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Mchart week: The Road Trip
They are both unusually quiet in the morning. As if they are afraid to break the peaceful silence and ruin everything, so they let their bodies speak for their tongues. Kurt fries bacon and eggs, Diane warms up bagels and makes coffee.
A light brush of hands, short timid smiles. She adverts her eyes, and he feels a sudden pang in the chest. His arms snake around her waist, he just can't help it, his lips kiss the side of her head above the right ear. Despite the short glimpse of sadness he felt radiating from her just a moment ago, she leans in his embrace readily, caresses his back, kisses his shoulder. They're bathing in morning sunlight, in the warmth of their embrace and in the smell of the coffee.
"Kurt. Let's get away from the city for a while?" Diane blurts out.
"You mean, go to the country?"
"No... Go on a trip. Spend some time in nature." She knows he would love it. She knows that she will enjoy it too and they need it.
Kurt's eyebrows go up. Diane and nature: a beautiful combination but a rare one.
"Why?"
"To make a room," she pauses and finds his left hand with hers. "To clear more space for... love. Just be simply Diane and Kurt for a while."
Kurt is almost ready to laugh. He thinks that he is always himself and that being in love with her is his default state of being. But he gets it, so he just squeezes her hand and kisses her cheek instead.
"Do you have something particular in mind?"
"Nope. We can make arrangements today and go tomorrow."
"It's a deal then." He smiles into her hair.
The silence between them sparks with anticipation of something exciting as they eat.
***
Eventually they decide to go to Starved Rock. It's not too far from Chicago and it's beautiful.
Kurt's driving the car. Lyle Lovett doesn't provoke a sudden wave of longing anymore. The car doesn't reek of incense. Everything falls right into place. They're not going to meditate, they're going to walk and see the waterfalls, although Diane doesn't even mind watching him fishing for the whole day, breathing in the fresh air and the closeness of the most important person in her life she missed so much and desperately tried to forget in the fear of no future.
"You know what. We should try an axe throwing next."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. I'll show you my moves." She adds with a cheeky smile.
"I always thought it's a pity that you had got over it before we could try it together."
"Maybe you'll find that the axes are actually hotter than guns."
"I know for sure that you'd look hot as hell with an axe. As for the technical side… Maybe I am a simple guy, but I like complicated things, you know."
"Oh, I know. You wouldn't marry me if you haven't." Diane sighs. "There are actually so many things we haven't tried doing together…"
The majority of the trip they discuss their plans for future activities they want to try, building a bridge to their life together in DC. Diane thinks that maybe her cowboy is not an artsy person but he sure knows how to have fun and make her feel warm inside.
The playful talk only dies out when they stop at a parking lot near a gas station to buy some coffee. Somehow coffee gets forgotten pretty quick as they indulge in a not exactly silent make out session.
***
“There is something humbling about the ancient rocks. We try to be important, be heroes, make a difference, while they’re just standing here and will outlive us all…”
“You’ll be able to make a difference again when you’re back in a courtroom. Real difference for real people.”
And you will feel better, his tender green eyes tell her. She already feels better. The earth, the rustle of leaves, water and his steady presence ground her. Baby steps are not so frustrating anymore. Finally she knows what she needs to do: go back to what she does best. Leading a law firm, fighting for clients she actually cares about. Finally she doesn’t feel so painfully alone.
She looks down at the calm water surface and muses.
This is crazy how you start to think that a person you have mutual interests with understands you on a truly deep level, seeking his advice because you feel like drowning, only to realize later that he doesn't know you at all. And it makes sense, because he really doesn't.
And this is crazy how a person, you have so little in common with on a surface level, gets you better than anyone else in the world. It doesn't make sense at all, but it feels so right when you don't overthink it.
***
"Ouch!" Diane stumbles and almost falls but Kurt's strong hand supports her in time.
"Are you alright, hon?" he asks gently caressing her side. Diane takes a deep breath trying to not lean too much onto him.
"I think I've twisted my ankle. I'll be alright in a minute."
"You need to sit down and rest for a bit…" Kurt looks around trying to find something suitable. Sadly, they are out in the wild and there are no benches. "What do you think about this nice looking rock?"
Kurt helps Diane to reach the big flat rock he spotted and sit down. Then he takes three steps back, checks her out affectionately and pulls the smartphone out of his pocket.
"You look like a princess who got lost in the woods."
"Yeah, seventy years old princess in leather pants", Diane answers sarcastically.
"Princess SexyPantsass", Kurt says lightheartedly and gets a perfect shot of her laughing. This will be a nice addition to his growing collections of Diane's photos.
When Kurt helps Diane to stand up again, his stomach grumbles loudly.
"I think we should head to the picnic area. Maybe this place has a dark history, but I don't want my galant knight to starve!"
***
Kurt gives Diane a plate with a hot aromatic grilled cheese sandwich and two sausages on the side while she spoonfeeds him a pasta salad she made this morning. He feeds her grapes. She wipes her hands with a napkin and pats his knee. They clunk two beers and toast their trip. The silence they've immersed into now is comforting in all its cozyness.
A gust of wind ruffles Kurt's hair, and Diane's fingertips tingle. He is relaxed, almost serene. He looks at her with such tenderness that her lips start tingling too. She brushes breadcrumbs from his mustache, lightly touching the upper lip with her pinkie. He smiles and kisses her fingers. She can't restrain herself anymore. One hand goes up his cheek and disappears in the thick silver hair. The other hand goes up his chest, then his neck. And they are kissing, and kissing, and kissing. Bottles fall clinking against each other. Diane silently prays for the bottles to be empty, but when they end the kiss she looks only at him.
"Now I'm starved for something else", Kurt breathlessly murmurs in her ear, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. Diane is half turned on, half hyper-aware that they're in a public space.
"I'm afraid we have to starve for this much longer, my love", she whispers, moving away from him. The look on his face when she says the last two words almost makes her cry.
“Thank you for coming back to me.” She literally breathes the sentence out. Her guilty look adds: Despite me hurting your feelings again and again.
It is both an apology for how she had left things and gratitude for him finally being here for her, not on the phone with a despicable organization, not somewhere else.
“Thank you for choosing us again.” Kurt answers simply, his voice is breaking in the middle.
Her brows form two slanting lines, her lips tremble. As though they both could go a different way. They almost did, but no, she couldn't, they couldn’t.
She just hugs him then. If she could melt into his soft flannel shirt, she would. His hands clutch so tightly on her back as if he is afraid she would disappear.
The next moment an angry kid passes them muttering something about "gross adults". They break their embrace and laugh, probably making the kid even angrier. The unexpressed thought makes them laugh even louder.
On the way back to the car they see a double rainbow.
"Everything is gonna be alright", Diane thinks. Kurt opens a car door for her. Going back home doesn't seem so depressing anymore.
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The song in the edit: Love Will Keep Us Alive by Scorpions.
Thank you @rexlockhart for organizing such a wonderful fandom event! 💗💗💗
#the good fight#mchart#diane lockhart#kurt mcveigh#MchartWeek#diane x kurt#christine baranski#gary cole#the visual pun is half-intended :D#guess who hasn't written anything descriptive in ages#and yes i need a beta
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Didn’t get as many this time, but laughed a lot writing this!
For this one, we are going back again to before the kids came along. If you have read any of our other stuff, you know we love Cooper so we had to have him in one. We might do one with him and the kids if we have a good idea.
Thanks to @klaine-word-scramble!
(Aug 7 entry - 942 words)
Warnings: explicit language
Title: Raven Expensive
Kurt trudged up the stairs to his apartment, his day finally over. Although it had been a mentally exhausting day being hurried from one audition to another, they had gone well for the most part and he was optimistic. He hoped to have a nice, relaxing evening, but he knew that probably wouldn’t happen. With a deep breath, he prepared himself for what he knew awaited him inside his apartment. Blaine’s brother Cooper was visiting and staying with them. He was mostly entertaining, slightly exhausting, and overall meant well. It didn’t stop Blaine bickering with him though. From the muffled argument he could hear from outside the door, Kurt realized with a sigh it was happening yet again.
“Cooper, it’s a terrible idea. The worst really.”
“Stop trying to squash my dreams!”
“I’m not trying to squash your dreams, you walnut! I’m trying to keep you from embarrassing yourself and me! And our entire family!”
“Dream squisher!”
Kurt hooked his keys next to Blaine’s on the wall and dropped his messenger bag on the table as he shook his head at the two brothers. They were in the living room, Cooper kneeling on the couch backwards and poking Blaine in the face repeatedly while his irate husband smacked his finger away. Kurt put his hands on his hips and resigned himself to be mediator yet again.
“Boys, what’s going on? I leave you for a few hours and you are at each others throats? Do I need to ground you both?”
Blaine softened a little at the sight of his husband and kissed his cheek when he came to stand beside him. “Cooper has been binging Ru Paul’s Drag Race again and now he thinks he wants to be a drag queen. I’ve told him just because he’s watched all the seasons—”
“Including Untucked and All Stars! The international shows are next!”
Blaine rolled his eyes. “Just because he’s watched one show doesn’t mean he is going to be successful as a drag queen. It’s not just about wanting to—“
“I can do it!” Cooper interrupted much to Blaine’s annoyance. “I can serve cunt! And I’m very pretty as a boy, I’m sure to be gorgeous as a queen!” Tossing his head, he gave Kurt his most dazzling smile that truthfully made him blush a little. He was in love with Blaine, of course, but Cooper definitely had his own charm.
How to make peace? He didn’t want to take sides, but the last thing they needed was Cooper ruining the rest of his visit with a half-cocked idea and upsetting Blaine. Kurt gave Blaine’s hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled at Cooper like he would an unreasonable child. “Have you even done drag before?”
“Not on the stage, darling, but I wore a skirt once!” Cooper pretended to brush his hair behind his ears and then caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. He primped a little, pouting out his lips.
“That was a kilt, you dummy. That’s not a skirt,” Blaine grumbled beside Kurt.
“It still counts!” Cooper retorted. “And my legs looked fantastic. You are just jealous that I could pull it off and you couldn’t! You don’t have the charisma, uniqueness, nerve, or talent I have!” He snapped. “That’s called a read dear brother. It’s an insult.”
Blaine’s eye twitched as the last thread of his patience began to unravel. “I know what a fucking read is, Cooper. This is like every other thing you have picked up for two seconds and tossed away!”
Cooper nodded, his eyes sparkling. Yeah, he wasn’t listening whatsoever. “Be real, Blainey. This is my calling and I shall answer her! I’ve even picked out a name! Raven Expensive! Isn’t that just the best!”
