards protecting his family. It was all that mattered to him at that moment.

The next day he searched for a house in Detroit, leaving San Francisco and their pasts behind.

He was Detective Dick Grayson now, working on Detroit City Y/N and him moved to a beautiful house located in a calm neighborhood where they started living their lives, trying to do it as normal as they could. They couldn’t take the risk of being in danger in such delicate moment.

Six months later, Y/N gave birth to John Grayson, a beautiful little boy. Dick was a father now and their lives had changed forever. They’ve changed for good. Because he couldn’t feel anything but happiness and love in his heart. He would give his life to protect his wife and son.

[2 years ago, Detroit, Dick and Y/N’s house]

Two years after John was born, Dick decided they had to take another step.

Y/N and Dick were in the kitchen while John was playing with his toys in the living room. She was cooking while they were drinking some wine and watching John, carefully.

“I have something for you” Dick huged her from behind while he spoke.

She turned to him smiling “What’s it, babe?”

He took a blue box from his pocket and her hands flew to her mouth in surprise.

“Y/n, it took us a lot to get where we are now. We went through the hardest times and we ended up happier than we could ever think. So I wanted to ask you…Will you marry me?”

She hugged him fiercely before kissing him deeply. “I couldn’t say anything but yes, Grayson.”

“No measure of time will be long enough, so let’s start with forever” He told her. When the looked at John the little boy was smiling at his parents.

Dick and Y/N got married a few months later; they didn’t want something big, just the three of them was enough. Besides, something big would draw too much attention.

Time passed and and their lifes went on, Dick kept working on Detroit Police Department as a Detective.

[6 months ago, DPD]

“Hey Grayson, You have that thing for helping kids, right?” Dick’s superior asked him and motion for him to follow him to the room where the kid was.

“Hi there, how you doing? Word on the street is you like playing baseball with bricks and cop cars? I’m Detective Dick Grayson.”

Dick talked to the purple haired girl. She looked scared.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” He asked looking for an answer

“it’s you.” Okay, he wasn’t expecting for that kind of answer. “The boy from the circus, please, can you help me?” How did she even know about his past as a Flying Grayson? Dick felt something inside of him, something that was telling him that he needed to help this girl. Call it a hunch. He decided he would help her, but he needed to go somewhere first.

[8P.M Dick and Y/N’s house]

“Babe? I’m home, where are you?” Dick looked for Y/N, as he entered the house with Rachel behind. He left his jacket, his police ID and everything he used to bring back home in the stand next to the door. He heard noises coming from the kitchen, Y/N and John were there while she prepared some food for the boy.

“Hey love, i’m here, how was your day?” Y/N asked before kissing the man. She looked surprised to see another figure standing behind him, a little girl who looked really scared.

“Hey, Rachel, this is my wife, Y/n and my son John.” Dick introduced them while y/n looked at them in confusion.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, i’m Y/N” the woman understood the kid needed a place, by the way she looked

. “I’ll show you the bathroom so you can fix yourself and then you can have dinner with us, okay?”

Y/N guided Rachel to the bathroom and gave her all she needed. When she saw that Rachel was out of sight, she went to talk to her husband who was now playing with baby John.

“Dick, who is she? What’s happening?” She asked.

“Babe, this girl, she’s like us, she’s special. They took her to DPD today and when I tried to interrogate her to find out what happened she told me i was the circus guy, and that she needed help. I couldn’t say no, her mother died, and I…she needs our help.” Dick said sighing.

“ Babe, we gave up our hero life because we needed to keep John safe. I’m not sure about it.” Y/N said without looking at him in the eyes.

“Hey” he lifted her face with his finger “What would have happened to us, if Bruce hadn’t done the same thing?” He asked “You and John are safe with me, i’ll never let anything happen to any of you. Never.”

“You can’t resist a bird with a broken wing, can you, Grayson?” she asked him with a half smile and he already knew she was on board with his plan.

“I wouldn’t say i can”

With everything that happened, Y/n, Dick, John and Rachel followed the road in search for some answers. Along the way they found Kory Anders, Gar Logan and Jason Todd.

Dick and Y/n fought with everything they had, but not as heroes; their suits were kept locked inside a suitcase, and they hoped they would stay that way.

Beating Trigon with the help of the old titans made them realize the safest place they could go was the old tower, after all, there was the only place that always felt like home.

[9 PM Titans Tower, Living room]

“Guys, make yourself at home” Dick said to the new members of the team “ the first door is mine and Y/N’s bedroom, the next door is John’s and you can choose any of the other rooms. Tomorrow we will start training.”

Dick told the group before leaving his and y/n’s things in their bedroom and John’s in his own. It seemed like Bruce had made all the adjustments the tower needed while they weren’t there.

John’s bedroom now had a bed; when they left there was just baby things and a baby crib. Bruce always took care of this type of things.

[10 P.M Titans Tower, Living room]

Once the titans were already in their respective rooms, Dick had John in his arms sitting next to the fireplace, while they looked to the city of San Francisco through the window. The boy was almost asleep, resting his head in his dad’s shoulders.

“Tired, Little Bird?” Dick asked John.

“Yes, daddy, i am, but I liked it here. You can see all.the lights from here” He answered.

“It’s a good place, johnny” Dick told him kissing his forehead.

Y/N looked at her two boys, smiling to herself. She couldn’t believe that they were a family.

They were back here after 4 years and now, John was here with them. They weren’t the heroes they once were, but they knew they would never truly leave this life behind. It was a part of them.

Two days after the Titans had come to the tower, things were going normal, they woke up, had their breakfast and Dick gave them some martial arts book they should study. In the afternoon, they were trained by Y/n and Dick who were almost veterans of war. Jason had a lot of experience which helped a lot at teaching moves to the newbies.

The teams was hanging out in the living room, after a tiring season of training, when a light coming from a helicopter in the sky illuminated something in the ground. It seemed like a police chase.

Dick turned the TV on to see a young girl running from the cops and fighting them. It instantly caught his eye.

“I’ll be right back, stay here.” He told Y/n and left. Y/n knew he would help the girl, it was the Dick Grayson type of thing.

As she expected, the girl came to the tower, she was hurt. Her name was Rose; she had a eye patch in one of her eyes, y/n could tell it was from fighting. Dick decided that she would stay for the night, and Y/n agreed to it.

The next day, Dick, Gar and Jason found out she was Deathstroke’s daughter. And Dick instantly told Y/n, they already had a past with this guy and they needed to be careful. So they agreed they had needed to call their old friends.

That same morning, they received Donna, Hank and Dawn. The guys didn’t know that Dick and Y/n had a child. So it was definitely a surprise.

[8 PM, Titans Tower, Living room]

The old titans arrived feeling the tension between the new titans. They didn’t know what was going on. Not yet, but they came because of Dick and Y/n’s call. It should be important.

“Finally” Y/n said as they made their way to the living room. She hugged Dawn.

“I missed you, Troy.” Y/N said when she hugged Donna,

“You’re prettier than ever, Y/n” Hank said trying to piss Dick off.

“Carefull.” Dick said making everyone laugh.

“And who’s that beautiful boy who’s standing there clinging to your leg?” Donna asked, the boy was shyly trying to hide between his father’s legs.

“Come here” Dick took him to his arms to introduced him to his friends. “This is John. Mine and Y/n’s son. I’m sorry you couldn’t met him.”

“Hey little Bird, I’m uncle Hank”

“Hi I’m John Grayson” the little boy said shyly.

The girls looked surprised, but made no comments.

“we will have time for everyone to meet him, hopefully.” Y/n said.

The old Titans went to the training room where Dick and Y/n explained the situation with Rose. They couldn’t believe Slade Wilson was in their lives again. But they would stay, and help them to beat this guy once and for all. They decided Rose could stay until they caught Slade but Hank couldn’t agree that much with them.

The next day, things were strange. Rachel freaked out and almost killed Jason when she founded some crucifixes in her mirror, Donna found a bottle of her favourite drink that Garth would bring to her. It was painfully strange.

“So it was you Jason? You did it? Why?” Donna asked him.

“I don’t know what’s happening but it wasn’t me” he retorted blinking the tears away.

Dick had left early saying he had things to do; he didn’t look good, Y/n could tell that he still felt guilty about the whole Jericho situation.

“Guys, Deathstroke is here.” Dick came from the elevator holding a gun.

“Babe, what is this? Talk to me. What do you mean by “he’s here”?” his wife asked.

“Jason” he says and went to the rooftop.

Y/n couldn’t understand it and she was sure no one else in the room could. She went looking for John; he was playing with his toys in his room, but when she got there, the window was wide open,and there was no sign of the little boy.

“John?” She called, but he doesn’t answer.

The woman feels something strange in her heart, and came back running through the living room.

“Has someone seen John?” She asked with a trembling voice.

“Babe, what happened? Where’s John?” Dick got down from the rooftop, he also seemed to feel that something was wrong, John wasn’t the type of kid that would hide from his parents, but they searched everywhere and they could not find him. That was until Dick received a call from an unknown number.

“I told you Grayson. I warned you, and you brought the Titans back anyways.” Dick was trembling now. Slade had John. And he hung up.

“What, Dick? Who was that?” Donna asked him now, everyone had stopped looking and was paying attention to Dick’s pale face.

“Dick, please talk to me, who was it? Where’s John?” Y/n asked getting closer to her husband.

“I…Slade has John.” Dick said. He saw the emotions on his wife face before she broke down in front of him. She fell into the ground, crying. He hugged her trying to calm both of them down.

It was nearly impoofor Dick to be strong now. His son had been kidnapped. Fucking Deathstroke, he would pay.

“That bastard, that FUCKING bastard.” Hank yelled. Everyone knew how much of a horrible person Deathstroke was,but taking baby john? This was way too much.

Rose had left, after that.

Dick took Y/N to the couch, he couldn’t leave her side, he would get their son back, he would do everything he could.

“Baby” He said getting her attention, she looked at him with red eyes from crying “I had the bad habit of underestimating you. Every obstacle you faced, i’d think you couldn’t overcome it. And you just did. You are the reason I have something to fight for, my family.” He told her with tear in his eyes “Listen to me, I won’t let him hurt John, I’ll bring him back to us.” The woman hugged him and cried even more.

“We will” She answered him.

Dick left to go get his suit. After everything that happened to them, he decided he needed a new identity. It made him remember the thing Clark Kent told him once about Nightwing and it all made sense now.

Bruce had sent him the new costume he needed after burning the Robin one. Now was the time, his son needed him. Y/n looked at her suitcase, long time without wearing it, but now she was back, for good. All the titans were ready. Slade would pay for taking their son away from them.

Dick received a call, anonymous again.

“Grayson, be careful, if you want your son back, find me in the old church in the center of san francisco in 15 minutes.”

And Dick knew, nothing would stop him from beating deathstroke today. Rose was a bait. He put her there so they could think she needed help while he could break them from inside.

They planned that Dick would enter the place first, Y/n, Jason and Donna would be going after him and also the titans would cover them.

“Slade, I’m here, let my son go, he’s a baby, he has nothing to do with this. You can kill me today if that’s your point, but let him go.”

“The old Dick Grayson, always playing the martyr. You remember what you and your team did to MY son? Isn’t it fair that I took yours?” Slade mocked him.

“Don’t be a fucking coward, Wilson, he’s 4 years old” Hank said.

“You’re right, Hawk, today is about Dick and me” Slade said and John came running for Dick

“Dad” He cried and Dick felt his heart almost stop. Their baby was okay.

“Dawn, take him to the tower, go” Dick commanded after checking that his kid was okay.

“Here you are trying to kill me again. I hope you can do this now, Nightwing, because i won’t let you live if you don’t”

He said and Dick ran to punch him with all the anger he had in his body, John was safe now and Slade had to die. With his escrima sticks he hits Slade, and he fell into the floor. Y/N and Jason came after, shooting their birdarangues, and finally a person that they didn’t expect, Ravager.

Rose wilson appeared stabbing Slade in the chest with her sword. Deathstroke was dead.

After the fighting, Y/n ran into Dick’s arms hugging her husband. “He’s okay Dick, we did it. Our son is safe and sound.” She cried with joy.

“I told you babe, no one can mess with my family.”

When they got in the tower, they were received by a blonde little guy running to them. “Mommy, daddy you’re home!.” the kid said with innocence and Dick hugged him, bringing Y/n into the hug too. Everything was fine.

“You are safe now son.”

“I know daddy, because my mommy and daddy are heroes.”

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whateveralice-123 · 3 years

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Deathnote - Mu Chapter One lxlight 18+

L lay on the cold floor.

The room was dark, but you could see dim light around him, it was visible enough for him to make out a person in the darkness. The stranger slouched in his chair and sighed heavily. A glimmer of light shined faintly revealing the man's biker style clothing: red jacket, jeans, and leather boots but his face was shrouded with darkness. L could just about see his mundane expression as he got up from the floor peering closer. The man sat on his chair with his fist brought up to his chin appearing quite tired. He shifted his head lazily to the left surprised as he had not expected someone to be right in front of him especially not L of all people.

Leaning forward he stared at the peculiar man he used to know. The disbelief clouded his judgement and like that his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. He simply could not believe what he was seeing; it had been his belief since day one that he would never see another human again. Yet here was the strange individual that he had not seen for years, 5 years in fact. He knew if it were not for their strong rivalry and his unique looks, L's face would have been forgotten completely.

"L... Are you real? " he stuttered lifting slightly from his seat as if he were seeing a mirage.

"Hello Kira-Kun," L answered avoiding his question whilst smiling. Light was puzzled and this pleased L greatly. He could not remember the last time he saw Light look this way.

"So, this is the place of nothingness," he added, looking around the desolate space. The room seemed to go on and on, clouded in complete blackness. Besides the one chair Light was sitting on as well as the side table with its vintage lamp which gave enough light to see one another it was a wasteland. L thought that though it appeared menacing in the dark with the little setup Light had it would be quite peaceful to relax and perhaps read a book. Or at least as peaceful as it could be here.

"It's pretty bland" Light stated nervously. Taking a deep breath he pointed to a replica of a chair that appeared in front of him.

L looked amazed, how was that possible, he was sure it was not there a second ago. No, he knew it was not there before.

"Please sit," Light said gesturing with his hands for the dark-haired detective to crouch in his seat, in the odd way he was known for doing.

"Kira-Kun please sit also," Light sat back down returning to his nonchalant behaviour. "Here I thought the justice driven L would end up in heaven but here you are" Light stated with a questioning look.

"Oh, don't act so sad about it am I really that bad?" L asked. "If you must know I wrote my name down before the Shinigami did, this made her efforts to kill me futile... I would also like to tell you that I did not appreciate that creepy smile Kira-Kun gave me," L exclaimed making Light roll his eyes. It had been so long since Light had seen him, yet he appreciated that the detective was still the same.

"You never change, do you? He chuckled lightly but L found it far from funny.

"You know I'm waiting, Kira-Kun," he says tapping his finger on the edge of the armrest. Light looked at him blankly

"For what?" he asked receiving a tired expression. The younger of the two sighed and took a large breath preparing himself to admit his defeat. "You were right as always I was Kira," Light answered.

"And" L moves his wrist for him to continue. Light raises an eyebrow and sighs again.

"You outsmarted me and survived... But then again you also died so we can hardly call that winning, can we? " he finishes, L opens his mouth to speak but Light shuts it as a Deathnote sits in his hand. "Hmm let's see here," Light flicks the pages to get to L's real name but before he could reach the end L grabs it. "How did you get this I destroyed it?" L asked concerned

"Oh, calm down I manifested it and it doesn't even take effect in here," Light explains.

