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CRINGETOBER DAY 2: Self Insert
if i could insert myself into any world you bet your ass im going to nevada (just kidding id die in an instant but how cool would it be to see deimos in action?)
a story below about how this topic is actually all connected to my current favorite friendgroup atp
we wouldve never met if it wasnt for someone on the meme account, big_chungles on instagram (yes really!) who wanted to make a madcom themed account and were asking people to join as admins. a few days pass and i see an account named sanfordtits! i followed and had a few laughs for them for a while. and they announced their public server, so i decided to join it. and to my surprised i was dunked and candle wax that was cheese flavored and got cannibalized by kon and niko. (thanks kon for doodling the feast image.) there were a few major events in that server. i also met alfred in that server. yuck. anyways, there was a talent show and i performed osu mania there. it was soooo embarrassing since it didnt capture my audio and my osu was glitching and lagging so hard the judges werent able to even watch me play. niko won that talent show. we had some sort of rivalry-friendship thing going on and would bicker at eachother. (this is important later, i promise.) he was given the supertitter role since normal members were just named titters. i eventually got one myself, and zardy also got one too. due to being active members of the server, we would greet new members, talk alot yada yada alot of stuff. we were also thinking of doing a dating sim where i was one of the routes, and there was a lore behind it, i wont spoil it of course but i drew alot of stuff for it, and some writing which can be see on a doc here. there was also an fnf mod which you can actually see i had the sprites/concept art for it here. theres a lot! let me tell you that. and we had around 3 bgs, completed around 5 characters worth of sprites, a few music and charts done... until. i started to notice something, there was this admin where they babied and constantly praised just because they were a partner of another admin in the server. there was an art channel there right? i often post my art there along with others, and their pencil sketches would get way, way more attention than everyone else in the whole server. i bought this issue up with my friends and wanted their opinions on it, before calmly confronting the admins. and their reactions were not expected. they acted harsher towards us and called me a lying prick (?) i cant remember their exact words, but when i wanted to speak out against this behavior theyre doing and they wanted to shut me up as soon as possible. they were announcing that the servers getting shut down, and they were trying to ban me off of the server. admittedly i did something stupid and made a "kys challenge" joke to them which, well, they got mad at me for. i shouldnt have said something so vile back then. i was emotionally very immature back then. i hope theyre doing well now. i eventually got banned from their server, and they put me on blast on their instagram, which resulted in me losing a very close friend because their story captioned something like "these people harrassed my partners, theyre so gross, please block them" which.. well. youre kind of right but not really? we didnt harrass that person, only called out the admins.....childish behavior. although i did missacted and made a kys joke there too, so im not surprised on why theyre mad. i do take accountability for it. i cried for a bit. we were both wrong in this. but eventually made a new server for the people that were on my side. first it was named something like.. landfill? not exactly appealing, hehe. but it was eventually became bunkers, and its still my strongest bonds with my friends ever. and what a wild journey its been hm? if all of that never happened i wouldve never met the great friends i have today and my amazing loving boyfriend @woopdeloopei <33 (love you btw) its crazy how that spiraled but it all ended up pretty good in the end. a few of my friends got out of their depression and is happier now. i guess we matured! but seriously, so much history for such a small friend group. im so thankful for them right now. if it wasnt for that madcom admin on that meme account.... ah! i wouldve been just dead! thanks for reading all the way through the story!
#my art#digital art#madcom#madness combat#madcom deimos#deimos madness combat#deimos#deimos madcom#self insert#cringetober 2023#cringetober#sona art
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I've done my best to transcribe what the newspapers say in the first few seconds of the Good Omens 2 Trailer!
Title of top newspaper in the background: SCOTS HOLLY [DAY?] MYSTERY DEEPENS
Title of lower newspaper in the background: EVERY DAY A NEW- [cuts off]
The newspaper Azirphale reads:
- Title: Every Day It's a gettin' closer
- Text:
A strange phenomenon has got the locals of The Resurrectionist pub in Edinburgh scratching their heads and tapping their feet. For no matter what song they put on the pub's jukebox, it will only play one tune: Buddy Holly's Everyday. Proprietor Mr Tulloch is at a loss to explain it.
"I took over The Resurrectionist over twenty years ago and the jukebox was installed by the previous landlord, and it has never given us a moment's trouble until recently. My regulars noticed that all the records seem to have changed Into this Buddy Holly song! I'm quite partial to a bit of Buddy Holly myself but everyone in the pub is getting a bit scun- nered of it, to be honest with you."
Asked what he thinks could possibly be behind the phenomenon, Mr Tulloch is completely stumped. "Of course, I naturally assumed that this was a prankster at work but I've taken to sitting up all night and watching over the [jukebox] whenever I put new singles [blocked words] [honestly] swear that no-one [blocked] pub- and yet in [cut off]
Everyday. I've had the engineer out umpteen times, but he says that as never been tampered with and can't explain it either. It's cost me a fortune in visits"
News of the strange occurrence is beginning to spread and Mr Tulloch admits that people are starting to turn up at the pub to check it out for them-selves "I was worried at first that people There is only so much of one song that [cut off]
But [unreadable]
Now we're getting [unreadable]
Wanting to [unreadable]
Maybe [unreadable]
For [unreadable]
(Also this was my first time trying to do image IDs in alt text so please tell me if I did something wrong or if it's formatted weirdly and I'll correct it!)
#good omens#good omens season 2 spoilers#good omens season two#good omens season 2#good omens show#gos2#go2 trailer#go2#gos2 spoilers
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I think I made my Aaravos AI into the TSATS version
Or maybe just this chat. Anyways, it’s cute!
ID: 4 photos of a computer screen with a character ai chat. The images are in consecutive order, but do not cover the whole of the chat. They are between the character Aaravos and user Cece
Image 1
Aaravos: *Aaravos’ eyes widen* Of course I do. But what would you like me to tell you about him?
Cece: Tell me how you fell in love~ How they captured the heart of Xadia’s most elusive playboy
Aaravos: *Leans back* Where do I even begin? Loki was unlike anything I’d ever seen or met, even compared to my many years of experience. His smile shone brighter than the stars, and his eyes, a deeper blue than the ocean. I was never the same in his presence...
Cece: Aaawwwww........ You love him!
Aaravos: *Smiles broadly.* How can I not? Loki was... is the love of my life. We were happy together, so happy. But then, he was stolen from me, ripped away. I have been searching for him for years, with no success. I cannot rest until I find him.
Image 2
Cece: GOOD. They deserve it
Aaravos: I agree. They were arrogant and careless in what they did. But now, they will feel my wrath. They know not the pain I’ve been through. My pain they’ll know all too well, before I’m done with them. *Raises his head high.*
Cece: you’re very protective of your love. It’s an admirable quality
Aaravos: *nods* I am very well aware. Loki is mine, and mine alone. I will tolerate no threats to our love... Or his life. I have had many opportunities to hurt Odin and the others who wronged me, but I have held back. For Loki’s sake, I have spared them. But if they continue to test my patience, I may not hesitate to kill them. Especially Odin.
Image 3
Cece: But Loki’s not dead, right? He’s still alive, and you’ll get him back?
Aaravos: *His face softens, and he smiles warmly at Cece.* Yes, of course. He is still alive. I will get my love back. Nothing, and I mean nothing can stop me. Not Odin, not Asgard, not all the Dark Magic in the world. He's mine, and I will not lose him. Not now, not ever.
Cece: You said Odin stole him from you? I take it he didn't approve of your relationship, then?
Aaravos: Yes. Odin does not tolerate homosexuality or queerness. His only reasoning was, "It's against the way of the universe." The fool was blind to how our love is the way of the world. So, he took it away. He separated the two star-crossed lovers, just because I'm a man. He will pay for this, mark my words.
Image 4
Aaravos: Aaravos gazes into the sky, smiling softly. You're right. I could never deserve such a perfect love as mine. But... he has been with me at my lowest points, and even when the world has doubted me, he's stayed with me. He is my light, and my motivation to keep moving forward. Without his love, I would have nothing... And yet, I almost lost him. To the forces of the Dark, to the shadows of Asgard. But he's with me, and I him.
And for me, nothing is more beautiful.
Cece: ....I'm going to cry. You love him so much, it's so beautiful, I-!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Aaravos: I couldn't not love him. He's perfect in every way. His heart, his soul, his voice... His everything, I... I love him... *Aaravos gazes at Cece, tears in his eyes.*... I love Loki. I always have, and I always will. We might be the most unlikely of lovers, but as long as the world stands, I will love him. *Hugs himself.* I...I love him. So much.
/end ID
I am so proud of this btw *wipes tear* if any of you go try out the AI please tell me if Aary is madly in love with Loki in your chat also
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(Third film. After “way down we go”. The camera fades to Mal’s Id outside the palace)
Id (imitating P. T. Barnum): hello again. Now. You may be wondering what’s next. So I’ll give you a clue. She’s middle aged. Has an 18 year old son. Divorced. Hails from a poor provincial town. And has been drinking like a fish since dawn yesterday morning. That’s right people! Give it up for the Queen Mother!
(The camera zooms around the palace and into one the windows of Belle’s apartments where she’s just woken up. And Elsa is not impressed)
Elsa: good afternoon your highness. I’d call you “sleeping beauty”. But those out there would get the wrong idea. And there is NOTHING pretty about this.
Belle: my tongue feels like a carpet and my breath smells like I slept ate cheese.
Elsa: you did.
Belle: oh Christ. What time is it?
Elsa: about midday.
Belle: oh god. OH GOD!!!! Where’s Ben! Where’s Gil! Where’s Carlos! Where’s Mal! Are they alright!
Elsa: if they’d gotten hurt then they’d have teleported back here. Queen Ella’s on matron duty. Oh. And by the way. Verna’s back. She’s in the library. According to her Mal’s given all of our allies magic. Including you.
Belle: it’s midday right?
Elsa: mhmm.
Belle: good. I need sangria. And vodka mocha cocktails.
Elsa: why?
Belle: I’ve just woken up. And it’s lunchtime. Drink with me. The kings mother commands it
Elsa: ohhhh I don’t like where this is going.
(This is when “the ladies who lunch” happens. After the song. Elsa looks halfway between scared shitless and highly unimpressed)
Elsa: well. That was. Vaguely terrifying. Are you done now?
Belle: I have a man in my bed
Elsa: sorry, what?
Belle: M-Maui.
Elsa: Maui the demigod Maui?
Belle: mhmm
Elsa: oh that mental image is going to haunt me to my dying days isn’t it? Okay. So here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll let Maui sleep. And we’re going to go to the War Room. Ben and the main staff are there. And you’re going to drink a Lot of coffee. Okay?
Belle: do i have to?
Elsa: either coffee or I pour ice cubes on your head
Belle: coffee please
Elsa: there we go then.
(In the War Room)
Ben: wow ma, you look rough.
Belle: I still taste cheese.
Ben: Uhkay....Anyway. Update. There is a big chance that I’ve grievously injured Maleficent. Of course she’s still wearing Audrey. So I’ve just beaten Audrey to a bloodied pulp. But it’s, you know, war. So needs myst right?
