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thekabalians · 2 years

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The Kabal Saga: The Teddy Arc 🧸 (s2)

Summary: Agents Jean and Medea inform Mayor Gojo and Chief of Staff Anika, DA Nanami Kento and Commissioner Toji of The Pupeteer and her antics as well their intention to inform the State Secretary Smith and State Attorney General Clare. Meanwhile, Nurse Miche attempts to finish the job with Princess Shrekky 💔💔💔.

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Context: Previously, Agents Medea and Jean cracked the case as to who sent the Teddy Bomb, whilst Erwin introduced himself formally to Koula and Slav. Today, Chief of Staff Anika is at Mayor Gojo’s Office, awaiting for the debrief meeting with the various agencies in regards to proceeding with apprehending Rosemary Afton for questioning.

⚠️ a long-un, mdni, minor mentions of genitalia, suggestive talk, inappropriate behaviour/talk, office romance (?), attempted murder, medical talk - nothing graphic. Sorry for any errors.

“….nikaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Gojo groaned as he rested on the sofa of his office. No response. Nothing. Not even the click of her heels or her sweet humming.

Nothing.

Strange?

Gojo sat up and called again.Crying out, like a petulant toddler. “Anikaaaaa!”

Still there was no response. Gojo pulled his blindfold up slightly and squinted as he looked outside the glass window separating his office from the the rest of the floor. He couldn’t see her. He frowned as he walked over to his desk and picked up the phone dialling a number quickly. The dial tone rang a couple times before the phone picked up. Anika’s heavy sigh of irritation sent Gojo’s blood southward. His pants felt a little snug at that. Gojo loved winding his Chief of Staff up. The tighter he wound her the faster she’d snap and take him. Finally.

“-nika?” Gojo pouted.

“What, Satoru?” Anika’a voice had a hint of tiredness to it. Whenever he grated on her nerves, regardless of circumstance, she’d answer like that. It was never out of true annoyance though. She loved him all the same. But she’d never let him know that.

“God say it again. Please? But with a little more *umph*”

Anika sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose “Did you need something, Mayor Gojo.”

“You used to sound sexy when you called me that but now… it sounds like your addressing Elder Yoshinobu.” Gojo retorted.

Anika rolled her eyes “Satoru. What do you want? We have a meeting in 15 mins.”

“What I want from you won’t even take 10!”

Anika rolled her eyes “Are that desperate for HR to send out a disciplinary? Ever heard of the Me Too Movement?”

“Nika, ever since you came back from Guam, you’ve been… different.” There was a sadness in his voice “We don’t talk anymore. We don’t hang out. You don’t even slap the back of my neck or even pull my hair anymore. Worse yet, you’ve haven’t kissed my cheek in ages!”

“I miss that most.” Gojo sounded serious. “I miss my… friend. I miss my Anika.”

Anika’s innards felt like a storm at sea. It took everything for her not to hang up the phone, storm his office and bear hugging him out of pent up fustration. She settled for a smile instead and a quiet hum.

“We don’t have time for this Satoru.” Her voice was sweet, lulling and a little condescending. She hid her feelings well. Always the professional. Clean cut. Enduring. Straight talking, no-nonsense, ‘slap you back to sanity’, Anika. And Gojo loved it. His queen of thorns.

“Conference room in 10 and if you are so much as a second late Gojo, I swear to all things good and pure…”

“You’ll ring me like a towel. I know, I know! Jeez. I’m you’re boss and you talk to me like I’m your incompetent husband of 30 years. Can’t say I dislike it, though.” The white haired man drawled in jest.

“Satoru…” Anika grumbled on the line. Sound distortinglittle, the act setting him off all over again. What he would give to have her say his name like that under more relaxed, intimate circumstances. ‘Perhaps when she’s underneath me’ Gojo thought.

“Although, marriage does seems to fucking suck. Look at how miserable and under-fucked Judge Clare is!” Gojo tittered.

“MAYOR GOJO!” Anika was shocked at his vulgarity. That was low even for Gojo.

“Relax, she’s my friend. We tease each other all the time!”

“Firstly, you don’t have the balls to say it her face.”

“Of course not, I’m not stupid Anika, she’d torture me and then put me on death row when she gets bored.”

“Secondly, these calls are recorded and If you piss me off one more time, I’ll send it to her with a pink ribbon so she could finally shut you up, for good.”

“You wouldn’t!” Gojo mocked with a dramatic gasp, knowing that Anika, would most definitely, almost positively would.

“Try me, Satoru!” Anika warned sternly, cunning lilt in her voice. “I’m never ruining my nails on you again. I’ll leave that to Ms Clare.”

Gojo laughed on the phone. Reapplying a lip balm before smacking his lips, the man held the silence for a little longer and just imagined how tense Anika looked and what would really happen it he pushed her over the edge. He dreamed of it. He got off on it. He palmed at his groin, unruly dick straining at the fabric of his slacks.

“Get your perverted ass to the conference room now, Satoru.” Anika rolled her eyes and hung up the phone. Gojo laughed before heading to bathroom to sort out his, ‘problem’.

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“So the plan is simple,” DA Nanami, the voice of reason on the call summarised. “Agents Jean and Medea will speak to State Secretary Smith, whilst Tonaken and I will chat with Clare tonight. Gojo and Toji will then await Agent Jean’s instruction instruction for interception.”

“Exactly, Sir.” Jean affirmed. “As per policy, we will keep yourself and Ms Clare informed with detailed reports as and when. Sensitivity applied of course.”

“Of course. I must go. My wife and I will take Clare to the hospital and then back for dinner where we will discuss this privately.” Nanami said. “Good work Medea, you’ve a bright future ahead of you.”

“Thank you sir.” Medea (@soaringmirror) smiled, cheeks aching and burning from the complement.

DA Nanami returned a curt smile before promptly leaving the call.

“So, Jean, what do you want from my officers right now?” Toji asked. Camera off as per usual.

“For now, can you send some extra units to patrol the hospital? Rose might attempt to finish the job. We will brief The Smiths and formulate a plan of subduing Rose. Give me 72hrs. The last thing I want to do is spook her. Our ability to catch her is through AG Clare and her cooperation ONLY. Rose is fixated on her but she’s incredibly intelligent. Patience and discretion is crucial here.”

“Fine by me.” Toji acknowledged. “I’ll have my guys there within the hour. We’ll check Staff details also. See if she’s hired any one to do the work for her.”

“Okay, so what about my office?” Gojo interjected. “What would you like us to do in the meantime?”

“Sir, please just sit tight. Just this once.” Jean sighed heavily. Gojo had propensity to do things his way, typically at the detriment of others. Jean did not need this. The situation was far too volatile for deviant behaviour. “We are only informing you out of courtesy. When all this is said and done the mayors office will be informed and you’ll arrange a press conference. Hell, I’ll even mention how cooperative you were how none of this would’ve been possible without you. Think of the ratings!”

Toji sniggered. Jean’s face was blank. He wasn’t laughing, he was on edge. Just like everyone was at The Bureau. What he didn’t need was a chaotic Mayor to fumble the bag for everyone and get people killed. Jean rubbed at his temples whilst Medea cringed at his comments. It was a little uncalled for. She would be sure to mention a later time.

“Why does everyone think I’m an idiot?” Gojo questioned, rhetorical and mostly to himself.

“You said it.” Toji retorted with a snortle.

Anika intercepted before the commissioner and the mayor fell into a bicker, for the 156th time this year. “Thanks for the debrief Agent Jean. Keep in touch and email us. We will start planning for that press conference. Well done Medea again. Awesome work!” Anika closed the laptop lid swiftly and sat on the table besides it, one leg over the other facing her boss.

“I know how to run my own city.” Gojo protested.

“Meh.” Anika marked, hand tilting back and forth in a ‘so-so’. “Thirty percent of the electorate disagreed with that in the last quarters opinion polls.”

Gojo frowned a little. He’s not usually bothered about what people think of him. But the superiority complex was a little low today. Gojo rested his legs on the table and rocked his chair back and forth.

“I know that you could never be rattled by someone like Toji. No! Mayor Gojo doesn’t break a sweat over pigs.” Anika put her foot on the edge of Gojo’s chair to stop him from rocking.

He stilled and looked at Anika and awaited her every word. The pair were dangerously close to each other. Gojo never got over how good Anika always smelt. From her shampoo to her lotion to the fragrance. It was calming

“Get a grip, Satoru! You’re not an idiot. For the most part.” Anika chuckled. “This time next week, we would be hosting a conference and you can take all the glory for holding the team together. Understood?” Anika flicked Gojo between the eyebrows. Gojo was quick to grab her withdrawing hand and plant gentle kisses into her palm and at the back of her hand, repeatedly, in quick succession. Anika giggled and tittered, quietly urging him to stop, the butterflies becoming almost too unbearable.

“Thank you.” Gojo muffled against her palm. His voice was soft and kind. Genuine.

“For what?” Anika asked eyebrows raised

“For being Anika the Fixer. Anika the Great. Anika my friend. What am I without you?”

“Yourself. But worse.” Anika retorted, to which Gojo lunged at her sides and squeezing and tickling relentlessly. Anika laughed hysterically.

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📍Meanwhile on Maria Ward, Private ICU.

The sound of IV pumps, equipment and the sterility of the private room which housed the famous Shrekky was something Miche had become accustomed to quickly. The smell of feed, chlorahexadine, Pabrinex and alcohol gel stuck in the air. Shrekky Smith had been an inpatient for over a month now and once a week for the past four weeks, Miche found himself stationed on Maria Ward.

Shrekky had been making improvements. Slow, arduous improvements? Sure. But improvements nonetheless. Miche never had the opportunity to care for Shrekky directly. He only heard of her on the news. She was the daughter of the rich and powerful and consequently had a huge bounty on her head. The bounty was heavy, considering that all that need to be done was to make her death swift and painless.

So, naturally, today was Miche’s lucky day because he conveniently made sure that he was allocated to Shrekky. He needed the money, he needed to clear his loan debt from a decade ago. A debt he incurred looking after his baby sister when she was just as sick. He had to do this. Otherwise, it was his sister that would be used as collateral.

After handover, Miche entered the room and like always, said good morning to his comatose patient, squeezing her hand to let her know he was there. He was shocked how pretty she was in person. It tugged at the strings that held his heart and his resolve in place. Could it have been the way the sun hit her face or how peaceful she looked? Maybe it was the graceful smile that was on her face; mischievous yet stunning all the same.

He ringed a face wipe and cleaned the crust from Shrekky’s eyes, nose and mouth. He went into the grey fluffy wash bag that Shrekky’s mother left for her and cautiously proceeded with a face routine like he did for his sister when she was ill. Regardless of the situation, it made you feel good inside. That’s all that rang in Miche’s head. The voice of the gentle giants sister, repeating over and over. He was so tender and gentle with Shrekky he noticed how her smile got bigger for just a fraction of a second before it fell back in to neutral. She was beautiful. Nothing like what the world painted her out to be.

“Shit.” Miche cursed himself as his heart grew fonder. He didn’t want to do this, but he was desperate. He had no where and no one else to turn to. This was his only way out of debt that left him with just fraction of his dignity left. A quick permanent fix for a burdensome issue.

“Never get attached to the job.” The man scalded himself.

Miche shot up and walked over to the medication trolley. He was furious with himself and the way his hands trembled. He had done this tens of times before, what the hell was different now? Struggling to attach the needle to the syringe. Miche cursed under his breath. He was going to do it. End it all with an air emboli. 5mls of room air intravenously. A quick method, always accidental. Never enough for coroners to ever question.

Just as Miche pulled back the syringe, he was interrupted with the door opening and the clattering sound of mobile computers coming in through the door.

“Oh Hey Miche.” The consultant greeted as their team of junior doctors trailed in behind them with their computers.

Was this fate? He was grateful for it regardless. He didn’t have to through with this. To hell with the money.

“Since your here Miche, just to let you know we’re going to have a chat with the Shrekky’s next of kin and attempt extubation in a few days since her sats are perfect, even with suctioning. She’s responding to external stimuli and we’ve reduced narcs slowly with positive effect. Her GCS has jumped up to an 8 which is great. With the narc reduction and extubation hopefully we can get her GCS up by 3 more points and step her down to HDU or better yet rehab. Sound like a plan?”

“Y-yeah sure. Thanks Doc.” There was a turbulence within Miche that left him feeling confused and conflicted. He was about to take someone’s daughter away from them. Put an end to a life that had a chance of surviving and thriving. Shrekky was only 21. She had barely started her life.

“No problem!” The consultant dismissed. I’ll call her parents and update them. I’ll prescribe some IV top up vitamins along with her feed following some blood work so that stepping down can be swift.”

Miche smiled. Deep down he was glad to hear it. She was going to be okay. But then the guilt plagued him, how would he ever rid himself of debt and protect his sister?

Miche sighed. He threw the syringe in the yellow bin and took one last look at Shrekky. His world fell silent and calm.

Another problem for another day he supposed. Nothing mattered now though. Seeing Shrekky smile, even if it were an involuntary reflex, will stay with him forever.

#kabal multiverse of madness #the kabalians #Anika x Gojo #shrekky x Miche

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7-wonders · 2 years

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The Betrayal (Adrian Chase)

Summary: You find out the truth about what happened to your brother, Rick Flag, at the worst possible time.

Word Count: 2.0k

Notes: This is my first actual Adrian fic! Very angsty, of course, because writing about death is always going to come with angst. Um, warnings for Peacemaker's racist father, talks of death, Adrian being his sociopathic self. Let me know if you guys liked this, wanna see more, or whatever. Would love to chat more about Vigilante; my inbox is always open!

Also should I do an Adrian taglist? IDK let me know that too ig

You've tried to keep your emotions in check in this truck that's stolen from a veterinarian's office, knowing that there's a time for settling personal differences, and that time's not while you're technically on the clock. But as Adebayo tries to apologize about the betrayal of planting a fake diary among Peacemaker's trailer, the words from butterfly-Locke's press conference continue to play over and over in your head.

"In the diary, Smith also confesses to the murder of decorated US Army Colonel Rick Flag, whose death on a covert mission in Corto Maltese was originally believed to be accidentally caused by the collapse of a building known as Jötunheim."

You need to know. A part of you already knows that this is true, what with the way that Chris has been avoiding directly talking to you since the press conference aired. But still, you need it said out loud. Did Chris kill Rick? Was his death not what you were led to believe?

"Actually Chris, I give a fuck," you say, speaking up for the first time all afternoon. "Let's keep talking about this."

Adebayo rolls her eyes. "Not you, too."

"Shut up. Is it true?" You turn your attention on Peacemaker, who looks like he doesn't know what you're referencing. For a second, you think that maybe this was also one of many lies that the diary contained. "Is it true that you killed Rick?"

His face falls, and the breath escapes you all at once. Suddenly, it feels like the day that you found out Rick died all over again.

"It is. Oh fuck, it's true," you say.

"He was going to expose Project Starfish to the world," Peacemaker explains quietly, "and my mission was to make sure that information didn't get out."

"You murdered my brother!" He stares straight ahead, and the only sign of any emotion is the slight trembling in his jaw. "He trusted you. You were his teammate, his fellow soldier, and you murdered him."

Adrian says your name gently, putting a hand on your shoulder to try and defuse the situation from where he's sitting next to you, but there's no going back now. Not when you're seeing red and staring at the man who ripped Rick from your life.

"How did you do it?" you ask, standing up and shoving him in the chest. He doesn't move, but it feels good while you do it. "Did you look at him while he died? Actually, no. I wanna know his last words. What did he say while you watched him die?"

"If it makes you feel better, Rick called Chris a joke," Economos mutters from the front of the truck in what he must think is a reassurance.

Harcourt groans. "Dude, seriously?" You can hardly hear it, though, over the ringing in your ears.

“Oh my god. You knew?” Your voice doesn’t come out nearly as strong as you want it to be, so you walk up to the front to make sure you can confront them directly. “You knew that Peacemaker killed Rick, and you didn’t say anything to me?”

Economos is the first of the two to speak up. “We were given direct orders to—”

“As if you haven’t disobeyed Amanda Waller’s direct orders before. In fact, you disobeyed her orders on that very mission! That's how you ended up here in the first place.” You scoff before turning on Harcourt. “You’re my roommate, Emilia. My friend. You’ve comforted me when I’ve cried about how much I miss Rick, and this whole time…”

"I wanted to tell you," Harcourt says, finally looking at you, "but it just...was never the right time. When was I supposed to bring up that Chris did what he did?"

"I don't know, maybe when I started to trust him? I've been on the same team with the fuckhead who killed Rick without any sort of remorse, and you guys just—just let me go along without knowing the truth!"

They want to try and apologize, you're sure, or at least try to redeem themselves, but you're done. You're completely and utterly done. Turning on your heel, you ignore the way that Adebayo tries to get your attention, and how Chris still refuses to look away from the point on the wall that he's been staring at, and even Adrian when he grabs at your hand. You don't know who knows or doesn't know, and at this point you have no choice but to assume that they were all in on this. Instead, you sit at the very back of the truck, as far away from everybody else as you can be, turn your back on them, and cry as silently as you can.

The team awkwardly tries to resume their regular banter once you arrive at the farm where the cow's being kept, but it's a little hard for humor and sarcasm to land when you can't even look them in the eye. The only one that you're not mad at is Eagly, and even he pisses you off when he naturally doesn't follow commands and drops Peacemaker's sonic boom helmet in the middle of the woods.

"So, how did you find out?" you finally ask Adrian as the two of you work at searching your designated area to find the helmet, the team paired together in twos to fan out through the forest. "Was it as accidental as you joining the team? Or was it something funny for you and Chris to laugh at when he recounted all the people he's killed in the name of 'peace'?"

"I didn't know, actually."

"Oh." You sigh. "Sorry for assuming you knew."

"It's okay. Kinda seemed like I would know, considering Peacemaker's my best friend and all."

You laugh sharply. "Don't tell me you're bitter about not knowing my brother was murdered."

"Yikes, sorry, that was—" he grimaces, "that didn't come out the way that I meant it."

"I get it. My attempt at a joke, I guess."