L was well and truly stumped. He had to admit he never thought he would see Light again or anyone. L had felt miserable. The detective had had a shitty day he remembered he was counting the minute, dreading the thought of dying. He had expected that he would be briefly be alive and then dead, he would no longer exist. L believed he had seen everything in life, nothing ever confused him and he found no true excitement, no mystery could not be solved but ever since he met Light this had changed. He knew that from here on out it would only get stranger after all he was no longer in the real world anymore.

"Manifested?" he questioned squinting his eyes at the brunette, Light then placed two cups of hot tea on the table. He adds two sugars for himself and stops before asking

"It was 6 wasn't it?" he asked, L nodded astonished at the sight in front of him.

Light adds the sugar to the tea moving it toward his guest before taking a sip of his own. "I never knew how you could drink that. Isn't it all sludgy?" L became wide-eyed at Light's interest, he had never really commented on his behaviour all that much, it seemed funny that now he would question his actions.

"Would Light-Kun like to try?" Light gave the cup a pondering glance before looking back at L nodding. He takes the cup savouring the warmth with his hands.

"What happened to you calling me Kira-Kun?" Light asked.

"What? Would you prefer me to call you that?"

Light just shrugs the suggestion "Lights fine," he adds taking a sip and cringing at the so-called tea before passing it back to the amused L.

"I also favour Light to Kira, Light... was a friend to me,"

Light's cup slipped slightly from his finger making a loud clank, fortunately, it was not shattered to bits. Light was startled as he tried to steady his cup, he was looking at L as though he was speaking another language. It had been his sneaking suspicious the first time L had said that, that it was a farce, a ploy to intimidate or guilt him.

"You actually... like me? " Light asks sitting far back into his chair surprised.

"Of course, Light-Kun I liked you. Why didn't a tiny bit of you like me?" L asks amused.

"Well yes, Ryu... L... Well, I'll be honest I didn't like you one bit," He said whilst watching L's expression not change. "But thinking back now I have to admit there was something very endearing about you"

Light could remember all the moments where they would purposely annoy the living hell out of each other. It was only natural he thought, they both had such a strong character. He felt a bittersweet feeling in his stomach, he had never had such a strong interaction with anyone in his whole life. This was before he had met the infuriating detective and he remembered how he wished to squish him under his shoe. No one had ever gotten on Light nerves as much as he had. But his distaste toward L was all in the past and he knew that he deserved to be here. He didn't fault his own beliefs of killing those who deserved it but there were ever so many people caught involved that he had murdered in the process. Biting his lip, he continued to lose track of the man in front of him. This realization abruptly occurred in his mind as he awoke from his thoughts embarrassed that he was so caught up in his head. "Um, Ryuzaki... "

L looked at Light concerned before placing his finger under his chin raising his head up to face him. "It's Lawliet," L says smiling gently, knowing there was nothing to fear anymore. Light looked confused before he smiled cheekily

"Well really L? How in the hell would I have guessed that? " Light said chuckling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have liked me to serve it up on a gold platter?" L says giving Light's notebook back. "Well now that you mention it," he says shielding himself before getting a playful hit on the arm. They both exchanged a smile and then L remembered the memento he had obtained.

"Oh here Light-Kun," he says removing the watch from his wrist and placing it in front of Light "Is that my …" Light starts. "Well now L, I never would have taken you as a grave robber," he says grinning.

"It's hardly stealing more like inherited," L stated. "I'm only sorry that I never repaired it," L exclaims feeling a strange sense of guilt, not only did the watch have a crack but it had also stopped ticking, simply frozen in time.

"Are you sure about that? It seems to be working just fine" Light asks. L leaned forward wide-eyed.

"Did you do that?" L asks pointing to Light receiving a cheeky expression. Light redirects his hand to the startled detective. Leaving L confused, he skimmed through the notebook "Ahh here it is L Lawliet. You wrote ... Will die quietly 23 days after Light Yagami's death." Light gave a scrawl towards L before sighing heavily. "It has only been 23 days since I died huh, feels like a billion," he says with a bored expression on his face.

"You know Kira-Kun when I think about it, I'm pretty annoyed at you. You are the reason we are stuck here in the first place. Not only that Watari is dead because of you," L states coldly. It had taken that self-absorbed expression on Light's face to remember this man was not truly his friend. How could you even consider him to be a friend for even a second, he questioned.

Light looked down again for the second time. Swallowing loudly, he scratched the back of his neck giving L an anxious look "I really don't know what to say... I fucked up I don't even know how it even got to this point." He exclaimed refusing to look at L.

"At first, when the Death Note fell to the ground, I used it to kill bad people. It was something that made me feel like I was making a difference. I couldn't stand seeing these people doing such disgusting things and always getting away with it. I remember my father coming home every night looking older and older after witnessing all these horrible cases. I remember the dread on his face sometimes when he had to go in. Although he wouldn't admit it, my father is... my father was proud and wouldn't have let anyone know how he truly felt. I knew exactly what the punishments were going to be. All those cases where they were let off or got it too easy, it was sickening. I had grown tired of seeing good people suffer whilst evil people lived, waiting to be released to only continue to be cruel. It was truly disgusting. The legal system did not make it better, releasing rotten people for good behaviour when those bad people didn't have the balls to behave badly. Then there was those who faked good behaviour to get out sooner. It was truly repulsive to watch!" Kira growled, feeling all of his rage resurface.

He had spent many days trying to get rid of these feelings. God knows he had tried ever since he was little to accept the fact there were bad people. But let's face it even from the beginning before he had tested the notebook's power, he was intrigued at the idea that it could actually work. In fact, he needed it to work.

Light had been damn near perfect at everything, but he had lost his sense of joy for relishing over his own achievements. But being Kira was different. He found that he would gladly kill for himself. This was for him; this was something that meant something to him! Not to his parents or "friends". Not to those girls that would count all his achievements as reasons why Light was the perfect package for them. He had found something that was important, something that made him feel alive, that brought peace of mind. But the last shred of his humanity died when he killed L. Lind Taylor, it was then that he murdered a man he believed to be innocent. He believed it was L and he remembered the anger he felt when the man had called him "evil" the anger was too much for him to bear and that's when he had thrown away his morals completely. He had not only ruined himself, but he was responsible for killing those who didn't deserve it, he had gotten his father killed, his sister kidnapped and sent to a psychiatric hospital and this, of course, hurt his mother, the woman who had only supported him and was proud of him. The guilt that he had swallowed, starting to come up his throat and he felt it choking him.

He breathed in slowly gaining composure "But that is no excuse to harm you or Watari and I know it's not much but I'm truly sorry," Light sorrowfully said feeling his guilt rest in his stomach. L looked at him blankly he could see the emotions registering on Light's face. He practically saw the words and thoughts Light had, he knew that Light was in pain, broken and was swimming in guilt. He always wondered when Light would sink, after all he had done so much wrong. He knew he must have been in a numb state of repression, but he knew Light had never let himself feel. Since he had met him, Light appeared to always be in fight or flight mode. Everything he said and did was done for the purpose of survival, he never slipped up, he never let himself show any emotions. L could not help but relate to Light. L had been solving crimes for years and from working on cases he knew they were far from rejoiceful. It had been sickening at times and he knew that it brought him in terrible states as well as contributed to his insomnia. He could not fault Light's feelings. L felt his anger dissolve and his desire to make Light feel better grew.

"Forget it Light-Kun, it is all in the past, "L says gently. Light raised his head as if to say something but found himself apologetically smiling. "Now Light-Kun I wish to know more about manifesting. Show me how to do it, I wish for something sweet,"

"Okay I'll try and help you," he said sitting up. "Close your eyes. Now think of the thing you want. Now imagine it is with you let your senses become involved, smell it, taste it. Now believe it is here... Did you want a smartie?" L opens his eyes to see a singular sweet.

"Hmm... only one," L scowls. Before picking it up and eating it, tsking. L looked irritated, he had wanted a bowl of them, and here he was with one. It wasn't the fact that L had only managed to get one that was annoying, it was the tired feeling that came with manifesting it. Light couldn't bear seeing L scrawl, it had made him think L was behaving cute, which would certainly not do.

"Dear Lord. Stop pouting. You've made one, didn't you? You'll get better with practice, as well as rest," Light states feeling warmth grow in his cheeks.

"Kira-Kun is very testy right now, is it that he thinks of my unsuccessful attempt as a reminder of his own failure?" L says smiling, to this Light does something L never expected he would do. Light had turned to him and stuck his tongue out

"Isn't that a little immature? " L laughs.

"Perhaps," Light says throwing a smartie at L

"Now Light-Kun no throwing," Light grins evilly

"I thought you wanted smarties," he asks making a bunch rain on top of L before bursting out laughing. L sits there stunned before retrieving the sweets and eating them "That was very naughty Light-Kun," L exclaimed waging his finger in front of Light. Before drenching cold water all over Light grinning at his triumph.

"Ughh, really L really!" he says feeling cold.

"Light-Kun should wear something else before he freezes to death" Light chuckles at him "Sorry L but we're already dead can't get any deader," he says starting to remove his clothes. "Can't Light-Kun make more appear on his body instead of changing?" L asks "Why? Does me undressing make you uncomfortable?" Light asks teasingly.

"No of course not I just wish to know," he answered closing his eyes and turning slightly to the side with a blush on his face. Light smiled "I have to remove my clothes to manifest new ones" he answers.

"You know you don't have to watch me I'm not your Kira suspect anymore," Light says almost singing it. L freezes before looking away realizing what he had been doing. Ha Light thought. "All finished," he adds. Turning to L's flushed face smiling to himself. Why was he so cute when he blushes Light questioned.

"You know L even though you're a stubborn pest, I kind of like you being around," Light said surprising himself. Did I really say that? He asked himself looking back up to L noticing his expression.

The look on L's face showed he was touched. Never had anyone said anything so nice to him. From hearing other people's opinions on him he could say their opinions had been more than unsatisfactory. He recalled Naomi Misora and what she had told him a couple of months before the Kira case. He remembered asking about his double Beyond Birthday, he was only curious. Beyond was a man that looked so incredibly similar to him. His actions, his quirks, and even the way he spoke were close to identical. To this question he had gotten the most critical and heart-wrenching answer that he had ever heard.

"Creepy and pathetic... if we divided everyone in the world into those that would be better off dead and those that wouldn't there's no doubt in my mind that he'd be the former. Such a complete freak that it amazes me he hasn't killed himself," Stated Misora.

It had made L feel inadequate and useless as if he were nothing. But here stood Light gleaming at him and complimenting him. He held his gaze at Light before rising from his seat embracing him. Light was frozen, but he soon regained control of his arms and hugged L back smelling the sweet scent in L's hair. Coconut? What an intoxicating smell he thought. Smelling his hair much deeper this time he found himself wanting to play with it. L's grip slightly tightened he had never really been the hugging type but the way he felt inside he knew he had missed out all those years. All that time staying alone but at this moment he had been struck by Lights words. Why? They weren't particularly sweet words.

"You know L even though you're a stubborn pest, I actually kind of like you being around". It was then he felt Light's fingers moving up towards his neck. "Light..." he started feeling Light's soft lips kiss his forehead. It had happened so fast L had wondered whether he had imagined it. L felt the chair distort and transform into a soft couch under him. Light moved the detective back, tracing his finger softly down his cheek. L felt a shiver along his spine as his head started to cloud over. Looking into Light's eyes he could see that they were clouded with something he had never seen before.

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flipsideds · 4 years

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“ oh, haha... ” a default response to a very non-default situation –– a little post-show, barside rendez-vous with an older man who insists nour has been singing to directly to him the entire night. “ flirting ? i... ”

gentle eyes gloss over the banquet hall’s dimmed lights, bright smiles, flickering electric candles... “ . . . what’s that ? ” and then he’s off, gin and tonic in hand. three strides and it’s already half-drained. yikes.

or, alternatively : greetings loved ones!! my name is linc ( 21 / est / she/her ) and here is the ever so graceful, ever so unintentionally magnetic nour al-busiri! below the cut you’ll find a messy run-down. i am so excited to plot & write with all of you !!

( i’m scheduled for a tonsillectomy tomorrow so i’m gonna be so grateful for the distraction, y’all have no idea. )

if you want some great mood-setters for this beb’s backstory / insight into his soul, slap on some jacob collier, kevin garrett, or charlie burg ‘n let’s get cookin’ !

so this is all copy-pasted from a discord chat with devon bc i improvised nour’s entire life story over a span of... 10 minutes ?? bahaha pls enjoy i apologize in advance. ( i also put this in normal text size bc it is v long and i don’t want anyone hurting their eyes !! protect dem beautiful retinas <3 )

h i s t o r y .

his parents met in grade school in egypt, but then didn't reconnect until their masters studies crossed paths in london... immediately fell head over heels again ( had they been searching for one another in crowds since being 6-7 years old?? maybe... ). graduated top of their class, accepted job offers in london in the biopharmaceutical realm. but then. when nour was 3...

they were involved in a freak monorail accident on their way back from a science conference in amsterdam. the babysitter paid 80 quid to watch the kids for two nights became their sole protector in this world. british authorities had trouble contacting other kin, but managed to reach mr. al-busiri's mother, rashida, who was still living in dahab with her second husband, zaim.

the al-busiri's came from old money. so off nour goes ( and potentially his older bro if i decide he exists... potential wc with a rami malek fc tbh ) to live in the city which, unbeknownst to him, sparked his parents' storybook love.

so nour grows up in this like... picturesque seaside childhood. collects shells. bonds with his grandmother and her husband. they encourage him with school, etc. but he quickly shows that he excels at maths and... music? wow. that's unexpected. gets his first piano at 5. first guitar at 6. by 8 1/2, he's managed to hodge-podge together a little recording studio for himself in his bedroom, and he's constantly serenading his friends at school.

( death tw / illness tw ) then comes zaim's stroke. he lives for four months after, but he loses his ability to speak. his motor skills deteriorate. nour and his grandmother do their best to tend to him –– she's already about 40% down the macular degeneration path, but hasn't told him yet that her vision's going. so 10 y/o nour does what he does best: unconditional love and support, delivered through the gift of song. zaim dies after requesting his favorite song: 'blackbird' by the beatles, sung in verses alternating from english to arabic.

after, it's just nour and rashida against the world ( maybe his brother too bergorghre if i decide he's a thing ) . rashida's forced to come clean about her vision the day she can't for the life of her find the bloody pen she just put down so she can finish signing off on nour's choir trip permission slip. ( it's right next to her, to her left, just out of her closing field of vision. ) things progress more rapidly after that. by the time nour's 16, his grandmother is legally blind. it's not an uncommon sight to see him at the markets or strolling along the beach with her on his arm. she refuses canes as long as nour's around. ( “ don't rob me of my youth, nuri-nuri [ my light ] ” )

despite her growing dependency on him, she encourages him to apply to unis all over the globe. by the time college apps roll around, nour is somewhat of a local household name: he plays summer concerts, coffee shops, and is even asked to play at his teacher's wedding ceremony –– and his neighbor's cat funeral.

acceptances roll in. julliard. berkeley. chicago school of music. he chooses chicago, because there's someone there. someone he connected with online a few years back, a friend, but... could turn into something more. this hopeless romantic heedlessly ventures off to find out if this boy in chicago might... be someone. something more.

spoiler alert: he gets to chicago, starts music school. and each meet-up they set? gets pushed. sometimes it's traffic. a cold. transit trouble. can't get work off, sorry. things with ma are really tough. the excuses kept coming but... nour's naive. he believes every word. but in his second year of uni, things....... start getting suspicious. by chance, he spots this man in the window of a coffee shop downtown. overjoyed, he texts as much. but ... messages go read and unanswered. phone calls dwindle.

his music suffers. so does his muse. so much so that he's tempted to drop out, to throw in the towel, to just...... go back home. he speaks with his grandmother each day on the phone. she's doing well, stop worrying, nuri-nuri, your uncle is taking good care of me. nour goes on dates. thinks about chicago boy. thinks about him a lot.

he's 20 when it happens. sat on a stage in a little dive bar, tuning his acoustic guitar for an opening number, and there. those eyes. he knows them.

they talk after the show, in the alley. share a cigarette. and it's almost like... maybe things are finally clicking. maybe this is finally their shot.

except chicago boy ( neil ) says they have to stop talking. that he had to just... see nour for himself. see that he's real. hear him sing, and... move on. nour doesn't buy it. pushes back. asks why the hell neil'd come out now only to slink back to the shadows. things get heated. neil yells. and the men... the men who hear and come running ? they think nour is the cause of it all.