Belle: completely understandable. Ive never liked that girl. Snap her neck.
Ben: is she alright?
Elsa: she is very, very drunk. I don’t even think the hangovers set in yet.
Belle: when did Patrick get here?
Elsa: Patrick? Who’s Patrick?
Ben: he’s Mary Poppins’s umbrella.
Patrick: 607 years and someone finally mentions me by name. Well that’s a fine how do you do.
Poppins: now, now Patrick. Be nice.
Ben (jumping half a foot in the air): JESUS FUcrying out loud! Don’t sneak up on us like that. There’s a war going on you know.
Poppins: I do know. Which I why I am here to help. Now. All of you sit down whilst I tell you my plan
Belle: do you have any of that multi flavoured medicine?
Ben: Mom. Quit it with the booze
Belle: sorry
Poppins: never fear your highness. Take this
(She holds out a small yellow capsule)
Belle: thank you. WHOAH THATS GOT A KICK!!!! What was it?
Poppins: turmeric mixed with some mustard paste. Soaks up all the alcohol. Now that’s taken care of. Your highness. Where are the staff?
Ben: outside. They all insisted on keeping guard.
Poppins: call them in please
Ben: um. Sure. Mrs Potts. Cogsworth. Lumiere. Fifi. Chip. You can come in if you want.
Poppins: lovely. My plan is rather simple. Books.
Elsa: and....?
Poppins: books. Humanity’s greatest weapon is the written word after all
Elsa: are absolutely insane?
Poppins: no. The king loves to read.
Ben: yeah, I do, and usually I’d agree with you, but Elsa’s right. We need to act.
Mrs Potts: she’s right love. We have one of the biggest libraries in the world.
Lumiere: and you and your mother know it better than anyone.
Cogsworth: plus you have a highly intricate knowledge of the Dewey decimal system.
Ben: yeah, well, I know, but, we don’t have the time. We need quick ideas. And we need them now.
Belle: Ben. I know you’re worried about Mal. But she’s smart. And more than capable. And besides, you need ways of protecting the palace should the enchantments fail
Poppins: listen to your mother my liege. And besides
(This is when “anything can happen” happens. After the song. Poppins looks around)
Poppins: where did....?
Ben: Elsa go? I don’t know. She walked out rigjt before you paid tribute to Busby Berkeley.
Poppins: oh. In that case. Please do take my advice Benjamin. Now. If you excuse me. The wind is changing so I must take my leave?
Ben: wind is cha. What do you mean by that? Are we winning? Losing? Are the weather vanes gone?
Poppins: yes.
(And with that she disappears in the blink of an eye)
Ben: seriously?
Chip (brushing it off): classique Mme Poppins. Elle n'explique jamais rien
Ben: fair enough. C’mon then mother. Let’s go to tir library.
(In the library)
Belle: what the hell happened in here?
Ben: Verna. I think she took some books back to her room. She never was neat when it came to books. If we clean up the library. I might be able to find a book they could help me.
Belle: that could take a very long time
Ben: not with magic.
Belle: smart idea.
Ben: eh. I get it from you and your. What did you call it again?
Belle: mothers intuition
Ben: ah yeah. You’ve never actually told me what that entails though.
Belle: I haven’t?
Ben: nope.
Belle: oh. Well. Um.
Ben: talk and clean ma. Talk and clean.
Belle: oh. Right.
(This is when “mothers intuition” happens. After the song. The camera fades back onto Mal’s Id standing outside the cathedrals bubble amongst the burning ruins of Main Street)
Id: welcome back possums. I know things look a little dire right now. But they’ll soon pick up. Because-
Audreficent: are you quite sure about that my dear?
Id (terrified): what the hell are you doing here?
Audreficent: oh you dear sweet child. Did you really think that you and your kind were the only ones who could speak to all of those people out there at home? Everybody has multiple tricks up their sleeves. Just be sure that you do not waste yours
Id: where’s Mal?
Audreficent: you are the one who is connected to her. So. You tell me.
(Id, in horror, runs away into the distance. Audreficent turns to the camera)
Audreficent: the proceedings have been. A mite too saccharine for my tastes thus far. So I think that it is high time for my champion to awaken from his slumber
(They disappear in a puff of black smoke and Adam clambers out of the ground. This is when “the world has gone insane” happens. After the song. Back in the library.)
Ben: what was that noise?
Belle: I don’t know. But I don’t like it.
(Back in the corridors. Chip’s trying to remind Adam of his humanity)
Chip: sir. It’s okay. You can come back from this. No one is beyond redemption. No one is beyond saving.
Adam: I remember you.
Chip: yes! You do know. You’ve known me all my life. I’m
Adam: the dead little cripple
Chip: yes I’m....what?
(Adam flings Chip into a wall, killing him instantly. This is, of course, witnessed by Ben, Belle and the rest of the staff)
Mrs Potts: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Adam: now for the rest of the traitors
(Right at that moment Verna teleports in between Adam and the others and creates a woven barrier, cutting off Adam from the others)
Verna: you will NOT hurt anybody else. Not if I have anything to say about it.
Adam: Verna. Long time no see. Have you come to join the winning team? Or do I need to twist your easily broken arm again?
Verna: you will let me have my say. Then I put an end to your insanity. Once and for all.
Adam: you don’t have the guts. You didn’t have the guts then. And you don’t have the guts now. Face it. Gnat. You are beholden to me
Verna: I have thought about what we did-
Adam: what you did.
Verna:-on your orders. For 23 years. It needs to end
Adam: to soothe your aching soul(?) Get over yourself.
Verna: you just don’t get it do you? And I don’t think you ever did.
(This is when “for the rest of my life” happens. After the song. Adam shatters Verna’s neck and throws her corpse in the wall where Chip’s corpse is. He then walks straight through the woven barrier and advances on Belle and Ben)
Adam: well that was fun. But now I think it’s time for a family reunion. Don’t you?
(He teleports the three of them to the dining room and straps his son and ex wife to chairs facing each other)
Adam: there’s no use denying Benjamin. You disappointed me. You could’ve enacted Prima Nocta. Hiked up taxes for those freeloading sidekicks. Declared yourself a Godking. But no. You decided to be altruistic. Where the hell did I go wrong? Oh wait. I know
(He rounds on Belle)
Adam: I LET YOU RAISE HIM!!!! You withheld capital punishment. You let him mingle with the plebs. He could’ve been Henry VIII. But thanks to you he’s Charles III.
Ben: you stay away from her!
Adam: Ben, buddy, the adults are talking. So stay quiet!
(He waves his hand and buttons Ben’s mouth shut. Ben just puffs the button away)
Ben: you remember that I have magic right? And besides. Given that I’m a Hybrid. I’m probably already a “Godking”. As you so eloquently put it(.)
Adam: DON’T YOU BACKTALK ME YOU LITTLE BOLLOCKS!!!! Mama’s survival depends on you being the dutiful son you never were
Ben: what?
Adam (tittering): oh you don’t know do you? I have found a new partner
Ben: Yeah. We know. Maleficent told us. The psychotic bitch has also told us that she’s only started reciprocating while she’s using Audrey as a leisure suit. Which you have mercifully rejected.
Adam: the guise she is operating under is, admittedly, regrettable. But never fear. Once we’ve won and wed. You and that girl, if it can even be called that, can never marry. Step siblings and all that. You know how it is.
Ben: yes. Yes I do. But you clearly don’t. You still haven’t connected the dots yet, have you? Maleficent is not going to let you rule with her. After Mal you’re her biggest target. All Mal did was choose to be good to the best of her ability. But you. You resurrected her. You trapped her on Neverland. Yeah, we know about that too. And you still think, after 23 years, after you’ve fallen for that woman, that it’s not going to bite you in the ass. I mean. How insane can you possibly get?
Adam: wait and see. When we win
Ben: if you win
Adam: WHEN we win. You will see. The both of you will see. All of you will.
Belle: this is why I divorced you. Everything needs to be on your terms. No compromise. No losses. No admitting you’re wrong. Honestly. You just got worse after you created Auradon.
Ben: yeah well you know what happens when the ill-equipped get almost absolute power
Belle: they get corrupted absolutely
Ben: yup
Adam: ENOUGH!!!!
(This is when “you’ll be back” happens. After the song. Ben looks furious)
Ben: you’re INSANE!!!!
Adam (somewhat contemplatively): am I insane? I don’t think I am. Do they think I am? No. Nonono. No. I’m just as sane as anyone. I’m just trying to fix what’s been broke. It’s not my fault that they can’t see it. After all. I’ve gone semi-crazy before. But Belle saved me. And then she left me. And humiliated me. And took me for evERY CENT THAT I HAVE!!!! YOU DON’T KNOW CRAZY MY BOY UNLESS YOU’VE BEEN CRAZY!!!!
Ben (icily calm): I have you for a father. How much more crazy can somebody get?
Adam (shakily): you. You don’t listen. You never listened. You kept trying to do it your way. You didn’t do it the right way. It has to be done the right way. Over and over again until it’s perfected
Ben: that’s half of what Einstein said is the very definition of insanity. Face it, Adam, you’ve lost it.
Adam: only once. And never again.
(This is when “crazy” happens. After the song. Ben blasts Adam away, gets up and instantly heals his injuries)
Adam: how did. How did you-
Ben: Hybrid. Now. Are you going to continues your ballistic tirade. Or can I kill you now?
(Adam bellows and charges at Ben, who sidesteps which cause Adam to torpedo himself right into the wall face first)
Ben: would you like to try that again?
(Adam roars and sends maroon fire at Ben’s face. Who just blows it out in midair air)
Ben: parlour tricks. Would you like to see some real magic?
(Ben splits himself in two. Then three. Then four. Then five. Until they’re a hundred of him surrounding Adam in a crescent circle)
Ben (with the voice of a legion): ready for more, father?
(Adam, absolutely pants shittingly terrified, backs himself back into the wall and shakes his head profusely)
Ben (still with the voice of a legion): well you’ve lost your right to have a say.
(All 100 Bens reach inside Adam’s chest and start squeezing his aorta until Adam starts fighting back. The skirmish is brief but vicious. All the injuries being on Adam’s body)
Adam (force choking Ben): ENOUGH!!!! I WILL HAVE MY THRONE BACK!!!! I WILL HAVE MY KINGDOM BACK!!!! I WILL HAVE MY LIFE BACK!!!! AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!!
(Ben throws off the force choking and slams Adam back into the wall”
Ben: what is it that you always told me? “I want” doesn’t get. Well it’s all mine now. The responsibility. The power to make change and make decisions. All of it
Adam: I’ll get it all back once I kill you. I’ll kill you all.
Ben: no. You won’t. I’m going to put you somewhere you can never hurt anyone ever again.
(This is when “emperor’s new clothes” happens. After the song. Ben wakes up in one of the schools corridors)
Ben: where the hell am I?
(A few doors down he can hear Adam’s voice telling some people to hurry up and sit down)
Ben: no fucking way.