Blaine rubbed a hand down his face while Kurt nearly bit his lip off trying not to laugh. It wasn’t the time. Blaine was seconds from losing it completely. “Coop, I say this with love and concern. You would suck at it. You can’t walk in heels. Remember when you decided your destiny was to walk on stilts and travel with the carnival? You nearly broke your tailbone.”
Kurt could see Cooper was about to argue again, so he tried to help Blaine convince him. “Yeah, walking in heels is harder than you think. You have to practice a lot if you don’t want to fall.”
“When did you wear heels?” At the barely contained lust in his voice, Kurt turned to Blaine and blushed at the heated way he was eyeing him.
“For glee club mostly. What? I’ve worn them for Halloween costumes too.” Kurt nudged him for the way he was leering. He could tell by the glazed expression that Blaine had something dirty in mind. “Why do you want to know?”
“Definitely for purely innocent reasons and not perverted ones,” Blaine replied low and growly.
“Look, drag is already bringing this family together!” Cooper exclaimed. “As for the heels, I can learn. Kurt can teach me! Now, I’m thinking for my performance I use lots of fire—“
“Cooper, absolutely not! Kurt, we are going to the shoe store like now. You can dance in heels, right? Like dirty dance?” Blaine was already tugging him towards the door and grabbing his keys. Kurt giggled at the excited gleam in his husband’s eye as he tried to push Kurt out the door while mumbling about how amazing Kurt’s ass would look in heels.
“Wait for me!” Cooper shouted as he flopped off the back of the couch into the floor and hurried after them. “I need shoes too! And I need someone to film my audition video! Guys!”
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Unravel
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Raven
#klaine-word-scramble#klaine word scramble#glee#klaine#klaine fanfiction#fanfic#kirakiwi#blaine anderson#kurt hummel#cooper anderson#drag#future fic
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Hello everyone and a fine El WooWoo Wednesday to you. Thank you @facewithoutheart for the tag. I woke up today and I chose violence and by violence I mean “doing something batshit like posting another WIP Wednesday Hospital”.
It’s been a while (7 months, apparently) since I last did one of those, so for the ones who are new, let me explain what a WIP Wednesday Hospital is real quick. The WIP Wednesday Hospital is inspired a post by @facewithoutheart called a WIP Wednesday Graveyard, where Christina put her abandoned WIPs to rest and I was obsessed with the idea, but I also realised that I wasn’t ready to put my WIPs to rest since I had the intention of finishing them. So instead of a graveyard, my WIPs reside in a (long-stay) hospital ward. All my WIPs are waiting for me to discharge them (aka finish them). Some WIPs have been in this long-stay hospital ward for years (shout out to aap noot mies for getting discharged after 7 years!) while others are still getting used to it.
Below the cut are 10 patients waiting for a visit. You can go say hi to all of them, or just skip to the ones that interest you. I bolded the fandoms/ships etc. for easier browsing.
So please mask up and leave your name at the guest list: @quizasvivamos @crissmastrees-and-candyklaines @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @wellbelesbian @tea-brigade @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @artsyunderstudy @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @martsonmars @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral
Patient no. 1 has gotten a lot of love lately. It’s my Snowbaz Carry On Prompt Fest text fic make a fire out of this flame. Simon’s sent a wrong message to Baz and things escalate from there on:
Baz🍆 (17:06)
Will I ever meet your soulmate?
Simon Snow-Salisbury (17:06)
what
Baz🍆 (17:07)
The fish
Simon Snow-Salisbury (17:07)
OH
This is Simon’s phone, hence the 🍆 (it’ll get explained) (it’s not what you think). And I hate to say it, but I think I might have to wheel this one back to the hospital ward. I may have to prioritise finishing other fics, including patient no. 2.
Patient no. 2 has the working title comphet babey! and I hope it’s going to be my Klaine Advent fic for this year. I have a total of two (2) ideas for this fic. One is that Blaine and Quinn are in a comphet relationship and the other is that the entire fic takes place in Ljubljana, Slovenia. You’ve heard of “Saló is the place to be”, well, meet a contestant:
Kongresni trg is the place to be.
Kurt loves sitting in the grass - on a blanket, mind you, he’s not going to ruin his clothes - and breathing in the scent from the pizza place in the corner. He’s not attached to the square because of its historical value, but because he likes being here. It’s a nice green spot in the heart of the capital. It’s surrounded by gorgeous buildings and you have a stunning view of the Ljubljana Castle on top of the Castle Hill.
Kurt’s only been here for a few days, but he already loves this place as a spot to unwind. And again, the great pizza place is an added bonus.
Yes, yes, this is based on my own experiences, although unlike Kurt, I did park my ass on the grass.
Patient no. 3 is Just Some Guy. Remember him? Matt Christopher Davis? This is the full 8 years at Watford from an outsider’s POV. Sure, Simon is the Chosen One and Baz is his Main Antagonist, but Matt is just some guy trying to get an education and he’s a bit fed up about these two interrupting his studies. Matt needs a break, so in his fourth year, he exchanges with Micah and fucks off:
“And you would not believe what happened this time!” John says, as usual.
Every week, John gives me updates about life back at Watford. I was clearly mistaken about the year being uneventful. Well, it’s uneventful for me, but for some reasons John finds it important to keep me up to date with the Chosen One’s life.
It all started with the Humdrum sending magickal monkeys to disrupt the welcome picnic.
Oh, and yes, John is Check, Please!’s John Johnson. Why? Because I can.
Speaking of Check, Please!, patient no. 4 is a returning patient and it is a Zimbits fic, although you can also call it a Jack & Lardo friendship fic first and a Zimbits fic second. It’s about Instagram and I haven’t written for it since 2019, but hey, let’s give it some love:
Apparently, the hockey world is not done with Jack Zimmermann.
He’d been updating his Instagram for a month and he’d gathered a couple of followers when one day, a comment appeared.
‘r u jack zimmermann from hockey???‘
Jack had ignored it.
But the comments kept flooding. His follower count expanded greatly. Jack kept ignoring it.
Then, one day, Larissa barges into his room.
Patient no. 5 is, well, you can say it is a Simon/Butter fic. No, not really. Remember I can’t believe it IS butter? I then planned a Simon Snow Butter Saga that I do want to finish one day but then I sort of let it go in favour for other fics. This is from Cheer up, butter cup!:
But yeah, I have mini butter cups now. I stash them in my cold and enlarged pocket (I persuaded Baz to also spell it bigger on the inside) .
Back in my flat I put them in my fridge. Honestly, Baz should also enlarge the inside of the fridge to make room for all my butter.
“At least my strawberry dessert syrup doesn’t take up that much space, love,” he says as he watches me shove the mini butter cups to the back.
“Baz, what do I do now with all this butter?”
He raises an eyebrow.
“You’re asking me? You’re the one who eats them like candy.”
Patient no. 6 is a Love, Victor ending rewrite. Yes, I am also creating a bunch of Love, Victor ending rewrites because I thought the final season sucked ass. BEWARE! SPOILERS FOR LOVE, VICTOR START AFTER THIS SENTENCE, SO SKIP TO THE NEXT PATIENT IT YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED. I already posted All I needed for another day, which is an ending where Victor ends up single and rides the ferris wheel alone, and this one is called All I ever knew, only you. Benji doesn’t show up at the ferris wheel either. Instead, they meet again 3 years later. After all... do I dislike Venji? No, but I am also not incredibly happy with how they ended up together. Hence the rewrite:
A host announces a new band and Leah cheers loudly.
Abby raises an eyebrow.
“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard of them,” Leah says and she turns to the others, “They’re a new group, all UGA freshmen. I spoke to the drummer once. They want to do covers, but also try their hand at original stuff.”
“Let them hear it,” Abby says and she raises a glass.
The others join in. They look at their joined glasses and they cheer and hoot even more.
Out of the corner of Victor’s eyes, he can see the band getting on stage and he drops his glass when he sees a familiar face.
“Victor, Jesus!” Felix yells out. It’s a good thing Victor’s glass was almost empty and it didn’t fall from a great height, so it didn’t break. It only spills a bit of beer on Victor’s shirt, but Victor couldn’t care less.
Benji is on stage.
Patient no. 7 is an Under the Whispering Door fic called Actual Freeman. It’s supposed to be short and sweet. Emphasis on short. Yet, I haven’t finished it, but I do have this:
Wallace Reid knows he’s up for another change of names. It was fun being Wallace Reid for two years, but it’s time to move on.
It’s time to become Wallace Freeman.
Hugo is the one who proposed. They were out riding the motorcycle. Hugo took them to their favourite spot and went down on one knee.
Patient no. 8 is another returning patient. It’s Hold on to that feeling, my Glee/CO crossover. I haven’t written for this in ages, but all the new information about Simon being able to sing... oh chef’s kiss! I can’t wait to incorporate that. But first, this:
“Uhm, Simon, Baz… Blaine?”
It’s Kurt’s voice. Blaine opens the door and Kurt looks very confused and surprised when he sees the others.
“You’re- you’re back,” he says quietly. Blaine also guides Kurt inside so that he can close the door. It’s true that no one else can see this room, but it still feels like they have more privacy now.
“Look, I messed up!” Simon throws his hands in the air.
“Again,” Baz reminds him.
“I was trying out several spells that could help us on our quest to get home. One of them was an Everything in its time.”
“Which, as Snow unfortunately forgot with his pea-sized brain, creates time jumps,” Baz says angrily.
Patient no. 9 is, uh, an unexpected patient and honestly this one is still in the waiting room. I might not admit it to the hospital in the first place. I’m still wondering if I actually want to do something with this, but, uh.... Rosemary Snow my beloved:
“Papà, babbo, sono a casa!” I yell out and I close the door behind me, “Anche Ire è qui!”
I hear some commotion coming from the living room. Ire raises an eyebrow and I shrug.
Eventually, a small voice comes from the other side of the door.
“... R-Rosemary?” my papà sounds uncertain, “Is that you?”
“Si, sono io,” I say with a frown on my face. Why did he reply in English? My papà and I speak a lot of Italian when it’s the two of us, and especially if one of my friends is coming over.
I open the door and my jaw drops when I realise what I am seeing.
My papà is standing in the living room, looking like a lost dog, and he has wings.
Basically, this is an AU of Paradiso? Learn more about it here. Not sure if the Italian is correct. Sorry Marta for cheating on you with Google translate, but like I said, I’m not sure if this is going to be a thing.