( hate crime tw, violence tw ) how many kicks does it take to break to the center of a broken heart ? twelve. how many broken ribs does it take to immobilize a probably terrorist, dude ? four. shattered wrist. snapped ankle. broken arm. cracked skull. and neil scuttles off like nour's bad meat. bad blood. like he asked for this.

chicago school of music receives a call from weiss memorial three days later.

nour never gets his degree. he breaks his apartment lease. flies home after he heals, spends a year with his grandmother and uncle. just... creating. writing, playing, trying to fill that void with something. but then things with his uncle get heated. he wants to put his own mother in a home, sell the estate, pocket the cash. nour fights it, but he's got no legal bearing.

the nursing home concept never takes hold, though, because his grandmother's still sharp as shit and refuses to sign anything nour doesn't read first. eventually the uncle grows tired of fighting and stops trying, just... slinks back to his husband and keeps his mouth shut. nour's grandmother pressures him to go back to chicago, make that city wish he never left. take back his own story. together they work to find a live-in aide they trust. freshly 22, nour ventures back to the city that broke him.

he finds cheap housing, a gig. the malnati, seems legit. good money. good exposure. and then he meets @ryderxmms –– they form one night stand. when not scheduled for malnati banquets, you can find nour providing vocals ( and occasional keys ) in the dive bars / parties the band lands gigs at.

g e n e r a l .

nour creates like food and drink don’t exist, sunlight is an illusion, and all the human body needs for sustenance is sound. he can find his way around just about any instrument under the sun, but his main poisons are piano, acoustic guitar, and digital recording tools –– think jacob collier and you’re right on the money.

actually, i’m stealing a lot of jacob collier discography and pegging it as his creations. this kid’s got an experimental sound and loves it.

he grew up speaking english and arabic equally, but because he learned english in london and then continued in egypt, he does have a mild brit-arab accent. it’s v cute, i promise.

looks like he’d be a total lothario, yeah ?? but. he’s so shy ? so sweet ? get him on a stage and he’s shameless but plop him in a bar and eye him up and he’ll honestly just smile nervously and pretend you’re looking at someone else.

love languages : singing to his succulents and plants before his 5am morning runs. facetime calls at times least convenient for him, but most convenient for you. little notes written on napkins, smiley face doodles included. candy bars. lingering a little longer in doorways after saying hello, just to see you smile.

he’s got major water sign vibes. birthday comin’ up in march, woot woot !!

he often wears very simple statement pieces. he likes rings, crystal pendants, leather bracelets. soft tees layered with embroidered jackets, metallic blazers. somehow he pulls off mixed media and crazy prints that should never go together ? he just... is so easy breezy.

he often wears his hair wild ‘n curly, unless the gig he’s got mandates a more streamlined look.

falls in love.... 14 times a day ?? really.

has a scar across his left temple from the incident with neil. will probably write it off as a bike riding accident. ( he doesn’t know how to ride a bike. )

don’t let him cook ever, okay ?? unless you want him to literally do this.

pls come at me for all the plots ? i’m so open for all the things !!! y’all got me on discord, so feel free to slide on into my dms. i promise i will be so thrilled <3

#intro.#☼ –– gimme that afterglow ! inspo.

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years

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Poly Wanna? Ch. 4

My masterpost is coming soon, my loves. I have to work an additional day this week, so I don’t know how tired I’ll be, but we currently have a teenager on suicide/self harm watch, so I most definitely will not likely be working on any type of updates during my work hours. In the meantime, I decided to try to finish this chapter up, and hopefully we’re all still having a good time. Should be able to get more into all 3 in the same room again within the next couple of chapters.

@adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @ciara-knightly @cactus-con @up-the-tube @riebellion @itsyaapollochild@oof–musicals @lesbian-so-what @woahjusttakeiteasy-man @meadowstryingtobepretty @imma-sensitive-btch @okaygal21 @midernacht @divinereign4ever @xoxoemille

Jasper, Interrupted

Jasper didn’t know if he wanted to do the interview for the show at Henry’s place, as Henry invited everyone to do. Instead, he told them to just video call him and they could record that. He liked to be within his own element and he had made his home a safe space for him emotionally and mentally. He sort of had to, after his time spent with Henry. To say that Henry did this to him, was unfair and exaggerated. Sometimes, it had felt like that, but Jasper was now of the mindset that whatever things he accepted from others was what he should expect from others. Therefore, what he expected from others became all that he would accept from others. The call came through his computer and he answered it, smiling, “Hello! Hi. I’m Jasper,” he said.

“Hi, Jasper!” A team of three - two guys and a woman said in unison.

One of the guys said, “Basically, we just ask you a few questions, you can say as much or as little as you wish to at this point. Keep in mind that your answers will help us to decide what degree of exposure that we want to give you on the show, and also that anything said here may possibly be brought into the show, as per the contract that we emailed you.”

“Got it,” he said and absentmindedly pressed his hand against a pinscreen that he had nearby, playing the pins to one side, then the other.

“Okay,” the woman said, glancing at the pinscreen he was using briefly, “Tell us about Jasper Dunlop.”

He paused his hand and furrowed his eyebrows, “Like… My life story, or like a resume?”

“It’s up to you!” She cheered.

He hadn’t even thought about what he would say. He thought interview and that they would ask questions and he would answer… Which, ge supposed that this was a form of questioning, but dang it, it was so vague. When he was younger, he used to spout out what he considered interesting facts about himself - his weird big toe, his eleventh toe, his affinity for buckets, his sweat gland condition… But, as he got older and more aware of himself, none of those things were necessarily interesting. They just were. Though… they hadn’t told him to tell them something interesting about Jasper, just “tell us about Jasper.” They were staring as he processed all of this.

‘If I were being impulsive, like I usually am, I’d have said that I have attachment issues and abandonment issues. I date women that remind me of my mother and men that remind me of my father, and yet I can’t stand to be in the room with either of them and whenever I am, both of them remind me of the various ways that I am a disappointment to them. I should tell them to shove it. But, I also have approval issues.’

“I’m not gifted at thinking on the spot. I’ve been known to say some pretty hilariously stupid things for having the bad habit of speaking before thinking…” Instead of saying it apologetically, he went ahead and just stated it like things that he was listing off “about Jasper, and that helped him to have a better flow with his little facts. “My go to karaoke song is 5 Fingaz to the Face by Dr. Rhapsody, I know the word “bucket” in 46 different languages. I eat fries. I have no idea what you want from this vague question. Also nachos. I eat those, too.”

The woman smiled at him, one of the guys chuckled. The third went on to ask, “How would you describe your connection to Henry Hart?”

Jasper blinked his eyes and shook his head, “I don’t think I would describe our existence on this plane as a connection, these days. We were once best friends. We aren’t now. We’re not enemies, and there’s no bad blood, but there was enough deconstruction of the friendship parameters that our status has been altered.”

“But, you’re his ex right? One of his exes?” The man wondered.

“That is one small fragment of the long past that we’ve built and torn down,” Jasper said, with a slight smile. ‘Henry’s hit that,’ he thought to himself. ‘There’s always a possibility when you meet someone through Henry that if Henry hasn’t hit it, he’s either dated, dabbled, or dallied with them. This dude just screams butthurt fuckbuddy.’ “I’m sure that I don’t have to tell you that Henry gets around.” The embarrassment on the man’s face confirmed Jasper’s suspicions. He went on, “One ex to Henry from years ago is like someone that a normal person might have run into at a party one night. Fleeting and inconsequential.” Jasper smiled wider at the guy. Maybe downplaying that relationship would make the dude feel better about whatever torch he was carrying for him.

The woman said, “Well, Henry had a much different POV of your relationship.”

“That makes sense. He’s a much different person than me. It’d be ridiculous for him to have the same POV.”

“He said that the two of you were best friends who fell deeply in love and that he hurt you and pushed you away,” she reported, looking at her notes. They were trying to gauge Jasper’s reaction to that. ‘That was one way of putting it. Another way of putting it was that Jasper was in love with him for years and presumed it would never happen, then it did and he thought it would last forever, because he’d wanted it so badly and because he’d done everything that he possibly could have to make Henry happy. Nothing makes Henry happy. Nobody. And when it ended, there were at least a few accounts that would tell you that Jasper “tried to kill himself.” That wasn’t actually true. Jasper tried to silence his thoughts. He tried to numb his pain. He didn’t care if he died, but he wasn’t trying to do it, no… Tell that to his mother. She was the one who found him. “Just some liquor and pills. That shouldn’t have been so toxic! I once got bit by a death snake!” he’d told her. Then, she thought that he was losing his mind and needed to be committed. Fortunately, after 72 hours, they decided that he really didn’t need to be.

“Does that sound right?” The woman asked.

“That sounds like his POV,” Jasper answered, hoping that what he was just thinking about wasn’t covered in Henry’s testimonial. “But, it’s honestly behind the both of us now. I’m with someone. He’s living his life. I don’t want him. He doesn’t want me.” The scorned one scoffed a little and the woman made a face like she knew a secret, but was happy to keep it, so long as you knew she had it. “So, I know that grumpy cat here must’ve had his moment with Henry, what about you two?”

“We’re not being interviewed,” The woman said, meaning she did. The other guy made a face to indicate that he clearly hadn’t and the idea was ridiculous to him.

Jasper nodded, “You’re right. It’s me. Got more questions for me?”

“What is your current relationship like?” Once again, he had to lose himself in his thoughts, so that he didn’t admit that it was absolutely terrifying. That he and Charlotte had never been so close before and now that they were, he was afraid to ever lose her, or to find out that she wasn’t as in love as he was. That had happened to him before. It was humiliating and shocking to his system.

Jasper was in love with Henry. He wasn’t sure when he realized it. He didn’t know if he had known for a while and avoided it, or if he had accepted it and was fine with it not going anywhere, because it was Henry and Henry just wasn’t a relationship sort of person. Sophomore year of high school, Charlotte had read a study about sex in college, and she became stressed out about the risks. “Are you two having sex?” She asked, flat out.

Jasper blushed and looked at Henry. They had kissed before, experimentally. They had even spoken about how they’d date each other, several times, and they had made out a few times during sleepovers. Henry didn’t even bat an eye at the question. He chuckled and asked, “What, with each other? No.”

She scrunched her face up in confusion and shook her head, because why would she be asking if they were having sex with each other? “But, are the three of us still virgins, or not?” She rephrased her concerns.

“I am,” Jasper said.

Henry clasped his hands together and asked, “Are you asking specifically about penetration?”

She placed her hands on his cheeks and got him to look at her, “Henry. Have you had sex?”

“Not sexual intercourse,” he said through puckered lips, pressed out by her hard cheek squeezing.

“Okay! So, we are all virgins. Here is what I propose. If by some chance we still are by the time we graduate, our first times should be in this circle.”

“This is a triangle,” Henry joked, red in the face just thinking about that, with either of them…

“You’ve both got two years to get it done or be mentally prepared to possibly be the person who has to take one for the team and tap this.”

“Take one for the team?” Jasper repeated. At the same time, Henry said, “That sounds like a reward.”

She didn’t reply to either of their comments, but added on to what she was saying, “And if either of you already have a girlfriend or something at that time, then by default, it’s gotta be the other one. I loathe cheating.”

“What if one of us has a boyfriend?” Jasper wondered.

“You tryin’ to tell us something, Bro?” Henry asked and tilted his head, curiously. Jasper furrowed his eyebrows and just stared at him. Why was he acting brand new? He knew that Jasper was into boys. He had been one of the boys that he’d shown interest in.

But, Char simply said, “That would be cheating, wouldn’t it?” She rolled her eyes shook her head and walked away saying, “It’s probably gonna be him. Dear God, let me be mentally prepared for that…”

Jasper yelled, “I can hear you lamenting over having sex with me!” She looked at him, shocked as others in the hallway turned and gasped. Jasper hid his face in his locker. Henry laughed and caught up with Charlotte. Jasper sighed. It was probably gonna be Henry. Charlotte didn’t even like Jasper like that, not that he thought at the time that she liked Henry, but he could tell that she simply wasn’t remotely interested in him, at least. It was a shame, because Jasper always thought that Charlotte was super pretty and while her rough demeanor and snappy attitude should have probably turned him off of her, he liked her a little bit more for it. She reminded him of his mom. But! Then, he thought about how messed up that was and well… Wait. Then, he thought about how messed up it was that Henry just acted like he didn’t know that he liked boys, and well… Was he doing that to save face in front of Charlotte, or to force Jasper out of the closet? Why would he want to do either of those things? If Jasper sat there thinking all day, he wouldn’t get anything done. It was better for him to just leave his locker and head to class.

By the end of senior year, there were a few changes. He and Henry had become the closest of friends, with Charlotte and Henry’s friendship being less engaging than before, but Henry was frequently all up in Charlotte’s space, meanwhile, Jasper had a crush on him. Jasper wasn’t a fool. He knew that Henry didn’t like him like that, even though he sometimes showed him affection, Henry was just really bad at being a boyfriend and never seemed to want to be involved with anybody after a few days of passion and excitement. That was simply the nature of the beast and despite that, Jasper had feelings growing.

So, whenever Schwoz kept asking Henry and Charlotte about whether or not they were dating, when the guys laughed about Char’s weird behavior whenever Henry was “asking her to marry him,” and just the general weirdness of that time when it seemed like his two best friends were getting to a level that he could not ascend with them to, he just held his peace and watched, pretending that he was imagining it.

They were going to move into an apartment after graduation. None of them had friends, significant others, or plans to go too far from Swellview, so they did the thing that friends do. They started looking for an apartment whenever they started looking for prom and graduation stuff. Charlotte was busy with college prep. Henry was busy with Kid Danger. So, Jasper wound up being the one to look into stuff for them. It was difficult.

Swellview had a pretty good economy, because people who probably shouldn’t have been able to afford their homes based upon the work that they went into or the amount of time that they worked… with their budget, Jasper wasn’t sure how they were supposed to make this work. So, he went to Charlotte to show her his findings and ask her what she thought. She looked things over and said, “We could probably find a house for cheaper than this, Jasper,” and shook her head, “I’ll find an apartment. Don’t worry about it.” He felt stupid, like he sometimes did whenever she treated him like he messed something up that she had to fix. He wasn’t asking her to fix it. He was telling her that this was the best that was out there.

“I worked really hard to find that. I don’t think that there’s anything else that you might find other than…” and she pointed to her computer screen.

Charlotte got up off the seat and walked off, and barked, “Call them.”