It's quiet for a few minutes, both of you focused on finding a glint of chrome among the leaves. Finally, you feel like you need to speak. Be it the silence or the fact that Adrian's the only one you can still trust: once the words start, they don't stop.

"It's been a hard few months since Rick died. And then I go on this mission because it's the type of thing that Rick would do, and I start making connections and bonding with the absolute weirdest fucking people I've ever met. Soon enough, I can make it through the day without crying, and it feels like I can finally breathe again. And smile again. And laugh again.

"And now this shit, with the butterflies attacking and Peacemaker's Nazi dad trying to kill us and finding out that my friend killed Rick and my other friends knew about it. I should be mad, but I just keep thinking that I can't be mad, because Rick wouldn't be mad. He was always infuriatingly calm, even when he had every right to get angry."

"Hey, don't cry again," Adrian says awkwardly, removing his mask in what he probably thinks is a comforting way. "C'mon, stand up."

You're about to question what he's seeing when you realize that you're crying again, on your knees in the middle of the forest. Of course, the one person who knows nothing about emotions is the one that you're having a breakdown in front of. Naturally, this makes you cry harder.

In a repeat of earlier, Adrian makes stiff movements and pats your shoulder. "Gentle, nice touching."

"It didn't work with Chris, and it's not gonna work with me," you say, smiling up at him. "Thanks for the effort though."

"Your brother wouldn't want you to be sad." You know he probably saw this on Fargo, but it surprisingly does help.

"I know. But he's also the one who's dead, and he doesn't have to deal with this," you wave your hands in front of you, "this mess that he left behind. He left me here, and now I have to watch my mom be a shell of a person, and how my dad can't say Rick's name without crying. I don't even have Rick to confide in."

"I know what it's like to lose someone," Adrian says, finally sitting down next to you. "My dad left my mom for a dude. We haven't really heard from him in years."

"Damn," you let out a low whistle. "That's rough."

"It's okay, they're very much in love. The whole divorce was really rough for my mom, though. I know it's not the same as someone dying, but I lost my dad, and then I had to watch my mom deal with that. It sucks. I wish I could say something better than 'it gets better', but I can't, because it does. It just...gets better, for everyone involved."

"I'm not forgiving Chris," you say adamantly.

"Nobody said you had to forgive him, or the others." Somehow, that makes you feel better than anything else Adrian's said. You've already been feeling the pressure to forgive him for this heinous thing, and forgive the others for lying about their knowledge of what Chris had done. Even though the outside party giving you permission to feel your feelings is a sociopath, he's still someone whose opinion you care about.

"Thanks, Adrian." Adrian stiffens next to you when you lay your head on his shoulder in thanks, and you stifle a laugh. He's been helpful today. You'll laugh about it tomorrow. "Y'know, you're actually pretty good at giving advice."

"I learned it all from Fargo."

Now you do laugh. "Knew it."

Your comms suddenly crackle to life, and Harcourt gives the news that she and Peacemaker found the helmet. Adrian hops to his feet and, after a moment, offers his hand to help you up. "You ready to go?" he asks.

Dusting yourself off, you look up at him while he slips his mask on and nods. There's a time and a place for you to continue to work through this mess, but that's after getting out of the other, more deadly mess. "Let's go kill us a fucking cow."

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase imagine #vigilante #vigilante x reader #peacemaker hbo max #peacemaker hbo #peacemaker #vigilante imagine

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wield-the-mighty-pen · 3 years

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Analyzing Marinette’s hairstyles

So, I’ve actually seen a bunch of different posts and takes of what Marinette’s hairstyles represent and symbolize especially in regard to the episode “Heart Hunter”, but I wanted to go through all the different styles of hair instead of solely focusing on the pigtails/hair down of that particular episode.

With that being said, in no particular order, here we go:

The Bun

This hairstyle is almost exclusively seen in the episode “Animaestro”. However if you’re paying close attention, you will see Marinette wearing this hairstyle, in the old class picture, featured in “Reflekta”. I find the fact that the show made this connection between these two (scenes? examples?) incredibly interesting and very telling. Putting the class picture aside for a moment, one must analyze Marinette’s behavior in the episode “Animaestro”. To be sure, it isn’t great. For the most part, Marinette acts foolishly and immaturely and her actions in this episode, indirectly lead to the akumatization. Marinette, in her jealous state, goes so far as to join up with Chloe (a person she despises), and attempt childish pranks on Kagami. In short, I think that the bun hairstyle symbolizes a sort of immaturity for Marinette. The fact that she wore this hairstyle when she was younger only goes to prove my point. Marinette is not a perfect character, but her actions in “Animaestro” are arguably some of her worst, and naturally when she has hit a low in her maturity level, she reverts back to a hairstyle of her youth.

The Braid

The braid can be easily shoved aside as not holding any symbolism, as just a way the design team chose to incorporate the tail in her costume. However, there were a number of ways the tail could have been incorporated into the Ladynoir costume, and as such the braid must be analyzed. Now, a braid can be considered an almost restricting thing, it carefully tucks back locks of hair and traps them better than an ordinary ponytail can. However, the Ladynoir braid almost has a ‘fun’ twist to it (pun not intended but appreciated). It is long (like really long), and we even see her flick it playfully over her shoulder. I think that the braid is supposed to represent that dualism between responsibility and fun that the job of superhero can have. I have heard a lot of people criticize “Reflekdoll” for its lack of parallels. In other words, Chat Noir learns something and better appreciates Ladybug, but the reverse isn’t true, and I would say that in many ways this is true, Ladybug is not privy to the lesson that Chat Noir is. However, I would argue that she did learn something. Ladybug learned that it’s okay for her to have fun and to joke around. Towards the beginning of the episode we see Ladybug chastising Chat Noir for his joking around, however by the end we see Ladybug embrace this approach and even make some jokes herself. The braid shows Marinette acceptance of balance, of the combination of enjoyment and responsibility within her life.

The Space Buns

This design as well can be attributed to the design team finding a way to show mouse ears, but I’m still going to try to analyze this. I have two different ways to possibly explain this hairstyle. The first being to draw parallels to the bun hairstyle as this is essentially the same thing but two instead of one. The correspondence between the two hairstyles could be seen through Marinette’s feigned naivety in front of Chat Noir. She “accidentally” reveals herself as Marinette and pretends to be less informed than she really is. The other way to translate this hairstyle is as a security blanket so to speak. I haven’t gotten into the metaphorical interpretation of Marinette’s pigtails yet, but I will briefly explain a part of it now (and go into depth a little later). The pigtails serve as a sense of security for Marinette, as a source of status quo. The space buns are that, but elevated. In the episode this hairstyle is featured, “Kwamibuster” (I don’t think I mentioned this before), Marinette is desperate to keep her identity a secret from Chat Noir and develops a convoluted plan (including Multi-mouse) to accomplish this. She wants the security of her identity and wants to use her comfort style at this moment. However, Marinette is trying to distance herself from Ladybug and as such she uses a slight variation of her pigtails in her alternate hero form.

The Ponytail

I’m gonna be honest and say that I can’t fully analyze this hairstyle as we have not yet seen the episode where this hairstyle makes its second appearance. So I’m just focusing here on the ponytail from “Optigami”. I might make another analysis on the ponytail after “Sentibubbler” comes out but it might make more sense to wait until after the whole season comes out, in case there are new examples of ponytails (or other hairstyles for that matter). I don’t want to say anything about Pegabug’s ponytail, because as I’m sure you know, Miraculous trailers can be very misleading. Anyways, after that ramble, I now focus on Ladybee’s ponytail. To be frank “Optigami” was a bit of a doozy. I watched that episode with a sense of dread that did not lighten by the end of the episode. This isn’t a bad thing, but it was intense for a typical episode of Miraculous, a show where my usual reaction is a mix of “oh this is cute” and cringe (to be fair I cringe easily). But what I like so much about season 4 is that we get more than that (I won’t go into this now because I’m straying from the topic too much). Ladybee comes at a time of great stress for Marinette, she gets stuck in an elevator with someone and is thus unable to transform (let alone the fact that that “someone” is Adrien), she is without the help of Chat Noir and most of the other heroes, and (unbeknownst to her for a majority of the episode) her friend has been replaced with a sentimonster. Yet, despite all of this, Marinette remains cool, calm, and collected. She, unlike Alya, does not fall apart and despair when Senti-Nino is revealed, she knows she has to get the job done. A ponytail gives an image of “getting the job done” of focus. Although the situation is dire and dangerous, Marinette displays her competence in crisis and the ponytail magnifies that trait. I have a feeling that the same will be true for Pegabug, but only time (and the episode coming out) will tell.

Hair Down

In the two episodes that we have seen Marinette wearing her hair down, they were both in connection with Adrien and her relationship with her. I want to separate the two examples because though they both wind up achieving similar goals in regard to their symbolism, they do it in different ways. Focusing first on “Chat Blanc” Marinette wears her hair down in part to distinguish to the audience the difference between the two timelines. Though the surface level explanation of her hair would be sufficient explanation, this choice of hairstyle also has a deeper interpretation. This being as a metaphor for Marinette’s vulnerability. She is allowing her feelings to be known to Adrien, she is allowing herself to be open and honest about her emotions and with that freedom she lets her hair free as well. It is also significant that she is free from her secret identity (albeit unknowingly) and as she allows Adrien to see the full spectrum of her personality, she frees her hair from its restraint. In “Heart Hunter” too, this hairstyle signifies vulnerability and freedom. In this episode we see Marinette having fun with Adrien and Kagami, without the worry of how she is being perceived by Adrien, without the stress about her feelings for him. It is of great significance that when she lets her guard down, when she “lets her hair down” (both literally and metaphorically), Adrien comments on her beauty. We already know, as viewers, that Adrien has fallen in love with Marinette’s personality as Ladybug. But as Marinette, Adrien has not been privy to her full personality. He has only been given glimpses, as in this episode, to the full extent of her persona. Marinette is seen later on in the episode to revert back to her old hairstyle once she is no longer comfortable, when she feels inadequate compared to Kagami. She puts back on her guise when she feels she needs the security. Which leads us to that source of security.

Pigtails

I feel a bit bad as I have simplified this hairstyle in earlier paragraphs to a symbol for security. While this definition is a correct one, this hairstyle has more than one explanation. As Marinette’s primary hairstyle, in both her every day and hero outfits, we see this hairstyle A LOT. Because of this, there is an array of interpretation as to what this hairstyle could mean. Starting with the aforementioned, this hairstyle works as a form of security for Marinette. The style required her to hold her hair back, to keep it in check, away from possible disasters and viewers (wind can tangle hair very easily). The pigtails are the antithesis of letting her hair down, a common symbol for freedom and relaxation. The pigtails therefore show that she is on her guard and is protecting herself. The pigtails also represent her quality of being a do-er. She likes to do things, she is an active person, she doesn’t stand aside or wait for things to happen, she works to make them happen. As a do-er she needs focus, she needs a restraint for her hair that could get in her line of sight, and the pigtails do that well. As Ladybug, the same is true. She is focused and determined to accomplish her goals, to succeed in her battles and she needs to tie her hair back to best accomplish this. There is importance in the fact that she chooses to focus herself with pigtails rather than the equally practical ponytail. This can be attributed to the child-like quality that pigtails have. Marinette, simply put, is still a child. Though as a whole she is particularly mature for her age, at times she can show a bit of immaturity. It is interesting to note that as the seasons progress, the more we see her with other hairstyles. As she matures she wears the pigtails less. The pigtails are also a girly hairstyle and show how Marinette is a girly-girl in a plain and easy way. Additionally, the pigtails give her the approachable, girl-next-door look. In simply looking at Marinette one gets the image of her sweetness and good nature. In visual media, it is important to make a connection between personality and visage. In cartoons especially, a character’s design should fit with how they interact with their world, and the pigtails are an immediate signifier as to Marinette’s character. This about sums up my analysis of her pigtails. I know that there are more ways to interpret them, and feel free to comment if you think of any other interpretations!

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THE GIANTS OF THAI BL 2020 AKA SHOWS STEALING MY HEART IN NOVEMBER

UPDATE AND UPCOMING ANALYSIS NOVEMBER 2020

It's the moment I've been waiting for since the excruciating silence of Thai BLS during the lockdown. It's November, the month of thanksgivings, the month of pre-Christmas jitters, nanowrimo and the month that has finally made me realise we are so close to ending this godforsaken year. Still, most of all, November means that we are getting buttloads of shows that are about to take my breath away. This year has been such an exciting year for BLS because of the increasingly amount of companies and directors willing to produce and release different types of BLS. In this list, we have awaited sequels, delicious plotlines and shocking comebacks. But most of all we have lots and lots of romance and men. Which of these have you been waiting for? Let me know. Let's squeal about it. November is going to be so great!

Ratings: From 1 to 5 (1 being least excited to watch, 5 being most,) how excited am I to delve into these shows?

Shows already airing

1.I TOLD SUNSET ABOUT YOU/ INTERPRET, MY LOVE, WITH YOUR HEART

Genre/Themes: Romance, Melodrama, Coming of Age, Angst, Drama, Childhood friendship

Country: Thailand

Verdict: So finally I rise from the memories of poorly produced bls, and pains of bad acting, and toxic writings, and traumas of stiff actors and homophobic agendas to finally say that without a doubt. Nadao has produced another masterpiece after my other favourite (Non) BL; Greater Man academy. Nadao stuns me, and for a very long time, I couldn't understand that this was how everyone was feeling, one because I wasn't fully educated or in the know about the company, I only saw tv shows in Thailand that were produced by GMMTV and to be honest I didn't think there was anything else above that standard in shows apart from Lakorns and Movies. (I know Sacrebleu) Getting to know and watch Nadao shows has been an experience, and for BL, I am hooked and ready for what else they have to offer. The only qualms that prevent me from gushing about the show are how international fans are treated. It took me a very long time to forgive ITSAY for its subbing platform (and price range), and that's why I refused to watch it with positive feelings. After episode 2 though, I'd be a fool to hold on to resentment when there is no doubt that this BL (despite not knowing if it's a sad ending. I'd hate if it is but it wouldn't change anything) is the best BL of this year. With ridiculous, incredible production, outstanding breathtaking cinematography, beautiful and talented actors and writing so good it blows me away. Episode 2 left my heart in pieces, but in a good way, I haven't recovered from the angst.

Ratings: 4.5/5 Would have been a 5/5 if the pricing made sense but also I'm terrified about a sad ending which I won't be too happy about.

2. FRIEND FOREVER/ OUR LOVE IS SICK

Genre/Themes: Romance, Music, Coming of Age, Angst, Drama, Childhood friendship, Rich vs poor, Bullying

Country: Thailand

Verdict: It's a pity this show is not available for international fans. Because I think people would actually love this show the way I do. It's so precious, reminds me so much of my first ever BL Lovesick (made by the same production team so makes sense) but better. What can I say about this show, really adorable cast, actually so good on the screen, great chemistry, and good storylines that keep me hooked. I am so in love with surprisingly one of my favourite couples this year Tin and Sea. I have such a great time watching this show, and I enjoy also analysing and just piecing together some of the mysteries in the show. It's been so good so far, and I can't wait for more. The first episodes are a little slow-paced, but it gets better as you keep watching it. I'd advise you to watch the director's cut because that has all of the storylines in the episode instead of the tv version which is more censored and has a lot of deleted scenes that mess with the flow of the storyline. Still, one of my favourite Thai shows right now.

Ratings: 4/5 I think 4/5 is a fair score just because of some confusion when trying to watch it internationally and getting the right version and I do think the story feels like a whiplash between the different styles of writing of the main two couples. Go watch this though if you haven't, dm me and I'll show you how.

NON-THAI

3. GAYA SA PELIKULA

Genre/Themes: Romance, Drama, Comedy, Angst, LGBTQ+ Education, Contract relationship, Haters to lovers

Country: Philippines

Verdict: Normally with verdicts, I have so much to say about a show, also when I analyse I can write essays and essays of information. When it comes to this show, I'm speechless. I'm in awe; I'm crying just even trying to explain how great this show is. How great Fridays are because of this show. How upsetting and damaged I am when the end of the episode occurs, I literally mourn waiting for the next episode the next week because it's too long. This show pulls you in, and it never lets you go. I'm mindblown by the writing of this show, mindblown by the acting, by the production, music, but most of all I have become a mess because of this meta in this show. I have cried so much because of how much I care about this show, the characters are all fleshed out, are so powerfully written, and emotionally tugs at your heartstrings whilst still educating and representing LGBTQ community fantastically. I don't know what we did to deserve a show like this. Maybe its because after years of waiting for something to finally show up and just be unproblematic and be so great with no questions, no confusions, no struggle, this show is just that. And I will be forever thankful to the whole team that brought this to us

Ratings: 5/5 I would give this more than 5 if I could. That's how much this show means to me.

4. CHERRY MAGIC

Genre/Themes: Romance, Comedy, Supernatural, Office drama, Slice of Life

Country: Japan

Verdict: Kurosawa and Adachi. That's it. That's the reason for the 5/5 stars when it comes to watching this show. First of all, I like Japanese romantic comedy shows, and anime, and manga. So seeing cherry magic come to life as this amazing form of that makes me so happy. Typically with Japanese BL, everything feels so serious sometimes, and then sometimes it feels too crazy and over the top. But Cherry Magic just feels like a warm hug when you watch it; you can't help your self but to smile and giggle at Adachi's adventures realising that he can read minds because he's a virgin at 30 years old. To add to that, he is given Kurosowa this incredible, amazing, wonderful non-toxic man who absolutely adores him and unconditionally is there for him. I just like what? Where do I get my own Kurosawa? Like it just feels so unfair haha. But really cherry magic is full of great acting, fantastic plot and unique as well. Every character is also written well, and all have interesting dynamics. We also have another side couple who is so funny and ridiculous but also just cute and heartwarming. I have a great time watching this show and the fact that it's ending on Christmas day? Already tells you what this show is, a gift and its a great one.

Ratings: 5/5 I want my own Kurosawa. That's it. That's all I want Universe.