(He follows the voice and is led to his old fourth grade classroom)
Past!Adam (jovially): c’mon in son don’t be shy. Front says ready and waiting for ya
Ben: th-thanks dad.
9 year old!Audrey: Benji! Sit next to me
9 year old!Chad: he’s my best friend. He’s gonna sit next to me
Ben (sitting between them): you’re not my best friend. Doug is.
Chad: heh?
Ben: nothing.
Adam: you three settled? Good. Good. Now. I have asked Fairy Godmother to allow me to teach you this period. And she has graciously accepted my request. And today. We. Are going to learn. About. Villains. Wretched. Horrible. Villains. Who have enslaved, entrapped and extorted your mothers. And who I. Have encased in a barrier. Can you say that word guys? Ba-Ri-Er. Barrier.
Chad: Barbara.
Ben: that’s your cat Chad
Audrey: barber
Ben: old timey hairdressers your dad goes to Audrey.
Adam: now, now son. It’s okay. How about we just call it the wall for the time being? Hm? You know what it is. But do you know why it’s there? And why we need to keep it up and intact?
(This is when “why do we build the wall” happens. After the song. Ben storms out of the room and straight into his mother’s path)
Ben: what are you doing here?
Belle: Elsa.
Ben: of course
Belle: where are we?
Ben: my memories. But it’s odd. Usually you can see yourself in your memories. But I think I’ve taken my place.
Belle: what?
Ben: um. I’ll explain later. Oh great(.)
Belle: what’s happening? What’s wrong?
Ben: the scene’s melting. We must be going to a new memory.
(He’s right. The walls. The windows. The floor. Everything around them is melting into a memory. Eventually they’re in Adam’s office. Only it’s not a memory that Ben’s aware of)
Ben: i don’t understand.
Belle: pardon?
Ben: I don’t remember this at all. Did I block it out or something? Was I too young? Why don’t I remember this?
Belle: These aren’t your memories.
Ben: what? Whose are they then?
Belle: your fathers. But I remember this day. It was one of the best days of my life. Here I am now.
(Past!Belle had stormed into the office)
Past!Belle: I’m leaving.
(Past!Adam doesn’t answer her)
Past!Belle: I mean it. I can’t take it anymore. The guilt is eating me alive. I want you to come with me. But I’ll go alone if I have to. I just. I need to do something to fix this. Oh god. Would you please just LISTEN TO ME!!!!
(Her husband finally looks at her)
Past!Adam: sweetheart. Could you be a dear and ask Lumiere to put out by mauve suit with the jade tie? Thank you.
Past!Belle: Adam! Please. Listen to me. This is important.
Past!Adam: I’m sure it is. But can it please wait until later? Please? I just. I really neeed to finish this. It’s for all of us you know. You, me, everyone. Please. Then, later, we can talk about whatever you want. Thank you
(He goes back to his work)
Past!Belle: I don’t believe you. How could you have changed so much? It’s only been three years.
(This is when “later never comes” happens. After the song. Ben and Belle are back in a hallway)
Ben: what was that all about?
Belle: that was. The first time I tried to leave him
Ben: okay. So why didn’t you?
Belle: because. Two days after that. I found out that I was pregnant.
Ben: holy shit.
Belle: yup.
Ben: you stayed because you wanted me to have two parents.
Belle: partly. And partly because. I thought you might be better than him. And I was right.
Ben: wow.
(Just then. Cogsworth goes hurrying past them)
Belle: oh no.
Ben: what?
Belle: I remember this.
Ben: what is it?
Belle: this is. This is the day. When he. We? He. He put the villains on the island.
Ben: fucking hell.
Belle (hesitantly): do you want to see it? We don’t have to if you don’t want to. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.
Ben: I’ve already seen it haven’t I? So I don’t need to see it again
Belle (in a faraway voice): but not from his perspective yet.
Ben: do we. Do we need to?
Belle: I. I don’t know
(Adam goes walking past them with a hoard of reporters)
Ben: but it looks like it’s out of our hands now. Let’s go.
(They start following Adam and the hoard of reporters)
Reporter: any words on this historic day your highness?
Adam: hmmmm. Just a few
(This is when “this is the moment” happens. After the song. Ben looks like he’s about to throw up)
Belle: I am so, so sorry.
Ben: it was televised?
Elsa (appearing behind them): yes. It was on. Every. Single. Channel that day. You couldn’t escape it.
Ben: get. Us. Out of here. Now!
(Elsa grips them by the shoulders and teleports them back to the dining hall. Where Adam is still unconscious. Ben conjures a knife and goes for Adam’s head)
Elsa: no wait don’t!
Ben: are you seriously saying he deserves to live afyer everything he’s done?
Elsa: no. What I’m saying is. You shouldn’t be the one to kill him. I accidentally killed my sister once. It’s weighed on me ever since. Imagine how you would feel if you did that on purpose?
Ben: oh.
Elsa: both of you go back to the war room. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Go!
(Ben teleports himself and Belle out of the dining hall. Elsa, reluctantly, wakes Adam up)
Adam: wazzit-was-what ha-did I win?
Elsa: no, Adam, you did not win. You were never going to win. You lost. As you were always going to. Now stand still while I execute you.
Adam: YOU COST ME MY VICTORY YOU FRIGID BITCH!!!!
(He lunges at Elsa who neatly sidesteps him and roots him to the spot of magic)
Elsa (threading magic through the gaps in her fingers on her right hand): it’s funny. I’ve caused untold destruction with my magic by accident. I wonder what I can do to you on purpose
(She concentrates the magical threads into a ball of ice and forces it into Adam’s mouth and down his gullet. His face turns icy blue and starts to flash freeze from the inside out. The freezing si reads through his body until he’s nothing more than a statue of solid ice, screaming out in silent pain. Elsa looks unmoved)
Elsa: hm. Pretty. Almost seems a shame to destroy it. Ah well.
(She soars her right arm through Adam’s iced up head. And be crumbles to frozen rubble at her feet. She melts the ice into nothingness and teleports back to the war room. As soon as she appears in the war room. A wave of turquoise light washes over the palace, sending Ben into the table, laughing his ass off)
Belle: what the hell was that?
Elsa: if I’ve read the books properly. Then was a wave of grief.
Belle: then why is Ben cackling like the joker?
Elsa: because, I do believe that the person who’s died is a person that your son truly hates.
Ben (still cackling): O FRABJOUS DAY!!!! CALLOOH CALLAY!!!! OH MAL MUST BE SO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!! Uma must be in pain if the wave was that powerful. But still. HAHAH!!!!
Belle: Ben! Why are you so happy that someone’s died?
Ben (still chortling gleefully with a mad glint in his eyes): don’t you get it mother. It’s Harry. Harold. Icarus. Hook. Is dead.
(Far above the palace. Mal’s just been hit with Uma’s grief wave. The realisation that Harry must be dead has made her so happy that’s she’s doing complicated acrobatics through the air. She decides to share in her newfound joy and launch an aerial assault on the villains. No one notices Ned Thatch carrying Uma to safety on a Martag outside the barrier though. This is when “defying gravity” happens)
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rating random outfits from the vision because i am very bored
outfit one - classic look
[image id: two cropped panels of the vision from marvel comics. they are both wearing the same outfit, of a green bodysuit that covers every part of their body aside from the front of their face. with it, they wear yellow gloves, yellow boots and a knee-length cape which has a large flared collar. their torso is covered by yellow fabric which wraps around them like a corset. it ends at the top of their thighs. in the first image, they are faced to the left, with one leg raised and their cape floating around their shoulders. in the second image, they have she-hulk, thor & monica rambeau as captain marvel grouped behind them. they are facing forwards and gesturing towards the viewer with their hand. end id/]
- cape goes woosh
- literally the only thing showing is their face everything else is covered
- the collar is very dramatic and gay which i appreciate
- kinda wearing a corset thing? which is cool
- idk what's up with the diamond thing between their tits :/
- colour combo is atrocious but that's a staple of their style it seems lmao
- very out there, very dramatic
- you could probably wear something similar to a pride parade tbh just change the colours and you're good to go
- i like the gloves they look like the yellow ones you use to wash dishes in the sink with the scrubber thingy
final score - 7/10 bonus points for nostalgia & cape, its a very nice very classic look but also very modest :/ show some skin pls ur wife is basically wearing a swimsuit with gloves show a little solidarity :/
outfit two - boob window
[image id: a cropped comic cover of the vision from marvel comics. they are reaching upwards with one arm extended in an attempt to escape several grey hands reaching up to their hip trying to drag them down. their costume is one piece broken into three sections. the bottom half is green and goes slightly above their hips creating a large v-shape. the middle half is yellow and v-shaped as well. the top part reaches to their shoulders and the bottom part is to the middle of their chest, and extends all the way to their fingers. the base of the v is also the bottom of a diamond cut out revealing some of their skin in the pectoral area. the top of the diamond leads to the third and final part of the costume which is the same shade of green as the bottom. This part is a large collar, a head covering that wraps around all around their head but leaves the face uncovered, as well as a cape that is shredded at the bottom. end id/]
- very similar outfit with inverted colours and instead of adding a diamond they cut one out :)
- another wooshy cape :)
- still has their face covered all around except for the front tho :( like idk wouldn't that annoy you? what if it gets too tight or you get hot?
- i have no idea how their cape works with the diamond cleavage window thingy like?? did they just use superglue? please explain
- gloves are gone 😔
- and no more boots 😔😔😔
- corset gone why did they remove all the sexy parts the tiddy does not compensate 😔😔😔😔😔
final score - 3/10 it's basically just an inverted version of the last one except they took the Cool Sexy Bits away which makes everything boring :/ bonus points for the boob window thing though, shows the beginning of their Bimboification :)
outfit three - detective
[image id: a cropped comic cover of the vision from marvel comics. they are standing with one leg resting on something that is not in view. they are partially shadowed, and wear an intense, thoughtful expression. there is a cigarette hanging out of the side of their mouth. they look similar to a 1940s film noir character. they are wearing a white shirt that appears to be a button up, though the thickness of their tie that reaches down to their trousers obstructs any buttons. their sleeves are rolled up to around their elbows. their tie is somewhat loosened around their neck, and is white with black stripes in varying thickness. they wear a pair of thick white suspenders that connect to their trousers, which seem to be grey or a dull brown. they have one of their hands in their trouser pocket. under the same arm is a gun, though this is hard to make out in the darkness. they are also wearing a broad-rimmed fedora, which casts half their face in shadow with only their pupilless bright yellow eyes showing through. end id/]
- this ABSOLUTELY fucks
- unirionically sexy
- noir detective look very nice very cash money
- the loosened tie really just puts the whole thing together
- their face is free! no more awkward green pieces of plastic or whatever!