Jasper looked at the screen and looked at his list. This wasn’t on his list, so maybe he missed it. He went back through where he was searching, and sure enough, this listing had been on his list and he’d just missed it. That was his mistake. He had problems focusing sometimes and missed out on information, but jeesh… Charlotte could be nicer about it. It had only taken her a few moments to find it. Why had she given the assignment to him, anyway? He fumed and dialed the number to the apartment listing. He heard Henry’s voice, so his natural response was to look for him and to say hi. He was on the phone with the apartment people when he di find Henry and Charlotte huddled up and she was saying, “I just can’t see how it’s still a good idea at this point. He doesn’t listen well. He doesn’t pay attention. He doesn’t think things through. He is an adult now, Henry. You won’t be home most of the time, which means, I’ll have to pick up his slack. If you want to live with him so bad, you two can get a place and I’ll get my own.”

“It’s supposed to be the big 3,” Henry said.

“Well, I’m not his mother, Dude. I’m already on board for a double degree program. I can’t come home to remind Jasper that he needs to put on his big boy undies everyday.” She walked off and Henry called out to her, but she kept going.

Jasper hung up his phone, took a sad swallow and put on his cheerful voice, “Hey, Henry!” He said.

Henry was startled, but turned to face him with a smile and said, “Heyyy, Jasp! What’s up? Char told me that you two found a promising location. Did you get the chance to call them?” Jasper stared at him. Was he really not going to tell him all of the stuff that Charlotte had just said about him? And with a straight face, no less? There was no sign whatsoever from Henry that Charlotte had just been complaining about living with Jasper and basically saying that she didn’t want to.

Jasper wondered, “We are all three still doing it, aren’t we?”

Henry faltered for a moment, “What? Yeah, Bud! Of course we are. Char’s in a bad mood though, so don’t ask her about it right now. I’ll talk to her later, but we’re definitely doing the 3 of us in an apartment thing.” Henry patted him on the shoulder, smiled and headed into the Man Cave. Henry smiled to his face, looked him in the eye and lied to him without so much as a blink. If he had thought better about things, like Charlotte was complaining about, he would have known that Henry was lying. If he would have been paying attention, like Charlotte was complaining about, there would have been no other explanation for what he overheard and what Henry said to him right after. He would have known that the three of them weren’t going to make it in an apartment together. But, he cheered, “Okay, good!” Because, he wanted to believe that his best friend had this handled and even though his other best friend seemed annoyed by him, that she was just in a bad mood and didn’t mean anything by it.

The only available spot for what they would be able to afford was a 2 bedroom place, 2 bathroom space. Charlotte said, “Oh, boo! Looks like I won’t be able to room up with you two.” She said it in an exaggerated sadness, so that they both knew that she wasn’t actually upset about that, at all.

Henry shook his head and said, “Nonsense. They always have a living room in those places. One of us can just take the living room. I’m fine with that. I’ll probably be working as Kid Danger a lot of the time, anyway.”

“Working as Kid Danger, then coming in bone tired and nasty and musty and crashing in the living room - pur shared community space?”

“Even if I had a bedroom, I’d crash in the living room, because that’s where the TV will be.”

“And whenever somebody wants to watch TV, we’ll what, just turn it down low, because you’ll be sleeping off getting your butt beat on the couch that everyone is supposed to share?”

“He could crash in my room!” Jasper offered. Henry and Charlotte both looked at him and he felt like it must’ve been a weird suggestion… but it couldn’t have been more weird than Kid Danger crashing on the couch because he didn’t have a room of his own where he paid rent!

“We’ll keep looking,” Henry said. Charlotte shook her head and folded her arms, muttering something like That means I’LL have to look, like I don’t have better things to do… “I’LL keep looking!” Henry said and rubbed her thigh. She fought a smile and pulled her leg away from him. Jasper noticed that, but it didn’t really occur to him that was an intimate gesture. They were in each other’s space a lot. Henry was a touchy feely person. Charlotte’s little smirk was off, but maybe she was just relieved that Henry was going to do the work and search…

So, they got to the end of the year. They went to a graduation party that was crashed by a villain and Captain Man and Kid Danger were called in to clear things up. Charlotte and Jasper served as the backup and whenever the coast was clear, the three met back up and headed towards their hotel room. They had plans and Charlotte decided that they should just spend the weekend somewhere besides home, since they hadn’t made a final decision on their apartment status yet. The hotel room was nice, fancy, and clean. Basically the only type of hotel that they would expect Charlotte to sleep in.

She went to wash up in her suite, and told them to go wash up in theirs, then come over. She said it, like she was talking to Jasper, but he didn’t notice that it was aimed at him. Henry raised his eyebrows, smiled and asked Jasper, “You know what she’s doing right?”

“Washing up for the night?”

“Yeah, but… remember your virginity pact?” Jasper took a step back. He had NOT remembered it. Henry smiled, “Why do you look so bothered? You’re gonna have your first time with CHARLOTTE! That’s awesome.”

“I wasn’t prepared for that!” Jasper said. “I can’t!”

“Of course you can. I can give you pointers...”

Charlotte got the room ready, washed up, got herself ready, made sure that she had the necessary supplies, and dressed up in a nice little chemise, with her hair up. She would be able to say that her first time was with one of her best friends. That she loved him. That she was responsible. Everything was beautiful. She sighed and began to nervously bounce around. He was taking too long. What were they even doing over there? She grabbed the night robe and threw it on, slid into her slippers and went to their suite to knock. She planned on doing it more gently, but wound up knocking hard.

Henry opened the door, glistening from the shower, with a smile. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey… Is Jasper gonna come over, or… did you have some other plans… together?” She asked, peeking in to see Jasper sprawled out on the bed, laying on his back, with nothing but a towel covering him. Had they showered together? She knew that there was something going on there, but hell… was she the only virgin left in this trio tonight?

Henry stepped out into the hallway and smiled softly, “He’s scared.”

“Of what?”

“Failing. You know how you can be when he doesn’t do something right. He doesn’t want his first time to get him fussed at and give him a complex.”

“I fuss at him a lot less than he deserves!” She snapped, loudly. Henry shushed her. “Don’t you SHHHHHH me!” She said and took a swing at him. He caught her little fist, laughed and pulled her to him. Then, he kissed her on the lips. It caught her off guard. They had been doing a dance for a while, but Henry was no virgin and that wasn’t part of the pact. Then again, Jasper had never agreed to the pact, so… she kissed Henry back and he gently hoisted her up and carried her back to her suite.

Henry sat her on the bed and said, “I can go get Jasper, and I can help him out, if that’s what you want?”

“That sounds awkward,” She said, thinking about her mother telling her about choosing one. Anything else was cheating, or that the very least unwise and a little dirty. She didn’t want those associations with her first time, and Jasper had already rejected her. She couldn’t blame him. She was a little short with him at times, but she figured that he was used to her being hard, by now. She certainly didn’t think it would make him turn her down for something so important that she thought they were going to be able to do together, as friends, and to be honest, she was kind of hurt that he thought she might fuss at him when SHE didn’t know what she was doing either! “I just can’t believe that Jasper turned me down,” she sniffled.

“He didn’t turn you down. He’s scared. I’m sure we can talk him into it.”

“You mean coerce him? No thanks. I’m not a rapist, you weirdo.”

“Well, I know I don’t fit the criteria of your image of your first time, but… I am both willing and available,” Henry said. She looked around the room at the set up. She had these cute little buckets of rose petals that she’d spread everywhere, some with candles lit in them, and one with a bottle of wine that she had gotten as a graduation gift. She shrugged her shoulders, bashfully. She was definitely less confident about this with Henry than she would have been with Jasper.

In her mind, as long as he was clean, Jasper would have probably been more gentle, easier on her, nicer, and it would have been the perfect levels of, ‘What the fuck are we doing?’ for them to both laugh at themselves and still enjoy each other. With Henry… He was… well, he was a player. He was probably skilled. He may or may not have had an unsafe encounter. It wasn’t what she wanted her first time to be! But… she had actually chosen him, before, if it was gonna come to this, not realizing that the choice had to go both ways, when she’d decided. She supposed, rationally, this was better than some pothead when she got to the university and was so busy and tired that she tried it out for kicks. “Okay,” she said. “Just… be easy on me, okay?”

“Charlotte, I’m going to treat you like a queen, okay?”

Jasper got up after Henry had been gone a while. He guessed he needed some alone time to think, without Henry repeatedly telling him how stupid it was that he wasn’t rushing over to Char’s room and “blowing her back out.” But, Henry didn’t understand stuff like this. Henry didn’t really let people get close to him. He didn’t know how terrifying the idea of crossing a line with someone you value and making it to where you could lose them in the capacity that you have them… Henry had as few real connections as Jasper did, but Henry also had another life. He had a persona. He had someone that he could become whenever nobody was there for him and nobody loved him and it was just a bubble away. If he got lonely, he could just become Kid Danger and have a flock of fans. Jasper had to sit with his. So, he didn’t want to lose one of the two people who gave him the comfort of company and he didn’t want to let her down, either.

Jasper put his hand up to knock on her door, but he heard her making sounds and paused. He put his ear against the door to see if he was just tripping, or if something was happening over there… But, it was clear. Even though he had never heard her voice in this way before, he knew that it was her, and he knew that other moan too. That was definitely Henry. Jasper backed away from the door and covered his mouth with both hands, telling himself not to cry. It was okay. This was bound to happen, and they both still loved him and they both would still be his friend…

Unfortunately, things changed between them. Henry in particular was trying to include Jasper, but it was always very clear that he preferred his time alone with Charlotte and she was still sore that Jasper “sent Henry to reject her.” No matter how many times both of them told her that wasn’t exactly what happened.

After a couple of weeks, Jasper announced, “I’m not gonna move into the apartment.” Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and Henry looked relieved, but he was pretending it was sad and that he wanted Jasper to do this with the 3 of them so badly. He didn’t fight him on it like he’d fought Char whenever she didn’t want in, and Jasper just made up some excuse and bowed out. Henry and Charlotte moved in together, and they got a one bedroom place, on the third floor. Jasper didn’t come to visit much, but whenever he did, they were super domestic and one of the times that he did, he and Henry were playing videogames when Charlotte got home.

“Gonna be in here doing that all night?” She asked.

“No. I’m definitely gonna come to bed, probably,” Henry said.

Charlotte nodded and said, “Well, don’t wake me up for anything. I have a test in the morning.” Henry paused the game, got up and went to help her out of her jacket and give her a kiss on the lips, “I promise, I won’t wake you, Babe.” Jasper choked on his popsicle.

Now… IF he had been paying attention, if he had thought about it, the fact that he knew that they had slept together that night in the hotel room, the fact that they had moved into a one bedroom apartment, and the fact that she had just asked him about coming to bed should have been indicators that they were involved. But, for whatever reason, it didn’t occur to him until that kiss and the way that Henry said, “Babe.”

“If you get popsicle on my carpet, I’m going to murder you,” Charlotte said. Jasper got up quickly to rush into the kitchen. “Check on him, before he chokes to death,” she told Henry, shaking her head at their poor, overgrown child of a friend. Henry was on it and she went to bed…

“Jasper, are you okay?” Jasper heard. It was a woman’s voice. He shook himself out of the memory and laughed at himself. He was home, and the interview crew was on the computer screen, during a video call.

“Sorry, I sometimes get so involved in making sure that I actually pay attention and that I’m sure to think about something that I overthink and get lost in my thoughts. Uhh, my current relationship is… surprisingly wonderful. Charlotte and I have a lot of history, some of it is pretty painful, but where we both are now is perfect. We probably should have done this a long time ago, but then again, we would have been completely different people. We were completely different people…” He didn’t realize how much it still stung to think about the way that he for whatever reason was so in love with Henry, but Henry didn’t care about him like that and slid in and made a life with a girl that he probably could have had one with, if he had just been a little bit more attentive, a little bit more thoughtful. He brushed that away and smiled, well… he had her now.

The crew smiled. “Is there something that you care about and would like it to be what an audience gains from watching you?” The woman asked.

This interview had made him think about his heartbreak and his unwillingness to feel it again, but they were probably looking more along the lines of a catchphrase or tagline. He thought for a moment and said, “I’m sensitive, and I’ve been hurt before, but I’m never going to allow myself to be hurt the way that I’ve been hurt before, again.”

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Secrets and Sins 12

This is not your normal TRR story. This is a complete AU. A mobster AU. It’s also written in a reader format, not a MC format. (Y/N = Your Name. Y/L/N = Your Last Name) Enjoy!

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye. Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,840 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Liam x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Possible NSFW content in later chapters. Flashbacks of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse. Possible triggering thoughts, feelings and moments. Accounts of an accident. Probably more warnings to come.

A/N: *throws canon out the damn window* YEET.

Alright guys and gals, this is the second to last chapter of this series. There will only be one other chapter after this one, plus the epilogue! Thank you all so much for the continued love and support of both myself and this series! Lot’s more fun full TRR AU’s in the works for you guys, the next one i’ll start posting in about a week or two. So stay tuned! And enjoy!!

You woke up bright and early, again. Feeling just as relaxed and calm as the morning before. Maybe even more this time, now that you were starting to feel more at home here. More settled. You stretched and yawned then pulled yourself, reluctantly out of bed. Padding to the bathroom to throw yourself in a much needed shower. Tonight was the Gala and you knew it would take you a little while to prepare for it, whenever it actually started. You paused midway through changing realizing you had no idea when you needed to be ready for. You finished undressing as you made a mental note to ask Liam when the function was.

After your shower, you blow dried your hair and left it down so it wouldn’t crinkle before you could have the change to style it. You pulled on a pair if light wash jeans and a white tank top then headed for the kitchen to get some breakfast. You entered the kitchen and found all the usual suspects standing around talking amongst themselves. “Morning” you said as you walked over to the coffee maker to grab a cup.

“Morning” they all said in unison.

Mara walked up next to you “You excited for tonight?” She asked.

You poured the coffee into a mug “Yeah, actually. Really excited.” You smiled.

“Do you have a dress for it?”

You laughed “Oh! I totally forgot to tell you. I figured out what Liam’s question meant yesterday morning. Turns out he had Regina pick up some dresses for me to pick from.”

She laughed “That’s actually really sweet of him.”

“Right?” You added your cream and sugar, then took a sip to test out the ratios, they were perfect. “Really sweet.” You both walked to the other side of the kitchen and through the open french doors to sit in the outside living area with your coffee, as the guys were talking loudly about this and that, and you both could barely hear your own thoughts over their school girl gossiping.

“He really likes you.” Mara mused as she took a sip of her coffee. Her eyes locked on you.

You heard her, but you questioned what she meant anyways “What do you mean?” You raised a questioning brow at her.

“I’ve never seen him like this with a woman before,” she paused “Or anyone for that matter.” She added with a laugh.

Part of you felt like you should keep your feelings to yourself, at least the ones pertaining to Liam. But at the same time, who better to voice your concerns to, then a long time friend of Liams. Maybe she could ease your mind, even just a little.

“He makes me nervous.” you admitted then took a sip of your coffee.

She nodded “I can understand that, he is in a pretty intimidating position. And with everything you have, and are going through, being wary of him is smart. Safe.” She took another sip “But I have known Liam for years, since before his mother died. He was a sweet kid, but her death changed him. And not for the better.“

“I know a little about his mothers murder, not much though.”

She stared off at the backyard as she spoke “There isn’t much to tell. She was murdered and it destroyed Liam. He fell into a really dark place and pushed a lot of people away for years. Then Connie died and it was like the final nail in the coffin. He snapped and we all didn’t think he’d ever come back from that.” She paused then turned to you “That is, until he came home from Leo’s club one night, talking about a woman he met. Then as the days went on, he started to change more and more. It was like he had started to find himself again.”

“Wait, are you saying that I had something to do with him finding himself again?” You furrowed your brows, confused.