Shows Upcoming

5. THARNTYPE 7 YEARS OF LOVE

Genre/Themes: Romance, Drama, Comedy, Mature, LGBTQ+ Representation, Internalised homophobia, Sequel

Country: Thailand

Verdict: This is a complicated show to gush about. First of all TharnType, the series in 2019 was one of my favourite shows that brought me back to this BL thing. I absolutely adore all the actors, and I also loved the storyline like I said before there's something about Mame's writing that I appreciate, I think most of her strengths is found in TharnType. Because of this, this sequel is one of my most anticipated show this year. However, I feel conflicted because I hate sequels. I hate couples having to go through the weird-ass, shallow, conflicts that just end up ruining the meaning of their previous show and leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth about the couple I once loved (Looking at you Together with me the next chapter still traumatised honestly). Enough of the negatives, Tharn and Type from the trailer looks like it's going to be a wild ride, I can even see the great chemistry that made me fall for MewGulf, and I'm so excited to see the new couples and characters. I also am so excited to see TECHNO again and laugh with him every Friday. We also know that the awaited wedding between our couple is also going to be in this show. And that's going to make me bawl like a baby. Let's hope we don't have too many toxic or troublesome storylines, let's hope we don't have too many breakups and fights (because that hurts so much seeing Mew cry) and let's hope we finally have a sequel that is better than its predecessor.

Ratings: 4.5/5 This is how I feel about it, I don't think I can rate it as 5/5 because of all the worry and anxiety at what the storyline entails—still a great show to look forward to.

6. MANNER OF DEATH

Genre/Themes: Romance, Crime, Mature, Angst, Drama, Mystery, Thriller, Haters to Lovers

Country: Thailand

Verdict: Think about it. Why wouldn't this be number one on everyone's list of upcoming BLS? We have the return of one of the best actors in this genre MaxTul the actual godfathers of Thai BL; we have an incredible team here with a director that has won multiple awards, with a storyline that is unique to Thai BL, we're getting crime, detective, mystery BL with mature characters who are not in university? As if that's not enough, we also have a really incredible plotline about this forensic doctor who falls in love with someone who we are not sure if we should trust because he could be a murderer! Like oooh yes please, the drama, the angst, the thrill?? I'm ready for this; I am so prepared to give my whole heart and attention on this show. I want it to be so good, to defeat the shows of 2019 that came and took our hearts away, to be the best BL ever. It's so difficult not to raise my expectations when it comes to this show when I know we have a great cast, great chemistry, non-stiff acting, and just a really non-toxic author as well. I look forward to this so much. Only issue/question? Where is the trailer? Hello WETV, where is our teaser? Why don't we know the date for when this is coming out? I want it out now. But I'll try and be patient okay?

Ratings: 5/5 I can't think of how this show won't be good. And that's really worrying. But for now, I'll keep my expectations high and wait.

7. TONHON CHONTALEE

Genre/Themes: Romance, Coming of Age, Angst, Comedy, Childhood friendship, GMMTV

Country: Thailand

Verdict: Podd and KHAOTHUNG, (my sun, my heart, my favourite person ever) Sorry just gushing over my two faves. GMMTV has shocked me this year with the announcement of this show. First of all, Khao gets to have a show where he's the main lead. I've been waiting for this, and I'm so proud and excited for him. Not only that obviously, but TonTonChontalee looks really good with a vibe of a comedic spin to one of my favourite shows Theory of love. I am ready to see Podd act so stupid as Ton and at the same time sob when he finally realises that Chon is the one. I'm so ready to see Khao act his socks off, and the show looks so funny, so fun and just like the chemistry between two is definitely a winner. I cannot wait for this next Friday. And it also has Mike and Toptap! What's not to love? Seriously though I'm praying this is successful, and it helps both Podd and Khao to dominate GMMTV. Let's find out next Friday.

Ratings: 5/5 For Podd and Khaothung. Just worth the rating.

8. GEN Y THE SERIES

Genre/Themes: Romance, Drama, Comedy, Angst, 2moons Fanfiction, Haters to Lovers

Country: Thailand

Verdict: First of all 2 MOONS Reunion! What?? Very shocked to see this show tbh one because it's like a direct copy of 2moons the series; the same cast, the weird alternations to the same name, the same kind of plot as well. Channel 3 has finally decided to invest in BLs, one of the biggest companies in Thailand, so the budget is high, the actors are known and famous, the production is good. This is so exciting to see. Also, 2moons was one of my favourite past BLs the whole time it was airing, and I had a massive affinity for Kimmon and Copter, so it's great to see them play their characters again but with a better budget and now glow up and grown. Their acting seems to have improved, Kit and Ming's storyline being the main focus is also really lovely to see. I also love seeing Bas and the other actors from other Bl series (The Moment actors) and I'm excited to know more about the new cast as well. So yeh this show has a great potential to win my heart as well, and the competition is not easy at all. But with a great company behind them and an exciting premise, this can also be a winner.

Ratings: 4/5 I'm intrigued by this show, and I look forward to seeing what it brings.

November is such an exciting month for someone like me who just loves watching tv and analysing and just seeing romance bloom. These couples, stories and actors have a great potential to be the best things of 2020 so far, each of these shows holds evidence that they're worth paying attention to and honestly I've missed seeing Thai BLs that make me so excited so much. I've missed these actors, I've loved each and every one of them, and I can't wait to see them this month on my screen. What about you, guys? What do you look forward to? Who are your favourites? What are you worried about when it comes to these comebacks. Let's discuss.

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La Cuervo - Chapter 9

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on on Mayans M.C. are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

Bishop leaned back in his seat, and took a drag of his cigar. “Go on…”. “What I’ve been paying Alvarez so far, I’m willing to pay you, for information on any woman who might have crossed to Mexico, who fits the description of Gael's killer”, Palo said. “Which is…?”, Angel asked. “Asthmatic prostitute", Sala declared with a hoarse laugh, and ran a finger up Daniella’s thigh. The blonde smiled flirtatiously at him, before shooting Angel and Nina a dirty look.

Nina began shifting on Angel’s lap. He responded by stroking soothing circles on her back. “Coco, Gilly and Angel are our border-runners", Bishop said. Palo looked towards Angel and Nina, and Nina almost felt it as a gush of ice wind to be under his gaze. His eyes were so similar to Gaels, it was difficult to remain calm. “Yeah, but we haven’t seen nothing “, Angel said. “Still, you might at some point”, Palo said. “We could make some business together if you do”. “What is it you want?”, Bishop said. “I want you to find the girl, and bring her to me, so I can do to her what she did to my cousin… after I spend some time paying her back for the pain and money she’s cost me trying to find her”.

Nina looked down at her drink and realized she hadn’t touched it. The talk of the Mayans tracking her down for Palo, so he could kill her, was getting to be more than she could handle. Topping that of, was the promise of whatever torture he had planned. She downed her drink quickly, and coughed a little, as the burning liquid made its way down her throat. Filip straightened in his seat. “This conversation is between your two clubs. Now if you don’t mind, the young lady here seems to be in need of a dance”. He looked at Angel. “Unless you have a problem with that”. Nina looked at Angel almost pleadingly. She needed to get away from the situation, but keeping up appearances meant that Angel needed to give his permission – though they both knew that if the situation had been different, and she wasn’t trying to blend in, this wouldn’t have made a difference to her. Angel gave her a quick kiss. “Can’t say no to the SAMCRO prez, can I…?”, he said. “Go on, mami”. Filip reached out his arm, and Nina took it; doing her best not to make it too obvious how much she needed to lean on him, as they walked away.

“How are you feeling, luv'?”, Filip asked, as he led her over towards the evening's designated dancing-area. “Do you need your inhaler? Where is it?”. “In the trailer… But no. It’s not that. I’m just… scared”, she admitted. “Everything is fine. The Vatos don’t suspect anything”, Filip said. She put her hands on his shoulders, and Filip put his hands on her waist; and they began moving together to the song that was playing.

“You look beautiful", he said. “Bullshit”, she said, her voice shaking. “You’re just trying to make me feel better”. “When have I ever lied about the way you look?”, Filip frowned. “Remember that pimple on your forehead?”. Nina let a smile find its way to her lips at the memory. “You called me The Creature from the Black Lagoon for a week”, she said. “It was humongous! Terrifying…”, Filip exclaimed. “But it’s true. You’re breathtaking tonight. Though, it might just be because you look happier than you have in years”. They swayed together for a long moment, before Nina replied. “I am… I think", she said. “And Mr. Sharp-as-a-marble over there did that?”, Filip grunted. She scowled at him “Sorry…I suppose he has a certain Neanderthalic charm to him, and seeing as you more or less grew up in a club, it makes sense for you to fall for a patch… I just thought we’d lose you to one of our own charters. You have first lady potential, my love. It’s not too late for us to get out of here. We could drop you off with SAMDINO”. “Packer?”, Nina gasped. She shuddered at the thought of the San Bernadino president. “That man eats nails for breakfast”. “So do you. And you wash it down with coffee blacker than the night”, Filip chuckled. “Yeah, well; that’s not happening”, Nina muttered.

They danced for a moment longer. Nina locked eyes with Angel, and he shot her a warm smile. Filip noticed them looking at each other, and chuckled to himself. “He’s… It feels right", Nina said quietly. “Jackie-boy would be happy for you”, he said. Nina looked at him, and swallowed thickly, to wet her throat. “And you? Are you happy for me?”, Nina asked. “I’m not as smart as he was”, Filip said, and gallantly made her twirl under his arm. Nina giggled at the motion, and when he pulled her back in, she threw her arms around his neck; hugging him close. “Thank you… For being my family. For taking care of me…”. “But… it’s time for you to make your own life”, Filip said, cutting her off. She winced at his words. “Don’t do that… It feels like you’re saying goodbye”, Nina said. “Aren’t I? You’ve got yourself a new family”, he replied. “You’re my family… SAMCRO is”. She felt tears beginning to form in her eyes. “And now these people are as well, it seems”, Filip replied. He moved a finger under her chin, and lifted her head to look into her eyes. “We will always be your family, Nina. And we will never make you chose; you got that?”. Nina nodded, and Filip placed a covert kiss on her temple.

The song was over, and Nina quickly dried her eyes. Coco came up to them from somewhere, his expression worried. “Yo, where’s that mouse-cabron?”, he asked Filip. “Ratboy? Haven’t seen him in a few”, Filip replied. “Why?”. Coco cursed below his breath. “I can’t find Letty. He was checking her out earlier”, he grunted. Nina shook her head. “Coco, I told him to keep away. You don’t have anything to worry about”. “Yeah? Then where the fuck are they?”.

They began searching the premises. Coco was fuming; almost shaking in rage. Going into the clubhouse, they found a couple of girls knocking on the door to the bathroom. “Come on. We have to pee!”, one of them cried out. “What’s going on in there?”, Nina asked. “One of those Charming guys went in there with a girl like 15 minutes ago”, the girl replied. Coco strode over, and pushed the girls away, before pounding the door. “Letty…? Leticia!”, he roared. The door was almost shaking from the force of his fist. “If this thing with VM doesn’t start a war; Rat’s dick might…”, Filip muttered to Nina. He walked over to Coco, and pushed him away. “Rat?”.

The door opened, and Quinn came out; zipping his jeans. “What man? I was in the middle of something”. Coco’s eyes widened in rage, before a strange brunette with an embarrassed grin came out behind Quinn; wiping her lips. “Fuck…”, Coco snarled. “Sorry, brother”, Filip said. “We’re looking for his kid. She might have slipped off with Rat”. Quinn nodded in direction of the door. “I saw them going towards the office building”. Coco almost ran out the door, bumping in to Angel as he passed. “Letty…”, Nina said to him, as he looked confusedly at her. Angel rolled his eyes, and followed Coco; Filip and Nina at his heels.

They ran across the yard, through the crowd, and made it to the office, just as Coco pulled his gun; and kicked in the door. “What the fuck?”, he yelled, as he stood in the doorway. Filip and Angel rushed over to stop him, but halted in their steps; and both laughed out loud. “What”, Nina asked, and ran over to see what was going on. She pushed her way past the men, and found Coco aiming his gun at Rat, who was blowing his nose in some tissue. He and Letty laid on their stomachs on the floor, watching The Notebook on her iPad. “Coco? What the fuck?”, Leticia said. “My bad. I thought you were… What the fuck are you doing?”, Coco asked. “What does it look like?”, Letty snarled. Angel patted Coco’s shoulder. “Put away the gun, man”, he said. Coco clenched his jaw, and groaned. “Letty, go home”, he said. Rat looked at him pleadingly. “Can we finish the movie first?” Filip chuckled, and shook his head. “Finish the movie, and then take this young lady home, Ratboy”, he said. “No hanky-panky”. Rat nodded, while Letty rolled her eyes.

They left Rat and Letty to it, and walked back towards the party. Filip led Coco in front of him, with a hand on his shoulder. Angel slipped an arm around Nina, and made them fall behind. “Come dance with me”, he said. Nina looked at him disbelievingly. “You dance?”, she chuckled. Angel smirked at her. “I do a lot of things you don’t know about yet”. He led her towards the dancing area, and wrapped both arms tightly around her, holding her close. Nina merged her fingers behind his neck, and let him lead her to the rhythm of the music. Angel danced like he rode his bike; confident, and showing off just the right amount. He knew how to move, and was beyond needing to prove himself, but he was also a smug bastard. At one point, he decided to sweep a leg behind her, and dip her so far to the ground she could almost feel her hair brush the ground. She laughed at the move, and shivered in pleasure as Angel placed a soft kiss to her neck, when he lifted her up again. Nina felt comfortable and safe in his arms, and let herself swim away in his deep eyes.

“Have a nice chat with your brother?”, Angel asked. “Yeah… It was nice to not have to pretend not to know him for just a couple of minutes”, Nina sighed. “I get that”, he replied. “Did he say anything… interesting?”. Nina raised a brow at him. “Nosy…”, she grinned. Angel shrugged embarrassedly. “No, nothing interesting. Just relaying a job-offer”. “Yeah?”. “Yup. First lady of SAMDINO”. Angel’s eyes widened. “Fuck. That’s a good offer. Sure you don’t wanna take it?”. Nina laughed, and punched his shoulder. “You sick of me already, Mayan?”. “Not possible, cuervo”, Angel smiled, and dipped his head to meet her lips. She inhaled him as he kissed her; the mix of liquor, cologne, musk and pure Angel filling her nose and her entire being. He pulled back, and looked down at her; and without using his voice, it was as if he spoke the words she was beginning to think she felt herself.

Angel drew in a breath, and was about to speak, when he chuckled and shook his head. “What?”, Nina said. “We should split”, he said. “Why? Is something wrong?”, she asked. He placed his lips to her ear. “Nah, but the way you’re moving, ma’; my dick is hard as a rock”, he growled, and pressed his groin against her to prove his point. Nina giggled, and turned to press her lips to his again. “But I didn’t have any of the chorizo yet”, she breathed. “I’ll give you the fucking chorizo”, Angel said, and moved his hand down to squeeze her butt, sending shivers through her spine. “You’re disgusting”, she smirked. He raised a brow at her, and moved his hand covertly under the skirt of her dress; ghosting her folds. “Disgusting is making you wet, ma’”, he whispered. Dipping his finger behind the fabric of her panties, and just inside her, Angel smirked as Nina let out a soft moan.

They quickly caught up with Filip and Coco, who had calmed down by now. They were at the bar with Tig, Bishop and Palo. Nina did her best to ignore the Vato. “I’m taking my girl home”, Angel said. Filip nodded, and shook his hand. “Alright, brother”, he said, and turned to Nina. “It was lovely to meet you, sweetheart”. “Will you be sticking around?”, she asked. “We head out tomorrow”, Tig replied, and winked at her. We’ll say goodbye then, he way saying.

Angel gave Coco a hug, and Nina kissed his cheek; before they headed towards the trailer to get her things. While she rushed to pack up her belongings, Angel waited in the doorway; tilting his head to look up her skirt every time she bent over. Nina couldn’t help but smile at his wanton glares, but frowned when she turned towards the table. The gun was there, but the inhaler was gone. “What’s wrong?”, Angel asked. “My inhaler… It’s gone”, she replied. He shrugged. “You probably already packed it”, he said. “No… It was right here”. Angel crouched down to check under the table. “You sure? Maybe you lost it when you were getting stuff ready for tonight”, he said. He got up to stand, and took her hand. “Are you ok? Do you need it right now?”. “No, but… Angel, I left it right here!”. Angel frowned, and something unreadable ghosted his face. “I’ll take you to get a new one tomorrow, yeah?”. Nina sighed, and nodded. “Yeah… ok”. She put her gun in her bag and grabbed her helmet. “Let’s go”.

Once back outside, Angel nodded at Bishop, Palo and Filip, who were standing on the porch. Bishop waved at them, and they went to get on Angel’s bike. Soon after, they were driving off the lot. Nina felt a wave of relief wash over her, once they were out of eyesight of the yard.

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The vibrations of the bike didn’t do anything to calm the building tingling sensation in Nina’s lower belly; at the anticipation of what awaited her. She tightened her grasp on Angel’s waist, and did her best to avoid moving her hands down to his crotch, so that she wouldn’t distract his driving.

They hardly made it inside the house, before Angel had pulled her bag off her back, and thrown it on the floor. He attacked her lips while his hands roamed her body. His fingers travelled up under her skirt, and found their way down her panties; tracing her lower lips for a second, before his middle and ring finger plunged in to her. Nina threw her arms around his neck, and gasped. “Oh… shit… Oh my god…”, she panted, as he scissored them against her front wall. The heel of his hand rubbed deliciously against her clit, and she was finding it hard to stand. “I got you…”, Angel breathed. Nina could only moan in reply, and moved her hips to ride his fingers. “You like this? You want me to make you come like this, mami?”. “Fuck… yes”, Nina pleaded; her feet slipping on the floor. The sounds of Angel’s fingers working on her were obscene, with the slick noises of her wetness against his hand. His other arm went around her back, and held her in place. “Then fucking come for me. Come on my hand”. Her legs were already shaking, and when Angel made an especially hard thrust of his fingers, they gave in; and all that kept her horizontal was her arms around neck. She cried out as her climax hit her, and heat spread through her body. She would have fallen backwards if it wasn’t for Angel’s hold on her.