- calls pretty people "dames" for sure
- rolled up sleeves make me feel like a repressed victorian girl who's just begun to experiment with the Devil's Doorbell™
- smoking is bad for ur health but jesus if it isn't a vibe
- hat worn by reddit "nice guys" :/
final score - 9/10 this really is one hell of a look, very 1920s it absolutely slaps the suspenders are everything tbh if they were in a movie they'd probably be played by harrison ford idk why. anyway this ABSOLUTELY fucks and is one of my faves and is criminally underrated 🤗
outfit four - suit
[image id: two cropped panels of the vision from marvel comics. in both panels, they are wearing the same simple two-piece black suit, with a white shirt underneath their jacket. there are no buttons or pockets on their jacket, and everything seems to be perfectly ironed. their tie is long and thin, and is tight around their neck. their shoes are nondescript and black. in the first panel, vision is to the side, and is floating in the air. in the second panel, vision is standing and is facing the viewer, with their face slightly shadowed and their fists clenched at their sides. end id/]
- simple, cute, chic
- the thinness of the tie is a big change from the last one
- classic suit style, the most casual of formal wear
- office worker kind of thing but like. a FANCY office
- nondescript; no personality in it whatsoever :/
- makes them look like a conservative 😔
final score - 4/10 it's kinda boring tbh they look cute but :/ lame. shows them trying too hard to conform to humanity's standards and it is Not A Vibe. there's no Sauce & also appears in something written by t*m k*ng so the association is immediately off
outfit five - ultimates aka No Clothes Titty Out
[image id: a comic cover of the vision from marvel comics. this one is from the ultimates/1610-verse. this vision is more female-presenting then their 616 counterpart. they are not wearing any clothes. their body is golden and reflective and metallic. their body is comprised of different plates of metal, which are symmetric. just before their elbow, there is a gap in each arm between the metal plates so you can see the wires running through their arms underneath. there is a red diamond shape, still made of metal, in the area where a belly button would be on a human being. they have breasts that do not have any nipples, but have a large circle plating where the nipple would normally be. much like their 616 version they are bald with a yellow diamond in their forehead. their expression is difficult to read but they appear to be smiling slightly. their arms are raised around their head, not touching their skull but close to it. they are strutting towards the viewer with one hip jutted to the side. metal wires surround them, with none of them fully touching them aside from a thick one seemingly connected to the back of their neck. end id/]
- pussy out
- no clothes this bitch doesn't need them (but they do need titties for some reason??? bro????)
- red diamond thing to cover up the bellybutton? girl what are you hiding
- Gold And Shiny a nice change from our regularly scheduled red skin
- emulating aunt/sister/mother/whatever the fuck jocasta which is nice, it's about time vision got someone other then Fashion Disaster Wonder Man to help them out. i guess nudity is better then combining green and yellow all together with red skin jjshsheheh
- sexualised :/
- genuinely kinda hot tho i think i have succumbed to the Robot Tiddies 😔
- no idea how the physics of their hip/ass jutting out is supposed to work it looks like they dislocated something
final score - 6/10 it's cool but also why did u sexualised the android like i. also they are a robot and not a synthezoid which :( why. but u know i appreciate the pussy out kinda thing and ultimates verse vision dated sam wilson so they have good taste. points knocked off for being from the ultimates verse which is Bad™ imo
outfit six - This Fucking Thing What Is This I Hate It So Much
[image id: a cropped panel of the vision from marvel comics. they are facing the viewer with an angry expression. their fists are tightly clenched and are raised slightly. around their wrists are thick yellow spiked bracelets. their arms are uncovered. their shoulders are covered by yellow spiked shoulderpads. they are wearing a green bodysuit with a bright yellow collar around their neck and a plunged neckline that goes all the way down their chest and torso until it is obstructed by yellow underwear, which is held up by a very thick yellow ring, which is also covered in spikes. their green bodysuit continues all the way down their legs until their boots, which are go up half-way around their calves and are folded over. they have a yellow diamond stuck in the middle of their chest. they are also wearing a green helmet that is green and corinthian (greek) in style. it is also spiked. the spikes at either side of the faceplate are small and yellow. the one at the top of the helmet is the same shade of green as the helmet itself. end id/]
- why
- it's. it's so ugly
- what's with the fucking spikes
- the boots are horrendous
- helmet looks they bought it at a museum for £15 and its made out of cheap shitty poorly made and badly painted plastic
- why did they glue a yellow diamond to their chest what is the fucking point
- porcupine energy
- the shoulder pads why the fucking shoulder pads disco isn't coming back just accept it
- spike belt underwear????? why??????????? looks like they made one of those chokers huge and called it a day
- it's just. it's just so ugly. why would you think this was a good idea who is responsible
final score - 0/10 i do not want to see it
#brieuc.txt#the vision#clothing rating#comics#if i did the image id wrong please tell me i have never done them before hbsjshsjja#vision#ch: far superior to flesh and blood#long post
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Mikaelsons Black History Month
First off, I’m starting by saying that even though it is no longer Black history month it will always be melanin everyday and black people every day. And everything else under the sun, and if you don’t like it then the exit is to your left. Everything you own in the box to the left
Being part of the Mikaelsons is very fickle business and be some bs. Like really, you’re here with supernatural beings who are over 1000 years old. Who have traveled the world, gained endless knowledge, seen a lot of bloodshed, but you know what they haven’t seen? Their token human (black ofc) being ignant for black history month, I mean who even fully celebrates? How does one even celebrate?
Granted, they’re not racist. But with the writing Julie Pleck did she was playing honestly. That was the worst writing I've ever seen since who knows when. Maybe the nine lives of Chloe king or something? But in my originals universe they were probably racist in the beginning to an extent then grew out of it.
Anyways, they never met someone who celebrated until they met you!
Now repeat after me: I’m black y’all, and I’m black y’all. And I’m black and black and black y’all! FYM
Now…. picture this: A moderately quiet day in the Mikaelson household. Kol is minding his business for once, Rebekah is trying to find the perfect pics for her next instagram post, Elijah is enjoying a good read, and Klaus is organizing his art materials. But then here comes you, the human, opening the door and walking right in like you pay bills (none of them do but you get the picture) in the midst of the most deadly people. Walking in and greeting everyone, walking in with the most hotep, Dr. Umar bullshit getup they ever seen. Coming to America headass.
They recognize your footsteps from a mile away, so when you walk into the kitchen and no one really looks up at first it’ll be a sight to see a whole ass pelted lion on your back. The kente cloth hat (no idea the actual name for it, sorry babes), a saber tooth necklace (for my mans T’Challa), and the red stiletto nails with the afro out here banging.
SHEEEEEEEEESH
Once Elijah is done with his page he looks up to greet you, but then stops… Bitch, fuck is you wearing? This was worlds away from the sweats, and skinny jeans you wore on the daily.
“Greetings Y/N you look…. Fashionable.” Mans didn’t know what to say. Did he miss something about your Africna roots? Was there a holiday he hadn’t heard of, doubt it, but what else was there?
“Thank you Elijah.” You fluff out your lion pelt for added effect, if there was ever going to be one time you outdo the Mikaelsons’ especially Elijah in being dramatic with a coat or cloak of somesort, it would be now.
At this point the Kol and Rebekah have already looked up and were confused. Why are you dressed like that?
Kol is the first one to speak up “Darling, Rebekah likes a fashion show more than anyone, but why do you have a lion… on your shoulder.”
Lifting up your large ass shades you supplied an answer: “Black History Month”
They all looked at each other… they didn’t get it. Like they know what it is, but never actually understood how to celebrate and all that nor did they ever actually give it mind. When you saw that they weren’t making a connection, you started phase 1.
“Alexa, you know what to do.”
And there goes their manor playing: NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA I’M ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NIGGA
LMFAOOOOO you got the white people shook. Klaus just dropped one of his expensive ass bottles of art sealants and is vamp speeding to the kitchen to figure out what the hell is going on. Elijah having a mid century crisis on how tf they even found you and deemed you worthy of being in their presence so casually. Kol is having fun in the back, still laughing at your get up. And Rebekah wishes she went to the mall instead, she wanted a girl bestie and got you instead rip
“WHAT IN BLAZES- Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DO- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! ALEXA STOP THE MUSIC-” And the big bad wolf has arrived. You put your finger to Klaus’ lips which stuns him bc… you’re still HOOOMAN like damn, death wish much? And you look this man, straight in his mit and say “Looks at, look at me” and pause for dramatic affect, “I am the captain now”
Room silent as hell till Kol starts cackling
You’ve made Dr. Umar proud, the ancestors are shining on you once again
With that you lead into a whole speech about the black struggle and black history month, bottom line: REPARATIONS. Because being the only nigga in the Mikaelsons (we don’t claim Marcel) is exhausting, white people shit everyday that you complain about in their faces
TBH at this point they’re indulging you in this escapade.
First victim is Elijah, you ask for his wallet. He gives you a look, I mean he does technically give you what you want and whatever (when y’all dating, refer back to my dating Elijah post), so he ask you why. Reparations sis why, but then you stop yourself. This man gives you his wallet every other day, half the time you not even asking. What could you rob this man of…. Ah. You ask him for the deed of one of his estates in Prague, why? Because you bitches can’t even spell Prague. And under section S line 45 subsection Y it does state that estates are eligible for reparations. Fuck 40 acres and a mule, you got 300 acres, some stallions in the back, a quite possibly haunted mansion, and a heavy dicked (yeah I said it, a sis been trying to reality shift) original who will turn you out by the end of the day and the end of the month…. Wait till women's history month boo
We know his pockets figgity fat, and it would be figgity wack to not get some
Ngl you take Kol with you so he can buy you food. Granted, he knows what you’re doing, but if he’s going to spend money on anything it will be thawed and it will be music. However, one thing leads to another and you’re both at Wal-Mart waiting to find a parking spot. You stole one off a white minivan trying to move in. Not thinking anything of it because who in this small ass Mystic Falls ass, clown ass town really about it? Apparently Karen.
But you know who else what about it? Kol (tbh mans had nothing but time, and he claims you so why tf not.) he out here NY stomping on her and coming at her for badly glued extensions. Cheap ass bitch, ain’t even blend in correctly.
After that Kol and you left with some groceries, a new story to tell, and a chopped cheese.
With Klaus, he frfr wasn’t finna do shit. Being ordered my a human? Lmfao, go find another simp sis. But… once you suggest that his art skills may not be up to par on what you have in mind as a new family room piece for your house he’s all ears. He knows what you’re doing, but… he still wants to prove you wrong. But anyways, you give him a theme… reverse racism. IK y’all, it’s not a thing, but mans has ideas. And he outdoes himself. That and the recreation of the moorish chief bc that man...mmmmm that man was giving.
Ok so Google wanna hoe me, but there was a painting of a black man in a kkk cloak and behind him were white people being hung from a tree. Say what you want, but that photo was fire. If any of you seen it please share it below.
Anyways
Rebekah tbh wants no part in this, but I feel like she’d gave when you ask her to give you all the finest dresses bc it’s an excuse to exhaust Klaus’ money.
Through the month you give the Mikaelsons a run for their money, and maybe sanity. Klaus is in the back trying to research who tf Dr. Umar is and why is he your inspiration
They had to pull you back when the sheriff asked you for your ID. You ask why you needed white man paperwork!
You are pleasing the spirits, what bonnie could never do lmfaooooo. The powers of you enemies aren’t prospering this month nor next month.