“Honestly, yeah.” She shrugged “That’s exactly what I’m saying. You bring something out in him. Something good. Something none of us have seen in him in years.”

“Wow.” It was about all you could say to that.

She chuckled “No pressure though, you have to do what you feel is right for yourself. And even if that isn’t to see where things go between you both, you started a shift in him and I know he will continue to find himself slowly, with or without you.” She nodded, as if she truly did believe what she was saying.

“I really like him, Mara. I do. But I just don’t know if I am ready for anything. I don’t know if I’ll be able to give him what he needs.” You paused to collect your scattered thoughts for a moment “I don’t want to waste his time, just to figure out in a few months that I wasn’t ready.” You said quietly.

“Y/N, he has been sitting basically frozen in time for years. Unable to open up, unable to let anyone in, aside from Drake, until you came along. If you aren’t ready, that’s totally fine. Take the time you need, but I can almost guarantee he will be waiting when you finally are ready.”

“Really?” You asked sceptically. Why anyone would just wait around for someone was beyond you. Not when there are so many people in this world.

“Really.” She affirmed “You’re different to him. And I can see it in your eyes when you look at him, that he is different to you as well.” She smirked as you started to blush a little from her words.

“He is.” You said softly as you took another sip of your coffee. “Which scares the fucking shit out of me.” You added.

“I bet.” She laughed “This sort of thing doesn’t happen to everyone.” She said nonchalantly, and just like that you were confused again.

“What do you mean ‘this sort of thing’?”

“Love at first sight.” She said, matter of factly.

Jesus christ. No. There is no such thing as love at first sight— your mind halted as it drifted back to that night at the club. The instant connection you felt and the draw to him. How he flustered you and left you speechless. Which had never happened to you before. At least not the first time you’d ever met anyone. Could it have been love at first sight? Did that actually exist? Here you had made yourself believe true love was just a fairytale made up for little girls. That it didn’t exist in the real world. But. But, Liam proved otherwise. Or rather, how he had made you feel from the first moment, proved otherwise. Now you were even more confused then before. Had you really been so jaded by what he did to you, that you forced yourself to ignore all the signs. Forced yourself to believe they weren’t there and pretend they didn’t exist. Fuck. What if they do? What if true love is real? “Shit.” you mumbled.

Mara burst out laughing “Wait, please tell me that you didn’t just clue into this all?”

You scrunched up your nose “Maybe..?”

“Oh my, you both are hopeless.” She shook her head “If it wasn’t for Drake and I, neither of you would even be here right now.”

“Drake? What does he have to do with this?”

“He has been pressing Liam about you the whole time. Trying to help him realize just how much he likes you. And to ask you out. It wasn’t that hard to accomplish though, I clearly had the tougher mission with you.” She laughed again.

“Wait, how did you know how I felt about him?!”

“Seriously?” She deadpanned “I followed you around for days, Y/N. I saw the changes in your moods between when you’d see Liam versus a few days without seeing him. It was written all over your face.” She smirked.

“So basically I’m a fucking open book, is what you’re saying?”

“Yup.” She nodded again “At least to the rest of us, you are. Maybe not so much to yourself though.” She laughed.

“Good to know.” You laughed as well.

Then Mara’s phone rang and she got up to head back into the house to take it “I’ll see you later.” She called as she headed in. You replied with “Yup, see ya!”

You sat there in complete silence for a bit, just mulling over Mara’s words. You still were not ready to jump in head first, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited for tonight, and maybe even for the future. But you did still need some time to come to terms with everything. To decide what you truly wanted.

You pulled out your phone and opened up a text window to Liam, typing ‘Hey, when are we leaving for the Gala tonight?’ Your phone pinged almost instantly with ‘5 pm. I can’t wait to see the dress you picked out.’ You smiled at that then replied ‘Hopefully you like it.’ Another instant ping ‘It will be on you, there is no way I won’t like it.’ You laughed and shook your head ‘You’re pretty smooth, huh?’ You replied and your phone went off again ‘Sometimes ;) See you at 5 in the foyer.’ Did he just send you a wink emoji? You laughed ‘See ya then.’

You stood up and headed back into the house, you made your way into the kitchen again and put your mug in the dishwasher then headed for your room. You had some time to kill before you had to get ready and figured you’d take this time to unpack your clothes.

Unpacking took no time at all as you didn’t have many clothes to put away. You spent some time texting with Hana. And watched a few youtube videos in the hopes they would make the time fly by. It didn’t work. This day was dragging on and on, and you figured it was because you were both nervous and excited for tonight.

After hours of basically just killing time, it was finally 3pm and you decided it was now an acceptable time to get ready. You spent a while on curling your hair and putting it in a fancy up-do that framed your face. Your makeup was neutral and flawless. You walked into the closet and took the garment bag back into your bedroom, unzipping it and pulling the dress out. You laid it on the bed then moved over to the dresser to grab the undergarments you figured would work best with your dresses cut and lines.

Once you were all dressed, you checked the time on your phone. 4:50pm. You had 10 minutes, so you went into the bathroom again to give yourself one final look over. Realizing instantly that you have picked the right dress, it fit you in all the right places and the colour suited your skin tone perfectly. You grabbed the heels Regina had given you to pair with your dress, sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on. Then you grabbed your clutch and put your necessities into it. Phone, makeup, identification and a few other odds and ends. Then you made your way to the stairs. Shutting your bedroom door as you exited the room.

From the top of the stairs you saw Liam near the front door, his back was to you, with Drake and the others. Clearly the whole gang was tagging along. And everyone looked amazing. All the guys were in fitted tuxedos and boy, did they all clean up well. Mara was in a beautiful black floor length gown, nothing to fancy, but it suited her perfectly.

As you descended the stairs Drake looked up and his eyes widened upon seeing you. It took everything to not laugh at the awestruck look on his face. But then you saw Liam start to turn around, most likely due to the look on Drakes face.

The second he saw you his jaw damn near hit the ground. As you reached the bottom of the stairs his eyes swept over you, from head to toe, and then locked onto your eyes as he just stood there. You couldn’t tell if he was frozen in place or just allowing you to come to him. You hoped for the former.

You walked up to him, standing in front of him now. But he still hadn’t said a word so you smirked then took it upon yourself to speak first. As clearly he wasn’t going to. “You look really handsome, Liam.” You confessed as your hand moved up to adjust one of his lapels that was sitting weirdly. Once you had corrected it, you tilted your head up and looked him in the eye again. Not missing the giant gulp he took as his blue eyes stared down at you, watching you.

He shook his head lightly, as if trying to clear his thoughts then he awkwardly cleared his throat and spoke “You look...” but it wasn’t for long as he trailed off and took a step back to give you one more look over and damn near growled out “stunning.”

You watched as his beautiful blues darkened with every passing second. You smiled “Thank you, I’m glad you like my choice.”

“Like it?” He shook his head again, then stepped closer and whispered so just you could hear him “Like isn’t the right word. More like blown away by it. Amazing choice, Y/N.”

“Alright lovebirds, let’s get this show on the road or we will never get out of here.” Drake groaned and Liam snapped his head around. You couldn’t see Liam’s face but you had a hunch he was currently giving Drake a wicked glare. And Drakes smug smirk in return confirmed that thought.

You laughed “Yes, Let’s.” You said as you headed for the door, releasing instantly that your body was no longer moving forwards. You looked down and saw two large hands on either side of your waist “Nu uh.” You heard him say in your ear “That’s not how this works.” He gently pulled you back then spun you slightly and offered you his arm. You laughed and accepted it then he walked you towards to front door, opening it for you. You both exited the house and everyone followed behind. There were a few different cars parked outside and Liam walked you over to one, opening the door for you again and offering you a hand to help you in. He closed the door and walked around the car to get into the drivers seat.

Once he was all seated and set, his eyes flicked over to you, and you watched as they lowered. However, you knew this time exactly what he was looking at. This time you had been one step ahead and already had your seatbelt on. A smile spread across his face the second this eyes met yours again, and he saw the knowing look you were now giving him. Then he laughed and started the engine.

The drive wasn’t long, you pulled up to the venue and the valet took Liams keys as he walked around the car to open your door. You didn’t even attempt to get out on your own as you knew he’d never let you open your own door. Not tonight at least. So you just admitted defeat where doors were concerned.

He led you into the giant building and down a hall to the left, stopping in front of two large ornate ivory doors. He looked down at you “Ready?” He asked.

You nodded “I am.” Then he pushed open the doors and you both entered the massive ballroom that was full of people. Woman in beautiful gowns and men in handsome tuxedos. Your eyes travelled the room and landed on two familiar figures off to the side.

Regina and Madeleine. Both of them having very different reactions to you and Liams entrance. Regina had a giant smile on her face and gave you an appraising nod. Where as Madeleine was once again glaring daggers at you, arms crossed and you could almost hear the displeased tapping of her foot on the floor.

You smiled sweetly at her and winked then turned your attention back to Liam as he led you off in the other direction. The night flew by, Liam introduced you to everyone he talked to, he stayed by your side almost the whole night but the odd time he’d need to sneak off to talk business so he’d leave you with Mara during those moments. And every time he’d come back and find you instantly. You both danced, a lot. And you had a bit to drink, though not enough to make you a blubbering mess, but enough to keep a slight buzz the whole night.

As the night continued on, you found your feet were now starting to kill you and your eyelids were becoming heavy. You tried to hide it from Liam but then you yawned, for like the tenth time, and attempted to conceal it behind your hand, yet again. Praying Liam wouldn’t notice, as you weren’t quite ready for this wonderful night to end. But when your eyes opened back up after the yawn you saw his handsome blues staring down at you. A knowing look on his face. Shit. You’d been caught. He excused you both from the few people you’d been talking to then led you to a quiet corner of the ballroom. Once you were alone he spoke “You’re tired.” But it wasn’t a question.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine for a little longer.” You tried to assure him but another yawn betrayed you. Fuck.

He smiled “Y/N, you’re clearly tired, why don’t we get Mara to take you home. I’d take you myself but I have a few other matters I need to attend to before I can leave. And I don’t know exactly how long they will take.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind, I had the most beautiful woman in the room, on my arm all night. I’d say this night turned out better then I could have ever imagined.” he smirked down at you then looked up and around the room before lifting the arm you weren’t holding and gesturing to someone.

You could feel the heat rising in your face at his words. As your heart began to flutter. Mara quickly approached you both “Boss. Y/N.” she nodded to each of you as she addressed you both.

“Mara, would you mind taking Y/N home for me.”

“Of course, Boss.”

Mara took off to get the car as Liam walked you out of the ballroom and into the main hallway, then headed towards the front entrance. But before he opened the doors he gently took his arm back from you then removed his tux jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. Once it was secure he looked you over and smirked before pushing the door open for you both to exit the building. You looked down and realized what he was smirking at, you were damn near swimming in his large jacket. And you giggled lightly at that.

You both walked down the stairs to wait for Mara. Liam pulled you in under his arm and close to his body to help keep you warm as you waited. The heat from his body engulfed you and you never wanted him to let you go.

“Thank you, Liam.” You said contently from your spot tucked into his side.

“For?” He asked, confusion in his voice at the random praise.

“For everything. Protecting me. Taking me into your home. Being so sweet and patient with me,” you tilted your head to look up at him “And for tonight, I had a wonderful time.”

He just stared down at you for a moment, eyes fixed on you, then one of his large hands came up, brushing the hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “I also had a wonderful time, Y/N, thanks to you.” He said softly. Mara pulled up just then in a blacked out Mercedes and you begrudgingly untucked yourself from his side and took a step back, you removed his jacket and passed if back to him “And also thank you for the jacket.” You giggled, sleepily just as another yawn happened. You raised your hand to cover it.

“Okay, sleepyhead, let’s get you in the car so we can get you home and in bed.” He laughed as he reached down and opened the door for you, once again. But before you could climb in he took your hand and you paused. He raised it up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. He then helped you into the car with the same hand.

Once you were seated he just stood there and stared at you. Then his eyes narrowed and you asked “What?”

“Belt.” He commanded. You laugh at the realization that you had forgot this time to put one on “Shit.” You quickly looked around for the seatbelt, finding it tucked into the seat. You grabbed it then clicked it in “Better?”

“Yes.” He said then his face instantly softened again “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Liam.” you said and with that he shut the door and you heard him hit the roof 2 times. Signalling to Mara that you were good to go. She took the signal and the car started to move. After a few minutes you were back on the main road heading to Liams house “How was your night, Y/N?” Mara asked as she looked into the rearview mirror at you.

You smiled just thinking about it then you sighed out happily as you looked out the window “Amazing.”

You heard her chuckle lightly “Glad to hear it.”

The car continued down the road, then entered into an intersection and everything slowed down. Instantly.

At first you didn’t realize what was going on. You felt your body jerk violently to the right into the car door, your head hit the window, as your arms flopped around in the air. Before they smashed back down into your body, only to then repeat the action a few more times. The sound while this was all unfolding was so loud, first a bone crushing crunch then metal on metal, all around you, for what felt like minutes but was probably only seconds. The windows all either shattered or blew out. But it wasn’t till everything halted, all the movement and noise, that you realized you’d been hit. And fucking hard. Clearly the car had rolled a few times. How many? You couldn’t be sure. And now you were dangling upside down in your seat. The car coming to rest on it’s roof. Leaving you extremely dazed and confused as your mind tried to comprehend what had just happened. But you were unaware of the danger you were truly in. Oblivious to what was about to happen next. Your safe life was about to shatter around you and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

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snicketstrange · 5 years

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Crossover theory: Miss K Enigma 2.0 X The Beatrice Letters Theory X Prufrock Prep Puzzle

This is part 11 of the Strange Interpretation of Jean Lúcio from Brazil

To understand this text, it is necessary to read some of my previous texts.

Part 10

Miss k Enimga 2.0

The creation of the "Miss K Enigma 2.0" Theory has created so many possibilities that I am still digesting everything. I am currently developing the Prufrock Prep Puzzle theory, and will now present the initial results of the research.

The first question is what is the function of Prufrock Prep from the point of view of VFD?

I believe I found the answer in the minutes of the meeting in Chapter 3 of the UA. Observe the following excerpts:

“R: R's right. We are entering people's homes -

J: We get permission first.

L: Let her finish.

R: I will finish. We are entering people's homes, taking young children who show exceptional observational and/or notetaking skills, and isolating them, for long periods at least, from people they know. We assign them to strangers and scatter them across the globe, PERFORMING ERRANDS THAT ARE PERPELXING TO THEM, UNTIL THEIR ANKLES HAVE HEALED, UNTIL WE KNOW THEY CAN BE TRUSTED, AND UNTIL WE KNOW THAT NO ONE IS SEARCHING FOR THEM ANY LONGER. THEN, FINALY, WE BRING THEM TO HEADQUARTERS SO THEY CAN LEARN THE SKILLS THEY NEED BEFORE THEY ARE INTRODUCED BACK INTO SOCIETY, IN ORDER TO MAKE SURE THE WORLD RMAINS, AS WE SAY, QUIET. ... As we know from S's report on Prufrock Preparatory School, if young people do not get enough sleep, their work is likely to suffer. “

“Exceptional observational and/or notetaking skills.” Have you noticed that classes and exams from Remora and Bass teachers test exactly those students' abilities? In addition, at the time of this meeting, there were VFD informants inside the school.

I believe Prufrock Prep is viewed by VFD as a great recruiting site.

On page 189 of TUA, we look at some methods used by VFD to recruit people after Schism.