He lowered her to the floor, and quickly shed his cut and top. With shaking hands, Nina pulled off her panties, and threw them in a corner somewhere. Angel got down on the floor, and crawled over her; kissing her with a passion. She pushed at his shoulders, making him lay down on his back, and straddled his legs; yanking at his jeans, while he laughingly tried to open his belt. “There’s my greedy girl…”, he grinned. She finally managed to get his pants and boxers pulled down; and gasped in pleasure as his erection sprung free. Scooting forwards, and lifting herself, she then grabbed a hold of him, and held him to her opening; sinking down while she let out a mewl at the delicious stretch. “Fuck…”, she whimpered, and began moving on top of him.

As Angel grabbed her hips to guide her movements, Nina unzipped her dress behind her, and pulled it over her head. She then unhooked her bra, and threw it behind her; knocking over a half-drunken beer on the table. Angel was holding on to her so hard that she was sure to have bruises on her hips. She was grinding against him, desperately trying to reach her high again. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this”, Angel groaned, and moved his hands to her breasts; kneading them, and pulling at her nipples. The sting was equal parts pleasurable and painful, and Nina threw her head back in extasy. He was so deep inside her – filling her so perfectly – that she felt like they were growing in to one being. Leaning her hands on Angel’s chest for leverage, she began moving up and down in stead of grinding. Every time her butt hit his thighs, and his dick bottomed out in her, she let out a gasping whimper. “You feel so good…”, she panted. “Don’t stop, mami. Keep moving like that”, Angel demanded. She clenched her muscles around him, and his expression became almost animal, as he let out a growl. “Fuck me!”.

Nina grabbed his lower arms, and he held on to hers, so she could use him as leverage while she leaned back. She managed to get into a position where Angel was hitting her g-spot at every thrust of her hips; and she sped up her movements, beginning to feel another climax nearing. “Angel!”, she cried out, as she came for the second time; her body shaking and heart feeling like it was trying to pound its way out of her chest. Angel sat up, and wrapped his arms around her; putting his hands on her shoulders to keep her pinned to his cock. She kept moving, dragging out her pleasure; and felt his abs tense up against her belly, letting her know he was close as well. “I’m gonna cum”, he announced. “Don’t stop!”. Nina was almost crying from the intense waves of the orgasm still washing through her. Angel cried out, and spilled himself inside her. She felt her body calm down, and began relaxing against him. Angel buried his face in the crook of her neck, and laughed. “Fuck, Nina…”. He looked up at her, and released his arms from around her. Cupping her face, he kissed her deeply. “That was…”. “Yeah…”, Nina smiled.

Panting in each other’s arms for a while longer, Angel finally put his hands on Nina’s butt, to gently lift her off him. She whined in disappointment at the loss of their connection, when he made her get off his lap. “Come on, ma'. Move your ass. I need to get something to eat", Angel chuckled, and patted her butt-cheek playfully as she moved to sit on the floor. Nina grinned at his words, and spread her legs, to invite him in. “Well, if you want…”, she said. Angel laughed, and leaned over to kiss her softly, before getting off the floor, and pulling his pants up, without closing them. “Real nourishment, querida”, he said, and walked into the kitchen to search the fridge for something edible.

Nina huffed in annoyance, and got to her feet; grabbing her dress, and beginning to pull it over her head to cover herself up. Angel appeared in the doorway, and gave her a displeased once-over. “What are you doing? Who said I was done with you?”. Nina’s eyes snapped up at him, and she nearby felt her knees buckle from the sheer machismo of his stance. His jeans hung from his hips, giving her just enough of a view of his pubic-bone, to make her shiver in lust, and his gaze was proud. She dropped the dress and stepped towards him, and Angel put his free hand on her hip, as he put a carton of juice to his mouth. A droplet escaped his lips, and she got on her toes and licked it from the corner of his mouth. Angel set down the juice on the counter, and snatched a packet of cereal from a shelf, before smacking Nina's butt to make her turn around again.

His juices were beginning to run down her leg, which was really the only sign that he’d already come tonight; as, when he walked behind Nina, his penis poked her in the back. He was still hard, horny, and – as he’d said – not done with her. Once in the bedroom, Angel threw an arm around Nina, holding the packet of cereal against her belly. His other hand went to her throat; forcing her back against his chest. She turned her head, and managed to draw a kiss from him, before he pushed her down on the bed; landing on her chest. Angel grabbed a pillow, and made her lift her hips, so he could place it under her; lifting her backside for him. She lay there with bated breath, and anticipating his entering her at any moment; but time dragged out, and she was beginning to wonder what he was waiting for.

Suddenly, she heard a crunching noise. “What are you doing?”, she asked. “Don’t move”, Angel replied. She felt his fingertips making small dips on each of her butt-cheeks, then up her spine. She began to turn her head. “What…?”. Angel took a firm hold of her head, and turned it forwards again. “I said; don’t move”, he growled. Something fell off her butt, and landed on the bed. “Look what you did…”. Then she realized what he had been doing. “Is that cereal?”, she chuckled. Angel replaced the little oat-ring on her cheek. “Said I was hungry”, he said. She could hear the smile in his voice.

Placing the packet on the floor, Angel placed his lips on first her left cheek – kissing it, and sucking the cereal into his mouth. He did the same thing on her other cheek, and Nina found it hard to lay still from the feel of his lips on her body. Angel travelled up her spine, kissing her skin, and sucking the cereal trail into his mouth. She felt goosebumps forming in the wake of Angel’s lips, and her tunnel clenched around nothing; wanting him inside her so bad. He made sure not to put his weight on her. All she felt of him where his lips and tongue; though his body radiated heat which contrasted delightfully with the coolness of the wet spots he left in his wake up her back.

Finally reaching the last piece of cereal at the nape up her neck, Angel left a lingering kiss, and licked his way down to the spot bellow her ear. Here he suckled for a millisecond, before plunging his cock inside her; and laying down on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. Nina cried out at the sensation of being full again. Angel began a brutal pace, slamming in to her hard with every thrust. She was being squeezed under his weight, and loved every second of it. A stray tear left her eye. “You good, mami?”, Angel panted. “Harder!”, Nina demanded. Angel laughed, and fucked in to her with even more vigor.

Nina felt her scalp sting, as Angel grabbed a hold of her hair, and made her turn her head, so he could kiss her. The sounds of her gasps and moans mixed with Angel’s groaning, and his hips hitting her backside continuously. She felt her climax approaching, and Angel wrapped his hand around her throat again, carefully squeezing it. She felt dominated and used, and at the same time safe and cared for beyond belief. Her tears of pleasure mixed with tears of joy, as she exploded into an orgasm. “Oh… god!”, she almost screamed, her voice ragged. Angel let go of her throat, and used her clenching tunnel to reach his own high. Making a ragged groan, he finally climaxed, and came inside her.

He kissed the nape of her neck, and pulled out; collapsing next to her on the bed. Too overwhelmed to move, and still shaking from her orgasm, Nina couldn’t turn around, and simply whimpered. Angel smiled softly, and pulled her into his arms, letting her settle against his chest. He grabbed the packet of cereal, and picked an oat-ring out; before holding it to Nina’s lips, and letting her eat it. “Thank you…”, she smiled. “Right back at you. Do you wanna go clean up?”. “No…”, Nina yawned. “But I have to. UTI’s are not sexy”. Angel kissed her temple. “Go…”, he said, and helped her sit up. She crawled off the bed, and went into the bathroom.

She found Angel on his phone, when she reentered the bedroom. He looked serious as he spoke. “Did they say they’d be back…? What lead…? Yeah, ok… Nah, we’ll be there before reaper heads out again… Yeah, see you then”. He hung up, and looked at Nina. “Vatos Malditos just rode out”. Nina crawled under the sheets, and curled up next to him. “Is something wrong?”, she asked. Angel frowned slightly. “Sala told Taza they had a lead on Gael’s killer…”, he muttered. “This is good. It means they don’t suspect you”. Nina sighed. “Yeah… maybe”. Angel pulled her into his arms, and pressed his lips to hers. “You’re good, cuervo. You’re safe”.

She nodded; not sure if she agreed.

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Angel was still asleep when Nina woke in the morning. He had a blissful expression on his face, and she didn’t have the heart to wake him; but her bladder was craving her attention, so carefully she slipped out of his embrace to go pee. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she saw that the two hickeys on her neck were almost gone. It was strangely sad, and she almost wanted to ask Angel to make another one.

Grabbing one of his t-shirts from the bedroom, and putting it on; Nina moved into the living room to look around. The quietness of the morning was almost deafening, but not uncomfortable. Angel’s house was strangely homey, in spite of its macho clutter and the bike-parts on the worktable by the door. She slipped into the kitchen to check for coffee, but came up short. He had a coffeemaker, but no beans. If Angel planned on having her around, that would not fly in the future. She found a can of coke in the fridge, and decided it would have to do as a caffeine-shot for now; before walking back into the living room, sipping her beverage.

There was a picture on a small table by the couch, and Nina sat down; picking it up to look at it. A kind looking woman was holding a baby in her arms and laughing at the camera, while a little boy with dark, expressive eyes had his arms around her neck, and was grinning at the baby. “My mom…”, Angel said. He was standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of black boxer-briefs, and rubbing his eyes. Nina quickly put down the picture, feeling like she’d been caught touching something sacred. “Sorry”, she muttered. He walked over and picked up the picture. “It’s ok…”, he said, smiling a little at the frame, before setting it down again. He joined her on the couch, and pulled her legs over his thighs, before leaning in for a soft kiss. “She died”. “I’m sorry”. “Me too”, he replied. “It was a hit…”. Nina swallowed thickly. “Because of the club?”, she asked. “Nah… Some other shit. Much older”. She took his hand, and brushed her lips over his knuckles. They were still bruised after his cagefight the night before. “Do you wanna talk about it?”, she asked. He looked at her again, and smiled sadly. “Yeah… Some day. Not now”. Nina knew how that was, and simply nodded.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her fully onto his lap, so that she sat sideways on it. “You’re saying goodbye to your family today…”, he said. His words stung in her heart, but she decided to take the fact with a raised head. “Not all of it. You’ve all taken me in as well”, she said. Angel kissed her shoulder. “Just don’t call me your brother. That’s weird”. Nina grinned at him, and tugged at his beard. “Nah… Papi works…”.

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#angel reyes #angel reyes fic #angel reyes x oc #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #mayans mc fic #sons of anarchy #ez reyes #chibs telford

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mittensmorgul · 3 years

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do we know why the boys were not allowed to have facial hair on the show? i feel like it was more in character than to assume sam and dean had to time to just always be clean shaven in the middle of apocalypses, being demons or possessed, fighting gods ect. on the flip side, im still confused as to how cas grew facial hair in purgatory when i didnt think that was something that happened to angel vessels?

Hi there! There's actually quite a bit going on in this question (I think this is my way of saying sorry it's taken me a few days to get to it :'D)

I'll start by saying I don't think it was a matter of "not allowed" to have facial hair, but it's actually more complicated than that. Not to mention Dean especially was almost never what I'd call "clean shaven" outside of when they were beginning a hunt and posing as FBI.

There's a video I think on the s1 dvd's called something like "a day in the life of Jared and Jensen". Wait... I found it on the youtube...

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It's only about 10 minutes long, and if you haven't seen it, it's worth watching all of it. It was shot during the filming of 1.20 Dead Man's Blood, so they hadn't even been at this a full year yet. About 2 1/2 minutes in, they go through hair and makeup, and talk about shaving.

Back in s1, Sam had to be more clean shaven to look younger, and Dean had to have a bit of scruff just to look a bit older. So at first it was to visually make their ages more obvious. But it's also about continuity on camera. Remember, each episode of supernatural was filmed over eight weekdays (with a couple days for weekends in the middle). Episodes are NOT filmed in scene order. It would make it almost impossible to show normal, chronological beard growth over the span of two weeks of filming, you know?

If they film scene 38 first, then scene 12, then scene 19, then scene 2 over the course of four days, their facial hair has to remain believably consistent, not grow and shrink :'D So having a designated easily duplicatable facial hair style (and hair cut, because head hair can grow noticeably in two weeks, too, especially when it's as short as Jensen's on the sides/back) makes visual continuity actually possible. Especially when they're filming entire EPISODES out of airing order.

Think about Jensen's beard in the AU bunker battle scene in the beginning of 15.04. That was the first episode filmed of s15, and those were the first SHOTS filmed of s15 before Jensen shaved off his hiatus beard for the rest of the season. Those scenes were probably filmed in a single day, two at most, before he had to resume "standard Dean." Also think about Demon Dean's slightly longer hair that went back to normal, or Sam's beard from the first three episodes of s14 before he shaved in 14.04. Those times the longer hair/facial hair was used to show a lack of self-care for various reasons.

I think Cas's Purgatory beard was used to show the same. He was doing "penance" in his own mind, but I do think it was also the seeds of his entire depression arc that would run right through 15.18 and then never get an actual resolution (sorry, I had to at least grumble about that a little bit...). I remember Jensen saying when he asked why Dean was clean-shaven in Purgatory and Cas wasn't, he was told by someone that "Dean has knives," and would actually continue shaving for some reason, while Cas wouldn't even bother using his grace/powers to maintain his appearance there.

I don't believe the show has ever made any sort of statement about angel vessels NOT growing hair/facial hair. Plus by this point in the series, we really do have to consider that Cas's body, not as much his vessel anymore. Jimmy was long gone, and the last at least two times Cas had been resurrected, that body was also remade for him. We're at least two degrees of remove from that being a normal vessel, so even if angel vessels aren't "supposed to" grow hair or change their appearance, Cas would have an exception asterisk attached. :'D

The thing is, we HAVE seen other angels change the appearance of their vessels. I mean... Lucifer, for one, especially in s13. He grew scruff, looked messy, etc. And it was explained to be a result of having been imprisoned and his grace seriously depleted to the point he couldn't even perform small magical tasks for himself.

So why did Cas grow scruff in Purgatory? Because television is a visual storytelling medium. If you had a friend in real life who usually looked like Cas normally does, and then saw him after months and saw the guy Dean found in Purgatory, what would your immediate thoughts be about how that friend had been doing lately? Did similar thoughts about how Cas's last few months in Purgatory alone, running from Leviathans, staying alive primarily to keep the Leviathans focused on HIM instead of on Dean?

I think the phrase "run ragged" applies to Cas's Purgatory look. Sometimes facial scruff combined with smudged on dirt is the fastest visual shorthand for "yikes this guy has had it rough lately." Hence his "get clean" scene in 8.07 restoring him entirely to "normal," including clean-shaven and a decent haircut somehow. I think he'd been entirely able to have given himself that look in Purgatory, but he just never bothered to. For whatever reason, Dean did bother. And that was part of the visual narrative telling us that Dean still cared, and that Cas (outside of his mission of keeping the leviathan away from Dean) didn't.

Like, even when Cas was human in early s9, when he was on the run and homeless, even when he was given opportunity to shave his scruff (at the beginning of the episode while brushing his teeth, and at the end after showering at the bunker and before being kicked out) he still retained the scruff. The next time we saw him in 9.06, when he was settling into his "new human life" as a sales associate, even though we understand he's still technically homeless, he's actually maintaining his appearance, demonstrated by his care for himself and the fact he bothered to shave. For him, it was a visual signifier of his growing to accept himself.

To go way back up to that video above, in the makeup trailer are dozens of photos of different looks for each of them. Yes, some are purely silly, but even as shown in 6.15 The French Mistake (the "I'm a painted whore!" scene) are a few similar continuity photos. Every day of filming, every change to makeup and hair (including FX makeup showing wounds, bruises, etc.) has to be documented for the sake of continuity. Or you'd have an episode with alternating scenes of them having longer/shorter/longer facial hair over the course of what's supposed to be a single day on screen. The easiest way to maintain that continuity is character consistency, only having a drastically different look occasionally, for a specific reason.

So why couldn't they have chosen to go with a beard for an entire season? It's just as easy to maintain beard consistency day to day on set as it is to just have them shave to scruff, right? Crowley did that... he was clean-shaven the first few seasons he was on the show, and then grew the beard, so why not Sam and Dean?

As I said above, the visual language of the show actually means something. These aren't real people who might casually decide to grow facial hair for fashion reasons. They're fictional characters being used to tell a specific story. Their appearance and their clothing choices are visual shorthand to give us information about their current mental state, their internal priorities, etc. It's all part of the story, and in this story, Sam and Dean generally care enough to maintain their chosen physical appearance. They only seem to grow beards when they're either being run ragged or otherwise lack the ability to care for themselves, whether by choice or by circumstance.

I think it's less "they were not allowed to grow beards" and more "this would not be in character in the visual language of the show."

#visual storytelling #spn fashion hour pffft #heck what else do i even tag this? lol #on the nature of angel grace #i guess since there's literally nothing in canon that says angels can't grow facial hair or that they don't #just that in most circumstances they actually bother to maintain the appearance of their vessels

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ushijimaenthusiast · 3 years

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oiten birthday fic/date night

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Satori is so good at reading his boyfriend that he doesn’t even open his mouth before Satori is tightening the arm around his shoulders and leaning in, whispering, “Chill, babe. It’s fine.”

Tooru’s back straightens as he gives Satori a side-eyed glare. “You don’t even know what I was going to do.”

Satori just grins, shuffling them a little further in line. “Sure I do. You were gonna talk shit.”

If possible, Tooru’s glare turns even more vicious.

“They deserve it. If I don’t say something, they’ll just think it’s okay to keep doing it.”

“But are they really worth your time? I’m not bothered by it, so you shouldn’t be.”

“But you should!” Tooru’s shout draws a few glances their way, but he’s so heated he doesn’t even notice. Satori doesn’t care. “They’re being fucking rude and should be put in their place because if not they’ll continue to do the same thing and it could be towards someone who’s not as strong as you are.”

Satori’s smile falters a little at that, unused to such a compliment, but it’s all the hesitation Tooru needs before he’s spinning around to the couple in the opposite line who’ve been giving them dirty looks since they walked in the door. Satori’s not sure if it’s because of the way they’re dressed (Satori in comfy sweats and a tattered hoodie and Tooru decked out in his tightest pants and crispest button-up), or if it’s because someone as hot as Tooru is practically clinging to someone like Satori. Either way, Satori has learned to ignore such looks, but Tooru hasn’t.