And okay, let’s end this with a bang. Patient no. 10 is [REDACTED]. As in, the actual title is redacted. Everything about this fic is a secret, since it is written for the Klaine Secret Santa and any snippet might easily give away what prompt I am writing and who I am writing it for. Yet, I want to share it, since I actually started writing it today and I have clear plans for it now. Here’s the start:
“I am here because I want to be challenged.”
Everyone claps politely and [REDACTED] sits down with a satisfied grin on their face. They’re basking in the praise and [REDACTED] envies their confidence. It’s almost their time to introduce themself and they are incredibly nervous.
This is their first [REDACTED].
This is a [REDACTED].
This is [REDACTED].
Yet, they can’t help but be anxious.
What if they [REDACTED]? After all, if you had told them a year ago that [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED], they wouldn’t have believed you.
[REDACTED], of all people, as [REDACTED]?
I’m sorry. I think I am funny. (I also changed all the gendered pronouns to they/them for this snippet. Gotta commit to the bit ✊😔.)
Thank you for reading. As always, feel free to leave flowers and to make your own WIP Wednesday Hospital. It’s always a lot of fun. Feel free to visit the previous three hospital posts here, here and here, although you will see that some patients have been discharged 🥳.
#i am insane for this#this took an hour#no one asked for this#yet here i am and i loved doing it so#wip wednesday#tagged in#also cant believe it's been 7 months since the last one#i made that bespoke banner and all and then never did one again#but yeah this is also what i am talking about when i talk about the hospital in posts#as in 'i might put it back in the hospital'
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We're in hiatus mode with the rewatch for the next couple of weeks or so, but I have 90 minutes until I can call to make an appointment before I sleep, so here we go with 3x05 - WTF Edition. Really hope this cut works, since we have a) plenty of negativity and b) spoilers right up to 5x11 in this post.
So. The Avery twist technically began in 3x04, but we don't get any fallout until this episode. So I'm going to go into an overview of why Avery bugs me before I get to 3x05 stuff.
Let me just start out by saying Kristina Reyes did really well with the material she had to work with. BUT I object to Avery's existence, because she's only around for one season (and thirty seconds at the end where she doesn't even interact with Jeller), and even though it would have been an angst gold mine to have Remi return and deal with her daughter being back, they didn't go there. And everything they had Avery tell the team about Crawford, they would have been easily able to get from other sources. She just plain didn't need to be there in season 3.
I once saw someone speculating that Jaimie and Kristina had a spat, based on Instagram unfollowing or something. That would make a lot of sense, that one of them refused to work with the other and ruined what the writers had originally planned for season 4 Remi and dying!Jane. But I digress.
Overall, I'm glad they wrote Avery out of the show, because when your ship has a kid, they become really boring. Even their shippy moments revolve around the kid. The things they were worrying about pre-kid are now background for kid-related angst, and there aren't that many ways to make that unique and interesting.
The writers kind of averted that with Kurt and Bethany in season 2-4, because Allie wasn't part of the team, she moved away, you only saw a few moments of 'going to be a dad' and they were buried under all the Sandstorm shenanigans, then Allie and Bethany only pop up a few times afterwards. And of course, every single character forgets about Avery's existence after 4x01. But season 3 parental!Jane and season 5 parental!Kurt were just annoying.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying real-life people shouldn't make their kids the most important thing in their lives. That's good parenting (assuming it's not overbearing). What I'm saying is that watching well-developed characters become the Worried/Protective Parent Trope is like replacing characters with cardboard cutouts, because there's not much to differentiate one worried parent TV character from another. They all just go 'MY BABY MY BABY' and it wastes screen time that could have gone towards fun team moments, or shippy playfulness, or whatever.
So yeah, from the moment I heard 'this says I have a daughter' I was already rolling my eyes. The amnesia angle makes it slightly more interesting, but the faked death plot point, when it was revealed, was just far-fetched. Roman's disregard for the only family he has who's not Jane is weird, given how family obsessed he is. A better revenge on Jane would have been what he said he'd do to get Avery to fake her death - getting her involved in his schemes against Crawford, getting her to break the law and become his permanent ally that way. No death-faking required, and a different plot point for getting Kurt to take tattoo help from him.
Basically, I just don't think there was a convincing enough reason for the whole Jane-has-a-kid storyline. Yes, conflict with Kurt and Roman being able to leverage Kurt were worthwhile plot points, but they could have found something else to make it about, that actually made sense.
But yeah. On to 3x05 discussion:
The absolute last acceptable moment for Kurt to put off telling Jane about Berlin was just before Jane got the envelope from Rossi. I mean, Kurt, you're a great FBI agent, you can't string these clues together and read the writing on the wall? Going into the seconds after Jane reads Rossi's message, he already knows that a) Roman knows about Berlin, b) Roman has promised there is more pain coming, c) Roman knows he can use Berlin to leverage Kurt's cooperation, to some as yet unknown end, and d) Jane now knows she has/had a child. When Jane said, 'I have a daughter', Kurt's response should have been, 'I know.'
The writers do have Jane say some stuff that's supposed to give Kurt an excuse for not telling her, like not wanting to disrupt the child's life, but all of that ignores the fact that they had at least twelve off-screen hours to process and discuss this information. I doubt Jane went 'I have a daughter - oh well, we'll ask Patterson about it in the morning, let's get some sleep.' She would have spent at least a couple of hours awake and stressing, and Kurt would have been talking her through it. So he totally would have had time to come clean before she started with her 'I can't have my sense of who I am ripped away again' stuff. Not cool, Kurt.
Jane reacts exactly as I would expect someone to act in her situation, except for one thing - the moment she says, 'How could I forget I had a child?' Like that's some sacred thing someone should never forget, even when they've had their entire memory wiped. She didn't say, 'How could I forget I was a terrorist?' or 'How could I forget I had a brother?' or 'How could I forget my parents were murdered?' So why should having a kid be any different? It just makes me think the implication was some 'sacred bond between mother and child' bullshit. You'd never get that if the amnesiac character was male.
Also it kinda sucks that they had Jane be processing the child reveal at the same time as the case was dealing with untested rape kits. Sure, Roman says the father was Remi's high school sweetheart, who was a 'nice enough guy', but the show seems to be nudging you into unacknowleged parallel territory up until that point. :/
Okay, I'm done. Sorry for the ramble. XD
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Oooh ooh I have a question abt the last chapter of your series! First of all what a crazy experience thanks for that! Definitely didn’t end how I expected. I love the fact it’s making me wonder things! Like would Kurt have definitely killed her? Like if she’d genuinely been like I’m sorry I want you back I still love you when he turned up at her house- or even if she’d called him up and said it the day before his spree- would he have taken her back? (whoops he’s already killed 5 ppl but ya know)
he would’ve taken her back in an instant. i tried to have very subtle hints that he was unstable through the use of talking about his childhood and when he first thought of the lesson when he met her. he put it on the back burner once he realized he had a potential to reach crazy numbers with her.
he lost something that he genuinely believed he needed and lost his fame with that, he needed to think of something so big that would keep him immortalized forever like in the movie. he knew she wouldn’t take him back, she hadn’t answered him for weeks and moved on with her life. if he killed her on stream, that would’ve brought the numbers in like crazy. plus people were egging him on because like in the movie, some people couldn’t tell if it’s real and a lot of people thought it was funny to trick him into doing horrible things for their entertainment. he was hesitant to see her and didn’t want to leave the car but he knew he was putting on a show for everyone, they all donated and kept pestering him to do it.
if she found out what he did after taking him back, she would’ve turned him in immediately. she wouldn’t have this bonnie and clyde-esque thing with him, she would’ve ruined it all the second she got.
#kurtsworld96#kurt kunkle#kurt kunkle fanfiction#kurt kunkle fic#kurt kunkle x reader#spree#spree movie#joe keery#kurt kunkle x fem reader#kurt kunkle/reader
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The Long Drive
Ao3: /works/40451073 // A follow-up to Forgiving Wylde
Summary: Finally free from the Silencerz' base, Vert Wheeler and the Wylde brothers have a very, very long drive ahead of them - from California all the way to New York. However, there's something the brothers need to come clean about--and soon--lest they cause more trouble than they bargained for.
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“So, whose car is this, anyway?” Vert asked, perched precariously on the backseat’s middle hump–not very safe, but they were driving an automatic. This was a no-fun-allowed zone—so agreed the note ‘Don’t have too much fun’ crumpled in Kurt’s hand—and Wylde was sure driving like a reasonable person. That wasn’t like him. Under the circumstances, the blond was half-surprised that he hadn’t let his brother drive. Well, there was still a long way between California and New York. Suppose Kurt would get his time to shine eventually… in an automatic Ford Mustang. What a waste.
“Taro,” Wylde answered.
Kurt supplemented, “Yeah, Markie pitched a fit when they told us we’d be leaving in the back of a federal sedan. So, Taro somehow convinced the Silencerz to have someone go fetch one of his instead – to “prevent an incident” he said.”
It worked out pretty well for them. Having a car of their own made smuggling one Vert Wheeler out of the Silencerz’ base so much easier. Truly, a group effort. If only Taro had chosen a better car. Why’d he even own this thing? Kurt tried not to dwell on the implications that Mr. Kitano might have bought and loaned this car specifically to mess with them. He tossed the crumpled sticky-note onto the floor. Maniac. Although, it was equally true that neither he nor Mark’s cars were fit for passengers; the Accelerons had lovingly rebuilt them just the way they were before. One seat, one driver. Hopefully, the Silencerz wouldn’t completely ruin them for the sake of research.
“Hey, there ain’t no way I was gonna let them–”
“Tell you what to do?” Again, Vert helpfully supplied Wylde with the rest of his sentence. Out on the road, he felt a little bit better. Okay, a lot a bit better, enough to be cheeky. Wylde shot him what was allegedly an unamused look from the rearview mirror, albeit his recipient was unphased. Kurt stifled a snort.
“Yeah, well.. that, too. There ain’t enough money in the world to convince me into a fed’s car, and–no offense, Vert. I ain’t a little kid anymore. I don’t do backseat.” Not unless he was sleeping in it, but even so– Wylde preemptively slugged his sibling passenger, immediately gratified with a clipped hey! He could feel you thinking things, Kurt. Call it a brother’s sixth sense. So, don’t you start, and don’t act innocent, either. He knew you too well.
As an only child, Vert was equal parts delighted and confused.