“Perhaps a waiter said something strange to you in a restaurant. Perhaps a librarian asked you a question concerning your mother, or your mother asked you a question concerning your librarian. Perhaps your techer gave you a list of books that had coded messages inside, or perhaps you detected a message in a newspaper you found blowing around your neighborhood.”

So Miss K went to Prufrock Prep to recruit students for VFD. She took a list of books. In addition, according to Carmelita Spats' autobiography, the Prufrock Prep librarian asked about her mother. (The UA pag. 171) This shows that VFD faced Prufrock Prep as an excellent source of volunteer recruitment. The two orphans captured by Miss K evidently received a more direct invitation to join VFD because they were orphans.

The next question is: Where are the people recruited by VFD taken?

The minutes of the meeting explained: "isolating them, for long periods at least, from people they know."

It is good to know that this is a practice on the "noble" side of the split. Isolating the neophytes should mean that these youngsters caught by VFD are taken to some kind of boarding school. Interestingly, since the VFD Great Schism, children do not get tattoos on their ankles. Still, VFD does something that hurts their ankle the moment they are captured. Perhaps the literal act of holding the neophytes by the ankle could hurt their ankles in some way. Therefore it is necessary to spend some time, until their ankles are healed. This means that some people who were already studying in a boarding school were taken to another boarding school when they were captured by VFD. What happened to Olaf seems to have been this. Olaf studied at the Wade Academy. Like Prufrock Prep, Wade Academy should be considered by VFD as a good place to recruit neophytes. Of course, schools were not the only sources of neophytes. But it is good to know that Mr. Remora does not seem to be a member of VFD. Note this scene, which occurred at the Hotel Denouement (chpter 6, TPP). Hal was the waiter:

"Can I help you?" - Nero mimicked. "Of course you can help us! We're starving! "

"I did not realize this was a sad occasion," said Hal, squinting through his glasses.

"It will not be a sad occasion if you feed us," Mr. Remora said.

Hal frowned, as if Mr. Remora had given the wrong response, but he quickly used the three guests to a wooden table in the otherwise deserted restaurant."

If Mr. Remora were a member of the Noble side of VFD, he would know the answer should be: "The world is quiet here."

This is evidence that "vocational" classes for a young man who will become a VFD agent were not taught at Prufrock Prep.

This also explains the secret number 5 and 6 of the pamphlet "13 Shocking Secrets":

# 5 - Lemony Snicket grew up with a terrible villain.

# 6 - "Lemony Snicket attended boarding school."

Lemony grew up along with Olaf, because Olaf studied in the VFD boarding school together with Lemony.

This also helps us understand the letters from BB to LS # 4 and # 5.

In the letter from BB to LS # 4, Beatrice states:

"I'm in my Business Letter Writing Class, wich is taught by a flat-footed man so sa and inaware that I am certain he will give me an A on this assignment without reading anything but the firt sentence of each paragraph. I could say anything here at all. For instance: A "baticeer" is a person who trains bats. I learned that in a poem I watched you read....

…That was me, knocking on your following information. That was mr, knocking on your office door yesterday evening. I know you were inside, because I followed you from the library, where you stood for nearly an hour staring into a glass case containing old documents on display for the “Staged Poetry: Sonnets by actors & Actresses” exhibit….

Why didn’t you answer? Why won’t you answer any of my questions? I must have at least twelve.

In closing, please do not hesitate to contact me at your earliest convenience. Just one letter can change everything. The three Baudelaires my be long gone, but there is a fourth Baudelaires here, waiting for you to untie “My silence Knot” and help me find the end of a story that began with you – in the very room where I sit now, about to hand this letter to my business letter writing instructor so he will grade it and mail it.”

In this letter, Beatrice claims that she is in some kind of school. This school was the same one Lemony was studying at VFD when she was 11 or 12 years old. The teacher in question is not Mr Remora, because it is not the Prufrock Prep school.

In the letter from LS to BB # 2, Lemony wrote:

”I’m writing you this letter, as usual, for no particular reason, and I’ll try to have R. deliver it to you so you can read it before we meet for fencing practice. It’s easy to write letters during Code Class, as the tedious, flat-footed instructor simply mutters the same lessons about business letter writing over and over. He’ll probably drone on for years and years to come.”

Note that Beatrice chose the same adjective Lemony had chosen many years earlier to describe the same teacher: "flat-footed." I believe this is another indication that the letter from BB to LS # 4 comes from the mother of the Baudelaire siblings. Using the same phraseology that Lemony had used in an old letter is a way for Beatrice to show Lemony that she was Beatrice herself who had read these letters before. But besides, it is evident that Beatrice was studying with the same teacher and in the same classroom in which years before Lemony had studied. And as I explained, it was not Prufrock Prep. Another detail is the reference to the letter from LS to BB # 5. Beatrice had asked 13 questions, of which Lemony was able to answer 12. Probably this response letter never reached Beatrice's hands.

Already in the letter BB to LS # 5, Beatrice explained how she got to be admitted to VFD school. She basically studied first in Prufrock Prep, and then waited until she was recruited by VFD, then went to VFD school, the one Lemony had studied years before. She had already studied at the same institution. But Beatrice had faked her own death. So now she thought that in order to be reunited with Lemony, it would be necessary to go back to studying in VFD, like a neophyte again. Note this section:

“Violet told me once that I saved her life, and Klaus claimed that I had not died in despair not long ago the destruction of the Denoument Hotel. Even Sunny said she could not have survived without me. But I don’t have to tell you how brave and resourceful, hoe loyal and well-read those three people are. It is I who would have been lost without them. Without Violet’s emergency repairwork, I never would have found my way to the city to search for you. Without Klau’s notes on mountain climbing, I never would have left the city to search for you again. Without Sunny’s extensive knowledge of making snacks from wildflowers and weeds, I Never would have found the strength to return once more, first by yak, then by foot, and then yak-fot, to wind my way back to the city in the hopes of finally meeting you face-to-face. And without the stories all three siblings told me of their troubles – which in some cases differs wildly from your accounts –I never would have found the secretarial school, where I wrote my previous letter to you. It was not a secretarial school, of course – not really – but I had to sit through that tedious business letter writing class before they would believe the name I gave the vice principal upon my arrival. Without Violet, Klaus and Sunny I never would have continued my studies with these last few volunteers, and become the “baticeer” I am today. I owe my life to them, and now that we have been separated, I will not rest until I find them again.”

I ask you to pay attention to the following detail. In the letter from BB to LS # 2, Kit's daughter informs Lemony that she is separated from Klaus, Sunny and Violet for many years. Not at all seems Kit's daughter first came to the City with Violet's help. She wrote: “I am heading for the hills, so that I might find, after all these years, the three siblings who are the only Family I have. Without Violet, Klaus, and Sunny, I am an orphan…”

And according to Kit's daughter in the letter from BB to LS # 3, the time she had spent away from the Baudelaires siblings was so much that even most of her memories about them had disappeared. She wrote:

“As time goes on, many memories fade. Violet tying her hair up in a ribbon, to keep it out of her eyes, Klaus squiting at a book through his glasses, Sunny appearing on the radio to discuss he recipes – I don’t want these to be the only things I remember of the three most important people in my life.”

The mother of the Baudelaire siblings met with her children, and apparently they spent a good time together. They told her mother about Prufrock Prep, so she went there, gave the vice principal a false name, and went through a student. She stayed there until being recruited by VFD, and transferred to the "Secretarial School", in fact the same VFD school that Lemony had studied years before. She did all this to try to reunite with Lemony, the person she loved very much. Lemony found the photo of Beatrice along with other students in Prufrock Prep. This photo was taken after Miss K was fired, and Lemony made it clear from the remark he wrote in the photo that at that time he wanted to find his beloved Beatrice again.

But evidently something happened, and changed Lemony's view of Beatrice. For some reason, Lemony did not even want to meet Beatrice face-to-face. In the next text I will begin to discuss what this might have been.

#asoue theories #asoue #the beatrice letters #beatrice baudelaire #beatrice is alive #beatrice snicket #lemony snicket #lemony snicket the unauthorized autobiography #desventuras em série #teorias sobre desventuras em série #violet baudelaire #klaus baudaliare #sunny baudelaire #beatrice letters #count olaf #olaf #vfd

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walkinginland · 6 years

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Thanks for the tag @brianna-mackenzie!!

1. How long have you been a fan of Outlander?

Nov 2017, so coming up on a year now. I had seen some gifsets around tumblr and decided to check it out. I was in between jobs at that point and had little to do with my time, so flashforward one week and I had caught up and was head over heels. I think “The Doldrums” was the first episode I watched directly after it aired.

2. Have you read the books? If so, which ones?

I’ve read them all, as well as some of the novellas and Lord John books. I’ll be honest though, I kinda skimmed my through some parts, especially in the last three Big Novels, mostly focusing on just the Jamie/Claire storylines. I’m in the middle of a more thorough reread now.

3. Which is your favourite secondary character?

Books: Rachel. I love her faith, her attitude, her bravery, and her sweet pure soul. She’s a babe 😍

Show: Murtagh. He’s the dad figure/grumpy uncle that Jamie and Claire need so much in their lives, and I love the adaptation they made of him in the show. I CANNOT wait to see him in season 4!

4. What is your least favourite storyline?

Most of the rape and assault storylines. Once or twice is one thing, and not something I necessarily have a problem with, but it has been casually and flippantly used in a way that is excessive and abhorrently disrespectful, especially in the books. It’s lazy writing.

On a less serious note, I dozed my way through some of the Paris stuff in the show. The whole intrigue/political espionage thing just isn’t really my style. Didn’t really have a problem with it, just kinda meh.

5. Favourite episode(s)?

Rent, The Wedding, Both Sides Now, The Devil’s Mark, Through A Glass Darkly, Best Laid Schemes, Faith, Je Suis Prest, Dragonfly in Amber, All Debts Paid, A. Malcolm, The Doldrums, Eye of the Storm

6. The episode(s) you skip?

The Search, Not In Scotland Anymore, Creme De Menthe.

Depending on if I feel up to it, sometimes I skip Wentworth Prison, To Ransom A Man’s Soul, Faith, and The Battle Joined. All episodes I love, but are so painful to watch I have to be in the right mood.

7. Be honest, how many times have you watched “The Wedding”?

......... I honestly have no clue, I lost count a very long time ago. If I had to pick, it would be my very favorite episode.

8. Finish the sentence: Frank Randall is _________.

Book Frank: a dick and a manipulative liar. He had his good spots, but yeah. Not a fan. Especially as the series goes on.

Show Frank: kind of a dick, but one I felt a bit sorry for, at least at first.

9. What’s your Outlander watching ritual?

For the episodes as they release? Monday afternoon/evening, when I get off work. Cozied up in bed :)

10. Are you into shipping?

Ya’ll know I’m obsessed with Jamie and Claire. It’s why I’m here.

I ship Lord John with some damn peace and quiet from his insane family and the Frasers. He didn’t sign up for any of this.

11. Do you read Outlander fanfiction? If so, what’s your favourite?

...... I literally read so much I don’t even know how to quantify it. And that is a very mean thing to ask me to pick a favorite.... But currently the Loss AU by @missclairebelle owns my heart. I’m also currently really into Brave Enough to Love You by @laythornmuse, Metamorphosis by @anoutlandishfanfic, Dr. B, Medicine Woman by CrossingInStyle over on AO3, and Death Dreams by @whiskynottea. (ps whisky, it’s been a while? Plz?)

There are literally so many, hit me up if you’re ever looking for suggestions. There is a ridiculous amount of talent in this fandom.

12. What Outlander merchandise do you own?

Regretfully none. Gotta get these student loans paid off before I indulge :/

13. Which was your favourite: Rupert or Angus?

Rupert. I feel like he had the most character growth. I cried like a baby when he died.

14. True or False: Lt. Jeremy Foster is a delicious cinnamon bun.

l suppose?

15. If you were to attend a “fucking bar-b-que” with Geillis Duncan what would you order?

Cheeseburger!

16. What areas of interest has Outlander sparked for you?

It’s the first fandom that I have felt I could maybe write some fanfic for. I’ve never written a creative thing in my life, but I’m very slowly cranking out a little fic. Who knows when it’ll be done though. But with this material and this great community, I feel like I could come up with something halfway decent and feel comfortable posting it. Which is a HUGE jump of confidence for me.

17. Biggest plot hole in the show?

I feel like they’ve tidied up a lot of the things from the books, but I guess the nature of the stones themselves. How do they always travel the right span of time, how do some people travel different spans, etc etc. I’m sure there’s an explanation out there, but eh.

18. Bree and Roger: Yay or Nay?

Babes!

19. Which JAMMF habit do you find endearing?

Books: His awful winking.

Show: Finger tapping (I know this is from the books, but I love how they’ve carried it over.)

20. Finish the sentence: Claire Fraser is _______________.

My wife and the biggest babe. I’m just so proud of her always 😭😭😭

21. Marry/Fuck/Kill: Dougal, Black Jack, Geneva.

Nah

22. If you could change one thing about the show version of Outlander, what would it be?

Added episodes for season 2, 3, and now 4. The three extra episodes would do so much to make the stories not feel so rushed.

23. Using one word for each, describe Season 1, Season 2, and Season 3:

Joy, heartbreak, and growth.

24. What are some of your other favourite shows/movies?

Supernatural, lately A Discovery of Witches, Lord of the Rings, Marvel.

25. Where are you from?

Maryland, US of A.

Tag, you’re it: @grillmethatcheese, @mricg, @star-light-child, @frasersjamieclaire, @rabbitheartrosie, @curlsgetdemgurls, If you haven’t done it already!

#outlander #good questions!#Thanks for tagging me!!#<333

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salzspektrum · 7 years

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✨ 92 Statements ✨

I was tagged by @nightsky7ibra, thanks Lara my gurl <3

RULES: You must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

THE LAST:

1. Drink: peach ice tea, my main hoe (yes I do have shitty teeth btw)

2. Phone call: my mom called me last night and I missed it lol

3. Text message: “a good boi, a loveable boi” (referring to Lara’s cat in a group chat with her)

4. Song you listened to: “Greedy” by Ariana Grande (shouldn’t this change by the end of the post-writing process tho?? since it’s about the last song??)