He’s not used to how judgmental and negative people can be just for how one looks. He’s never been ostracized or called dirty names for the way he dresses or for acting too weird in public. He’s always been a prim and proper sort of boy, someone who uses words to sort things out instead of hiding behind a hand. Satori doesn’t fault him for feeling protective and wanting to set things right; he just wishes it was warranted.

“It’s not like we ever even said anything,” the woman butts in, knowing Tooru is about to attack. Her voice is high and nasally, and it instantly grates on Satori’s nerves.

“You didn’t have to. Your face reads Judgmental Bitch to anyone looking at you.”

She sputters as a few chuckles rise around them. Her partner looks too stunned for words, and Satori takes that pause to tighten his grip around Tooru’s waist and draw him closer to his body, shutting him up momentarily.

“Listen,” Satori says lazily, hardly sparing them another look, “just keep your eyes on yourself and we won’t have any more problems, m’kay?” He ends it with a leer, and tugs Tooru down the line as they shuffle forwards. Some of the other customers give them appreciative glances, while others glare just as rudely as the couple. Tooru gives one more glare at the couple before huffing and facing forward, curling tighter around Satori.

Without any hassle they buy their popcorn and drinks, steering clear of the couple as they make their way to their designated theater. Tooru relaxes even further when the couple goes into a separate one.

“Happy now?” Satori asks as they enter the darkened room. Trailers haven’t started yet, so it’s eerily quiet in the wide-open space, especially since there are only two other groups in the room. They head for the back row, both happy to see it empty.

Tooru huffs, and Satori sees him shrugging. “I coulda said a few more things if you hadn’t stopped me.”

“Oh, I know,” Satori chuckles. He slides into the row first and heads towards the middle. “But then we’d probably have gotten kicked out and wouldn’t be able to see this movie we’ve both been waiting to see for ages and would have to wait until it’s available to stream or find a way to illegally download it and where’s the fun in that? Besides,” Satori kicks down his seat and plops in, draping one arm over the chair Tooru sits in, “you shouldn’t let people like them get to you. They’re a waste of everything.”

“I don’t know how you handle it,” Tooru mumbles. “It makes my skin crawl.”

Satori lowers his arm from the back of the seat to Tooru’s shoulders, drawing him closer so he can place a faint kiss at his boyfriend’s temple. “And that’s what makes you a better person than them and me.”

“Shut up,” Tooru mutters, swatting at Satori’s chest. “You know I think you’re great.”

“And that’s all that matters.”

Tooru just sighs and snuggles closer to Satori as the lights dim and the trailers start to roll.

Satori doesn’t know how he got this lucky. How someone as beautiful and loyal as Oikawa Tooru, an ex-volleyball player and all-around Good Guy, managed to fall in love with the batshit weirdness that is Tendou Satori, a college dropout and general waste of space. Even with the years between them, Satori still finds it hard to believe that Tooru loves him, that he’s willing to put time and effort into their relationship, despite the onlookers that speculate and judge whenever they’re out in public.

Like tonight. Satori knows his attire could have been less sloppy, but he likes to be comfortable when watching movies. And no matter where they go, Tooru likes to dress up for dates. Tooru doesn’t hate him for not putting more effort into his wardrobe, and that’s something Satori appreciates immensely. He also has no qualms about complimenting his boyfriend’s choice of clothes and how they make him look, since complimenting Tooru is one of his favorite things.

There’s so many things about Tooru that Satori considers his favorite that he has a little black box in pocket that’s burning a hole against his thigh. He’s carried it with him everywhere for the last year, unsure of when he wanted to pop the question or if it’s something he should even ask. He’s still not even sure if Tooru’s birthday is a good time to propose, not even sure if it’s something his boyfriend would want to happen. The subject has come up sparingly, and even though Satori wishes he could say there’s no way Tooru would reject him, this is one guess he’s loath to make.

Satori loves Tooru and would take whatever Tooru is willing to give. Marriage isn’t the end all be all of a relationship. They’ve been happy and content without this label, so there’s really no reason why Satori has to take this next step.

He doesn’t pay much attention to the movie, as his mind continues to wander towards what’s supposed to come after. He promised Tooru a movie and a surprise, and they both know Tooru doesn’t like surprises. He can’t help it when his palms start to sweat and he has to pull away from his boyfriend on more than one occasion so he can feel like he can breathe again, pointedly ignoring the tiny looks of concern Tooru throws at him each time he does it.

By the end of the movie, though, Satori can feel Tooru’s anger radiating off him. He doesn’t even wait for the lights to turn back on before he’s springing out of his chair and moving down the aisle, attempting to escape the theater quickly.

Satori can’t even run after him like he knows he should. He just sits there, ignoring the way the lights aren’t coming back on, and a post-credit scene rolls. All he can focus on is Tooru’s retreating figure and the pounding of his heart, not sure what the hell he’s supposed to do.

Eventually, he’s kicked out long after the lights have come back on and the theater attendant needs to prepare it for the next showing. Satori walks slowly towards their parked car, his heart racing a mile a minute as he sees it’s actually still parked here and not long gone.

Tooru is leaning against the passenger side door, his foot tapping wildly with his arms crossed over his chest. He catches sight of Satori approaching, but turns away and ignores him. Satori knows that’s acceptable, knowing he deserves the anger that’s brewing from his boyfriend.

He unlocks the car slowly, belatedly realizing that’s why the car and Tooru are still here because Satori had the keys, and gets in the driver’s seat. Tooru makes his entrance loud, making it clear he’s unhappy.

But Satori doesn’t start the car. He doesn’t want to fight, doesn’t want to drag this out any longer. If for some reason in his anger, or just in his heart, Tooru rejects his proposal, then Satori can hand him the keys and he’ll walk--somewhere. He’ll give Tooru the night to cool off and they could discuss things further tomorrow--

“Will you just tell me what's wrong with you already?” Tooru demands.

Satori blinks and turns to stare at Tooru. He does look angry, rightfully so, but there’s hurt there too. Confusion and worry are dancing behind it all, and Satori hates himself a little more for putting it there.

He sucks in a breath, knowing it’s now or never and not wanting to drag this out any longer. Without saying anything he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the box, offering it to Tooru.

“I was getting nervous,” Satori starts, not really liking the way Tooru’s face closed off at the sight of the box, how he’s not even breathing, it seems. “I wanted it to be perfect, to be romantic, but then I started over-thinking and now you’re pissed and it’s not really the best time or maybe even the best idea and I can see your answer already and I’m sorry, I’m sorry if this isn’t something you want. I can--I can take it back or, or something. I’ll--I’ll, I don’t know, I’ll just--”

“You’ll shut up, is what you’ll do.'' The demand is so calm it has Satori’s jaw clacking shut as he stares at Tooru. His boyfriend--maybe ex?--continues to stare at the box before slowly taking it from Satori’s still outstretched hand. He opens it slowly, stares at the ring for what feels like years, before he closes the lid and finally looks up at Satori.

There are tears in his eyes.

The information has even more panic running through Satori. He’s fucked up, he’s messed up so monumentally somehow that he knows this’ll be the death of him. He’ll remember this moment forever as the day he--

He’s being kissed. Sweetly, tenderly. Tooru has a shaking hand cupping his cheek as he tries to kiss Satori again. Maybe it takes too long for Satori’s brain to register what’s happening because then Tooru is pulling back and wiping at his eyes.

“Do you really mean this?” he whispers. He’s still holding onto the box, but all Satori can focus on are the tears building in his boyfriend’s eyes.

He nods, still too numb to speak.

And then Tooru is lurching forward, wrapping his arms around Satori’s neck in the tightest embrace they’ve probably ever shared.

“You’re a fool if you thought I’d reject you,” he whispers against Satori’s ear. He can feel tears sliding between them, but he doesn’t care. “You’re stupid, and I love you, I love you.”

“Yeah?” Satori manages to say. He pulls back from Tooru enough to look him in the eyes, despite his own vision going a little blurry.

“Of course, dummy. It’s only you.”

“Always you,” Satori mutters back, part of the saying they’ve adopted over their time together. Only you, always you. Satori always figured it’d be a limited sort of saying, and there’s still that possibility, despite a more permanent label. But he’ll take it. He’ll cherish it for as long as it lasts.

Satori pulls Tooru back in again, kissing him on the cheek before burrowing his face against the side of Tooru’s neck. He can smell his cologne, popcorn, and a little bit of sweat. He breathes in deeply, loving everything there is to love about Tooru and hoping he’ll get to love it for many more years to come.

“Happy birthday, Tooru.”

#haikyuu!!#oiten #oikawa tooru #tendou satori #birthday fic #marriage proposal #date night #movie night #writing

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favefandomimagines · 4 years

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Reservations (r.p.)

Summary: joining the cast of a show with one of the most sought after young stars, tends to result in reservations

AN: posting chapter 8 of soul surfer TOMORROW!!! (shoutout to @jjsfineline for the cutest gif on the internet! i just found your post again & needed to give you credit for the gif!!!)

You were beyond thrill when you were cast in season two of Outer Banks. It wasn’t your first acting role, having been apart of the MCU since 2016.

But Outer Banks was a hit Netflix series and it was a new platform for you. You were playing JJ’s kook love interest and you were very excited to be working alongside Rudy Pankow.

He may or may not have been your celebrity crush since you watched season one.

And for him, you were the ultimate “superhero babe.” He made the whole cast watch every movie you were in since the very beginning of your acting career.

The whole cast knew Rudy’s crush on you so when you were cast, the teasing began.

It was the first day on set for you and you and Madelyn were getting put into your outfits for your first scene of the day.

“We’re all going out for dinner tonight. Wanna come?” She offered. “Really? You want me to come?” You questioned. “Of course! You’re apart of this family now and I won’t take no for an answer.” Madelyn told you.

You smiled at her before nodding your head. “Okay, I’m in.” You said.

The director called for you two to report to set. You walked out. with Madelyn, making small talk and instantly gaining the attention of Rudy.

He found it hard not to stare at you, especially with how the sun made your skin glow.

“Dude quit staring. It’s creepy.” Chase told him. “What? I-I’m not staring.” Rudy rebutted. “You totally are.” JD said. The three stopped their discussion of you when you and Madelyn approached them.

“Hey guys! Y/N is gonna come with us tonight!” Madelyn informed them. ��Great! I feel like we haven’t gotten to know you yet.” Chase replied. “Even though we read your Wikipedia page and stalked your Instagram.” JD added.

You found it sort of flattering that they were so interested in getting to know you.

The day went on without any issues. You and Rudy filmed your your first couple scenes together and it felt natural to be scene partners. You’ve been opposite of Tom Holland, Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans and with Rudy, it felt like that rapport was already there.

After everyone was changed out of their character outfits, Madelyn and Madison came to your trailer to get you for dinner.

“Hey! Are you ready to go?” Madelyn asked. “Yeah! Just let me put some perfume on.” You answered. “Rudy could not keep his eyes off of you.” Madison commented.

“What?” You laughed. “He is so into you.” Madelyn teased. “He made us watch every Marvel movie you were in.” Madison added.

You looked down at your feet trying to hide how much you were blushing. “Oh my god! You like him too!” Madelyn exclaimed. “It’s just a little crush.” You replied quietly. “Aw, that’s so cute.” Madison said.

“But he’s dating that photographer. I’ve seen the pictures and the videos and don’t even get me started on the Instagram page dedicated to them.” You quickly said. “Wh-” Madelyn started before a knock on the door cut her off.

The three girls exited the trailer and met up with the boys. They went to a local restaurant in Charleston. One they hoped they wouldn’t get recognized at now that the show has blown up.

You were seated between Drew and Rudy, taking turns talking to them. As you were talking to Drew, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

You turned around and saw a little girl standing behind you, wearing a shirt with your Marvel character on it.

“Are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” She asked. “Yes I am.” You answered sweetly. “Ruby is my favorite superhero. I love you. Can I get a picture with you?” She asked. “Of course you can!” You told her.

You situated your chair so you were facing the camera and hugged the girl. Her mom took the picture and they both thanked you and said goodbye.

You turned back around and saw Rudy staring at you rather fondly. “What?” You asked. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.” He answered. “Oh, thanks.” You answered bashfully.

“Do you do that all the time?” He asked. “Yeah, when I can. Especially when they’re younger like that.” You answered.

He smiled at you you before he nudged you playfully. “Could you be anymore perfect?” He asked rhetorically.

‘He’s really laying it on thick.’ You thought. Then you remembered the potential girlfriend. Your face fell slightly and you were grateful that Drew had started talking to you.

Rudy saw the way your expression changed. He furrowed his eyebrows and then nudged Madelyn.

“What’s up with Y/N?” He asked. “She’s totally gonna kill me for this but she thinks you and Elaine are dating. Apparently there’s a huge conspiracy theory about the two of you?” Madelyn answered.

“What? I’m not dating Elaine! Everyone knows that.” Rudy said. “Apparently not everyone.” The girl said.

He then looked back at you, a smile adorning your face as you talked to Drew. After that night, Rudy tried to make it painfully obvious that he was single and into you.

Daily flirting, going to lunch and dinner with you, offering to run lines with you.

The night it actually worked in his favor, was the night before you two had to shoot a big scene. It was the turning point of your characters’ relationship.

You were struggling to convey your character’s emotions and feelings towards Rudy’s character. Of course filming with Rudy was easy but sometimes it was still hard.

You were sitting on the couch of your apartment in Charleston, going over your lines when Rudy just walked in.

“You know there’s a door for a reason.” You greeted the blonde. “Oh come on, we’re past that point. We can come and go as we please.” He replied. “Whatcha doin?” He asked sitting next to you.

“Trying to convey the proper amount of emotion for our scene tomorrow.” You said. That’s when Rudy had an idea.

“I know something that may help.” He said. “Oh and what’s that? Nothing could be worse than Russo’s telling me to pretend Tony Stark as my actual father to make me cry harder.” You said.

Rudy smiled at you as he took the script from your hands and tossed it on the coffee table.

“I like you, Y/N. And not as a friend, as more than a friend. I’ve had the biggest crush on you and before you say anything, I’m not dating Elaine. You know how fans can get. I mean, I was convinced you were dating Tom Holland for months.” He said.

“Me and Tom have never dated.” You laughed. “And me and Elaine have never dated because I like you and only you.” Rudy said.

You looked over at him and rested your legs on his lap. “Really?” You questioned. “I’d be stupid not to.” He answered. “So what now?” You asked. “Go out with me. Just us.” He answered. “I’m in.” You said. “Oh thank god.” Rudy replied, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

It had been three months since you and Rudy had started dating and you hoped the shipping of him and Elaine would cease.

But it didn’t. The theories kept coming and the various Instagram pages continued to be made.

Rudy seemed to have no idea and you even noticed that Elaine was even liking the most recent posts.

You of course were not comfortable with it so you knew you had to tell Rudy.

You were sitting in your shared apartment, watching Netflix when you turned to him.

“Hey, Rudy?” You asked. “What’s up, babe?” He replied. “I’ve noticed that Elaine has been liking a lot of the posts about you and her dating and it’s making me a little uncomfortable because she’s apart of the friend group and I don’t know if she has feelings for you or what. And I don’t know it just doesn’t sit right with me.” You explained.

Rudy was quiet for a moment, looking back at all the times Elaine did something and liked photos that but he didn’t notice.

“I’m not saying you should stop being friends with her, I’d never dictate your friend ships but maybe you can talk to her or something.” You added.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t realize you were feeling this way. I’ll call her right now.” He said, resting a hand on your thigh and pulling out his phone. “No, Rudy,” You started but it was already too late.

He put the phone on speaker as the line started ringing.

“Hello?” The girl answered. “Hey, Elaine. There’s something I need to talk to you about.” Rudy said. “Uh oh.” She laughed.

Rudy gave her a half-hearted version of a laugh before continuing.

“Y/N has noticed that you are liking posts about you and I dating and being a couple and it’s making her uncomfortable. And I never want to put her in a situation that would make her feel that way. I love her and I respect her and her feelings so I’m kindly asking you to stop doing that.” He explained.

“Oh come on, Rudy, they’re just jokes.” Elaine said. Your face fell slightly as you started to nervously play with the ring on your finger.

Rudy noticed and took your hand in his before he replied.

“They’re not jokes to her and they’re not to me. Everyone else respects my relationship so why can’t you?” He asked a little more harshly.

“Look, Elaine, I want to keep being your friend but Y/N is my girlfriend and I’m in love with her. So if you can’t start respecting Y/N and I’s relationship then we can’t be friends anymore.” Rudy added.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, not wanting him to give up a friendship because you were insecure.

“Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that serious. And I’m sorry if it’s putting a strain on your relationship.” Elaine finally said. The conversation seemed to die after that and Rudy hung up.

“You love me?” You asked with a shy smile on your face. Rudy smiled at you and cupped your face in his hands. “Of course I do. So much.” He replied before kissing you deeply.

@rudeth: my love, my life @y/f/n_

#imagine #imagines #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #outer banks #jj maybank x reader #kiara carrera #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow imagine #john b routledge #pope heyward #sarah cameron

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ohgodsalazarwhy · 3 years

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So yesterday was... A Day. I talked about it on twitter but not here. I woke up at 5AM on Friday and as I was getting out of bed Natasha was there to greet me. She rubbed up under my feet, being sweet.

Then we walked down the hallway together. At 5am it’s still a bit dark in the house, and Natasha starts to hiss at me. Not uncommon to be hissed at by her, so I ignore it. Then at the end of the hallway, she’s a bit ahead of me, she turns and yowls. I freeze. That’s a danger sound. I don’t know why she’s turning on me but I try to slowly back away towards the bedroom. She’s had these weird moods in the past, but never attacked me... though I’ve been afraid of it.

This time I take one shuffle back and she lunges at me in a blind fury. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before, she’s screaming and attacking and I’m kicking out trying to get her off my bare legs. I then dart down and manage to pin her to the floor with two hands but now we’re at a stand off. If I attempt to relax my grip she screams louder and makes a move towards me.

So here I am, 5AM, bare legs bleeding and with a crazy cat under my hands in the middle of the hallway. Absolutely nothing to grab like a big blanket or a stick or something to get distance between us until I can get to the bedroom. I’m next to the craft room door and my legs are starting to shake and I realize I don’t have a choice, if I kneel down she’ll go for my face. So I take one hand off her to open the door.