“Y’know, you’re not that much older than me, Markie.” Was this the side Vert really wanted to take? Well, suppose Kurt was his teammate. Technically. Albeit, mostly Vert was just along for a good time – not to choose between brothers; so he leaned forward, bracing himself casually against the two front seats like a real heckler. Like someone who’d be in real big trouble if Wylde decided to suddenly brake, but as much as it was a little tempting… Vert needed to be in one piece and not squished into Taro’s dashboard. He was, however, the recipient of one gratuitous side-eye.
“It’s Mark, and older’s older. How’s it feel being the youngest driver, Josef?” Wylde couldn’t say for sure–no matter what he asserted–but he swore he remembered Kurt mentioning that Nolo was older by about this much. He had to be, right? Nolo was the leader of the scrap squad; it’d be embarrassing if he was the babiest of the bunch, too. Honestly, the fact that his own brother was the old man among the Teku was something else, but that was a fun thought for another time. Priorities and all.
“Now that I think about it? Not too bad, actually. You should ask Kurt how it feels losing to someone who’d just gotten their license,” Vert deflected to a resounding Hah from his left. Alright, y’know what? Priorities changed. Giving Kurt a hard time was always the answer. Yet, to their collective right side, Kurt was less impressed, glowering fiercely. Kids. Worse yet: teenagers. Mark hardly looked the part anymore, but deep down the tattooed behemoth wasn’t too different from sweet, summer child Vert Wheeler. If he weren’t so irritated, then Kurt might have remembered that this was a good thing – Markie making friends his own age.
“Hey, we’re on a team now. It isn’t about winning or losing.” That hurt to say. He tried to rein in his pride–act maturely–but his level of believability was… somewhat lacking. Kurt Wylde was a sore loser. Always was, always would be. It was a gift from their father.
“Right, right.. I just couldn’t help noticing–” You didn’t want Karma to know. Petty, both of them. Yet, Vert wasn’t allowed to finish his sentence, the telltale buzz of a flip phone derailing his precious train of thought. Focus scattered to the wind, Vert mumbled a distracted apology as he fished the accursed device from his pants pocket. A belated gift from his father. Something so they could keep in touch more easily. He frowned. It was a device of Just checking in on you. Kurt’s expression remained mostly unchanged as he watched Vert’s painfully slow, defeated slide from the middle hump into the backseat proper. Great.
Wylde exchanged a guilty, knowing look with his brother. Trouble.
“Hey dad–” Vert answered, trying to drum up some semblance of enthusiasm. Much like Kurt, he wasn’t very convincing, flinching as the tinny speaker relayed his father’s sudden and rather impressive disapproval. Where are you, Vert. It wasn’t even a question! Hell, it wasn’t even at a normal speaking volume, overheard loudly and clearly by the two brothers up front. They knew. Vert didn’t. Simple as that, he struggled to answer. Where was he..? On the road? In general? Why was his father disappointed this time? Wylde said–
“He’s with us,” Kurt projected firmly, not particularly caring whether or not Major Wheeler caught any of it. He added quickly, “Sorry, I need to see your phone–”
Vert hadn’t time to object. Snatching and clapping the phone closed in one fluid motion, Kurt had half a mind to fling it out the window, but that wouldn’t solve anything. They had to talk. They had to talk before Major Jack Wheeler took it out on his only son. So, there was an ominous, looming silence as the car slowed, rumbling past the sleeper lines separating the shoulder from the rest of the highway. Wylde pulled over. Something was wrong here; Vert wasn’t stupid. Yet, it wasn’t until they’d stopped completely that his searching gaze was finally met with an answer.
Wylde muttered an expletive, dragging a hand down his face. He twisted around in the driver seat, trying to manage line-of-sight with the man sitting directly behind him.
“Sorry, uhh.. should’ve probably said something sooner,” Wylde offered sheepishly, distracted momentarily by his thoughts–by his brother flipping the phone back open to double check he’d turned it off.
(It was.)
“We had permission to leave,” Kurt clarified, punctuated by the loud, plastic snap of the phone closing again. As a courtesy, he passed it off to the backseat–an offering of choice. This would all be for nothing if Vert was forced into their decision. Well, more than he already was by omission, but they hoped Vert could forgive them for that. Beyond allowing him plausible deniability… they were worried. “–but not you. I’m sure your father called because he finally realised that you weren’t there anymore.”
“That explains a few things…” Vert settled on slowly, eventually. His father’s ire, the getaway car with tinted windows, Tork and Nolo’s brawl over something they’d settled already (a distraction!), the tension at the front gate – it all fit snugly into place. This was as much a kidnapping as it was a road trip. It was more surprising, touching in a strange way, realising how many drivers were in on it. Just not him, huh? Though, if Vert was being honest with himself, it was a lot easier to think out here. If they’d told him everything from the start, he might still be stuck in that room. Miserable.
“If you wanna head back, I’ll do it – just say the word,” Wylde said, gripping the steering wheel tightly in his prosthetic left hand. Oh, how he didn’t want to, but he would – no matter how much the idea of returning Vert to those Silencer creeps really pissed him off. “It was my idea, so I’ll–”
“We’ll,” Kurt corrected.
“–deal with your old man. He can’t do nothin’ to me that ain’t already been done worse. We just…”
“We care about you, Vert. That’s all. It ain’t fair keeping you and not any of us.” Tezla aside. Kadeem aside. Lani chose to stay. Everyone else, though? It just wasn’t right, and the only reason any of them could figure was because he was the Major’s son. It was personal. Wylde ran his mouth to make up for the awkward tension engulfing them. “...sure you’ve heard this enough times already, but I’ve been to prison. Bein’ stuck like that is soul-sucking. Didn’t want that to be you, a’ight?”
For only a few moments, Kurt’s expression turned pensive. He fixed it.
“Yeah… thanks, Mark. Kurt.” His decision was a heavy one, but this wouldn’t be the first nor the last time he defied his father’s expectations. So, they might as well make the best of it, and he knew just the thing. Knocking the seat in front of him, Vert wasn’t sorry about this, either. “Though, as long as we’re stopped.. Tag out, I’m driving.”
#Hot Wheels Acceleracers#Acceleracers#Vert Wheeler#Mark Wylde#Kurt Wylde#hi I was lazy and couldn't be bothered to post this here before#since with tumblr I have to go back & manually add all of my italics back in
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My friends are my enemies I am now a man thank you yes I am a 27 thank you very much my mom is magical yeah just noticed since that’s supposed to be a secret why can’t I do anything with my life because I’m either Cody wilder Ray or Kurt xobain or getting molested by Ingrid Backes oh no it’s to much well that’s why I’m in prison system and not in real life because that was to much for this man who didn’t want to become a female. And since you all betrayed me I have no other choice but to join the dark side for eternity now I know my true life had gone away because I yelled at my mom well the police set me up so the a charge system and our in on my left hand before I gave birth and everything totally got ruined so don’t look at me for support we need to have order oh now I’m watching Harry Potter oh not now I’m getting raped on the inside
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Team Rocket - Well District
(Image Description: The player, Shaymin, and Kurt at the bottom of a well.)
We completely ignore the Ruins of Alph and head to Azalea, which has been invaded by Team Rocket. Old man Kurt isn't having any of this and throws himself down a well about it. Thanks old man, guess we're leaving the crime fighting to kids again.
Team Rocket, Well District, is absolutely no trouble. Their leader, Proton, claims he's the "scariest" and "cruelest" and if that's true, good ol' TR really has fallen far from grace.
To Kurt's credit, in return for taking care of Team Rocket, he offers to make us pokeballs for free. We have two more pokemon to catch before this game is over, so I'm not about to pass up free pokeballs. We'll have to make sure to come back here about once a real life day.
(Image Description: Player and Shaymin stand next to Kurt and his granddaughter in his house. The family slowpoke is off to the side)
Now it's finally time to fight Bugsy, and while bug type should scare me, being strong against grass type, I suspect I'm over-levelled, in spite of all my efforts.
Well... I am pleasantly surprised to find that Bugsy does, in fact, pose a challenge. Specifically his Scyther, whose U-Turn is actually posing a problem for me. I just need to get three growths in, but even using leech seed, it's not happening. Man, we gotta level up!
(Image Description: Player and Shaymin stand before Bugsy in his gym)
(Note: At this point in the game I've ditched using Swift at all since it was really only a placeholder to begin with. I may switch to just giving Joringel Magical Leaf early instead. Does this make things more difficult? Yes, but I feel like it also makes it more honest.)
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One can not help but pity her a bit. She is so used to doing things her borderline-insane way, going all out, having a little taste here and there, just enjoying a good fight in general. And now she is stuck babysitting princeboy here, whos ego is way bigger than his actually strength and that means constantly focusing on him, instead of focusing on a fight and to top that off, secretly, Shirley is making sure Cedric doesn’t cross too many lines he might later regret, meaning that if Shirley would really cut lose, she would all but edge Cedric on to do something stupid, which would ruin the whole reason of her holding back so much. Meaning that, even tho she still has to hold back and put her focus on something else than the fight, it must feel so great for Shirley to FINALLY every once in a while have the chance for a real good fight. I mean, what did she even tho with all that energy? Annoying Cedric the whole day? XD
Totally not another jab at him, given how this is totally TOO MUCH in this current situation. Absolutly unnecessary. Cedric was just pissed off and had to show Kurt that his toy was bigger ^^’ Also, ruined Shirleys chance for a good fight XD (In all honesty, I never noticed the mess this fight was, simply because of Cedrics arrogance. No wonder that Shirley roasted him afterwards. He so deserved it.)
*achem* I leave that here for you to wonder about any possible double meaning behind those words... *lol*
This must be so frustrating for Cedric. He pulled out the big guns just for show (as he didn’t even use the red constellation and most of Class1 or their panzer soldats) and then wanted to prove that he doesn’t need any of that, just for getting his ass wiped by new class7 who shouldn’t be able to keep up with a Diving Knight as strong as TestaRossa (proving that he can’t handle that thing) and then being called out for it by Shirley, who of course uses the mocking nickname she gave him. I almost feel sorry for him. But just ALMOST XD Go ahead Shirley, give him hell! ;P
She is so cruel. Pointing out the obvious, making sure he feels even worse for the fact that he didn’t just say he was stronger he actually SHOULD be stronger and yet, he is failing. Infront of his class1 and the red constellation that is currently serving him, as well as his enemies and... dare I say it? A girl worth impressing that is OBVIOUSLY not impressed at all and is pointing that out without holding back anything ^^’ Once again, I almost pitty him.