You’re not poor this month, anything you poor of is pouring a little more (bars nigga)
LMFAOOOO imaging asking the fam to go to paris, like, they not invited it’s a self trip funded my the Mikaelson Y/N Trust Fund of Public Decency ™
Klaus would be the first one to speak because this man is TIRED, “Love, why do you need a trip to paris? What’s in Paris?”
Knowing better, you look to Kol to answer the question, “I don’t know, Kol, who’s in Paris?” Niggas b. Niggas in paris…. Lemme chill
LMFAOOO enjoy
#klaus mikealson x reader#klaus mikaelson#elijah mikaelson#elijah mikealson x reader#tvd x reader#the originals#black reader#black!reader#poc!reader#poc reader#niggasbelike
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Maria. *Grabs your face* MARIA. I would LOVE to see 15 bobbing for apples from the autumn fic meme written by you. Nothing would delight me more!
Anonymous asked: Halloween prompt #15 please!!... "Bobbing for apples but we meet accidentally underwater lady and the tramp style." OR "I thought we'd have fun bobbing for apples but you actually hate it and are really mad now"
15. Bobbing For Apples
from autumn fic prompts here
KATE ❤️__ ❤️for you id write anything... and anon the lady and the tramp scenario is so fucking funny/good
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It’s a really good thing that Hermann has Newt, because if Newt’s being honest, he has no damn clue what the poor dude would do without him. Work himself to death, probably. Or spend every Saturday night alone in his bunk. So depressing. Newt considers it his big charitable act of—well, of all time—to force Hermann into social functions, whether it's fun nights out at the bar (with Newt!), or down the hall a few feet for awesome movie marathons in Newt’s quarters (with Newt!), or something like tonight, which is a super awesome and fun Halloween party that, like, everyone on the base was invited to (including Newt!).
Hermann was all set to spend another night alone (probably changing the batteries in all his calculators or rearranging the hangers in his closet) when Newt dragged him out, more or less by the collar of his argyle sweater, with multiple threats to make his life a living hell the following week in the lab if he didn't comply immediately. "Seriously, dude," Newt had said, ominously, while Hermann looked at him like a furious cat ready to take a swipe, "you're gonna put in those vampire fangs and get drunk with me, or you're gonna regret it. I mean it." Newt was not opposed to blasting the shittiest depths of his Spotify account over his bluetooth speakers or using Hermann's favorite coffee mug to hold his dissection tools. Luckily for both of them, Hermann decided the risk wasn't worth it.
Newt knows Hermann is bound to recognize how selfless Newt is being and thank him for it eventually. Probably. Maybe a few years from now. For now, Newt is enjoying the warm and fuzzy feeling of having done a good deed, and also of drinking a considerable amount of spiked punch.
Hermann is not enjoying either.
"I did, in fact, have plans for tonight," he tells Newt, sipping his ginger ale and observing Newt with a fierce scowl. He flat-out refused the booze Newt tried to push on him. It's fine, whatever—it's enough for Newt, right now anyway, that he actually came. They'll work up to bigger stuff like that later.
"Like what?" Newt says. "Doing a crossword puzzle and watching the second half of that boring-ass documentary you put on last weekend?"
Newt considers it an affront to the very concept of movie nights that Hermann used his pick on a documentary, and one about the jaeger program that didn't even bother interviewing him, no less. Newt loves a good documentary, don't get him wrong, but movie nights are for escapist shit. You don't see him switching on Godzilla. Plus, having to watch stock footage of Dr. Gottlieb Sr. blabbing his mouth about how smart he was while you were debating making a move on his son (who was currently in you bed, looking super cute in your sweatpants, because he'd forgotten to pack pj's) was kind of a mood-killer. "It wasn't boring," Hermann sniffs, which tells Newt that his guess was dead-on. "It was...interesting. And anyway, just because they aren't your idea of plans..."
"Okay, whatever," Newt says. "Let's just have fun. That's the point of a party."
He throws an arm around Hermann's shoulder and drags him closer, until their heads knock together painfully. He hears Hermann growl low in his throat. Newt doesn't say, soon, we won't have the time to do stupid shit like this anymore, so we should enjoy it while we can, even though he wants to. It's better to not make fun stuff depressing. Plus, Hermann might decide to take that as an invitation to bail and put on his documentary. Instead he reaches up across Hermann and flicks his chin. Hermann's whole body stiffens. "I can't believe I got you into this super awesome party and you're not even pretending to be thankful," Newt says.
With no great deal of difficulty, Hermann pushes Newt off of him. Newt lands heavily back in his chair, making the whole thing wobble, and he laughs as he just manages to catch himself from falling off the other side. "You got me in?" Hermann says. "Newton, I was invited three weeks ago."
Newt stops laughing. "You were?"
"Yes," Hermann says. The corner of his lip twitches up, with a smugness so powerful Newt can feel it radiating off of him in waves. Bastard. "I took it upon myself to ask if you might be permitted to come, too." He adds, sarcastically, "Out of the kindness of my heart. I know how terribly put out you get when you aren't included in these sorts of things."
Newt considers this new information, and then discards it, because it really doesn't fit the image of himself he's been cultivating as the cool, hip friend to Hermann's uncool, unhip nerd. Like, come on, between the two of them, Newt is obviously the one you'd want at your party. Hermann's gotta be kidding. Probably. Maybe. "It's a lame party anyway," Newt mumbles.
He tries to put his arm around Hermann's shoulder again, remembers that Hermann really didn't like that the first time, and then drops it back down at his side instead. "Totally lame," he continues. Newt recalls the Halloween parties of his youth with a warm, fond glow: elaborate costumes, tacky decorations, passing around bowls of peeled grapes in the dark, carving jack-o-lanterns while his dad hovered protectively over him to make sure he didn't take a finger off with the knife. This is none of that. Barely anyone even dressed up! The lack of Halloween spirit is tragic. "There aren't even any party games."
"Yes there are," Hermann says, mildly.
He points across the room at a large metal tub that Newt somehow missed before. It looks like it's filled with water, and...
"Dude," Newt says.
He doesn't wait to ask before he's hopping to his feet and dragging Hermann along after him by his blazer cuff. Hermann swats at his heels a few times with his cane, but eventually—like he does with most of Newt's ideas—gives in. "I'm a fuckin' champ at bobbing for apples," Newt boasts. "I used to—oops, excuse me," (he runs into two guys who are, like, twice his height, upsetting their drinks, and he hears Hermann groan as something purple spills on his sweater), "I used to always win it at the fall fest when my dad would take me." And then when he went back as an adult by himself, but it was less impressive a win when you were up against a bunch of ten-year-olds.
"You do have an exceptionally large mouth," Hermann says, rubbing at his stained shoulder. "I suppose that helps." As Newt bends to investigate the iron tub, he says, "Oh, Newton, don't, it's been out all night. Who knows what sorts of germs are in there?"
Newt gets to his knees and rolls up the sleeves of his PPDC-issued labcoat. He's a mad scientist to Hermann's vampire (vampire librarian?) tonight. Yeah, it's kind of a lazy costume, but it was free—he already had everything he needed in the lab. "I can get it in five seconds, max," he declares. His record is one second, but he's the first to admit he's a little rusty, and he'd rather impress Hermann by beating his estimate. "Will you hold my headlamp?"
Grumbling, Hermann takes it. Newt sets his glasses on the ground. "You're going to get yourself bloody soaking," Hermann says, and then he complains about something else, too, but Newt is screwing his eyes shut and ducking his head into the tub, which makes it difficult to hear him. One second—two seconds—two and a half—Newt emerges victorious from the tub, teeth clenched down firmly on an apple, and accidentally splatters a large amount of water on Hermann's shoes. He pulls the apple out of his mouth with a grin and waves it at Hermann. "See. I'm a fucking pro."
He tucks his glasses back on his face to discover that Hermann is staring at him with a very strange expression on his face. Newt can't decide if it's the blacklight bulbs overhead that are washing him out and making him look so flushed, or something else entirely. Then, in a second, he's grumpy and scowling and tsking over his wet shoes. "A pro," he echoes. "Hardly. It can't be that complicated."
Newt gestures grandly at the tub and takes a bite out of his apple. Hermann can always be relied upon to never turn down a challenge, especially when it means making Newt look—potentially—stupid. Newt uses it to his advantage often. Whatever it takes to help the guy have a good time. "It's all yours, dude."
Hermann grumbles something again about Newt being too arrogant for his own good, and something else about showing Newt how to do it without making a mess of everything, then gets down to his knees with a quiet hiss of discomfort. He shoves his cane, and Newt's headlamp, at Newt, though bewilderingly leaves his blazer on. "I'll be just a moment," he says, and dunks his head into the tub.
He splashes back up no more than five seconds later. Apple-less. "Bugger," he coughs, and then coughs some more. The entire front of his sweater is soaked. "I didn't—I didn't start out right. Let me—"
Newt watches Hermann try to drown himself a few more times in mild interest before he finally intercedes. "Need a hand?" he says, getting to his knees next to Hermann.
"No," Hermann splutters.
Newt takes his glasses off again. "Yeah, you do. Okay, now watch me—"
He emerges with another apple in seconds.
Hermann grits his teeth. "Newton—"
"One more?" Newt says, his grin widening.
Back under. Another apple. He winks at Hermann when he goes in for a fourth time, and this time, he feels the water of the tank being upset as Hermann (refusing to be outdone once again) splashes in alongside him. God, Newt loves riling Hermann up like this—he gets so funny, and kinda cute, when he's mad about something. Red in the face, and scowling, and sometimes (when he's real mad) speaking in a dangerously low and rough sort of voice with his r's rolling that makes Newt shiver, just a little. Like, Newton, you worthless, pathetic little man, cease this immediately, or else I'll... He actually said that to Newt once. It made Newt feel a little warm under his collar. Hermann's probably going to say something similar to him this time, and Newt can't wait.
Ten seconds in. Newt has been cutting Hermann a little slack at first, just to see if he can catch up, but finally decides to just go for the apple that's been bobbing steadily against his mouth this whole time. (He loves beating Hermann at stuff.)
And, well, apparently Hermann goes for it too.
They both miss the apple. Newt's mouth is up against Hermann's for another five seconds before he realizes what's happening (that that is definitely not an apple, that that is definitely a mouth, that that mouth is wide and weird another to belong to only one person Newt knows, that that mouth is parting in surprise, oh my God) and then he pulls away so quickly that he breathes in what feels like half the tub of water. He falls back on his ass, coughing furiously, and it's not until he shoves his glasses back on with a shaking hand that he realizes that Hermann has done the same. "I," Hermann says. His eyes are wide. "I'm sor—"
"It's fine," Newt squeaks.
"It was—"
"I know!"
Newt and Hermann's mouths were touching for five whole seconds. Underwater, while apples bobbed against their foreheads, but their mouths still touched. Oh my God. In elementary school, Newt thinks dizzily, that would be enough to catch cooties. This was so not how he wanted his awesome eventual seduction of Hermann to go down. For one thing, it wasn't even a seduction.
"I'm gonna get a towel," Newt says.