Natasha scratches my wrist and palm, then twists and sinks her teeth into my right pointer finger. Deep. It happens in second and then I’m shoving her into the craft room and shutting the door. I’m breathing hard, shaking... I wander vaguely into the living room, try to turn on my floor lamp but I’m shaking too much. I give up and walk into the kitchen to deposit the medications I’d taken out of my bedroom.

I can feel blood dripping from my finger as I walk back to the bathroom and finally look at my wounds in the light. The scratches are up and down both legs, I’ve got massive scratches on my left wrist... and the bite on my finger is bleeding everywhere. I run it under cold water but start to feel sick and am forced to go back to bed before I pass out or throw up. I’m covered in cold sweat.

I breathe through it, getting blood on my sheets and pillow. Natasha is meowing loudly in the room next door. I breathe through the feeling of illness and shock and get back into the bedroom to clean the wounds and get antibiotic ointment on them. I put bandaids on the bite wound, bottom teeth sank into the side of my finger under the second knuckle while the upper teeth had sunk into the top of the finger above the second knuckle.

I spend the next several hours in and out of bed as the sickness washes over me when I do too much. But I clean the blood off the floor, and Natasha had emptied her bowels in the hallway so I clean that too. When I go to the door and speak softly to her she hisses and yowls, so I leave her in there. I don’t understand why this is happening, this is completely out of character for her.

My parents show up around 9am, and I’ve moved to the couch to lay there. We’re supposed to go 8 hours south for a family camping trip. And I’ve REALLY been looking forward to it. I had all my stuff in the hallway ready to go. But my parents are very concerned about the bite, and mom says I need to go to urgent care. The more I talk and move around the sicker I feel. I’ve bled through the bandaids. Mom wraps my finger in gauze. Before I leave the house I open the door to the craft room and quickly exit, I don’t want Natasha trapped in one room for hours.

Dad drives my car and he’s driving... aggressively. That doesn’t help how I feel, which I think makes him even more nervous about me. The first urgent care we visit is closed. The second has a 4 hour wait for walk-ins. So we finally just go to the ER. I’m able to find a soft bench to lay down on while we wait... probably at least an hour. While we’re waiting dad is informing family members what’s going on. My Aunt, who is an RN, is glad we went to the ER. My little sister tells her friend what happens to me, her friend loves cats and works with feral cats.

Dad comes over and tells me that Amber’s friend offered to take Natasha while I recover and I nearly tear up and say I’d love that. I haven’t cried once, but my throat closes up when I think about what happens next with Natasha. I love her so much, but the damage she did can’t be repeated.

We get into the ER around 10am, but we don’t get out until 2:30pm. We were supposed to be on the road by now.

I got a tetanus shot, xray, and my bite cleaned and bandaged as well as an antibiotic prescription. Horse pills twice a day for 10 days. Dad drives me to the pharmacy closest to my house. Across the street is a booth selling Spooners blueberries (Spooners is a famous local farm, renowned for their berries). Dad says he’s going to zip across the street for blueberries while I fill my prescription.

I come out after filling to see him across the street with the hood of my car up and he’s on the phone. Goddammit.... I get my pills and text him, asking what’s going on. The battery, the BRAND NEW BATTERY, has died unexpectedly. I sigh and walk to the other side of the street to join him. The sweet person at the stand has called their dad and told him what had happened, and Dad had called my little sister. We wait around in the sun to see who will show up first. Sure, this might as well happen today too. I’m fucking exhausted. I just want to lay down. I sit in the backseat because blueberries are in the front seat that my dad is snacking on. He says they’re the best, and Spooners doesn’t spray them. I have no appetite or I might snack too.

The Spooners employee’s dad arrives first, and he jumps my car. We thank him very much but he says it’s not a problem. I call my sister and tell her to meet us at my house, no problem she states. Finally we’re home, and I cross the street where mom has been with the dogs this entire time, walking them around the neighborhood and staying in the trailer attached to the truck. The dogs are very happy to see me and I’m happy to see them too.

My pointer finger is splinted and bandaged up and Leela sniffs at it and I have to be careful she doesn’t lick it. We move across the street into my lawn as Amber and her partner show up. They’ve brought gloves so they can help my Dad catch Natasha and put her in the carrier. I sit outside with mom and the dogs while they go in. Natasha pees on my couch during the ensuing chase because she’s afraid, but they catch her and bring her outside in the carrier. I’m just glad she’s okay, I’ve felt very guilty about kicking out at her when she attacked me.

Natasha is scared as we set her in the grass in the shade of the fence. I sit down next to her carrier and she curls up as close to me as she can get. I want to unzip the top just a little to reach in and comfort her but I’m still a little scared she’ll turn on me. So then we all wait together in the front lawn for Amber’s friend to arrive, Leela desperately trying to belly crawl her way towards the carrier. When she finally does Natasha hisses and spooks her so bad she tries to hide under my sister’s legs. Rotties can be such cowards sometimes.

Amber’s friend arrives with a van and I thank her profusely, but she doesn’t mind doing this at all. She says Natasha is going to be well taken care of, she even has falconer gloves with which to handle aggressive cats. I tell her Natasha is normally not aggressive, just very scared. But to watch out for the yowling, that’s the danger sign.

Natasha is set gently in the backseat and the door is shut, the air conditioning turned on. We exchange numbers, I thank her again, I can’t thank her enough. With Natasha taken care of my family goes to a nearby burger joint for food while I stay behind to watch the dogs. I just want to lay down. Amber buys me a burger with a gluten free bun. My appetite is non existent but I know I need to eat.

When they come back my mom and dad leave while Amber and her partner linger to talk. Her partner loves to talk, he talks all the time. It used to drive me crazy but I don’t mind anymore, he’s a good person. I’d had the urine cleaned up and before Amber leaves she puts my couch cushion back. I give her a stack of books I think she’ll like about abandoned places and ossuaries. I’m finally left alone.

No camping trip this weekend, it’d simply be too much. I don’t think anyone in my family is making it. My brother and his wife had to back out, Amber and her partner had to back out because of his asthma and the air quality down south. Mom and Dad would be driving a long way for a short stay, and I know I won’t feel up for such a taxing weekend after the Friday I’ve had.

Amazing how quickly everything can go horribly wrong.

#sorry it's a long post #it was a very long day

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notsowrites · 3 years

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feel it on the way home

Summary: Michael Guerin's favorite movie as a kid was Lilo & Stitch.

Part 5 of flickers of light verse

for @im-the-punk-who 💜

(AO3 Link)

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The day hadn't gone as he'd planned. Michael had figured that they'd spend a few hours in his workshop, he'd look into his old sources for information on where to possibly find more alien tech, and then they'd be back home - probably hours before Alex returned too.

So of course, that wasn't what happened.

Instead, just as they were emerging from the bunker, his cell phone had rang - Sanders saying Mayor Bernhardt had called about his car dying somewhere out near Cowboy Ruckus. Of course, there was no saying no, because even if it was a Saturday and his day off, Sanders knew he always appreciated the work.

Deia was excited to stay behind and have the junkyard to herself, and Michael wasn't about to object because the alternative was for Mayor Bernhardt to possibly see Deia and question who she was, and why she was riding in the tow truck with him.

So he'd left her at the junkyard, telling her she could hang out inside the trailer too, but to just not touch anything. He still had maps and drawings, photographs and research of the crash in there - things that didn't quite scream *alien* as much as everything down in the bunker below. Items he had, thankfully, decided to not move to the lab at the Indian boarding school.

Now, she's standing on the other side of the counter in the kitchen at Alex's house, holding onto a familiar VHS tape, and Michael knows what she's going to ask.

There had been lots of movies he'd watched as a kid between group homes and foster homes. But then there had been Lilo & Stitch. A movie about an alien from outer space who found a home on Earth. He'd first seen it at the group home he'd been living in after the meth addicts in Albuquerque were finally deemed unfit for when one of his teachers at school had smelled the acetone on his breath one day. Michael hadn't been sorry to be taken away from them, even if it was thanks to him that he was able to discover that acetone tasted good, and made the pain of the bruises they left on his skin hurt less.

Before he was shuffled off, finally moved back to Roswell, back to Max and Isobel, he stole the VHS from the group home, folding it neatly in between his shirts to keep it safe. Even if he didn't know when he'd be able to watch it again, or what the place he'd be going to live in Roswell would be like, all Michael had known then was that he needed to keep that movie. A space alien had crashed landed on earth and had been able to find a family, and he’d always hoped and wondered that maybe someday, that could happen to him too.

"This is papa's - your - favorite movie. Isn't it?"

It's a question that doesn't need an answer. She knows it. He knows it.

The VHS cover is well worn, the corners creased, the artwork faded. But it's all still in one piece, because even at eleven years old, Michael had taken care of his things. He'd had so few possessions, the ones he did had been gold to him. The VHS was never left out in the open, never left somewhere he could forget it - it was always folded up inside a t-shirt in his backpack. So even if the social worker came for him at school, it would never be left behind.

Now, it sits in a box in the trailer. He hasn’t quite figured out how to fully move into Alex’s house, if Alex even wants that for them. Sure, he’s got some clothes, an extra pair of boots, some toiletries in the bathroom. He knows his way around Alex’s kitchen better than Alex does. But it’s still Alex’s house. It’s not a conversation he knows how to have with someone, because he’s never been invited to stay before. It’s still Alex’s space, it’s Alex’s house, and so he keeps the Airstream parked at the junkyard full of his things.

Just in case.

"You and dad made sure to show me all the Disney movies. We'd do a family movie night, every weekend. Dad would turn his phone off, and the three of us would watch, and I always insisted on sitting in the middle.” Deia says, running a fingertip over the cover, tracing the letters. “It was where I felt safest.”

The slamming of the front door, announcing Alex is home, startles both of them, though Deia tries to hide it, dropping her hand, and glancing up at him, as if asking what she should do with the VHS.

And that's when Michael realizes that he and Alex have never talked about anything like this. They haven't gotten to the point where he tells him about his favorite movie as a kid, or Alex tells him his. And Michael wants to know if there was a story, or characters, that helped Alex get through everything about being raised in the Manes home the way Lilo & Stitch helped him get through being tossed around the system.

Alex walks around the corner, coming into view finally, carrying two bags - his normal backpack that Alex uses everyday, and a messenger bag. Michael immediately zeroes in on the second bag, wondering if Alex did indeed find something in the Project Shepherd bunker today. Both bags are deposited on the floor, Alex suddenly sick of them now that he's home, it appears, and immediately Michael had an armful of Alex.

Lips pressed up against his neck, Michael slips his arms around Alex, dropping his own face for a moment as he listens to Alex take a deep breath.

"What'd I interrupt?" Alex asks as he steps back, noticing the VHS in Deia's hands. "Lilo & Stitch?"

"It's papa's. His favorite."

Alex turns to him, eyebrow raised. "Your favorite?"

"An - an alien from outer space crashes on Earth. What's there not to love?" He tries to keep his voice calm and even, an old habit he's still learning to move past when someone, even Alex some times, turns the focus on him.

But he watches as the gears spin for Alex, the moment he realizes he hadn't known.

"Can we watch it?" Deia pips up, before Alex has a chance to speak.

Later, after they've watched the movie, after Alex has finally eaten dinner and Deia is sprawled on the couch working on something on her laptop again, he and Alex retreat into their bedroom. Alex brings the messenger bag, this time dropping it onto the comforter, as if whatever it contains is important and they need to talk about it. But right now, Michael doesn't want to discuss the alien tech and the console and sending Deia back and the Alighting and everything Deia told him today.

"You never told me Lilo & Stitch was your favorite movie."

Michael shrugs. "I was a kid who just needed one thing to give me hope through all the bullshit. If an alien like Stitch could find a family, if someone could love Stitch, maybe the same could happen to me."

Alex takes a step towards him, hands reaching out, fingers slipping into belt loops to pull them together. Of course Michael goes, hands on Alex's hips, pulling their bodies together as their lips connect. Today wasn't exactly stressful for him, not exactly. But there is something about being in Alex's arms, after a long day, that immediately works to calm him.

"And now?"

Alex's question is direct, and Michael knows he's asking a question he should know the answer to. He wants to think they're on much more solid footing these days, even with each new curveball thrown their way.

He slides his arms around Alex, pulling their bodies closer, if it's even possible. Though there are times it feels as if he is never close enough to Alex, moments where even the thin layer of clothes between them is too much. He lets Alex take his face in between his hands, their eyes locking, and Michael feels safety and love reflected back.

Once, somewhere between the two of them crashing back together at their high school reunion and now, in this moment between them, Michael had wondered if maybe he'd been wrong about Alex. That Alex wasn't what he'd been searching for, that there was too much history between them, forever destined to keep them apart.

But right now, in Alex's arms, with Alex in his arms, with a living breathing reminder of the their future together sitting in the living room, Michael knows that every doubt he once had wasn't because of how much Alex loved him, or how much he loved Alex, but other factors they had to work through. Being together was the easy part for them, it always had been.

Now they were here because they'd decided they wanted to try. They wanted to give this relationship thing a go and see where it took them. And he couldn't help but wonder if it was that decision that led to Deia showing up. That would lead to sometime over the next couple years where they'll decide to start a family.

"I'm just an alien who found his home on Earth."

#roswell new mexico #malex #malex fic #notso writes fanfic #flickers of light verse #ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind #im-the-punk-who

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dc41896 · 4 years

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Safe Haven

Hey guys! So a little backstory for this imagine, I randomly had a dream about this scenario with EZ and as soon as I woke up I was like “I gotta write that!” so here we are! Also just want to add how I really miss Mayans MC and my bois and I can’t wait for season 3 to come out🥰! Okay that’s pretty much it other than I hope you guys like it and sorry if it’s long or doesn’t flow well (I feel like it kinda seems rushed and towards the end doesn’t sound the best, but then again that might just be me being overly critical of myself 🤷🏽‍♀️ lol).

Pairing: EZ ReyesxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, mentions of blood (very tiny), fluff mixed in throughout though

Sunlight beaming down from the small window above your bed, EZ slowly opens his eyes to see your still figure lying next to him. Hand placed just below his newest tattoo marking the birth of your son and leg draped over his, he gently brings you closer taking in the coconut scent of your lotion still radiating off your skin from last night.

Living a life like his, rarely could he experience peaceful mornings just lying down hearing the birds chirp outside, so he made sure to appreciate every second of it that he could.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!?! YOU THINK IM THAT DUMB TO NOT KNOW YOU’RE LYING?!??!!”

Barely muffled shouting from your neighbors coming through the walls, EZ rolls his eyes with a soft groan while you begin to wake up.

“They’re arguing again?,” you groggily ask rubbing your eyes as a yawn slips from your mouth.

“Yea they just started.”

“Well, it could be worse. They could’ve started at one in the morning like last time,” you softly laugh grazing your thumb along his cheekbone. Taking your hand in his, he kisses your knuckles before leaning down to give the same attention to your pouted lips. Slightly calloused yet soft hand gripping your thigh, you push against his chest separating his lips from yours.

“Don’t start.”

“Start what?”

“You know exactly what,” you smirk. “Today we’re supposed to go get more diapers for Omari and more food for my fridge since someone and his brother keep eating everything.”

“That’s all on Angel, I know how to limit myself. And your leg was draped over me so really I should be the one telling you don’t start,” he chuckles kissing your jaw as you stick your tongue out at him. Sitting up, you carefully step over him to make your way to the bathroom.

“Whatever, I can’t help how I sleep Ezekiel.” Closing the door behind you, a wide smile spreads across his face as he shakes his head. While the use of his full name was only reserved for his father and brother, the way it rolled off your tongue made him want to hear you say it all day.

Swinging his legs over the side, he stretches before hearing the soft cries of his eight month old son in the other room. Quickly putting on his white tank and boots, his long legs guide him to the wooden crib in the next room. Tiny arms reaching between the bars, he carefully lifts him up to bounce him in his arms.

“Hey man, annoying neighbors woke you up too huh?” Reaching in his crib, he removes an older looking stuffed bunny with different sized buttons for eyes and a random patterned patch sewn on its belly. “Look what I got.”

Calming down, his hands roam around it’s face fixated on the black point that was its nose. “That patch was because your uncle Angel decided to keep throwing him at the ceiling fan seeing if he would stay on the blade. Don’t ever let him play with your toys ok?,” he smiles kissing the top of his head.

Like every event in his life, he could vividly remember everything that happened that day. Him begging Angel to stop. His hard headed older brother not listening until cotton fell from above. His mother calming him down insisting how it could be fixed as she smoothed his dark hair before kissing his forehead.

It may sound weird, but every time he saw that bunny he felt his mom’s presence as if he was back to that day sitting in her lap watching as she sewed his friend back together. That’s one reason why he wanted his son to have it, so his abuela would be with him.

Hearing your footsteps, he looks up to see you suspiciously looking towards the door instantly making him worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just thought I heard someone stop in front of the door,” you answer taking one last glance towards the front of your apartment. “It’s nothing though, they probably just paused for a second.”

Handing Omari to you, he approaches the door looking out the peephole before opening it to peak outside making sure no one was hanging around.

“Something like that happens again and I’m not here, call me.”

“I doubt-,”

“I’m serious Y/N.” Locking the door behind him he walks up to you and your babbling son peering down with dark brown eyes that were stern enough to know he meant business, yet still displayed their usual softness showing it was out of love for you and Omari that he was being so protective.

“Okay,” you answer; soon after feeling his beard brush against your skin as he pecks your lips.

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“Ready to go to the park love?”

Bringing the diaper bag higher on your opposite shoulder, you balance your baby boy on your hip as you lock your door. Just as you turn around, you’re faced with three men patiently waiting while two of them intensely looked at you and your son. The tall, slender one in the middle, clad in a grey suit, displayed a small smile trying to appear friendly, but mostly seemed awkward as if he wasn’t used to that emotion.

“Hello, my name is Lincoln Potter and these are a couple of my associates. We’re looking for a man by the name Ezekiel Reyes, or EZ, as some call him. We have a couple witness accounts on seeing him in the area so we’re asking around for more possible information.” Holding up a candid picture of him on his bike outside his dad’s carneteria, you lightly bounce Omari hoping to distort his view so he wouldn’t possibly recognize his father.