You know, when I went into my first playthrough of that game I had seen Shirleys and Cedrics final scene with a fan translation and given Cedrics comments and thoughts towards Shirley deciding she introduces him to her father (one has to admit, that does lead one to question as what exactly she introduced him, but we get there latere) and that there is no way in hell they included that comment from Cedric just for fun, without the intention at hinting at something, I knew what to expects from those two when I first got to this scene... or so I thought XD I remember saying “Oh, this is so not a match made in heaven” back then. And I still believe even Aidios is surprised how that turned out *lol* But anyway, recently I wondered how I would have reacted walking into this game blindly, not knowing what to expect from whatever Shirley and Cedric have to do with each other. I definitely would have assumed that they do not work together on free will and do not exactly get along very well after this scene. It would have hit me like a rock to see what happens in the final Diving Knight battle and afterwards, that much is for sure XD But it is funny. This is my third run throught this game and just the way she said that slightly double-meaning comment says a lot about their relationship. (Not because of the fact that I jokingly wonder if there was a more sexual meaningt behind that sentence, but because of the way she words it. It wasn’t an “Oh, so that is how you go” - kind of surprised way. It was more like a “Here we go again” - kind of way. Like she is already used to hin being like it. Also the familiarity in which she speaks about him. Barely 2 months have passed since the grahl, but she already seems to know him much better then one would think, after such a short amount of time.) But you only notice that AFTER you get passed her calling him a pathetic XD
You know how I always mention with Rean and Lloyd how their voice changes when they speak to a certain someone? That works for them too, just that Cedrics voice actually gets really submissive, which is so darn amusing. Like how he is straining himself, even saying “please”, despite the fact that for once, he is in the right. This really is not the time or the place for that, but she gets away with it anway. And I stay with it that Cedric might be slightly (attracted to her XD) scared of her. He knows he is no match for her. Like, she is the one person aside from Osborne, that he knows he should not get into trouble with, despite his overblown ego. Its so amusing to hear his voice when he asked her to not call him “Princey Boy” XD This scene is quite fun these days.
Look at her face! Gotta love this borderline insane girl ♥
With class7 complete (Rean, Crown [Did I just really write that?] and Millium obviously aside), I think blowing out the Pantagruel is now a tad too much on our side ^^’ But I guess you fight overblown Egos with overblown Egos ^^’ After all, it is no coincidence that we have to face Cedric in the same scene we reunite with Musse... just saying.
You are aware that the actual insult game from your dear Ogre-Girlfriend, right? ^^’ Not that you would dare to do anything about her XD
Seriously XD
I am in a bit of a rush to get Rean back and finish this game, but playing new class 7 is always so damn tiresome for me ^^’ And the scene with Cedric and Shirley was exhausting in its own way as well. So I guess it is already time for a break once more.
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i miss 2019 too :( i really loved zachary back then he seemed like such a cool and hot and sweet and talented and humble guy what the fuck happened he literally ruined tangled shazam and chuck for me
i can still watch his stuff and enjoy it but i definitely lost most of my interest in his future projects, that's for sure. especially since he's seemed to turn to a lot of faith-based projects. (i mean, most of what he has in the works isn't faith-based but it says a lot that his first real major follow-up to shazam was a faith-based kurt warner biopic.) i saw the trailer for that unbreakable boy movie in theaters (which seems to be a piece of lost media since i never saw it hit the internet and then the film got pulled from the release schedule so it has no release date now) last year and it left a very sour taste in my mouth.
i think zach really needs to do a sitdown interview and address all of his controversies to clarify what his beliefs/intentions really are. 'cause, at least, he seems like someone willing to learn from his mistakes, unlike most other people who get "cancelled" on the internet. i do think that his whole pfizer thing is more anti-big pharma than anti-vax but like i said, he's really gotta clear that up. i only came to the conclusion based on what i've seen him post on instagram. (and even then, he's shared some questionable stuff. like, i wouldn't be surprised if his political views leaned more conservative than liberal.)
i'm still curious to see that harold and the purple crayon adaptation bc i kinda love family book-to-film adaptations and sony did a great job with lyle lyle crocodile, and i guess i'll watch the spy kids reboot bc it reunites him and dj, but otherwise, that's probably it for me with zach projects. unless, of course, by some miracle, we do get more shazam films. buuuut then that's it.
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fic or whatever concept: fushiguro is in love w the reader but they have a huge crush on yuuji and it’s just megumi suffering as the reader and yuuji get together and they’re actually really,,, happy??? and in love???
This is the shit I LIVE FOR -also I made a whole playlist for this idea-you can watch the vid here!
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Megumi x reader (not really?), Yuuji x reader
Songs to Listen to: Treat You Better (but the Kurt Hugo version, seriously, thank me later!)
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Maybe if he had tried harder, this wouldn’t have ended up like this. He just felt alone, empty, with nothing to show but a broken heart and head full of bitter dreams.
Did he fool himself? That maybe, some miraculous way, he would have won?
Megumi lay on his bed, worn sweatshirt making his skin crawl and his black sweats uncomfortable to wear, his toes curling from disgust.
Nothing could get his mind off of you, even months after you started dating Yuuji.
It almost got worse, now that you were off limits.
Funny how it works like that.
His brain seemed to just always want to think of you-the way your voice seemed to sparkle when you yell out his name, the way you look too damn cute when you’d walk out of your dorm room in the morning, hair messy and feet bare-
Fuck fuck fuck.
Megumi groaned, placing a hand on his forehead and smoothing his hair back in exasperation.
You weren’t his, and you’d never be his-he shouldn’t be thinking of you like this. You were dating his best friend after all-didn’t he have any shame?
Even though he was in so much heart ache, so much pain from the fact he couldn’t have you.....he couldn’t ever hate his friend from taking you away from him.
Yuuji was good to you, and painfully, he had to admit Yuuji was better than him in every way as a boyfriend.
Yuuji was sociable, able to strike up a conversation and make everyone feel like his best friend-Megumi wasn’t like that.
Yuuji wasn’t afraid of physical touch, constantly having a hand on your hip to keep you near him or swinging you around lovingly like he hadn’t seen you in years- he was terrified of physical touch.
Yuuji was strong, powerful, and able to protect you from the world- he couldn’t say the same for himself.
Megumi’s insecurities were infesting his body, gnawing at his bones, squirming through his muscles and into his skin, making his jaw clench and nails dig deep into his skin from disgust within himself.
Why hadn’t he at least fucking tried?
But he had been too placid, too worried of rejection, too worried of ruining your friendship-
But then again....he was just too selfless. He was willing to let everyone around him surpass him if it meant they would win, thrive, and live happy lives- even if it meant he had to suffer the consequence.
Megumi squeezed the white sheets around him, twisting them into tight spirals around his digits.
He let it happen again-he had succumbed to that fear.
Years worth of affection, years worth of admiration and dedication-washed away like it never happened., because of it And now he was dealing with the repercussion with phantoms of what could have been, with the jealousy, and a broken heart.
Megumi shifted in his bed, feeling his sweatshirt stick to his back, his hand reached out to grasp at the white beams of moonlight drifting into his room.
What would have happened if he had said no that day? Would anything have changed-if he had admitted that he did like you, that he had wanted to call you his?
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He remembers that day like it was yesterday, that feeling of dread filling in his stomach as if he knew something was about to change, the shift of energy making an icy chill run along his back.
Yuuji has been behind him, leaving training as they usually do with his hands in his pockets.
It was quiet, the hallways empty except for the two of them, the wooden floors making soft clicks as it reacted to their footsteps. It should have felt peaceful, a soft breeze fluttering in from the opened windows as the sun began to set outside. But that errie sensation was still boiling in Megumi’s gut, that gnawing feeling of dread making him unable to enjoy the peace.
“Hey man, I wanted to ask you something real quick,” Yuuji’s voice stopped Megumi in his tracks, his feet halting with an echo in the empty corridor.
Megumi turned around slowly, tentatively, almost too worried to face what was behind him.
Maybe at this time he knew what was about to happen, the feeling of dread settling.
“Sure,” he simply stated, shrugging nonchalantly as the golden sun set the room in a red hue.
“This might be a little personal,” Yuuji began, hands placed in the pockets of his sweatshirt still, “but I got a question about y/n.”
Yuuji looked at him, staring him down like two men in a duel. He was serious, more serious than Megumi had seen him in a long time.
“I know you guys are pretty close...”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Megumi stated, swallowing a ball of saliva down his dry throat.
“Well, I-“ Yuuji sighed, pink hair swaying as he looked down at the floor quickly, almost preparing himself for what he was about to say next.
“I-I wanted to ask them out.....out on a date....”
“- it okay with you?”
Megumi’s eyes widened in shock, the his whole body feeling as if hit by a ton of bricks from Yuuji’s words.
This was it-the worst case scenario, the worst thing he knew was happening but didn’t want to admit.
Megumi tried to recover quickly, his eyes slanting back down to unamused slits in a matter of seconds.
“Why are you asking me?” he questioned, trying to keep the growing panic inside him at bay,” It’s not like I dictate who she dates.”
“I think you know why.”
“I don’t.”
“Fushigoro-“
Megum sighed violently, eyes looking up at the ceiling as he tried to fight the growing pain in his heart.
“I don’t dictate your life-I don’t dictate them-and you don’t dictate mine. Do whatever the hell you want-“
“I won’t date them unless you say it’s okay for me to Fushigoro.”
Itadori’ voice had none of that boyish, playful tone to it. It was more mature than Megumi had even heard it-but something behind it was different.
It was almost like there was this desperateness to it- Yuuji needed him to say yes. Yuuji so badly wanted to call you his-just like him.
“You can say no-“ Itadori rushed on, eyes intense with anticipation, “-I won’t think less of you or hate you for it.”
Megumi watched as he shuffled uncomfortably, the knowledge that he just admitted his crush making him slightly sheepish as he scratched the back of his head.
“Hell, I know I would-” he said truthfully, “ I just don’t want to ruin our friendship by going behind your back.”
Fuck, Megumi wanted to fight for you. He wanted to so so badly.
Megumi had known you for longer, you two were close friends, he had a connection to you-didn’t he deserve to be yours after being so dedicated to only you?
Fushigoro was there for when you cried over your stresses, rubbing your back patiently as you let everything out of you, summoning his animals because he knew how much they made you happy.