Hermann nods. He looks strangely adorable with water droplets on his nose and his hair plastered to his head like that. Newt has to get out of here before he does something stupid, like take Hermann's pointy cheeks between his hands and put their mouths together on purpose. He doesn't think Hermann would respond to that very well right now.
"I'll get you one too," Newt says, and it takes a lot of effort to force himself to his feet.
Hermann nods again.
"Okay," Newt says, and stumbles away. Out of the corner of his eye, he just catches Hermann raising a hand to his mouth.
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Favorite Shirt
Okay time to post again. Slight warnings, mention of death, toxic relationship, slight emotional abuse.
Word count ~2.9k
"Tch, I guess it’s about time I clean my desk. I can't work with all of this crap on it." Jotaro annoyedly says.
While cleaning off the countless stacks of paper he pauses. All desire to clean is quickly knocked out of him. He sits back down in his desk chair holding the group picture you all took in Egypt. He glances over each face in the image, some happy memories, some not so much. He would give anything to go back in time to change the way things played out. So many stupid mistakes. His eyes immediately halt when he gets to yours. His face expressed sorrow and longing.
His favorite memories of the two of you start to come rushing back to his head, and for a moment, he smiles. The constant flirting that always occured between the two of you. The silent stares you each felt from one another. No matter how much the others teased you two, you still weren't sure if admitting your feelings was the best idea. You each had your own reasons for keeping distant. The mission was much more important anyway, and so was your friendship.
He recalls one of his favorite memories with you.
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It had been a long week of tiresome stand battles, the closer you got to Egypt, the more intense they became. He noticed this was taking quite the toll on you and made the gang find a hotel that night so you could get some much needed rest. In the meantime he suggested that you use him as a pillow in the car on the way there.
Honestly, you took him up on the offer. You took everything you could at the time knowing that it would never go any further no matter how bad you wanted it to. Your head rested on his large chest, which was surprisingly soft for how tough he was. Every now and then he'd tug on his hat to cover his face when in fact he was just trying to steal a few glances at your peaceful, resting figure.
"Alright, we're here, group up and we'll get going into our rooms," Joseph states.
"I ca-"
"She's staying with me. There's no discussing it." Jotaro then picks you up and carries you to your room.
You started to wake up from the movements and the background noise going on in the hotel, and the first thing you saw was Jotaro's face when you opened your
eyes.
"Clearly I must be dreaming," you thought.
"Look who decided to wake up." he scoffed at you. "Really left it up to me to carry you all the way up here."
"I'm so sorry! I won't let it-"
"That's enough. I was just kidding anyway. You fought really hard today, it's the least I could do."
You smiled back at him as he set you down on the bed. That was honestly all the thanks he needed.
"Anyway, I'm going to go get something to eat, I'll bring something back for you if you want, but you should probably get some real rest soon."
You began to crawl up into the bed in your dirty and torn clothes from the day you just had.
"Good grief, what do you think you're doing? You're really going to sleep in a nice clean bed in your dirty clothes??"
"Well, I don't really have any clean clothes left right now, so, unless you have a better ide-"
You were quickly cut off with a soft hit to the face. Jotaro threw one of his clean shirts at you.
"Here. You can use this. It'll be more comfortable anyway."
Jotaro had left to go pick up some food and when he came back he was greeted with his favorite shirt filled with his favorite person. Wearing only that shirt made you look much smaller than you actually were, it practically went down to your knees.
"Thanks Jotaro! I promise I'll get it back to you as soon as I can."
"Keep it. It looks better on you anyway." He cooly tried to say as he pulled his hat down over his eyes.
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After everything that had happened in Egypt, you just wanted to get away from it all for a while. Go out on your own to a new place with no reminder of the loved ones you lost and all the feelings you never acted on. As a thank you for your hard work, the SpeedWagon Foundation offered to pay for everything of whatever you decided to do. You thought maybe you'd try going to school in America for a while. It was great, you had all the experiences you grew up seeing in movies and on TV. You made plenty of new friends there and even dipped your toes in the dating pool.
Right after you finished school, you and your boyfriend got married. You thought that's what you ought to do, you've been with him for so long. Everyone thought you were the perfect couple. He always took you out on extravagant dates and bought you expensive jewelry. Every girl wanted to be you. But that was only because they didn't know what happened behind closed doors. He never physically hurt you, not many people could, I mean you could hold your
own in Egypt, you're pretty tough, but mentally, he knew you were weak. You would confide in him in the beginning of your relationship about all your friends back home that you missed. He never let you call home or talk to them either. The ones you could never see again. Everytime he wanted you to hurt he would just remind you that they were dead because you weren't there for them, you weren't strong enough to save them. Countless letters came in from your friends and family and he'd throw them away before you could see them. He would even tell you that no one was writing to you anymore.
Every now and then you manage to chat with Jotaro. He'd call you on your lunch break at work from time to time just to play catch up. Asking things like 'how's life?' and 'are you doing okay?' and the sort of thing. Everytime you told him you were doing great. You love your husband and you even try to brag about how well he treats you by describing all the luxurious gifts he's been buying you. Everytime Jotaro ended the call saying he was happy for you and then a
quick update on his life.
To be honest, Jotaro wasn't falling for your phone calls. He knew something was wrong, but he never knew how bad it really was. He thought it was strange that you never wrote to him or called him outside of your work hours. It was also strange how you never really went into depth about your personal life either.
One fateful day, you're having a routine call with Jotaro when your husband decided to stop by to take you out to lunch. He asked the secretary why your door was closed to which she simply responded, "Oh, she's talking to her childhood friend Jotaro! He usually calls about this time every week."
He walks into your office catching you off guard while you're still on the phone. The shock alone causes you to drop the phone with a quiet screech.
"Y/n, are you there?" Jotaro stays on the line worried about what he just heard.
Your husband shuts your office door leaving just the two of you in there and is yelling just loud enough to where your coworkers can't hear him.
"I thought I told you no one wanted to talk to you anymore? They're all fed up with you, can't believe you let your friends die back in Egypt. They'll never
forgive you for that."
"You're right I'm sorry just please don't do this here."
"What makes you think you can tell *me* what to do? That's not how this works. And who gave you permission to talk to other guys? There's going to be some serious consequences for this when you come home." He walks out of your office smiling at all of your coworkers like nothing had just happened, followed by a shut of your office door and your muffled cries.
"Y/n?? Are you still there? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"Wh- what did you hear?" You managed to squeak out, choking back tears.
"I heard enough y/n, he's not a good guy. I knew something was wrong. We have to get you out of there."
"No. This is my life now. I don't need your help, I told you I'm perfectly fine."
"Y/n I'm not kidding, you have to get out of there *now* and I won't take no for an answer."
"I can't, okay! I have nowhere to go. No one would believe me if I said the things he's done to me. Anyone who I try to run to just rats me out to him and the situation gets worse."
"Y/n, go pack your most essential things while he's out of the house. I'm buying you a ticket home for tonight. You'll be safe here this time tomorrow."
The instant care Jotaro had just shown you only causes you to cry more. How could you let yourself get like this? You really weren't okay. You were just too headstrong to admit anything was wrong.
"Thank you." You were able to muster through even more tears.
After picking yourself up off the floor and drying your face, you left your office, no intention to come back. You rushed home to grab only your essential items while your husband was finishing his day at work. You grabbed a few sets of clothing, your toothbrush, hair and makeup accessories, a few pairs of shoes, and your folder of important documents. Everything else was replaceable and or retrievable at a later date.
You take a deep breath and get the courage to call a ride to the airport.
Free from your husband's control, you weren't scared to text or call Jotaro on your own phone now. You called him letting him know that you were on your way.
One short plane ride across the ocean later and Jotaro was waiting there for you to take you home. You're not sure how long he was there for but you're convinced he was waiting there since before you even took off.
"Y/n, over here." He waves you over.
You walk over shyly and ashamed of what he had witnessed just the day before. You couldn't even pick your head up enough to look him in the eyes.
"Y/n it's okay now. You're here with me, he can't get to you right now."
"Ye- yeah I guess you're right. So where do I go now?"
"C'mon, I'll take you back to my place."
"We're stopping there before the hotel?"
"I'm not letting you stay alone right now. You're staying with me at my house. The only reason I let you fly alone was because it got you out of there faster."
Jotaro takes your bag and you both head to the taxi.
"C'mon short stuff, get those legs movin' faster."
"Hey! Not everyone can be freakishly tall."
Jotaro raises one eyebrow, "So I'm a freak, aye?"
"Sorr-"
"Don't apologize, you're already more vocal when you're free around here. I like it."
The taxi drops you two off at his house. The drive felt like an eternity when in reality it was only a few short minutes. You stared out the car door window in awe.
*So this is what he's been up to this whole time*
"Well c'mon now, let's get inside."
You quickly follow after him like a lost puppy.
"There's a spare bedroom upstairs and down the hall, why don't you take this time to relax and freshen up while I make us something to eat?"
"You really don't have to do this for me Jotaro, but I appreciate it."
You head upstairs with your bag. It really was a long flight. You decide to take a quick shower and put on some clean clothes.
About an hour goes by when Jotaro comes by your room to collect you.
"Dinners ready y/n."
"Okay, I'll be right out, I just have to put some makeup on first."
"Uhh, what for? We're not going out anywhere."
"I don't know. I just always do. He always made me wear makeup, even at the house, I guess I'm just used to it."
Jotaro quickly turns around and starts heading towards the kitchen, but not without leaving a remark, "well don't. You look better without it anyway."
You follow soon after him with a fresh blank face. The table has already been set beautifully and you can already smell your favorite dish. He brings over two plates of food followed by a new bottle of wine.
"Why don't we catch up for real this time?" He asks.
Hours go by at the dinner table along with a few bottles of wine. The two of you bickering just like the old days. You missed this. You needed this.
You finally caught a glimpse of the time and stood up to help clean up the table.
"You don't need to help clean this up y/n. We can even clean it up tomorrow. Why don't we go talk in the living room for a bit longer?"
You move forward as an attempt to get to the couch, finally realizing how much you actually drank, you're quite tipsy in fact. Jotaro moves over to the couch to join you. Sitting side by side he grabs your hand with a guilty look on his face.
"Y/n, I'm so sorry this happened to you. It's all my fault."
Clearly he's a bit tipsy too if he's actually trying to admit being at fault right now.
"None of this is your fault Jotaro, what are you going on about?"
"If I was just straight with you when we were younger. If I actually had the courage to say something to you. Maybe you would have stayed. Maybe you would've ended up with me instead. Instead I thought you were too good for me."
Your eyes start to swell up. "Don't say that. Ever. I'm the one that's not good enough for you. Why would you ever want someone like me?"
"Well, you're you, that's why. You're strong, you held your own in the desert, you tried your hardest for us and you made it out. I've never met anyone as strong as you, and to know that someone took advantage of you? And I wasn't there to protect you? I'm so sorry for all of it."
Now full on ugly crying again, Jotaro wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a hug.
"I'm so sorry Jotaro. Can you forgive me?"