“Sorry, haven’t seen him.”

“Well it doesn’t have to be around here. Have you seen him anywhere else? In town perhaps?”

“No, nowhere else,” you answer showing no emotion. While this was your first physical interaction with Potter, you were definitely familiar with the attorney. A few times while you were at EZ’s trailer he’d have to step away to answer his call or meet him in some secluded location. It was then you saw how much of a pain he could be to any target he had his sights on.

Looking at you for a few seconds his mouth parts as if he had more to say, but instead the awkward smile returns as he hands you his card.

“If you do happen to see him, please call. He’s needed for...very important matters.” Taking the card from his hand, he gazes down to Omari innocently nibbling on his fingers. Black coils on the top of his head shifting from the light breeze, his dark eyes finally meet Potter’s crystal blue ones causing a low chuckle to escape the man’s lips.

“Might I add you have a beautiful son. His father is very lucky to have such a beautiful family.”

Through his compliment you could feel a sense of iciness laced within. Like he knew what information you were keeping from him and was 10 steps ahead of your two.

Politely nodding your head as a soft “thank you” leaves your mouth, you walk by the three men feeling eyes on your back. After buckling your son in his car seat, you move to the drivers side quickly closing the door behind you before resting your head on the steering wheel to take a deep breath.

“Mama,” Omari whines lightly kicking his feet wanting the car to move.

“I know we’re going baby boy just give mommy a second.” Dialing EZ’s number, you pull out of the parking lot onto the busy street anxiously waiting for him to answer.

“Hey, you okay?,” he asks, deep voice full of concern and worry.

“Um well yes and no....it’s Potter.”

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Sat on the floor watching your little boy laugh as he plays with his interactive animal book, you occasionally look out the window anxiously waiting to see EZ and Angel arrive any minute. After telling him what happened, he instructed you to meet him at the clubhouse where he’d take you to his dad’s just in case you were being followed.

Dropping you both off, he didn’t say much as he walked you into the small house. Kissing Omari’s cheek and then your lips, he quickly left again with his brother instantly making you worried. Knowing what was going on, Felipe tried to get your mind off things by offering you food and getting you to talk about yourself or Omari, which worked but not for long.

Now over three hours later, it was dark outside and neither you nor Felipe had heard anything from the brothers.

Motorcycles humming outside, you peer out the window to see Angel and EZ slowly making their way to the front of the house causing you to sigh in relief. However, your worries quickly returned seeing both tiredly trudge through the front door and the front of EZ’s grey shirt crimson with blood.

“What happened?!,” you ask rushing to examine him for any other injuries.

“Calm down, it’s not mine,” he answers bringing your hands to his lips with a small smile. “Just had to save this one as always.”

“Save me? Pretty sure that’s not how it went at all but ok. And I’m good too, thanks for asking.” Shaking his head Angel picks up your son before sitting down on the couch and flipping through the channels on the outdated tv. “You care about your tio don’t you man?”

Little hands pulling his hair as he giggles, Angel lets out a small yelp trying to loosen his strong grip.

“Omari be nice,” you laugh before returning your attention back to your boyfriend. “Here, let me help you clean up.” Leading him to the bathroom, you close the door behind you as he removes his leather vest and shirt before sitting on the toilet.

“Try not to cry this time alright?”

“Psh, whatever,” he lightly chuckles resting his large hands on the back of your legs. A comfortable silence falls over you while you stand between his legs carefully cleaning the blood from his scars. Although you had grown used to these moments being with him for a while now, that still didn’t take away the ache you always felt seeing him hurt.

“You and Omari might want to stay with your mom for a while,” he speaks just above a whisper.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? You saw what happened today Y/N, I don’t want you guys hanging around for it to happen again.”

“If it happens again,” you correct making him roll his eyes as he stands up.

“Now’s not the time to be naive, I’m driving you tomorrow. Your stuff is already packed waiting at the trailer.” Reaching for the door, you stand in his way planting yourself against the worn looking wood with arms crossed over your chest.

“Last time I checked, you’re Omari’s father not mine.”

“Y/N move.”

“No. I’m not afraid of Potter or the men under him, he’s all talk.”

“And how do you know?”

“Because if he really wanted to do something he would’ve done it then and there. I mean think about it they had me at my most vulnerable state with no where to go and no way to defend myself,” you explain receiving an exasperated sigh from EZ as his hand rubs down his face.

“It was a warning. Yea they didn’t do anything when they could’ve, but they wanted to scare you into telling them what they wanted to know and intimidate both of us with what they could do.”

“Well it didn’t work,” you reply guiding his chin to look at you. “Ezekiel I knew what I was getting into when we started talking and I’m still here. If it ever gets to the point where I don’t feel safe or fear for our son’s safety then we’ll leave, but until then I’m not letting Potter get to me. Plus do you think it would be easy for us to just leave after all this time?”

Placing both hands on either side of your head, he slightly bends down leaving his face inches from yours. “I’m not saying it would be easy, but if it needs to be done then that’s it bellita.”

“And when it needs to be done it will be.” Connecting your lips with his, your hands roam from his bare chest to the nape of his neck while his wrap around your body bringing you closer.

“We’re gonna need to put you in a new apartment too,” he says separating his lips from yours as his fingers graze up and down your spine.

“Hopefully your dad is okay with me staying here for a while longer then.”

“Here? What about the trailer?”

“I think the constant revving of motorcycles and occasional parties might not be ideal for a baby to be around.”

“True, you’re probably right,” you both laugh before being interrupted by loud knocking.

“Aye I hate to interrupt your probably intimate moment in there, but your kid is hungry and I’m not sure if it’s for what I can give him or what only mom can,” Angel explains as Omari fusses in his arms. “Relax man I’m trying to get her out here.”

“I’m gonna shower, you better go ahead before he starts pulling his hair again,” he smiles kissing your temple.

Opening the door, you carefully take Omari from his hands tickling under his chin to make him laugh. “Okay my baby lets get you fed.”

“The amount of strength he has that’s not a baby, that’s a tiny grown man,” Angel adds making you laugh.

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an-american-teen-against-crime · 3 years

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Why You Should Watch CW: Nancy Drew

Now hear me out- if you’re reading this post, you’re either one of three people.

1. You’ve already seen the show! So you can either skip this or read it to reminisce about the show

2. You don’t give a flying fig about this show and haven’t really interacted with it much

3. You’ve seen some stuff about the show, at least enough for you to decide it looks like crap

Well, allow me to recount why this show is actually amazing and you should give it a chance/second chance :) (heheh since that’s...that’s yakno....second chance...okay im sorry)

Preface:

Now, I was really skeptical about this show at first too, don’t get me wrong. When I heard it was going to be on the CW I was like “.....good luck with that.” I have watched a lot of CW back in the day and they are certainly deserving of their reputation. I saw the casting and I was like WHAT !?!??!!?

When the trailer came out, like everyone else I was salty about the inclusion of ghosts/the supernatural and hoped this wasn’t just another Supernatural taking on the name of Nancy Drew. (I enjoyed the first few seasons of Supernatural but not after and also these are two very different stories)

However, the trailer was indeed intriguing and made me decide to give it a chance, despite it having that darker undertone.

I watched the first episode, and while still a little skeptical, I was hooked.

The Actual Show Content:

Writing:

The actual structure of the show is really well done. It has an overarching plot, in fact, several plots, two intertwined mysteries, as well as character and relationship development. There is a balance of answers given to the viewer over the course of the season, while still leaving questions to keep you intrigued so that it doesn’t get frustrating while also not revealing everything at once, so every reveal feels earned.

The mysteries are also very well written, leaving clues along the way, that helped me solve what was going on but on the times I missed the clues I could re-watch and see what I missed. They are set up well in a way that the viewer can figure it out themselves, but not so much that it’s crazy obvious. And honestly making theories and predictions about this show is one of the many fun parts. The ending to the mystery is ultimately very satisfying which made me happy.

Sure, you have your classic CW relationship drama, but I think it was actually toned down for this show. There are a lot of changes, but the show has a very distinct feel to it, and I think ultimately holds the core feelings of what makes Nancy Drew such a special character. They have so many references to the books, and show so much care for the character’s lore and despite the changes, there were so many times I really felt I could see the original character coming out in them- it’s a different version, but honestly ever form of Nancy Drew media is different- this is just this specific version.

Before I get into characters, I would like to mention the fact that while there is an additional element of the supernatural, it works really well for the plot and ..... no spoilers but I’m actually so glad they put it in. Despite the supernatural angle it still very much works as a mystery structure which is the most important thing to me.

Characters:

I love Nancy so much in this version. Kennedy McMann is what I think of when I think of what Nancy’s face looks like. She’s a lot colder than the Nancy I’m used to, but that’s understandable considering her circumstances- and I think you see her grow and open up over the course of the show.

She IS Nancy though in my mind- her witty remarks, putting the case above her own well being, the breaking and entering, the clever tricks to find information, putting the pieces together, all that. And the emotion Kennedy is able to portray is amazing- this show made me cry. You really feel for Nancy.

One of my favorite things about this show is the classic “I work alone” and a bunch of friends being like “do you now”. But it works so well as you see the group grow to trust each other and work together and care for one another. I am a SUCKER for found family stories and the Claw gang is wonderful.

Bess is her usual bubbly self, probably the casting I was the most disappointed with, but the actress does a wonderful job. Her whole story is a lot different and she’s not George’s cousin, but the personality??? Is perfect.

George is probably one of my favorite characters to come out of this show. Well... I love them all so much but she really sticks out to me. She had a completely different arc from what I was expecting and at first I was like “really...this is what they’re going for...” but honestly I think they really turned it around and.....I just love George and I care about her and want her to be happy. Also she does seem a bit different but she has that brash, kind of tough personality that I feel is classic George. :)

Nick/Ned: I still forget to call this man Nick, but oh well. I love him. Probably one of the best actors on this show. He’s so sweet. Like so many times there are things he says and I’m like OMG THATS NED!!!!!!! Like one time they ask him what he found out from following someone and he just replies “that I don’t like following people.” Like tell me that’s not something Ned would say. He’s. He’s a great man. I would date him. He is a comforting soul.

Ace is a new character for the show that made me so confused I was wondering why he was here- but the Claw gang...Claw Crew would not be complete without him. He’s got some of the best lines and is basically this show’s version of Joe Hardy. He’s also really smart,,,,, and got some secrets but I’ll leave them for you to find out. ;)

Also side note Carson is amazing and honestly perfect. On point. Very solid characterization.

Anyways....I love this show. If you wanna try it out before season two comes later this month, it’s free to binge the full season on the CW website, or you could probably buy or rent it if you’re feeling boojee.

Please go watch the show and then come talk to me about it!! Or live blog your reactions. Either ways, just please get in on this great piece of content. :D

Also I wanna tag @naancypants and @nancydrew-onthecase queens of this show and the Nace ship :3

#nancy drew #clue crew #nancy drew pc games #nancy drew books

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hirakdesherrani · 4 years

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Scattered thoughts on Bulbbul

(spoilers ahead)

Finally watched Bulbbul yesterday night, with my bff. We thought we needed each other’s support because we are phattus of the highest order, but there wasn’t much horror in it (as we found out later).

Which brings me to the first thing, the trailer. Whoever edited the trailer did a splendid job, because it gave very little clue what the movie was about. I thought it was something like Stree, using horror to give a social message, just instead of comedy in that movie, this was more drama?

The movie, however, had very little horror/thrill. While the movie is one of Netflix’s better online products, it isn’t...great. Like it’s very on the surface. There are not many layers to the characters, neither is there a lot of subtext. Still, the pace is good, and the storytelling engaging. Hindi cinema, theatre or OTT, are very new in this genre, so I don’t want to be too severe here.

Things that I liked:

Tripti Dimri....omg what a revelation. Laila Majnu didn’t let us on how versatile this girl is. In the first few frames, me and my friend were commenting that why is she only sitting around, posing like a mermaid? But then with the flashbacks, her raw performance really took hold. The scene where they are sitting at a picnic and Mahendra pulls at her hair, the way she said, “Dada, na” slightly scared, but also not wanting to hurt his feelings (btw I’m very anti-Mahendra in this post), that was so well done. From there on, she owns every scene, that you can’t look anywhere else. Whether it’s the mix of annoyance and impatience when she wants to meet Satya but Binodini is taunting her, or whether it’s the scene where Indranil informs her and Satya that he’s sending the latter to London, she was so natural. Special mention to the two scenes of violence esp. the sexual assault one, because it takes a lot of guts to portray the victim in such scenes, and the scene was so difficult to watch, that we forwarded after a few seconds of it.

That reminds me, from the moment the two brothers Indranil and Mahendra enter the frame, I knew what was going to happen, and which brother was going to perpetrate which abuse. The writing was on the nose, so to speak, with these two particular characters. Even so, Rahul Bose did the best that he could with them, but we have come to expect perfect performances when it comes to him, so not surprised here.

The third brother, Satya, was what I would say the most layered character in this movie, surprisingly. Initially, I didn’t get why did they cast Avinash Tiwary for this role, because it wasn’t either a substantial role, or even a positive or negative or supportive role. I even thought the makers tried to cash on the Laila Majnu hangover, and hyped Bulbbul/Satya love story in the trailer. Unlike Bulbbul who loved Satya, I don’t think Satya loved Bulbbul, at least not like she did. Sure, he thought of her as his best friend, confidante, and all, but he didn’t care for her like that. It was evident when he was enamored by the idea of going to London, and didn’t notice Bulbbul’s voice breaking when Indranil informed them of the news.

Halfway done with the film, I had made up my mind that Avinash is good with unrestrained roles like Qais, where he can completely let go, but not in subtle roles requiring controlled performances. What changed my mind was my growing dislike for Satya as the movie kept progressing. I kept thinking why does he annoy me so much, like he’s only there in a few scenes, and yet I want to snap at him? That’s when I realized how well the writers have written Satya, captured his mentality and vision, and without any overt or dramatic scenes, Avinash essayed the writer’s message.

Satya is proxy for the society in this film. He hears no evil, he sees no evil, just like our society which likes to pretend that there is nothing wrong going on behind closed doors. Satya is representative of those men, who argue whenever a woman raises her voice, that ‘not all men’ (ala that scene where Bullbul alludes to Master Dinkar beating his wife, while Satya defends the man by suggesting that his wife may have actually fallen down the stairs). In the scene where he meets Bulbbul after five years, he questions her what did she do that girl he knew five years ago, indirectly putting the blame on Bullbul for losing her childlike innocence, instead of asking her what happened to her that she became like this. Satya is classic ‘not all men’, victim-blaming abuse apologist in the film. Evil men are not just men like Indranil, who beat up their wives, or sexual assaulters like Mahendra, evil men are also those who stand by and watch, and pretend that nothing is going on, who put the onus on the woman for the upkeep of tradition, who question a woman’s morality and who act as the judge, jury and executioner of a woman’s character. Bulbbul’s dialogue is telling, “Tum sab ek jaise ho” Satya is no different from his brothers, he may not have committed and violence, but he was just as much a villain as the rest of them for willfully ignoring the evidence of his eyes. I haven’t made up my mind whether he was actually jealous of Dr. Sudip or not, or he just hated the man for being too bold to be friendly with the ‘women of his family’.

Which brings me to Dr. Sudip, the only likable man in this film. Even though at some level it is a little sad to see Parambrata Chatterjee slotted into these male guide/support to the female protagonist kind of roles (his role in Kahaani was something similar), I really do like watching him in these roles, playing them as he does with a lot of charm, subtlety, and empathy. The makers perhaps wanted to signify that there are a few men who are not completely evil, and not afraid or feel threatened in the presence of a assertive, and this case, avenging female. It’s his relationship with Bulbbul which I felt was the real love story of the film, though of course, Bulbbul didn’t harbor the same feelings for him, though she did care for him immensely.

The other female role was that of Binodini. I know I should be feeling sympathy for her, at some level, she was also taught to keep quiet and bear all injustice, but I’m so tired of females taking out their bitterness on other females, making the lives of other women miserable, instead of directing them, rightfully, at the men in their lives and the dictates of the society. Binodini, like Satya, was a proxy for the women in the society who instead of being supportive of other women do the opposite, and help perpetuate patriarchy by teaching their fellow women to keep quiet.

Another minor thing, like I mentioned before, from the first scene it’s evident what Mahendra’s going to do. And I wish to God that we stop with mentally ill men assaulting women. No, their mental condition does not excuse rape. Mental illness can provoke violence in a person, yes, killing accidentally or in a fit of rage, beating, pulling clothes, etc, but not rape. Rape is a specific offense that requires knowledge and intent, unless a mentally ill person has learnt it from somewhere, and even then, the fact that they drew pleasure from that violence shows that they have a sadistic instinct. Which is why I was glad when Mahendra was punished for his crime. (this is why I didn’t watch Ranjha Ranjha Kardi despite liking Iqra, because I knew they were going to excuse marital rape using mental illness).

As such, there isn’t much of a plot per se in Bulbbul, it’s more of a commentary of our society, even though it’s set a century back, the issue of it’s choice being violence against women. Despite that, it’s an engaging enough film. It get’s through the message that the real horrors are not ghosts or witches, but what happens daily in our society. The length of the film is a huge plus, so I would suggest watching this film if you’ve some free time in the weekend.

Also, don’t get fooled like me and my friend, it’s not horror genre.

#bulbbul #netflix #tripti dimri #avinash tiwary #parambrata chattopadhyay #rahul bose #paoli dam #movies #my stuff

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idy-ll-ique · 4 years

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Doubts.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst.

Requested: By @just-trying-to-survive-marvel

"Can you do a tom hiddleston x reader with the quote "it's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today"? Maybe they dont get to see each other often since they live in separate places. As long as it has a happy ending I'm down 😁"

Summary: Tom is in America for a film shoot so his wife Y/N, and his 2 year old daughter Rosie decide to give him a surprise visit.