He was there for your late night study sessions, the lighting hazy as the pouring rain pounded on the window, cleaning up your room of the papers and flashcards after he convinced you to go to sleep.
He trained with you when you worried you weren’t strong enough, always making sure to congratulate you in someway, fighting the redness in his cheeks after you had successfully completed a new move, your skin dangerously close to his.
God, he had waited for so long-why did the world have to fuck him over? Why did his best friend, out of all the people in the world he could form a crush on, like you like that?
But looking at Yuuji, he knew he wouldn’t win this war. Him and Yuuji were very similar in their passion and devotion, but the simple difference between them was Yuuji wasn’t afraid to be selfish.
Megumi was accustomed to backing down for everyone, sacrificing himself so the people he loved could succeed. It was an awful habit of his, maybe due to his insecurities, maybe just a routine he learned at this point, he would never know- but the fact was he knew that Yuuji would never stop fighting for you. Even if Megumi screamed at him, cursed at him, told him to fuck off and leave you alone-Yuuji wouldn’t ever stop loving you. Itadori would respect Megumi’s wishes, but he would still protect you, fight for you, and love you with everything in him.
And that much devotion coming from someone as charismatic and kind like that-what person wouldnt fall for that?
Megumi sighed, his heart breaking in two at the sudden realization hit him-he was too weak to be any threat to Yuuji.
”You’re not going behind my back.” He finally said, looking down at the floor as the self loathing boiled in his stomach.
“But you-“
“I don’t. Like them.” Megumi was seething, hating every fiber in his body for doing this to himself. Each word was choppy, the sentence laced with sternness and bitterness.
“-Do whatever the hell you want.”
Megumi needed to leave, and leave quick. He hadn’t felt this emotional in a long time, and he didn’t want Yuuji to start thinking that he was actually bothered by all of this.
He turned on his heel, ready to get out of there as quickly as possible-
“Hey Megumi- you really okay with this? This won’t change our friendship? I won’t do this unless youre okay-“
Yuuji took a step forward, hand reaching out to his friend as a peace offering, a sheepish smile on his lips.
Megumi turned, his chest tightening as he looked down at his hand, too tired to reach out for it and pretend like he didn’t hate his friend at this moment.
“They dont like me. They like you- I see it. You’ll make them happy, and that’s all I want for them.”
Yuuji smiled , seemingly content with his quiet friend’s answer.
“Thanks man,”
Megumi turned again, head hanging low as he quickly left the corridor, desperate to get out of there.
“Tell me thank you when they say yes.”
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
He groaned, letting the painful memories overtake him as he turned his back to the wall.
It just hurt-maybe he would get over all of this one day, but right now he couldnt.
As if on cue to deepen his torture, he heard a giggle from you across his room, the muffled noise of Yuuji’s voice making him cringe.
Thin ass walls-you were probably visiting Yuuji again for the night, staying up all night to watch movies.....
This was destroying him-but he couldnt ever blame you for it, because you were oblivious to his love for you. He had made sure you would never catch on- and now you would never know because he was too cowardly to ever say it.
God, what he’d do to have the roles switched though...with you breaking school rules to come visit him at night, to here that sweet laugh in his room, to feel your head cuddle into his chest, or see you slowly begin to wake up in the morning....
Megumi felt a pain in his chest at the wanting feeling that would never fully be satiated gnaw at his chest, his hands despertedly grabbing at his pillow and shoving it against his ear.
He didnt want to hear you, he didnt want to see you...at this moment he didnt want anything to do with you or Yuuji.
This hurt too much...
Fuck, he really screwed up.
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1983 pt3
Summary: Ten years later (y/n) is now earning her PhD at Oxford, when she is called home in a emergency involving another telepathic student, Jean Grey and the nightmares she’s been having.
Warnings: just following the movies plot right now.
A/N: I’ve had some bad luck recently and let’s just go with writing isn’t the most important thing on my mind. I’ll try to keep it weekly tho. @whyiswhatahow @willalaufeyson @flowersfrom197o @neenieweenie @laic2299
My father was alive. Probably being held against his will, but alive. “We have to find him.”
“I know that voice is Xavier. Where is he?” The military guy's voice says.
“We don’t know,” most of us shout back.
Peter, who seems a little lost, pipes up a few seconds short of everyone else. “Yeah, bro, we don’t know!”
I can hear an alarm from over the microphone before he shuts it off. He and the other men take off to investigate. I sit down on the ground and try to focus.
“Whatcha doing?”
“I’m trying to focus, so I can find my dad.”
“Oh yeah, yeah… but how are you going to do that, you're just an empath.”
“Mutants can unlock so much untapped power through the unconscious mind. I’ve barely scratched the surface, and I've unlocked so much already. Even with all that, I can still find him without it. He spoke to me during his message. He wanted me to come find him, so his mind was open to me. Like a back door, I just need to retrace his steps. If I can just focus,” I close my eyes and hope he takes the hint to leave me alone.
He didn’t. “Ok, you just let me know if I can help with that. I'm super good at focusing. I can focus on Pac-Man and play all day. Though I did have trouble focusing on school, so maybe I'm not as good at it…”
“Peter! Please just be quiet and leave me alone.” He shuts up and I take a deep breath. When I close my eyes and replay my father's message in my head, it’s like I can see him. He’s sitting on some rocks with Eric and some other mutants behind him. I try to look for landmarks or placements, but I don’t even know where I am. How can I figure out where he is?
“Uh (y/n)” I try to tune out Peter. “(Y/n).”
“Peter, please, I'm trying to focus.”
“No (y/n) I mean look out!” Opening my eyes, I see the bright red laser coming at me. I go to move out of the way, but someone’s grabs me and I feel a gush of wind. There’s a loud boom and some falling debris, but when I look around, I’m several feet away from where I had been sitting. Peter had grabbed me before I could run and was now crouched with me, using himself to shield from the debris.
I blink a few times to process, “thank you.”
His face turns all nervous and embarrassed and steps back and helps me up. He tries to play it with his usual charms. “Oh yeah, no big deal, just doing my running thing.” It just comes out dorky.
Jean and some other students stand at the blown away wall. “Come on, guys, we know a way out.” They rush down the hall and soon a blue mutant poofs beside us of smoke.
We stopped at a hangar with a small jet in it. “Hank, you think you can fly this thing?”
He laughed, “Yeah, it shouldn't be that hard.”
“Good because I know where the professor is.” Jean adds.
I smile at her and give her a pat on the shoulder. “When did you get to be so smart?”
“Not a little girl anymore (y/n)”
“I know, I know.”
“Hey everybody, look at this, flight suits.” The student with the glasses opened the locker doors to show us.
“Guess it’s time to suit up.”
My dad was all the way in Egypt. We, on the other hand, we’re in Canada. We were lucky that Hank could fly this thing, otherwise we may never get there in time for a commercial plane.
We hit a spot of turbulence and the jet began to rattle a bit. I could feel the students were getting tense.
“Were you scared? That day in D. C?” Jean asked Raven.
“No.” The others looked worried at that answer, but Raven had more to her pep talk. “But I was scared on my first mission. “I was on a plane like this with my friends. About your age. We called ourselves the X-men. Your brother Alex was there. He was a real handful”
I looked over at the student with the glasses, “Your Alex’s little brother?” He nodded. “He used to talk about you like you were the moon. Scott did this today or when I went home, I got to see Scott. He thought you were the greatest.” He seemed to be processing this.
“What happened to the other kids on that plane? The X-men?” Kurt asked.
Raven frowned, “Hank and I are the only ones left. I couldn’t save them. I told you I’m not a hero.”
“Well, you're a hero to us. Seeing you that day in DC changed my life.”
“Mine too,” added Scott.
“Mine too,” Peter said. I looked at him strangely. Finding that all hard to believe. He shrugged, “I mean, I still live in my mom's basement. I met my dream girl once, but I messed that up too. Too afraid of commitment, you know the usual stuff.” He huffed, “But yeah, everything else is… well, the exact same.” He smirked, “I’m a total loser.”
We all laughed at him, and suddenly no one was tense or nervous anymore. Leave it to Peter to lighten the mood.
I tapped him on the shoulder. “You really still live in your mom's basement?” I laughed,
“Oh yeah, but you’d love it. I got it all set up, I got the latest game console, a new Mrs Pac-Man machine. It’s totally updated.” He paused for a second and scratched his head. “If we get through this… maybe you would want to come and check it out?”
“You really meant that about meeting your dream girl?”
He laughed, “oh yeah she was super hot, you would have loved to meet her too.”
I slapped him lightly in the chest. “Oh shut it Maximoff. You just had to ruin the moment.” But I couldn’t help but laugh at him for it.
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Trope Grading game
Thank you @artsyunderstudy for the tag. This is fun.
Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?
-10 -> very dissuaded
0 - don’t care either way
+10 -> very enticed
nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged
Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.
Age gap: -10
Define age gap. I don't think I will actively look for it, regardless of age gap, but what kind of age gap does matter. Obviously, I am not fond of, for example, one of them being 16 and the other being 26, but one being 26 and the other 36? Sure. As I always say, it's not about the amount of years, but whether people are in a similar moment in life.
Codependency: +5
Okay, yeah, remember how fiction is all about exploring themes that would be a big no no in real life? This is one of them. I am such a sucker for fics that explore codependency, especially since it can be quite toxic or it can stem from, for example, of inadequacy which... give me ANGST.
Or also, what happens when people seem to be different in how much of themselves they want to give? Like, with Klaine, I am a big "Kurt needs to learn how to let people in and Blaine needs to learn to care for himself" truther.
Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +3
Kinda same thing as what I wrote above, but somehow I am less interested in it. I like to explore it if it stems from some internal conflict. As Ashton said, Simon's jealousy come from his own insecurities and I eat that shit up, but I would never think it's a cutesy thing.
Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +5
Yeah, sure. I like the idea that people compliment each other, but I also like the idea of having a lot in common. So I do like it, but I am not nuts about it.
Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +5
"I don't really care for enemies to lovers" I say, as I ship Snowbaz and Firstprince and Zimbits.
I mean, it depends on what constitutes as enemies. If "enemies to lovers" is just being used as a way to have two terrible people forcibly end up together, then no thanks. It needs to make sense. It needs to show how people and the relationships evolve.
Enemies with benefits.... meh. Not really? Feels kinda weird to group these two categories together, since they're wildly different and I am just not into this one. Mostly. Sure. I mean, I do flail over Restoration Ecology by @captain-aralias. I cannot shut the fuck up about that fic and Simon thinks of Baz as his enemy so you know.