5. Time you cried: idk?? Surprisingly I didn’t cry at all this week so I probably cried last week or something, I cry a lot ask my roommate

6. Dated someone twice: dating? who is she? idk her

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: I only kissed @immortalpsychocat so far and I don’t regret it *wink*

8. Been cheated on: didn’t happen bc I don’t date

9. Lost someone special: well if this is referring to death then thankfully I didn’t have to experience the death of someone I love, but if this just generally means ‘loss’ then I did lose my best friend like 3/4 years ago idk anymore tbh, but soon after that I befriended @immortalpsychocat so everything’s fine now

10. Been depressed: it’s called depression sharon and the answer is ‘today’

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: march 4th (my cousin’s birthday party, it was the 3rd time I was drunk and the 2nd time I threw up bc of that lol, I didn’t get drunk since then)

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12.-14. blue, green, purple (all shades of these colors)

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes! Some people from university, some on tumblr and my most recently made friend is Lara actually

16. Fallen out of love: for that I’d have to actually have been in love with anyone in the first place so the answer is no

17. Laughed until you cried: today when I watched Dan and Phil’s latest sims video lol

18. Found out someone was talking about you: well there was only one person who blogged about me some months ago but they probably stopped doing that lol

19. Met someone who changed you: hmmm I don’t think so tbh

20. Found out who your friends are: yep, they are good eggs

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: well the only person that I kissed is on my facebook friend list so yes

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I don’t have many facebook friends so most of my facebook friends I know from real life (also I kinda hate facebook and use it like once a month for 5 minutes lmao)

23. Do you have any pets: sadly no but catch me getting a dog and a lizard as soon as I’m financially stable

24. Do you want to change your name: I used to want to do that bc people are too dumb to pronounce it properly after I told them how to pronounce it but now I’m fine with it

25. What did you do for your last birthday: literally nothing

26. What time did you wake up: okay look;;;

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching my brother sending nsfw fanart to my best friend bc they were having a Troll War, once again, it ended with them teaming up against me bc I snaked on her so they both snaked on me

28. Name something you can’t wait for: “The Winds of Winter is the forthcoming sixth novel in the epic fantasy series A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin.Martin believes the last two volumes of the series will be big books of 1,500+ manuscript pages each.[1] They will take readers farther north than any of the previous books, and the Others will appear in The Winds of Winter.[2]Martin has refrained from making hard estimates for The Winds of Winter's final release date.[3] In 2014, estimates based on extrapolation of Martin's writing pace predicted the release date sometime between 2015 and 2018.[4][5] In January 2016, Martin confirmed that he had not met a deadline of October 2015 and an end-of-year deadline that he had established with his publisher.[6] In January 2017, Martin announced that he believed that The Winds of Winter will be released "this year", referring to 2017. However, he also noted that he believed the same thing would occur the previous year.” (source)

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: an hour ago

31. What are you listening to right now: “Scream” by Troy Bolton, Highschool Musical 3 Soundtrack ( don’t fucking judge)

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I don’t think so

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: L O L

34. Most visited website: youtube,then tumblr

35.-37. “Lost Questions??? (I’m just talking this over exactly as I found it, I also noticed some numbers missing, for example number 30, but idk man lol)” a fitting direct quote from Lara

38. Hair colour: black with some disgusting red streaks bc the hair stylist didn’t cover my entire hair when she dyed it from frikkin red to black

39. Long or short hair: my hair is currently at boob-length

40. Do you have a crush on someone: lol nope

41. What do you like about yourself: I like my eyes, kinda my eyebrow shape, my figure (except that I don’t like that my arms look like noodles), I like my silly humor, my loyalty to my friends and my enthusiasm for the little things

42. Piercings: [file not found]

43. Blood type: I think O- (yeah I’m kinda fucked with this one)

44. Nickname: Jos, Josi, Josuf, etc.

45. Relationship status: single

46. Zodiac: libra

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV show: game of thrones, sadly

49. Tattoos: none, sadly (yet)

50. Right or left handed: left-handed

51. Surgery: once bc I had a cyst and they had to surgically get that shit out of my mouth (it was somewehre in my jaw idk)

52. Piercing: bruh why are you repeating yourself?

53. Sport: lol exercise?? a healthy lifestyle?? what is that??? but if I had to do something regularly it would probably be swimming, tennis or volleyball bc I actually enjoy these activities

55. Vacation: last vacation would be croatia (dubrovnik, specifically), 2 years ago. next vacation will be crete (panormo, specifically) in august and I’M EXCITED BC I WILL BE TAKING MY FIRST FLIGHT SOMEWHERE JESUS FUCK (where did 54 go)

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: my mom’s a cook so you can imagine it’s good stuff

58. Drinking: usually non-alcoholic drinks since I don’t really fuck with alcohol if I don’t wanna get drunk (since I don’t really like the taste) soo it’s ice tea or water

59. I’m about to: watch highschool musical 3 after I finish this post lol

61. Waiting for: happiness (wow this got depressing real fast) where’s 60

62. Want: [see answer for question 61] oh and money

63. Get married: maybe idk, depends on if I will really want that in my future and also depends on my partner. if it ends up being a woman and austria doesn’t have same-sex marriage until then, well...but atm idek if I want ANY of that stuff tbh, I’m currently figuring out my sexuality and I’m c o n f u s e d

64. Career: something in the field of sociology, whatever the fuck that’s gonna be. My dream would be working for an NGO, maybe write some books maybe I will become a famous sociologist and people will learn about me lmaooo

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: my only kisses so far were drunken pecks so hugs

66. Lips or eyes: eyes 100%

67. Shorter or taller: I don’t have a preference (same goes for my aesthetic attraction to men and women ajajajajajaj)

68. Older or younger: how about people my age, I don’t really wanna be surrounded by kids and old people all the time tbh (I don’t wanna be surrounded by people in the first place but you know what I mean)

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: it’s just fucken body parts my dude did you purposefully leave out 69 so that I can’t make a kinky joke

72. Hook up or relationship: atm? neither. in general probably relationship. but idk if i actually want any of that ever idkkkkk

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: the most hesitant to ever hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no

75. Drank hard liquor: if I choose to drink, I drink the hard stuff bc I wanna get drunk

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: hmm no I don’t think so

77. Turned someone down: does not-going-to-one-of-his-plays-even-tho-he-invited-me-bc-i’m-not-really-interested-in-him count?

78. Sex on the first date: idk if I want sex or dates or both i d k f a m

79. Broken someone’s heart: lol idk how much the actor dude likes me so maybe

80. Had your heart broken: romantically? no. by someone who used to be my best friend? yes

81. Been arrested: no

82. Cried when someone died: as I said, I didn’t have to experience something like that in my personal life but I did cry when carrie fisher died :(

83. Fallen for a friend: nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Hah most of the times no, sometimes I do

85. Miracles: I truly don’t know, maybe

86. Love at first sight: no

87. Santa Claus: WHAT SANTA ISN’T REAL??????????

88. Kiss on the first date: hey man you do you, I don’t care

89. Angels: maybe idk

OTHER:

90. Current best friend’s name: Victoria/Vicky, also known as Fake Hoe

91. Eye colour: green-grey-something

92. Favourite movie: Wonder Woman (2017) dir. Patty Jenkins

why exactly 92 questions tho??

Tagging: @immortalpsychocat @metaforkel @carriestreep @stupida-in-arte @starklinqs @bisexuallaurellance @patethenovice @ripley-stark @frogspears @fiftyshadesofnygma @britanniafork @littletinygothamite @winter-came @alius-alia @okayprincess @red-candy-rocks @clexasbellarke @accidentalkate @gaymickrory @hetpiglet

#none of you have to do it obviously #this is insanely long lol #i did it now bc i was kinda bored and now i'm gonna watch hsm3 bye fam :)#i'm basically tagging people that i know from real life/from group chats/or just who are some of my fave mututals #so if u got tagged feel honored or something lol #long post #shut up jos #tag thingy #lol @mututals #i meant mutuals obvs

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ultisg · 7 years

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ENGLISH TRANSLATION (if someone want to help with the correct traslation, I would appreciate it.) 1) Rukia: Could be that all of this is nothing more than "a game" from the dark shinigami? Rukia: If really he is manipulating humans, the situation has become more complicated. 2) Light: Well, now that I've answered your questions, I hope you can do the same for me ... And if isn't too much trouble, could you please release me?! Rukia: Sorry, but I prefer you to stay that way a little longer. But you're right, you have been very cooperative, the least I can do is give you my name. You can call me Rukia. 3) Rukia: After days of searching, I found a single trace that brought me to you... I have no doubt, the dark shinigami was here. Light: I told you that I'm not... Rukia: It's possible that your memory has been altered. I know because even I have a device capable of implanting new memories to hide others. 4) Light: "Could it be?" (*He rises*) Light: So you think I worked with the dark shinigami, is that? Rukia: I know the abilities of a dark shinigami and the death note much as you, but according to your story, if such rule is true, you'd be dead if you used it, isn't it? Light: ... Is what they say. Rukia: But if it isn't true, is probably that the dark shinigami used you for his purposes, and once you fulfilled them he simply abandoned you to your fate, as he did with Higushi. 5) Rukia: "But unlike Light and the other girl, he killed Higushi ... why he did that?" Light: "It's possible that my memories have been altered in some way? Did I ever had in my hands the Death Note? ... No, impossible! Even if I did, I would be unable to do what Kira did! I'm not a murderer!" 6) Ligth: I'm not a murderer ... Light: Rukia ... I don't know if the shinigami forced me to be his accomplice or fulfilled his will, but I'm sure that I never, ever, could be a killer ... You have to believe me ... Light: I've been through this before ... please believe me ... 7) Light: When L released me, I thought this nightmare was over ... that Kira had been defeated ... but now, you appear in my life to show me that everything about Kira goes beyond this world ... a curse that can come back anytime... Rukia: That's impossible to determine ... How long has it been since Higushi died? 8) Light: Over a year. Rukia: Maybe the dark shinigami did his task in the human world and he isn't going back ... but at the same time might be planning something else. It's something we can't know for sure until happens. Light: There must be something we can do! 9) Rukia: Well, well, I'm glad you show such enthusiasm because you're my only clue Light Yagami, and I refused to believe that this is the end of the trail, is just the beginning ... Rukia: It would be easy to tell my superiors that "Kira" was killed by the same dark Shinigami that gave him the Death Note and then he left the human world to never return ... but I'm sure they will ask me more fundaments to close the case. Light: Believe me, more than ever I want to know the truth about the Death Note and that shinigami ... Maybe I could help you. 10) Rukia: Of course you're going to help me. I have the feeling that the dark shinigami could come back for you. Light: Come back ...? Rukia: You're still alive, Higushi didn't, there must be a reason and I will find it out. Rukia: If I'm correct and the shinigami come back, I'll be here to catch him... If I am wrong, I would only wasted my time in the human world ... Either things work for me. 11) Light: Wait, are you trying to tell me that you will watch for me from now on? Rukia: That's right. All the time. My duty is to protect humans from evil creatures, so it's my duty to stay with you since all this finish. Light: And you don't think that if you stay here, the dark shinigami would decide not show up? 12) Light: If you are able to feel him, why do you think he can't detect you too? If he is so cunning like has demonstrated, he will not act if you're around. Rukia: You're right. But there is someone who can help me with this little problem. So there is nothing more to say, from today I will protect you.

#doujinshi #crossover #Bleach #Death Note #bleach note #Light Yagami #Rukia Kuchiki #LightXRukia #crazy couple #crack couple #ultiverse #ulti_sg

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cicinicole-14 · 7 years

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tag game

tagged by a wonderful human named belle @only-freakin-sunflowers

r u l e s : answer the questions - not restricted to one fandom. tag as many people as you’d like afterwards.

first ever fandom? it was the general hospital fandom, the cringey days, but first on tumblr was shelbert oh be still my heart

first ever ship? that would be ross and rachel from friends. i was approx. five or six watching friends reruns after school when i got home, still fucking love that show to this day.

first death that made you cry/upset? like belle said here, i grew up watching SOAPS too and i watched a lot of people die and come back to life obvs and stuff, but the first death i think really affected me was probably Claudia Zacchara’s in GH. Oh wait or Emily Quartermaine’s.

OTP? one cannot just have a singular OTP. and on that note, lets make my list... in no order. jolex, omelia, calzon, jemily, outlaw queen, demily, slexie, jeller, there are so many more it hurts.

NOTP? um, a lot of people ship like riggs and maggie and that makes me gag as well as alex and meredith and i wanna claw their eyes out... also whoever shipped neal and emma is gross too...

least favourite fictional character? mostly what belle said: erica hahn, preston burke, also i really didn’t like george o’malley, i feel like he was just a really useless character im sorry

5 favourite female fictional characters? (if i have to pick five...)

Jo Wilson (Grey’s)

Amelia Shepherd (Greys/PP)

Emily Prentiss (CM)

Charlotte King (PP)

Regina Mills (OUAT)

5 favourite male fictional characters?

Alex Karev (Greys)

Mark Sloan (Greys)

Robin Hood (OUAT)

Richard Castle (Castle)

Derek Morgan (CM)

5 favourite actors/actresses?

Kate Walsh

Paget Brewster

Camilla Luddington

Caterina Scorsone

Kat Dennings

4 favourite characters who died/left the show?

Lexie Greys (Grey’s)

Mark Sloan (Grey’s)

Teddy Altman (Greys) (it says left the show)

Callie Torres (Greys)

3 favourite characters from shows you stopped watching (i plan to finish all these shows/ catch up on them this summer)

Sawyer (LOST)

Regina Mills (OUAT)

Alex Danvers (SG)

3 favourite characters from shows that have ended?

Literally everyone (Private Practice)

Sara Kingsley (Grandfathered)

Santana Lopez (Glee)

3 favourite shows you started in the last year?

Glee

Lost

Nikita (i forgot i watched/finished this in like october ugh this was so good)

favourite tv show: Grey’s and Blindspot

tv show you want to watch: the client list and the leftovers is on my list as well as my finish/ catch up list will be supergirl, OUAT, lost, and more i cannot remember...

tagging: uhm whoever wants to do this because im blanking on tagging anyone rn...

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theastrophilearchitect · 3 years

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Let’s talk about manga.

I’ve been avoiding manga and anime for a few years. Why? Not because I thought I wouldn’t enjoy it, but because I thought I would. I knew I would, I would love it, but I had enough things in my life to obsess over already, so I wanted to avoid it for as long as possible.

Then, I tried to get one of my friends to watch Shadow and Bone, so we made a deal: she would watch the show, and I would read the first two volumes of her favourite manga: Death Note.

Just to clarify, this is not a Death Note review (though I will be mentioning it a lot) but just a ramble about my introduction to manga. I’ve now finished Death Note (which is only 12 volumes) and am planning to read others next, along with watching one of this friend’s favourite animes (because I wanted to read the manga, but then she sent me videos of the characters using their powers, and I just can’t say no to that.

So my friend started Shadow and Bone, and I read the first Death Note volume. At least in this manga, each volume was around 200 pages, containing 8-10 chapters, and I read the first one in its entirety in just over an hour. It was a great feeling--a 200 page prose book would take me about three hours start to finish, and I enjoyed it too. I now know this was partly because it was just the first volume, but it was fast-paced, it set up storylines and mysteries, the story was interesting, and I did like the art style.

I read it so quickly, and was able to log it on Goodreads. This year, I initially set my reading goal at 30 books, because I only read 23 books in 2020 in comparison to my 79 in 2019, but I surpassed that halfway through March, mostly thanks to audiobooks. However, it gave me the ambition to read 100 books this year, but I didn’t want to set that as my goal until i was much nearer it, in case my reading speed decreased (which I was confident it would). I read 12 manga volumes in two weeks. While there is a clear difference between the value of a 200-page manga volume and that of an 800-page book in the context of my reading goal, it was a good feeling. Which means as of today, May 26th, my reading goal is 120 books in 2021, and I have read 60. I’m halfway there, and it’s not even June. (I also would not consider 12 volumes to hold the same value as 12 prose books, but I don’t really care.)

Death Note is set in the early 2000s, when one day, top student Light Yagami looks out of the window in class and notices a black notebook on the ground. After class, he picks it up, and it’s a Death Note, a book in which a person can write somebody’s name with their face in mind, and that person will die. And so, Light takes it upon himself to rid the world of criminals, and becomes the infamous, all-powerful killer ‘God’, Kira. Throughout the series, characters are haunted by Shinigami (Japanese death gods), lose memories, and there is so much deception. In all honesty, I understand like 55% of what happened in the climax, because one person explained how they executed their plan, then the other explained how they undermined them, then the first one explained how they undermined them, and it was just very, very complicated.

Volumes 7 and 12 killed me. They killed me.

And the biggest shock to me: I loved the format. Reading ‘backwards’ took some getting used to--as in the original Japanese, it is meant to be read right to left, top to bottom, which was surprisingly easy to remember. I was impressed at the character design and the ease with which I could differentiate them. What in prose would have been told in narration was told in imagery, which sent the pace through the roof--and Death Note is apparently a slow manga.