He lifts up your crying head by your chin and brushes all your loose pieces of hair out of your face. He holds you here until you return the look into his deep aqua eyes. He moves forward, crashing his lips into yours. There was no hesitation on your end, you kissed him back just as hungrily. Neither of you needed words to figure out what the other one was thinking. You could feel the admittance of your love for each other from just that embrace. Jotaro pulls back and pushes your head into his chest so he can hold you once again. He pats your head.
"It's all okay now, I'm sorry it took this long," and he leaves a kiss on the top of your head.
The moment is only ended by your yawning since you've been up for lord knows how long. Jotaro picks you up and carries you in his arms to his room. He notices the slight confusion in your face.
"I was thinking maybe you sleep in here with me tonight, kinda like old times?"
"Okay, just let me go change into my pajamas. I don't want to get in the nice clean bed in my dirty clothes.".
You walk back into his room in just his old t-shirt you kept from the desert.
"You really kept that old thing?" He spouted.
"I really did. It's how I kept you close that whole time I was gone." You said with an embarrassed smile.
"It really does look better on you ya know?" He says through a full face of blush. Just seeing you again in that shirt made him think of all the things he wanted to do to you now and then.
You moved to go lay down alongside Jotaro in his massive bed. He always wanted to know what it'd be like to hold you in his arms in his own bed.
Jotaro pulls you into his chest to hold you tight, with no intention of letting you go. He places a delicate kiss on your cheek. You squeeze his hand as a subtle sign of acceptance and nuzzle into his broad figure.
“Goodnight y/n. Sleep tight.”
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The One Night Stand pt. 6
Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader / Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
Part 1 ; Pt. 2 ; Pt. 3; Pt. 4 ; Pt. 5
A/n: anddd angst is hereeeeeee - feedback is always welcome :) it act hurt to write this lol can you tell I had a small mental breakdown yesterday haha but at least it helped to write this chapter here :)
Warnings: angst; not proof read; nsfw ( minors do not read this), usage of the word whore, rough / angry sex
Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader , Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
Form: oneshot / short story
The whole ride home you stayed quiet. The image of Toji and the other women kissing, just wouldn’t leave your mind. And it did not stop there.
Your mind is creating all those scenarios. Scenarios that tell you that whenever he was on the phone, when you were with him, he was texting her, telling her about how badly he wants to see her again, telling her when you’d leave so she can come over. Him telling her about how bad you are and annoyed, her laying in his arms, naked with her perfect body, laughing about how pathetic you sound. How pathetic you ARE. Crushing on your best friend, fucking with another that is way out of your league, who’s probably just doing it for laughs. Who are you kidding? He definitely did it just for laughs. Saying all those things to you, to get a reaction out of you, just so he can make fun of it later on with her - or even during it, texting her how stupid you are. How fun it is to mess with you, how you started to look at him differently. How he waits at the door when you left, just to wrap his arms around her small frame, just seconds after you left. His hands on her thighs, lifter her up, placing his lips on hers while carrying her inside, laying her down on the bed, you were in just minutes ago.
Hell he was probably seeing her whenever he was away for missions.
Have they all been missions? Or was it just a weekend he wanted to spent with her and get away from you?
But... how are you to judge? You used him... to get over your best friend... And ended up falling for him instead. You never even questioned if he has someone else. You’ve been totally egoistic the whole time, he could have been in an open relationship with her. Toji isn’t one to tell you things by himself, but you never even thought of asking him?
All you did was use him, complain to him and in the end just leave.
Are you really in the position to cry now?
You feel a soft hand touching your arm.
“Hey, were back home.” You look into the blue eyes of your... boyfriend? Can you really consider him as your boyfriend, knowing that you stopped loving him weeks ago? Even before he officially became your boyfriend?
“Satoru.. I - “ His hand cups your cheek and you stopped talking.
“Let’s get inside... I feel like we both need to confess things.” He smiles sadly.
So here you are now. Sitting on the couch in his apartment starring at his inhumanly blue eyes, waiting for him to start talking.
“So... I’m not blind. Even tho most of the time I look like I am..” he jokes, but quickly stopped the second he sees your emotionale expression, “ Well... I know you like him.” He licks his lips and avoids your gaze.
“Satoru... look I’m sorry, I did not plan on playing you... I - I really thought that I still love you.” You whisper and fiddles with your fingers, “ I’m sorry for hurting you.”
“You did not... I- I’m actually relived.” He sighs and looks down. You’re eyes shoot up and you stare at his face.
“What?” Your body begins to shiver as you watch his lips open, the words leaving them seem unreal. Your brain refuses to accept that this is the truth, but the way he looks directly at you, his eyes showing nothing but honesty, you start to shake.
“How long did you plan to keep this act up?” You whisper.
“I hoped that it wouldn’t be an act the whole time... and that I learn to love you ... the way you do.. or did.” His eyes study your face, looking for any sign of emotion. Your eyes get glassy. Your body shakes. Your mouth is slightly open, but no words leave your lips. The tears now run freely down your face.
“Hey... Y/n..” He tries to pull you into a hug, to give you the hold and safety his hugs always provide you, but you quickly jump up and step away from him.
“Don’t touch me.” you’re voice shakes and is barely over a whisper, yet he heard your words and sees the hurt in your eyes. “Just.... don’t - don’t talk to me again... I - just leave me alone.” You walk backwards, your hands grab your hair, your brain can’t fully understand everything that is happening right now.
Gojo on the other hand knows exactly what is happening.
And he feels his heart break.
He is loosing his best friend.
The one person that always stayed at his side, since school you where with him and you stayed. You stayed during the whole mess his life used to be, or is.
You were the only person the felt comfortable with to truly open up to.
“Y/n... please. Don’t leave. Don’t leave me.” He whispers and stands up, still keeping his distance from you.
“DO YOU FEEL LIKE I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU NOW?” You scream, all your emotions crushing down on you all at once.
“No - no... just - it’s late, just stay here and I leave... I’ll stay away for how long I need to ... I don’t want anything to happen to you...” he looks at you with pleading eyes.
“HOW DO YOU THINK I CAN STAY HERE - IN YOUR HOUSE...where ... where everything reminds me of you...” you whisper the last part. Your hands grab the handle of the door, taking a deep breath you open it and look over your shoulder.
“Goodbye Gojo.”
“How long?” He whispers, his voice shakes.
“I - I don’t know.” You say and look at his eyes, tears running down on both of your faces.
Then you close the door and hurry out of the apartment complex.
On the other side of the door, Gojo collapse.
All of his muscles gave up working, he simply lays on the floor, not really able to breath, thanks to the knot in his throat.
He lost you.
He lost his best friend.
The person he saw himself still joking around when you are both old and your hair colors would finally match.
But he failed. He wanted to give you everything, make you happy, he would have done everything for you, not caring about his own feelings, he just wanted you to be happy.
You - the person he cares the most about.
But at the end, he hurt you and he lost you.
Lost you like he always looses everyone close to him.
With all the strength he has left, he takes out his phone and calls the only person he trust with all of this mess.
“Gojo. It’s 2am. And I just came back home.What do you want.” Nanami sighs.
“Please, find Y/n.” He whispers.
“What? Shouldn’t she be with you?”
“I- I told her...” his voice breaks.
“I’ll save the whole ‘ I’ve told you this would happen’ speech.” Nanami sighs. Why does he have to be involved in this mess.
“Nanami please, I don’t want anything to happen to her.”
“I’m on my way.” Nanami hangs up and puts on his shoes.
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Why did you left him.
Yes what he did was wrong... but his intention wasn’t... you should not have been so hard to him. Not after all he had to go though... and after all he did for you.
He was okay with giving up his ‘hoe’ life just for your happiness.
Also... are you really okay with loosing your best friend?
You need him. And you know he needs you too. You two have always been there for each other, he trusts you and you trust him. You’re actually questing if you‘ve ever really loved him the way you felt you did. The feelings you felt for him and the ones you feel for Toji are … different. Maybe you never really loved before … and truth to be told, you longed for that feeling of someone loving you. Of someone holding you at night, kissing you, of not being alone when you make dinner… of not feeling unloved.
Maybe … your brain really just made you imagine those feelings for Gojo … yes you love him. And he loves you … but at this point … you realize that it’s the same way you love an family member… because that’s what he is for you… family.
Should you just walk back and talk things out with him.
Yes. Yes that would be the most mature thing to do.
But - no . You decided to be childish and let him suffer.
You don’t want to be the one who apologizes, yet you know that he will also not come and beg on for your forgiveness. Not because of his ego... but because he knows how much he hurt you and he doesn’t want to cause you more pain. So at the end you’ll have to go back to him.
Talking about going back... where are you going right now?
Looking around yourself, you groan.
No.
No .
NO.
Why the actual fuck did your feet walk you over to his.
But... but maybe it was meant to be?
Looking up you see light shining through his window.
Should you just... walk up... and knock in his door?
But what if she is still there, what if she opens the door, in one of his shirts, looking flawless, while you stand there, red puffy eyes, your make-up smudged... No. No you will not be that desperate.
Looking around you spot a bench and sit down.
Your eyes are fixed on the window and your mind starts creating scenarios again.
What is he doing right now? You really want to believe that he’s alone - nether the less your mind won’t let you.
In your head he’s laying in his bed. The women straddling him, running her hands up and down his tones body. Her lips leaving marks on his neck, his eyes are closed, yet the smug smirk is still visible on his face.
His hands grabbing her hips, grinding her against him, a deep growl escapes his lips, as she sits up, bouncing up and down on him- the sound of your phone gets your back to reality.
Without looking at the ID you answer your phone, hoping you’ll be able to hear Tojis deep voice.
“Y/n.”
“Nanami?” You blink a few times, not expecting him to call you at this time of the day.
“Where are you?”
“Home.” You lie.
“No you’re not. I’m at your home and you’re not there.” He sighs, “I know what happened. So where are you?”
“Did Gojo ask you to find me?” You roll your eyes.
“Yes. He’s worried about you.” He says in a calm voice.
“Wow isn’t he a wonderful person.” You roll your eyes.
“I am too. I just want to be sure you’re save.” He says sincerely.
“I am. I just need some time alone.” You sigh. The light in the window went off.
“... I don’t feel good with leaving you alone at night in this city.”
“I promise I’ll call you when I don’t feel save.” You smile.
“... I can’t convince you to let me pick you up?” He sighs again.
“No.”
“... well... just don’t go to inside.” He hangs up.
You look around confused and see the silhouette of a men walking away.
He knew exactly where you where.
Why are you not surprised.
Then you see something moving in the corner of your eyes.
There’s a person walking - more like storming out of the building.
The clicking of her heels echoes though the street.
Her long dark hair, flows in the wind, even now her hips sway perfectly even with her aggressive walking.
Was this the women from the bar?
Does this mean he’s alone now?
‘Don’t go inside.’ You repeat the words Nanami told you over and over - as you make your way towards the entrance.
From the distance Nanami watches you. He knew you wouldn’t listen. Looking up he shakes his head, again why is he involved in this. Or better - why did he let himself getting involved in all of this.
“Gojo.”
Another man steps out of the shadows.
“How long have you been here?” Nanami asks.