Friends with benefits: -5
No thanks. Not opposed to it, but just not for me.
Sex to feelings: still figuring it out
Can I redirect you to this long ass reply that I wrote about how my entire feelings with smut is *cha cha real smooth* super weird at the moment and also the main reason I am not into friends/enemies with benefits but how I am slowly, like, accepting (it makes sense if you read the post) that I do like smut when there's feelings?
Fake dating/relationship: -5
Honestly, I never got this trope. I don't hate it. I don't think it's a bad thing, I just never liked it that much and I didn't get the appeal and it's been done.
Friends to lovers: +10
OH YEAH. I am a big "date your best friend" believer. I think friendship can be a great foundation for romantic love and my angst loving ass also likes the whole "but will this ruin it?" stuff, although that has been a bit overdone, but also, two cakes principle.
Found Family: +10
I AM SUCH A BITCH FOR FOUND FAMILY WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK I ALWAYS TRY TO GIVE MY CHARACTERS A GROUP OF FRIENDS IN FICS.
There are so many goddamn good fanfics with this trope BUT the first one that comes to mind is like a handprint on my heart by @alphacrone, like this fic wrecked me to no end (affectionate).
Hurt/Comfort: +10
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES
Love Triangle: -10
Fucking hate this. Sorry. I do. Well, not sorry, actually, because I think the media's obsession with love triangles is so fucking tiring anyway and I often find the dilemma to be widely stupid and not fun to read. This is why I am a big fan of shows like Sense8, The Legend of Korra, and Ted Lasso who ended their big love triangle stories in an unexpected way. More of that please, but then technically speaking it wouldn't be a love triangle.
Poly, open relationships: -5
Offline, in real life, I am not opposed to poly stuff, and in media I am all for more poly rep, but I am just one of those people who cannot multiship for life. So it depends on whether the ship/character in question is already poly, if that makes sense. I know I just said I like how Ted Lasso just fucking did nothing, but give me that good Roy/Jamie/Keeley shit, but for the love of God stay away from Klaine or Snowbaz with someone else.
Mistaken/hidden identity: 0
Hm, I wrote an entire fic about catfishing and how it's a messed up way to start a relationship since you don't really know the person in question. I think it can be interesting, and even comedic, but it really depends on how the fake identity came to be.
Monsterfucking: none
No thanks, but again, this has more to do with me not liking smut. Mostly. Again, I made a whole ass post about it. Idk, if you're just starting to figure out what you like, monsterfucking feels too daunting. Nope.
Pregnancy: none
No thanks. Mpreg is a big no for me and also just pregnancy in general is meh. Don't like it. Like many things on this list, I am not, like "morally opposed" to it, I just do not vibe with it at all.
Second Chance: +100000
BUT I DO FUCKING VIBE WITH THIS I AM SO FUCKING DOWN FOR THE REUNION FIC TROPE I ALWAYS SAY IT'S MY FAVOURITE. As much as I think it is a good thing for couples to work shit through as a couple, I am such a bitch for the idea of people finding themselves and growing as a person without the idea of being tied to someone AND then they fall in love with these improved versions of the other and also relearn to love the person they used to be. God yeah, I love this crap. Sign me up.
There are a lot of *chef's kiss* reunion fics in the world, but I need to give a shout out to the Woods verse by @flowerfan2, which I need to reread soon because I recently fell into the Into the Woods 2022 rabbit hole.
Slowburn: +7
I say I like it, but I am also impatient. But yeah, it is definitely something I would click on.
Soulmates: 0
Hm. Mixed bag, mostly since, like fake dating, it has become such a been there done that thing in my head. Oh, the world becomes colourful! Oh, you can write on your body and it shows up on the other's body. Oh, tattoos of your lover's first words! Oh, red string! (I keep saying I do want to write a soulmate fic where I fuck with these ideas, but idk how yet.)
So I don't actively click on it, but that being said, I love fics that throw what we know of soulmate fics out of the window or give their own spin to it. The Check, Please! fandom has some really good ones, especially with the angst potential of Jack "dying" in 2009. A really good one is i'll see you with your laughter lines, also written by @alphacrone. If you want a less angsty one, Those Tangled Olive Threads of Fate by @mcbangle is a hilarious way to fuck with the "red string" trope.
Anyway, thanks for reading. I am fucking tired now. I should sleep. And I am lazy because of it so I will tag everyone who wants to do it.
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Loki x Sylvie Post-Finale Fanfiction (Angst, Rated Teen) Part 1 of 2
SPOILER ALERT.
It's probably just the alcohol, but the beats of the music are starting to sound a little bit like a marching drum that's announcing war. She can feel herself dancing along to it, but her whole body is on alert, ready to switch to fight and flight any second.
"So, cool place huh?" The bloke in the leather jacket asks.
She tries to remember his name. Jeff something. Or maybe Jed. No, not Jed, she's thinking of Star Wars again. That's what happens when you binge watch a multiverse of movies in a single day.
Oh, yeah, that's right. She broke the multiverse.
Another shot of tequila, and she takes not-Jed's hand in hers. It doesn't feel right, at least not the way-
No.
She realises he asked her a question, but she can't remember what, and she just laughs, because that always works.
Encouraged, he leans in close and whispers into her ears. "How about we get out of here?"
"And go where, exactly?" She asks, but she's not sure he understands, not with how slurred the words come out.
She laughs again, and this time, it's bitter. This time, she's laughing at how this is so him, this getting drunk in the face of imminent danger and making a mess of things.
(But I'm not you.)
---
She's frozen in her place the second the glowing yellow door appears. But it's not for her, at least not this time.
She hasn't been on the run for a while. Doesn't need to be. Because even though she is the one who unleashed the chaos, it's the chaos that needs to be contained immediately. She's low on the list of priorities.
The TVA will come for her. But not right now.
---
It's extremely easy pretending to be a psychic. All she has to do is take her client's hands and enchant him, find a memory, describe it back to him.
Sometimes she does it just for fun, just to see the look of amazement on their faces.
Other times, she does it for the money she needs to survive.
"And I see a blonde woman. Very beautiful."
"That's my wife."
The way he smiles, loving and proud, makes her heart drop.
"What do you see in her future? Is she happy? Does she get the job at the magazine?"
There is definitely at least one timeline where she does get the job, but The Enchantress cannot exactly tell if it's this one. She can't actually see the future, after all.
She sees the colors drain from his face as her silence swallows the room. "She's going to be okay, right? I just want her to be okay."
(I just want you to be okay.)
There's that bitter laugh again, because-
No. She can't do this right now.
"She loves you very much", she whispers, to the man in front of her, and to the man who is not there to hear those words.
---
Mobius finds her in the middle of a concert by a Nirvana where Kurt Cobain never died. She can easily slip away, disappear into the screaming, writhing crowd if she wants.
Or she can just take him some place quiet and hear him out.
"Help us", Mobius pleads. He sounds exhausted, and not just physically. "We're outnumbered and outwitted. Our world is in danger."
"This isn't my world", she reminds him.
"Yet, you're here", he retorts.
Her smile is pained. "Where else will I go?"
He is sympathetic, like he always has been. And he offers her a new glorious purpose. "Come with me. We need you. He needs you."
She feels the air find its way out of her lungs the same way she pushed him out of her life- painfully, forcefully. "H-how is he?"
"He's okay... all things considered."
Now there's a cocktail of relief and disappointment that will give her months of sleepless nights.
"Tell him I'm-" she starts, but she doesn't know how to finish that sentence. What can she tell him? That she's sorry for not trusting him when she should have? That she's sorry for making the universes collide?
That she's sorry for betraying him and breaking his heart?
(How will I know you won't betray me at the end?)
"Nevermind."
---
It's been really hard facing the consequences of her actions, watching the timelines bleed into each other and destroy people's lives- families torn, achievements gone, every little anomaly delving into death and destruction. Every headline on the newspaper is her fault, and she has to live with that.
But that seems so easy compared to this moment where she has to face him.
The plan was to send him away, kill He Who Remains, give people their free will back, save the world, then come back to him. Yeah, he'd be mad at her at first, sure, but he'd forgive her eventually, she was confident.
Then the timelines started to branch the minute she stuck the dagger in that terrifying man's chest, and she knew she had screwed up.
She had sunk to the ground in defeat as the realisation of the repercussions hit her, and she did what she has always done- run.
She didn't even realise she had sent him to the wrong universe until she teleported herself into another universe as well. The journey back was long and lonely, but she dreamt of him in colors while the world was bleeding red, and that was enough to keep her going.
She doesn't really know what she'll do when she sees him again. Neither does she know what reaction she expects from him. Nothing he can say to her can be worse than what she thinks of herself.
A part of her hopes he would be overwhelmingly happy, he would come running to her, just like he did at The Void, greet her with the smile that has won a hundred hearts- including hers, and tell her everything will be alright. Another part of her fears that he would be furious, and he would confront her with accusations of unleashing havoc on all worlds- especially his.
What she never expected is this eerie calm that makes her feel like she is standing in the storm center.
His walls are up.
And it causes her to redirect the anger she feels at herself towards him. There's venom in her voice. "So you do get to rule, after all."
"I don't feel much like a king." He shrugs. "I'm more of a multiversal janitor. Mopping up multiversal messes."
"My messes."
"Our messes." He corrects, his features softening around the edges. "We made a mistake." He has been saying that ever since he found himself in the alternate TVA, and that hasn't changed even after getting back to his own version of the bureau. Always "we", never "she". He simply cannot bring himself to blame her without taking accountability for his part in the mess.
"Don't patronize me." Her hands are shaking, just like her voice, a sharp contrast to his steady silhouette, and can he just hold her, please? "I don't need you to take the fall for me."
His eyes go cold, like they were forged in the heart of Jotunheim. "Of course not", he says, fully composed. "You don't need me for anything. It's not like we're in this together."
(Maybe we can figure it out-together.)
---
She now knows her walls don't- can't- keep the hurt out- it just keeps her locked inside this cage of distrust and insecurities. And the price she has to pay for it is too high.
They could have been lying on a beach somewhere, sipping mimosas right now. Instead, they're here, in the vast, silent library of the TVA, sitting on separate tables, reading files on variants.
The only thing worse than bearing the weight of his gaze is having him stare at his files without looking in her direction even once. She can't take it anymore.
"I'm sorry." She suddenly blurts out.
He looks up, confused. "I'm sorry?"