This had a very different structure to typical prose books--where novels in prose have one climax, and the last book in a series has a final, overarching climax, this had several climaxes throughout the series. Sure, they built in intensity with every volume, but not every volume really had a climax. Where I tend to think of stories following a however-many-act structure as ropes, in which various threads are introduced, woven together, dropped and picked back up, Death Note followed more of a domino effect, the issue with which is that very few things mentioned early on foreshadow anything. For example, in the first volume, the Shinigami haunting Light, Ryuk, mentions a deal which will give Light Shinigami eyes, allowing him to see people’s names and lifespans when he sees their faces, at the cost of half his remaining life. This does come into play, but Light denies it and says he would make the deal for Ryuk’s wings--this is never mentioned again.

Also, I hate that I’m putting this bit last, because it means we’re ending on a bad note, but I do have to address it: the sheer misogyny in this series, published primarily in the 2000s, is astounding. The only reason I could put up with it was the sheer lack of female characters (which is not a good thing). Shall we review all the female characters in this series (at least the ones I remember)? It certainly says something that I can think of only four. (And this bit will have spoilers.)

First, Naomi Misora. Misora is female because she is the fiancee of an FBI agent, who obviously had to be male, which makes her female, because heteronormativity. Misora dies in the same volume she’s introduced. She investigates her fiancee’s death (after he was killed by Light), and Light kills her. Simple. That’s it.

Number two. This is the big one: Misa Amane. She’s the most major female character, and is kind of the worst character ever. She’s girly, obsessed with Light, and dislikeable. Also hate the fact she’s significantly shorter and generally smaller than any other character, male or female. At one point, it gave her measurements, and her wait was twenty inches. Twenty. Yes, some people have that, but for 99% of people, it’s impossible.

Amane has no agency. The vast majority of her actions are under orders by Light, except during her introduction, in which she does what she does with the intention of meeting Kira--AKA Light. Her motivations are to get Light to love her--which he never does. She kills hundreds of people for him, retires in her early twenties to marry him, and does everything he says at the drop of a hat. She gives up three quarters of her life, making the deal for Shinigami eyes to aid Light not once, but twice, after she loses her memory and the eyes in volume 4 or 5. On the plus side, she survives to the end.

Number three: Kyomi Takada. Takada is introduced early on, then dropped, and picked back up. She primarily acts as a middle man, when Light becomes unable to continue Kira’s killings, between Light and the acting Kira. She’s only female because Light communicates with her under the guise of dates, and could literally be replaced by a phone. Also, she dies. Light kills her to save his own hide.

Number four: somebody Lidner. I don’t remember her full name. She is female because she was one of Takada’s bodyguards, and they apparently thought it would make more sense to give Takada female bodyguards. Lidner doesn’t die, but is merely a plot device, as is every other female character.

Four female characters, fine, but when compared to every male character I can name, not so much: Light Yagami, Soichiro Yagami, Ryuzaki, Watari, Near, Mello, Ide, Aizawa, Matsuda, Mogi, Rester, Higuchi, all of whom have more agency alone than the women do combined.

The characters who are women are only women because heteronormativity deems they have to be. Even if we accept heteronormativity, not every other character had to be male. L could be female. Mello could be. Near. Higuchi. Matsuda. Aizawa. Mogi. Ide. Almost every one of them. But, hey, sexism.

But I loved it. I did love it, so when I finally finish a prose book, I’m coming for Tokyo Ghoul.

#manga #anime #blog #blogging #blog post #blogger #mangas #animes #death note #light yagami #yagami #l lawliet #near #mello #misa amane #bsd #bungo stray dogs #tokyo ghoul

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paulisweeabootrash · 5 years

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First Impression: Re:ZERO - Starting Life in Another World

It's time again for Paul is Weeaboo Trash!

Today's topic: Re:ZERO - Starting Life in Another World (2016)

Review based on 6 episodes. Or 5 if you count two two-part beginning, episodes "1A and 1B", as one.

The characters are plastered all over everything at conventions! It keeps getting casually mentioned in reviews of other shows! Rem is apparently everyone's waifu! And yet... I knew absolutely nothing about the actual details of this show. I think I might understand why after the first few episodes, because it seems like one of those things you can't really discuss properly without resorting to spoilers, so people evade mentioning them. Or maybe the things I'm calling "spoilers" seem so obvious to other people that they don't think they're worth mentioning. Or the spoilers may be “common knowledge” in the weeb community so people don’t think they’re worth explicitly describing. Whatever, I'm notoriously dense when it comes to picking up foreshadowing, and often "anticipate" different twists than the ones that end up happening. I'm the perfect rube for twists. I didn't know the twist of The Sixth Sense (a movie which, incidentally, I still haven't seen) until The Lonely Island mentioned it in a song nine years after the movie came out. You’ll see what I mean soon, hopefully, because I think enjoying this show is very dependent on the audience learning what’s going on along with the main character.

Anyway, my point is that all I had heard that this was an unusually good isekai, a genre which I have somehow avoided reviewing up to this point even though I've enjoyed some isekai quite a lot. The idea of being transported to another world has been around for a long time, even being a key feature in the archetypal “hero’s journey” story format. In its current anime incarnation, it tends to be set in medieval-flavored fantasy worlds and be very action-oriented, but there is some nice diversity out there in the scenarios and spins different works take on the general concept. It has even been inverted and descended into total absurdity. But there is a shadow over the genre: a shadow cast by unpleasant and overpowered characters and escalatingly-stupid writing. And it is that kind of world our, er, hero(?)... well, main character at least, Subaru, expects.

Subaru, you see, is a shut-in gamer who suddenly finds himself transported to another world while shopping. One moment, he's on a deserted city street at night in our world. The next, he is on a busy city street in daylight in — surprise — a medieval-flavored fantasy setting. And he is very familiar with what that means: he has been summoned here. Plucked from his mundane life, he must be a superpowered protagonist, about to find himself on a grand adventure!

Ha. Nope. Try as he may, it seems like the only power he has is above-average strength from working out (but no real skill at using that strength to fight). And he doesn't even have normal functioning here otherwise. He's illiterate in the local language, comes off as insane to everyone he meets, and almost immediately finds himself being beaten up by muggers he thought he could heroically take on by himself. Rescued and healed by a magical mystery woman and her cat-like familiar spirit, Puck, he knows right away: she is the superpowered protagonist, and beautiful to boot! She too has been robbed, and he will help her recover what was stolen! Ha. Nope. Subaru soon finds that his situation is far stranger than he expected.

See, Subaru and his new magical mystery companion search for the woman who robbed her of her item, described only as a jeweled insignia. On the way, he learns that she is a half-elf and her name is Satella, and that although he treats her like a stock tsundere, she both isn't one and doesn't understand why he expects her to act like this. And I appreciate this, personally, because realistically we should ask: what does he expect? They've known each other for only a few hours, after all! They track the thief, a professional named Felt, down to a bar in the outskirt slums of the city run by her fence, Old Man Rom, and Subaru enters to find it full of merchandise but no sign of people. Then he finds the corpses.

Because of how the first few episodes unfold, it will be necessary to go into some things you might want to leave as spoilers even though they happen so soon in, because there's really something to be gained here from being confused and surprised with Subaru, and maybe even seeing your own expectations contradicted along with his. If you don’t want spoilers but are intrigued by the summary so far, go skip ahead to the Weeb Ass Shit ratings and then watch the show.

If not, now we're going to finish episode 1A, and go onward from there, okay?

Okay.

Subaru and Satella are quickly killed by an unseen attacker, the same one who already dispatched Rom and Felt before they arrived. At this point, we remember that back in the very first scene of the episode, before Subaru was transported, the camera cut back and forth between Subaru shopping in a convenience store and a hand reaching out weakly as the voice of the person to which it belongs talks about saving someone. Because now we see that the hand was his, and he was reaching out for Satella.

And then he's back in the city, right where he first appeared. And apparently also right when he first appeared. Was it a dream? A premonition? He certainly thinks so, and wants to use this knowledge to help Satella. So he goes to Rom's bar, finds Rom alive and working, and tries to negotiate to barter for the stolen insignia. Felt shows up, as does Elsa, the woman who hired her to steal the insignia in the first place, who turns out to have been the one who killed him in his premonition. And she kills him again. And then he's back in the city, and the same time and place. Oh no. It's not a premonition, it's a Groundhog Day-style time loop.

After a third death and reset, he has learned three important things: first, that Satella's name is definitely not Satella. Second, that much to his relief, there is some sort of police force in this world, although so far the only part of it he has encountered is Reinhart, a single off-duty knight. Third, that this insignia is worth much more than Felt is being paid for it and has some significance he can't yet guess at. Oh, and also he has decided this loop must be his “power”, and has named it “return by death”.

That gets us up through episodes 1B and 2. After that, he makes (and survives this time, albeit just barely) a fourth attempt to recover the insignia from Felt, and to keep it and all of the people involved out of the hands of Felt's murderous employer. Emilia — who called herself Satella before as what now seems to have been a sort of off-color joke, due to her resemblance to the real Satella, whom we have yet to encounter but who is clearly Bad News — brings the wounded Subaru home with her. He wakes up to find himself fully healed and in a bed at Emilia's palace, attended to by maids who look like near mirror images of each other. Maids? Palace?!

Yes, it turns out that the country Subaru has been transported to, Lugnica, is undergoing a succession crisis, that Emilia (sponsored by the flamboyant Margrave Roswaal L. Mathers) is in line for the throne, and that the insignia is a sort of proof of her authority that she must possess to be eligible when the new ruler is decided. Subaru asks to work for her, and the twin maids Ram and Rem (aha, now we meet everyone’s waifu), struggle to teach him the basics he needs to survive here, like cooking and reading. At the end of an unspecified number of days of trying but failing to learn to work alongside them, Subaru speaks to Emilia alone, and they seem to be getting along very well. He very badly attempts to explain the concept of a date to her, and successfully asks her out on one, and goes to sleep happy... And he wakes up to find Ram and Rem waiting at the foot of his bed... just as they were when he woke up here the first day... Yes, it turns out that somehow he died in his sleep and has been “reset” again. But he has at least obtained a new "save point", as it were, with his power, and must now work out what happened to him this time — and how exactly his power works, since he went back multiple days this time.

You know what? I'm not even going to go onward in my summary into the sixth (fifth) episode. Those of you who have seen the show will notice that my summary is getting more and more cursory, but it's because I don't want to just recap the show for you, I want to provide enough overview so you know what kind of show it is. There is so much to enjoy and appreciate that I haven't gotten to. Here’s an assortment of highlights:

- Subaru's interactions with Emilia and Beatrice (the librarian who I didn't even get around to mentioning in the summary above) are particularly nice because he treats them with otaku-y genre-savviness and they respond not just with some moe twist on confusion but with actual annoyance.

- I find it interesting that we can't be sure whether nobody knows about his power yet or whether they just aren't letting on that they know (although it sounds like Beatrice might know something), even though it doesn't make that much sense to me that Subaru has not tried to explain it, or the fact that he's from another world, even though he has established that magic is downright common here.

- On that note, I love that it sounds like there may be a thought-out, maybe even "hard", magic system that the people of this world know as a normal and understandable part of their environment and not just ad hoc contrivances.

- And I love that Subaru hasn't adapted well to his power, unlike many fantasy characters who, upon obtaining magic, take to it seemingly instinctively. He behaves just as you might expect from someone who (1) has never experienced magic before and (2) has a power that is clearly horrifying to experience. He even has difficulty not talking about things that happened previous times through, constantly confusing people in ways that are sometimes dramatic and sometimes just plain funny.

Much to my surprise, this also seems to be one of the very few shows I can watch more than three episodes of in a row without getting restless and wanting to go do something else. Even shows I love, I can not usually binge watch. But Re:ZERO sets up and uses its cliffhangers excellently. Some shows have clear self-contained stories in each episode. Some seem like they try to end in a way that at least sets up the next part of the story, if not necessarily do so suspensefully, but they choose bad places to break up the ongoing story. Some shows end in ways that practically obligate you to keep watching because a single episode is so unsatisfying (and maybe they should've made a movie instead). But here, I both end each episode having watched a useful and well-paced unit of story and it leaves off with open questions that keep me interested in what will happen next.

I am looking forward to the political intrigue or succession war or both that will presumably happen because there's no way "will Emilia take the throne?" doesn't become at least a main plot line. I am looking forward to finding out why everyone loves Rem so much. I am looking forward to seeing if (and how) Subaru ever matures and adjusts to his situation, and what his relationship to Emilia ends up being once they really know each other. I’m just overall very excited and optimistic for the future of this show. And I will be very upset if it unravels.

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For scoring on this review, I'd like to try something a little different. I think I would like to add two things to supplement the Weeb Ass Shit scale, and I'll try this new approach for a few more reviews before deciding whether to keep it.

First, I was inspired by Yuri Reviews, which breaks ratings down much more specifically than the W/A/S, into Story, Characters, Animation, Sound, Yuri (of course), and Total Enjoyment, most of which would be merged incoherently into “Shit”. Keeping in mind that combining unrelated features was exactly my problem with the "Shit" scale in the first place, I will try breaking down my evaluation roughly into writing vs. everything else. That is, although I’ll still provide a single summary “Shit” score, I will try to explain it more thoroughly by having a category for things like characters, story, and translation (if egregious enough that even I, with almost no knowledge of Japanese, notice problems — I'm looking at you, Full Metal Panic!, with all your subtitles that keep trying to insist that "Teresa" is spelled "Teletha"), and another for character design, animation, sound, and anything else I feel like commenting on.

Second, given how "sexual content" can mean anything from risqué jokes to non-sexualized nudity to fanservice to depictions of sexual violence and there is no way in the W/A/S framework to evaluate other aspects prospective viewers should know (e.g., the surprise pivot from stylized violence to disturbing violence in R.O.D.), I will now provide "Content Notes" that, although not necessarily warnings in the "trigger warning" or "viewer discretion is advised" sense, highlight some things I think viewers should know about when deciding if this is appropriate for themselves or others.

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Deluxe W/A/S Scores: 4 / 3 / 2

Weeb: Although he announces what he means fairly explicitly, Subaru's dialogue and assumptions probably make more sense with some background knowledge on other isekai, especially the ones with bad reputations. The genre isn't totally unknown to Western audiences, especially in the English-speaking world, but it's more common to see it with magical artifacts or wishes being the triggers for the transportation, not just leaving it as a mysterious force or reincarnation. These are not well-known things to non-otaku American audiences.

Ass: Elsa’s costume is, er, quite revealing, and a few shots of Felt and Emilia are framed in fanservicey ways, but so far it's also hard to think of this show as titillating. There is some barely-covered male nudity later on, too, but in one scene and not explicit.

Shit (writing): The characters who we encounter more than once are mostly interesting and have some depth and motivation to them, except for the gang that repeatedly mugs Subaru in the iterations of the first day. The surprises surprised me, but as I said at the beginning, I'm dumb as a brick when it comes to twists. So I'm not sure whether that's good writing or me being oblivious.

Shit (other): It's well-above-average-looking in terms of consistency and detail, and the designs of characters and places just consistently appeal to me. I have a vaguely-formed idea I can't articulate that this seems very... well-framed, I think the word I'm looking for? I don't know cinematography, but I know what gets my attention and leaves an impression. I also want to bring special attention to a nice touch in the sound in episode 1B: when Subaru tells Felt, Rom, and Elsa that his occupation is "unemployed", the music pauses momentarily along with the action on-screen, emphasizing the other characters' awkward silence.

Content Notes: As might be expected in a show where the main character repeatedly dies, some of the violence crosses the line from stylized to unsettling and maybe even into disturbing.

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