Author's Note: Wassup! First of all, a huge thank you to @just-trying-to-survive-marvel for requesting the fic and sending the prompt. I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you all have the same amount of fun reading it :)

Y/N - Your Name

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Tom turned to look at his wife of 3 years, Y/N. They were at the airport, his flight would leave soon. He was going to another country for a film; he had to stay there for 8 months, which was going to be his longest time away from her in a long, long time. Y/N stared back at her husband, tears shining in her eyes. "I'm going to miss you." At her softly spoken statement, Tom rushed forward.

He took her in his arms, hugging her tightly. "Same here, darling. Don't worry, though, I'm going to call you every single day, maybe even twice if I get the chance." Y/N chuckled, pulling away from him. She wiped her tears and leaned on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss. "I love you, I'll see you later," she whispered upon pulling away. Tom nodded, still in a daze.

He soon snapped out of his trance. "I love you too, darling." With one last smile directed towards Y/N, he walked into the airport while pushing his luggage which was kept on a trolley. Y/N turned towards the exit, quickly booking a cab as she walked. When she got home, she fished out her keys and opened the main door.

As she turned on the lights, the thuds of soft footsteps echoed around the room. The babysitter Y/N had hired to look after Rosie, Tom and Y/N's 2 year old, gave her a grin. Her name was Sofia, she was 14. "Rosie is asleep," Sofia told Y/N, who nodded. She checked the time, it was nearly midnight. "Are you leaving? Stay the night, it's very late."

Y/N's motherly instincts kicked in when she saw the young woman putting on her sneakers. "It's okay, Mrs Hiddleston, I called my dad a while ago. You said you'd be back before midnight, I told him to come pick me up at 12:15. I'll just wait outside," Sofia laughed. "I'm waiting with you," Y/N smiled and the two walked outside.

They sat on the porch, talking for a long time. Turns out, Sofia was babysitting to earn money for a new mobile phone. Sofia had arrived at the Hiddleston residence at 4 in the afternoon, to look after Rosie as Tom and Y/N went on a long date before his flight. Y/N paid her a lot of money for that, she was here for 8 hours!

Soon, a white car pulled up in front of the house, which belonged to Sofia's father. Only when Sofia was safely inside the car and had driven off, did Y/N go inside again. She walked up the stairs and peeked into Rosie's room. The baby was fast asleep, a soft smile on her face. Y/N grinned and quietly closed the door.

She went to the bedroom shared by herself and Tom. She put on her pajamas, taking off the sweaty, dirty and itchy clothes she was wearing. After doing her nightly skincare routine, she went to Rosie's room again. There was a bed installed in the baby's room and Y/N just didn't feel like sleeping in her own room.

She laid down on the bed, watching Rosie before she herself fell deep asleep, tired from the day's activities.

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"And… cut!"

Tom sighed, immediately dropping his facade. He walked towards his trailer, running a hand through his hair. Once he was inside, he sat on the small bed and took his phone in his hand. He opened his chat with Y/N, his disappointment flaring. Last time he checked, the message was delivered but not read by her… now it was delivered and read, but she hadn't even replied!

What was up with her? He had sent a simple message: Hi love, how are you? How's Rosie? I hope you two are well. Why she hadn't responded… well… he didn't know. Nearly 4 months had passed since he left their home in London and came to America for the film. Since around 2 weeks, though, Y/N had been acting very weird. She barely spoke to him, made excuses if she couldn't talk and didn't reply to his messages.

That caused Tom's mind to go to the gutters instantly because let whatever be the intellect of anyone, everyone becomes a stupid piece of shit when it comes to the ones they love. What if she didn't like him anymore? What if she found someone else? What if she divorced him and took Rosie with her? What if, what if, what if… Involuntarily, tears pooled in his eyes. He held his palms in front of his eyes and sobbed silently, ignoring the message that popped up on the screen of his phone.

Y/N ❤✨

Sorry I haven't been responding! Everything is amazing, Rosie is fine. She misses daddy too much, though… I hope that miraculously the shooting ends early so you can come home!! We miss you a lot!!!! I love you, forever and always 💙

PS- I'm going to give you a surprise ;)

Without even looking at the message, Tom switched off his phone and kept it away. He cleaned up and wore different clothes, deciding to go for a walk to clear his mind. Here, Y/N was confused. Her phone showed that he was online just a couple minutes ago, yet he wasn't viewing her message. Was he okay? She shrugged and kept her phone away; he might be busy.

The surprise she had planned for Tom was that Y/N and Rosie were going to visit him on the sets a week later. She purposely limited her conversations with him so she wouldn't give her secret away. A loud cry from Rosie's room had Y/N up in a second, running to the kitchen. She was probably hungry. At 2 years old, Rosie ate anything she could chew and swallow well. Her favorite was the fruit apple.

Since she couldn't chew an apple well, Y/N always mashed the apple on a plate and gave it to her. For some deranged reason, it was Rosie's favorite meal. Sure, Y/N was proud of her for eating healthy, but… who demands the same fruit for every meal? Nevertheless, she quickly prepared the mashed apple and went to Rosie's room.

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"Tom! Tom, get up!"

Startled, he nearly fell off the small bed in the trailer. Why would someone be waking him up at 6 in the goddamn morning? He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Without bothering to put a t-shirt over his pajama pants, he got up and opened the door to his trailer, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes. What he saw in front of himself, though… he couldn't have been prepared for it at all. Y/N stood outside, a huge grin on her face.

How was she here? He didn't even know she was going to visit him! What a pleasant surprise indeed. Rosie was in her arms, too, staring at him with a grin similar to Y/N's. The mother-daughter duo looked ethereal in Tom's eyes. He ran out of the trailer and jumped into Y/N and Rosie's open arms. He hugged them both to his chest, eyes shining with tears of joy. "Hi daddy!" Rosie giggled into his shoulder. "Rosie… Y/N… I—"

"Surprise!" Y/N laughed, pulling away. Rosie motioned towards Tom, urging him to pick her up which he gladly did. "Is that why you didn't text me back? Or talked to me?" he asked. "Yeah, sorry if it made you doubt me. We had been planning it for a month," she chuckled. "We?" He looked around in confusion. "Yes, we. The crew, the other cast members, the directors, everyone knew!" she informed him.

Tom's jaw dropped. "Everyone? No one told me!" he blurted out. "Well, if someone told you, it wouldn't be a surprise now, would it?" Y/N chuckled, hugging him. He put an arm around her waist, holding Rosie in the arm. She was in her own world, looking around the place. "It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today. My day is made," he mumbled, placing his chin atop her head.

Y/N burrowed closer to him. "How long are you gonna stay here?" Tom questioned a few seconds later. "One week. We wish we could stay longer, but we don't want to disturb you and plus, my job starts next week," Y/N said with a smile. He was about to reply when a sudden urge to sneeze overcame him. "Achoo!" Rosie burst out laughing as Tom sneezed loudly. "Put on a t-shirt, Mr Hiddleston, we're not going anywhere!" Y/N wheezed, clutching her stomach.

He laughed too, passing Rosie over. Y/N and Rosie waved as Tom walked into his trailer. He grinned at himself in the mirror, hating himself for doubting his wife. He quickly put on a t-shirt, combed his hair and made himself slightly more presentable. When he walked back outside, he saw Y/N and Rosie chatting with his coworkers. More like, his co-stars were crooning over Rosie.

She was replying enthusiastically as well. He smirked to himself, quietly sneaking over to Y/N. He put his arms around her from behind, smiling as Y/N placed a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, Mr Hiddleston," she whispered. "I love you too, Mrs Hiddleston, so much."

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Broken Glass

Sebastian gets a call that you’ve been in a car accident and isn’t sure if you’ll make it. The worst part is that he hasn’t told you he loves you yet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart?” Sebastian asked, looking down at you as you hugged him tightly. He’d done what any good boyfriend would do when you had an 8:30 class the next morning – he drove you half an hour back into the city, knowing you would need to sleep in your own bed.

“Yeah,” you responded. He pulled your hair away from your face and tried to savor the feeling of you. It was one night, but you’d been spending nearly ever night together since the holidays and this was your first night back. “I don’t wanna go.”

“You didn’t have to take the 8:30 class, you know,” he suggested, “and drop add isn’t over yet.”

“I know.” You shut your eyes and leaned all of your body weight into him as he kissed your forehead.

“Okay, you’re tired. I can’t walk you in, can I?” You shook your head.

“I’ll be fine. It’s literally across the street.” You stood on your toes and kissed him goodnight, only wishing you had more time.

“Alright. Good night, gorgeous.” Your heart beat a little faster as he kissed your forehead one last time, like he just couldn’t let go. He watched you scan into the building before getting back into his car. He hesitated, though, as his finger stroked the Jaguar logo carved into his key fob. Something just felt off and the last thing he wanted to do was leave you. But he did anyway, knowing you needed some time to do reading and to sleep. It still felt off later that night, but he just brushed it off and wished you were next to him.

“I’m telling you, man, I just feel like something’s up,” Sebastian insisted to Anthony as he started taking the fake dirt off of his face. The prosthetic artist was working on his fake arm, trying to get it off.

“Dude, you’re just paranoid. She’ll be fine. There’s half an hour between her dorm and your house and she’s probably on the way there right now.” Sebastian sighed, thanking the makeup artist as she pulled the prosthetic arm off, finally relieving the tension. She left soon after, leaving him and Anthony.

“You’re right. I mean, I just…” Sebastian was going to finish his sentence, but his ringtone lit up the makeup trailer. It was you. He smiled a little when the screen showed a picture of the two of you. “Hey, sweetheart, are you on the way?”

“Hi,” another, unfamiliar voice said. “This is going to sound weird, but are you a friend of Y/n’s?” It asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m her boyfriend, why?” The voice sighed in relief, but Sebastian could just feel that something was wrong.

“I’m an EMT with Fulton County. Your girlfriend was just involved in a car wreck and we were going through her phone to see if anyone could come be with her.” Sebastian’s heart just stopped.

“Is she okay?” The voice didn’t answer at first. He heard sirens in the background and he could feel that his heart was breaking. “Is she okay?”

“Her SUV rolled over twice and hit the median. She’s unresponsive right now. I can’t lie to you. She’s not doing well and we’re unsure if she’ll make it. Is there a hospital you’d prefer us to take her to?”

“Whatever’s closest.”

“Emory. Can I get some more information from you?”

“Yeah, whatever you need.” By now Anthony was standing outside of the trailer too, wondering what was wrong and why Sebastian’s eyes looked terrified. But Sebastian gave them your name, your birthday, and told them what you were allergic to. “If she wakes up can you tell her Sebastian loves her?”

“Of course. If you need anything, call back at this number and someone will try and answer.” Sebastian hung up the phone. His breath turned to white clouds in the cold air and they came out in puffs. He was crying.

“Dude, what’s wrong? You ran out of there like a bat out of hell!” Anthony said, joining Sebastian outside the trailer.

“I thought it was Y/n but it wasn’t. It was some EMT. She was in a car wreck and they said she’s not waking up.” Anthony’s face turned to one of pure shock.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure she’ll be okay. She’s a strong-ass kid.”

“But what if she needs me and I’m not there?” That, he realized, was what he was the most scared of. He was terrified that you would never get to hear him tell you he loves you. And he knew that you knew already, but it wasn’t the same as saying it.

“You’ll be there, man. Drive. And not like a maniac, you won’t make anything better. The last thing she needs is you getting into something, too. I’ll follow you.” Anthony walked to his car and waited until Sebastian got into his car, starting the engine. Sebastian did his best to drive, just drive, and ignored the sickening feeling in his stomach. He looked at his phone every chance he got, just in case someone was calling him again. You could be dying right now and he wouldn’t even have gotten the chance to tell you goodbye. He must have looked like an idiot – crying his eyes out as he drove, but he was scared. He needed to get to you, now. He needed to be there.

The next half an hour was a blur to him; he vaguely remembered parking his car and waiting for Anthony, asking a nurse about you, and them telling him to sit and wait because you were in surgery and they couldn’t tell him anything else. Sebastian walked back over to Anthony, who was already sitting down, and sat.

“Said she’s in surgery. That’s all.” Sebastian’s voice broke. He heard a radio go off in the hallway, something about an accident victim, and he swallowed a lump in his throat. He hated hospitals. He just couldn’t stand not being in there with you, even if he couldn’t do anything. You hated being alone.

“Whatever it is, you’ll get through it.” Sebastian put his head in his hands, trying not to cry like a baby, and brushed his hair behind his ears.

“You know something really shitty?” He asked.

“What?”

“I haven’t told her I love her yet. I was gonna do it tonight. Now I might not ever get the chance to.” You already knew he loved you – the way he put his hand on your back as you were walking, the way he would let you hang onto him like a koala, the way he would take you back to school in the middle of the night, or that one night when you had food poisoning and he sat with you the entire time. You knew because of the way he talked to you and the way he looked at you, and he wished, more than anything, that he could just tell you.

“Oh, no, man. Don’t pull that Hallmark movie shit. You’ll tell her. You’re going to storm into that hospital room and tell her you love her.” Sebastian laughed, actually laughed, and sniffled.

“Thanks, man.”

“Hey, I’m here for you. Whatever you guys need, I got it. If you wanna play Candy Crush I’ll give you my credit card.” He handed Sebastian a portable phone charger, too, knowing they would be there for awhile. Sebastian almost lost his mind playing the game on his phone until a notification popped up. He scanned the article about the accident. Your accident – The crash was the fault of a teenage boy who was supposedly driving over 100 miles per hour, 30 miles per hour over the speed limit. He was killed upon impact. He hit an SUV containing one woman, causing the SUV to flip over six times before coming to a stop at the median. We are told that the woman was unresponsive and taken to Emory.

“Un-fucking-responsive,” Sebastian muttered to himself. Anthony looked over at his friend and grabbed the phone, turning off notifications where Sebastian could see them.

“You see that? What I just did there? It’s called making sure you don’t see something you don’t want to see. You should try it sometime.” Sebastian scoffed, but he didn’t say anything. He just played solitaire on his phone even though he could never win.

“Mr. Stan for Y/n Y/l/n?” A nurse asked, walking out of the mysterious doors. Sebastian stood up, praying everything would be okay.

“My girl,” Sebastian said softly. “How is she?” The woman was young, probably about your age.

“She was dead for five minutes before we were able to bring her back. She’s awake and asking for you.” Sebastian’s heart felt the smallest bit better, but so much worse at the same time.

“Can I see her?”

“I’m sorry. She’s in another surgery right now.”

“Can you tell me how she is?” The nurse sighed.

“They’re doing everything they can to keep her comfortable.” No, he thought. No. He knew what that meant. It was never good, ever. It always meant someone was dying. Keeping someone comfortable was like giving a dog a bone before shooting it in the backyard. There was no use. It wouldn’t make anything better.

“If she’s asking for me, can I at least give her something?” The nurse nodded after thinking about it for a second, and Sebastian shed his sweatshirt. You liked to steal it all the time. It was your favorite of his. “And can you tell her I love her? Please?”

“Of course. We’ll update you as soon as we can.” The nurse carried the sweatshirt into the hallway, leaving Sebastian to go sit by Anthony again.

“What’d she say?” Anthony asked.

“They’re keeping her comfortable.” He started crying. He couldn’t help it. He buried his face in his hands and sighed, wiping tears away even though they just kept coming. “She’s dying.”

“She’ll be okay,” Anthony assured him. “Everything will be okay.”

“I can’t lose her.” Sebastian’s chest was burning with the thought of losing you. He felt like he was going to combust because it filled him with so much rage and sadness and he could’ve sworn his heart was actually broken. The universe could suck his dick, he decided, if they were going to do this to you.

“You won’t. And she knows you love her. She’s got your shirt now and they’re gonna tell her. I’ll get you some coffee. It’s gonna be a long night.” Anthony stood up, grabbing his wallet, and went to go get coffee.

They waited for another hour after Anthony got coffee. And then another hour. And then the nurse showed up again. Sebastian’s eyes were bloodshot from crying so much, and his body was shaking from how cold the room was. But he didn’t care. He just wanted to see you.

“She’ll be alright,” the nurse said. A weight lifted off his chest. “She’s stable. You can come see her, if you’d like.” Sebastian listened to the instructions and told Anthony to just go home and get some sleep. Then he ditched his coffee and walked right into the room they said you were in.

“Baby?” He asked. You were awake like they said you were, but you couldn’t sit up. You could barely move. Your hair was pulled up, your makeup was cried off, your eyes were barely open. The sweatshirt he’d given you was in one of your arms, clutched in your fist like it was your lifeline. You turned your head toward him and started crying, unable to move, unable to do anything. Sebastian closed the gap between you and kissed you, hard, and took your hand.

“Hey, baby,” He said softly. His voice cracked. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

“I just wanted you.”

“I know. They came and told me you wanted me, but they wouldn’t let me so I gave them my sweatshirt,” he explained. A machine beeped loudly as you tried to move, and it must have been your blood pressure because it only got worse as you tried moving. “Don’t try to move, don’t try to move. I don’t know what those machines are. Just rest.”

“I want you.” You were desperate to get to him, on so many drugs that you barely realized where you were. All you knew was he was there. It hurt him to have to say no, but he didn’t want to take the chance of you hurting yourself.

“You have to stay there. But I’m right here. I promise.” You finally listened to him and stopped moving, even though you were uncomfortable. You could feel pain in your ribs, but it was buried underneath all of the pain medication. Eventually he just offered you his arm and you tucked your head into it, holding onto his hand with both of yours. He resisted the urge to say anything to you, not wanting to wake you up. If you’d been just a single second earlier or later, what would have happened? Or what if you’d called him before you left, or you’d gone a different way, or… He had to stop thinking or he was going to go insane.

“Seb?” He heard you call his name and felt your breath on his arm and looked down at you. You played with the ring on his finger that he almost never took off.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” Your eyes were pleading with him. You just wanted to be loved after everything, and you wanted to hear it. You needed to hear it. It was about time, he thought, because he couldn’t even fathom a day without you. He knew things could change, but from how scared he had been, he knew it wouldn’t come easy. Fuck being scared, though, he thought. You mattered more.

“I love you too,” he muttered. You finally fell asleep again, this time at peace because you knew he loved you just as much as you loved him.

A/N: Oh boy was this one to write 😭 If you want a sprinkle of extra angst, just listen to Broken Glass by Boston Manor while reading. That’s what I did!

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