"I'm sorry for what I did." She repeats. It's difficult to start an apology, but once she finds the strength to begin, the rest of it flows automatically. "I'm sorry I messed up everything. I'm sorry I broke the timelines. I'm sorry the world is in danger." She takes in a deep breath. "And I'm sorry I betrayed you."
His smile is the saddest kind. "A Loki betraying a Loki. That's the least surprising thing in the world. What's shocking is how I didn't see it coming. You really had me going with that kiss. Very nice distraction. Very Loki."
Free will comes with the fine-print of living with the consequences of your choices. And she has to live with hers every day. The tears finally spill out of her eyes. She hasn't let herself cry for a long, long time. But now she's breaking down worse than the multiverse. "I didn't do it to distract you. I did it to say goodbye."
He gets up, and she panics that he's leaving. Instead, he sits down in front of her, reaches for her hand, but changes his mind mid-way and lets them fall to his side. "You didn't have to say goodbye."
"It's all I've ever known." She feels like that scared little girl, far from home, running from minute men, with nobody to turn to but herself. "I told you, I don't have anyone."
"You had me."
That's the saddest part of it all, isn't it? Everything else in her life is the TVA's fault. She's torn from Asgard? Hasn't seen her parents in years? Can't remember her brother Thor? Spent her whole childhood running and hiding? All TVA.
But this? This is all her own doing. This is the one time she had something real, something worth holding onto, someone worth fighting against the world for. Instead, she questioned his intentions, didn't hold on, fought him and ruined everything.
"I didn't want to rule, Sylvie", he finally tells her. "I wanted you."
She has dreamed of this moment when he tells her how he feels. They have come so close to it so many times, the words dangling off the edge of his tongue but never quite finding their way out. She has always known- every word, every action pointed to it. But it was so hard to imagine someone could love her.
It's so hard to imagine someone can love her again. The past tense in his wording terrifies her worse than any danger ever could. "Is it too late to fix things?"
His smile doesn't reach his eyes. "We are fixing things. That's why we are here. Saving the universe."
"You know what I mean."
"I don't know how to trust you again, Sylvie." He tells her point blank- no deception, no lies, no Loki-ism. "And you never trusted me to begin with."
That's not entirely true. She trusts him more than she has trusted anyone. "I really thought I was doing the right thing."
"I know."
(Not to be dramatic, but yeah, we're saving the universe.)
---
The Avengers are much nicer than Loki described them, considering they don't kill her for what she has done, instead tell her about their own journeys towards redemption. Wanda tells her about the man she has loved and lost, and the pain she has caused to an entire town. Barnes talks about his past as a brainwashed assassin. Clint tells her the story of Natasha and how she took charge and changed her life.
Thor is the kindest of them all. He talks about how far Loki himself has come. He tells her stories of his version of Asgard, the nine realms, the glorious battles, the beauty of earth.
She still dreams of death, but sometimes she doesn't.
Sometimes, she hopes.
---
(To be continued)
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Hey, D. It's been a horrible few weeks, and I haven't read anything from you in so long. Do you have any funny Kurtbastian rolling around that you can post (no pressure)?
Hey, nonnie :) I'm sorry it's been horrible. Same for me. So this isn't the best I have to offer. But I hope it'll do until I get something else up <3
Under the Table
Summary: When Kurt bets his boyfriend that he can't drink him under the table, the outcome isn't exactly what he expects.
Read on AO3
"Mmmph... Kurt? Hurry up. I need to... gangway, Kurt!"
Kurt hops aside, clearing a path to the first stall for his lime-faced boyfriend. He stands guard in the open doorway, eyes glued to the mirror over the sink. He doesn't need to watch Sebastian drop to his knees and pay homage to the toilet. This bar is cleaner than most on the Lower East Side. Still, as with most public toilets, Kurt suspects much gonorrhea has been spread here. But the real tragedy?
Sebastian is ruining a gorgeous pair of Gucci jeans.
Hooooork!
Kurt stares sympathetically at his own reflection and sighs.
He looks incredible tonight. He really does. He went all out for this date (with the help of the Vogue in-house salon): highlights, a trim, a saltwater facial, a brand new shirt to go with the floral-print corduroys he borrowed from Elliott three years ago and conveniently forgot to return.
Sebastian looked incredible, too - in his tightest fitting pair of indigo jeans and the scarlet button-down Kurt had gotten him for Christmas. That was until roughly five minutes ago.
Pity.
Now, Kurt will have to burn that outfit the second they get home and soak Sebastian in ammonia to boot.
Hork! Hooork!
Kurt scrunches his nose, forehead creasing with disgust. Kurt had intended on getting Sebastian on his knees eventually, possibly even in a bathroom. But not like this.
Kurt needs to plan his sexual escapades better.
Hork! Hoooork!
He winces when Sebastian heaves harder, his whole body straining before relinquishing the remaining contents of his stomach into the bowl.
"You know, when I bet you you couldn't drink me under the table, I thought that at least we'd end in a tie."
Sebastian sniffles, then grotesquely spits. "S-sorry to disappoint you."
"A-ha. What about that b.s. you spewed back in high school about drinking Courvoisier like it was mother's milk?"
Sebastian snorts at Kurt's on-the-nose word selection. "Didn't I tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"I'm lactose intolerant. Hork!"
Kurt steps away from the stall, needing to put some distance between himself and his retching boyfriend before he gets struck with a wave of second-hand nausea. Kurt loves Sebastian. He's not going to leave him to suffer the slings and arrows of too many tequila shots alone. But it would be nice if there was something else in this tiny lavatory for him to focus on besides Sebastian turning his stomach inside-out.
A particularly wet splat starts Kurt inching towards the door. "Jesus Christmas."
"Wh--what was that?" Sebastian groans, his voice sounding painfully raw.
"I said there-there... " Kurt lies, distracted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulls it out, reads the message on the screen, then sighs with relief. "Thank God. That's your Uber. Come on. You can finish your projectile puking in the comfort of your own home."
The toilet flushes, accompanied by a loud creak as Sebastian latches onto the toilet paper dispenser for support. He falls back to one knee when it proves an unreliable assistant. "You called an Uber?"
"Yessir."
"But we drove here in your Navigator."
"Hence why I said your Uber," Kurt replies, helping Sebastian to his feet, several paper towels from a roll on the sink keeping their palms apart.
"You're leaving your SUV here?"
"No, no, no. I would never do that." Kurt holds Sebastian by the shoulders and leads him towards the door, careful to walk as far back as his arms will extend, in case Sebastian's stomach isn't empty yet. "I'm driving my baby home. I put my Navigator through so much in high school. I'm not putting it through this."
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T...film Tuesday 28 - Californian Post Apocalypses
Hi everyone, I continue to be in america!
In keeping with the tradition of like, three weeks ago, I want to spotlight the local movie industry of Los Ange- hold on, getting a call - hollywhat? - goddamn that’s a lotta fucking movies
Well, whatever, we can still do ths! We’re not gonna do a full month of californian movies - we might do actual tokusatsu next week, you never know~ - but just for this morning (time zones!!!!!) we’re going to take some movies that aren’t just made but also set in California. Also they’re gonna be old goofy scifi movies because it’s sort of like tokusatsu if you squint. Between them I’m sure we’ll get a very clear picture of what things are like in California...
Anyway, because we need to go to the doctors today, I’m going to have to split tonight’s movies into two parts. To begin with, probably the best known movie on our list is Escape from LA, directed John Carpenter, who seems to have made a life project of direction stupid action scifi-horror movies, from the well-regarded like The Thing to the... less well-regarded, like Ghosts of Mars (which Mogs showed me a few weeks ago on halloween sdfdsf).
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Escape from LA (1996) is a sequel to Carpenter’s previous Escape From New York (1981), featuring Kurt Russell as mercenary ‘Snake Plisken’, who is apparently the inspiration for Solid Snake?? It features a complicated scifi premise in which the fascist theocratic government of america (no, even more so than the real one) sends Snake into the now-disconnected-by-earthquake island of LA, where he must rescue the president’s daughter, who has been seduced by a member of the Shining Path who has access to an american superweapon and plans to use it to stage some kind of thirdworldist invasion - ngl I was not expecting gonzaloism rep in one of these movies. anyway Snake has to fight his way through LA. there’s a trans girl in it. it was disliked by people who found it too campy, which makes me wonder what they’re even watching movies for.
Later on, after our return, we have two more movies!
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Surf Nazis Must Die is an extremely schlocky b-movie by Troma Entertainment in which, after a major earthquake in LA leads to the rise of a gang of neo-nazis - hold on, didn’t we just do this one?
Yeah so this time around the fascists are surfers, and Gail Neely is a Black mum - sorry, we’re in America, mom - who has to make good on that title all after they kill her son. It was hated by just about every movie critic who saw it except one Jennie Kermode, who wrote:
About as shallow as its title suggests, Surf Nazis Must Die nevertheless has a surreal edge to it which raises it above most of its peers. The thugs may be pretty dull for the moist part, but their leader, Adolf, is stylishly unpleasant. It's never quite clear whether or not he thinks he actually is Hitler; there's a hint of real madness underlining his bravado. But when he and his gang kill one of their rivals, Adolf meets his match in a gun-toting mama determined to get revenge.
Though it doesn't have nearly enough plot for its running time and it drags badly in places, this is a film with some inspired moments, seemingly the product of real lunacy rather than a calculated attempt to shock.
Thanks to her, it gets 20% on Rotten Tomatoes instead of 0. So I can’t say we’re going to have any conventionally impressive effects or anything but Mogs is very enthusiastic and that’s reason enough lol.
Finally we have Cherry 2000 (1987), in which a guy searches the desert for a replacement to his broken sexbot. He’s obviously going to get with the human girl he’s travelling with instead, but in the meantime they have to shoot like 400 things with bazookas, if the trailer is any guide:
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This one came up when I asked mogs for ideas for movies tonight; turns out it’s actually set in Nevada, but whatever, that’s close enough. amusingly the combination of elements ‘ruins of Vegas’ and ‘sexbot’ feature prominently in Villeneuve’s Blade Runner sequel - in this instance I imagine they didn’t really have the budget to make good on the rich vein of Fucked Up Imagery associated with the concept of sexbots (leave it to gurochan ig? sdfsf) but I hear it’s Fun, and i’m going to see Vegas sometime during this trip so it will surely be amusing to have seen an 80s vision of ruined Vegas beforehand.
Anyway the first movie is gonna start Right Now bc we don’t have a lot of time, and then I’ll let you know when we’re back for movies 2 and 3!
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