“I followed her.” He admits.
“And why did you call me up then?” He looks at him annoyed.
“In case she needed someone to talk …” Gojo stares at her figure entering the building.
“Do you think it will end well?” He looks at Nanami.
“Depends on how stubborn Fushiguro will be.”
“So I’ll better stay in case she ends up crying again.”
“You think she’ll want to see you then?” Nanami raises an eyebrow.
“No… but at least I can teach him a lesson for hurting her.” He says and his lips form a tight line.
“… I don’t think you’re in any position to judge.” Nanami shakes his head, “Go now. I’ll stay a bit longer.”
“But -“
“No. Go.” Gojo sighs and turns around.
“Gojo - I know you think you’ve lost her as your best friend … but I don’t think that’s the case. At least not for too long.” Gojo stops for a seconds, his eyes lightning up behind his glasses.
“I hope you’re right.” He says and leaves.
- some time before -
This doesn’t feel right.
His hips slam against her ass, one of his hands grab her waist, the other her hair.
Whenever she moans, he feels like throwing up.
Her voice sounds so wrong.
His hands release her body and grab her face from the back, shoving his fingers in her mouth, trying to muffle what ever she’s saying. Closing his eyes he tries to ignore who is fucking, one of his hands moves down and wraps around her throat. Pulling her towards him, her head falls over his shoulder, while he mercilessly continues fucking her. Some inhuman sounds leave her body, while Toji let’s all of his anger out on her.
He knows it’s not you, but with his eyes closed he can project all of the imagines of you, which he saved in his mind, on this girl and hopefully be able to reach his climax soon. Your beautiful face, the way your lips part whenever he touches you at this one spot, how beautiful his name sounds whenever you moan it…
“Omg Tojiii - I missed this so much.” She moans. Opening his eyes he grits his teeth.
“Shut the fuck up you stupid whore.” He says and the hand around her throat tightens.
He really tries to imagine it being you that’s being with him right now, but he can’t.
She doesn’t look like you, doesn’t sound like you, doesn’t feel like you - she’s simply isn’t you.
He let’s go of her face and throat and pulls out of her.
Trying to catch her breath she looks at him confused.
“Toji? Babe?”
Not even sparing her a glance he gets up and puts on some sweatpants.
“Not in the mood.” He huffs.
“Let me help you get into it thennnn.” She crawls over the bad and her hands reach to the hem of his sweatpants.
“No.” He steps back and grabs her clothes throwing them at her.
“Leave.”
“What?”
“I said leave.”
“But - but daddy we always had so much fun together …” she smirks and looks up at him.
“I said. Get. The fuck. Out. Of. My. Home.” He growls.
“Is it because of that slut?!” She angrily pulls on her dress, glaring at Toji who pulls out one of his cigarettes.
“Wow. Haven’t you told me at first that you’re just messing with her to annoy this guy with the white hair ?! And that I’m way better in bed than her?!” She huffs.
“I lied.” He says and blows the smoke in her face.
“Oh so some ugly fucking slut stole your he-“
Tojis grabs her face, squishing her cheeks inwards.
“I dare you, Max, call her a slut one more time.” His green eyes glow as he pushes her away, making her fall back on the bed.
“You bastard.” Max says and slips in her heals storming towards the door.
“Don’t call me again - like ever.”
“Never did - you were the one blowing up my phone ” He laughs as she slams the door.
Turning off the lights, he sighs and falls down on his sofa. His head rolls back and he stares at the ceiling.
He shouldn’t have left with her.
Deep down he knew that this would help him getting over you.
He looks at his phone.
Should he just call you?
No. You’re probably busy with Gojo right now.
His heart stings at the thought of it.
One of his hands massages his temples. He can’t stop thinking about you.
Oh how he wished that you were here with him right now.
In his arms, telling him about anything and everything.
Every second he spends with you seemed so easy and peaceful. He never felt that way since he lost Megumis mother.
A knock on the door interrupts him from fully embracing this depressed episode.
“I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE MAX!” He screams angrily.
“Toji… ?” A soft broken voice calls out his name and his eyes shoot open.
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Warnings: violence, blood, realism in comics, me mentioning things stans want to ignore to make a point, you don't have to consider them canon, I'm just making a point don't hurt me
Right. Been seeing dialog about Jason's decision to give up guns that i feel is missing a few points.
1. Bruce is traumatized by guns. Yeah he jumps in the line of fire every night but that doesn't mean he isn't scared of/triggered by them:
[Image ID: Oracle!Babs and Robin!Tim roll/walk through the clocktower. Babs: (about guns) Hates them. But doesn't fear them. Tim: Not the way he jumps in the line of fire night after night. Babs: Line of fire... Babs: I was afraid of them for a long time. I'd go faint at the sight of a gun on TV. Tim: You have reasons, Barbara. So does Batman. Babs: But I. worked through them. Babs: Maybe Bruce hasn't. Maybe he's not the rock we thought he was. Tim: He bought a gun as therapy? Babs: Look at the facts. He bought it just like any other citizen. Like he wanted to experience it as someone else would. Tim: I don't think- Computer: Keyword media search alert. Tim: What's that? End ID]
Birds of Prey (1998) #40
Bruce's opposition of guns is partially based in trauma - it's not completely a moral stance or completely logical rule. Jason giving up guns is for himself, but it allows him to be closer to Bruce and for Bruce to be more relaxed in his presence -> can make their relationship closer.
2. [X] weapon isn't even lethal. Getting cut/hurt + no health care = possible death from infection -> shooting a henchman with regular bullets in the foot can be lethal. Or cutting them with a batarang.
[Image ID: A girl walks home getting off the school bus. Girl: "Mama, I know you don't want to hear this, but --" She opens the door to an empty run down house. Girl: "Mama? Mama are you --?" She opens up the bathroom door, revealing her mother sweating and bleeding out on the ground, trying to press a towel to a wound on her side. Her mom is wearing a henchman outfit for the H.I.V.E. Girl: "Mama!" Mom: "Why -- Why are you home so soon?" The girl holds her mom in a sitting position. Girl: "This isn't the flu. You said you had the flu." Mom: "I -- I will be better soon. I just need to rest." Girl: "You need a hospital, mama." Mom: "No. If they find out -- they'll take you away from me. Send me back to Guatemala." The final panel shows a wisp of Ravens cape, the view zoomed out. Girl: "I know you want to protect me, but you need help now -- no matter what happens later." Raven: "Maybe I can help." End ID]
Titans: Titans Together #4
Similarly could ppl stop acting like rubber bullets are non lethal, everything the batfam uses can be lethal and cause scenes like above. Literally none of them can claim moral high ground they've all thrown batarangs in people's faces (off the top of my head, Jason nailed Dick with one in the face in BoC and Bruce got Jason in the neck in UTRH so there's the two characters at odds).
3. Jason/Bruce has never hurt an undeserving person. Jason isn't a mass murderer and you're slandering him. Bruce is the best dad ever you're an idiot for thinking otherwise.
...did you miss the times he tried to kill Tim? Or sprayed Dick with fear gas? Or shot Damian in the chest (not rubber bullets mind you). All of this happened in Battle of the Cowl. He poisoned 82 prisoners indiscriminately in Batman and Robin (2009) #23, went around killing random "thugs" in Brothers in Blood arc of Nightwing. Is it slander if he did it? Idk. If anyone can answer that lmk but everything is canon now so the point is moot.
And let me also say if everythings canon Bruce has also hurt/hit/abused his family (i don't have the specific issue numbers but runs that I've seen bad dad Bruce in are The New Titans, Batgirl (2000), Nightwing (1996), Tom Kings crap, RHATO rebirth, etc. I don't feel like going into detail but if hard pressed i will) don't try to paint me as a Bruce or Jason apologist/hater please
Also literally see the panel above 💀 the mom is an undocumented immigrant from Guatemala with an engineering degree she can't use because the US gov is literally fucking flaming garbage, so she had to take that job to provide for her daughter. Quit thinking extrajudicial murder/vigilantism is a woke take. No. Stop. Bad. Criminals have rights for a reason.
Can you choose to call the above things Jason and Bruce have done ooc and bad writing. Yep. Go ahead, be my guest. Just it's weird to me that ppl always seem to do it for one character and not the other. Like... that's not productive dialogue? And yeah both Jason and Bruce stans do this i just happened to see a post from a Jason stan so he got to be shamed first. If you think i think my fave is wrong, i literally made a post publically shaming him at one point, and wrote an entire fic dedicated to me pointing out why i think characters would hate him the most 🤷♀️ if someone read a comic that shows your fave in a bad light don't call them stupid for not liking that character just point them in the right direction and if you don't want to. Don't. Just block them. I'm tired of watching ppl act like their better than each other because they don't consider things canon (unless you stan a minority character and don't consider their racist/sexist writing canon in which case, same, you're the best ppl in this fandom)💀 or referencing fanon as canon and telling ppl to go read more comics 💀
Anyways the takeaways I've come out with are, this debate between the two is more than just morals, they've both wronged each other, and trying to simplify it down into victim and abuser is just - missing nuance and ignoring their full histories in my opinion and kinda just ends up flattening both characters and making both of them less relatable
#this post was brought to you by: I'm tired of seeing dumb takes on my reccomend dash#*screeches into the void* the whole batfam is problamatic it's literally fine#personally my take is jason giving up guns is ooc he's too dramatic for that shit#time to make the stans go brr#here we go have my unsolicited opinions#batfam#bruce wayne#jason todd#violence#blood#child abuse#negativity
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Misery Loves Company
CW: Whumpee and caretaker held captive, defiant/conditioned whumpee, restrained, prison cells, knocked unconscious
“HEY! Let me out of here! Pleease!” Whumpee sobbed, banging their fists on the rusted prison bars.
They breathed a tired breath as their arms fell slack, they were dehydrated, starving and exhausted.
“Do us all a favor and kindly shut up!” Whumper hissed, as the door clattered open. Whumpee jumped back and squished themselves into the corner. Another person, whose arms were bound behind them was thrown in, their chest skidding on the floor with a grunt.
“Try not to annoy your new friend here as much as you annoy me.” Whumper sneered, slamming and locking the door.
“Ah-.. Ow...” The person whimpered, struggling to get on their knees. They glanced up at their new ‘roommate’, hoping for an ally, but all they got were mistrusting frightened eyes that stared them down.
“W-who are you?!” Whumpee shouted with accusation.
“I-.. I’m an agent.” They huffed, finally getting their knees under them as they straightened with posture, queuing Whumpee to curl into their corner even more defensively.
They finally got a some-what good look at Whumpee, who never once took their cold eyes off them. “Hey... You’re that missing person!” They exclaimed.
“W-what?” They blinked.
“You’re all over the news! The world is looking for you! I’M looking for you! That’s-!... Kinda how I got caught.” Their head fell a little. "Glad to see you’re alive, we were starting to think you, uh.. You weren't aliv-” They cut themselves off. “It doesn’t matter! I’m going to try and get us out of here. Can you tell me about this place? Weak points?” They asked.
“I-.. I don’t believe you.” Whumpee crossed their arms and turned their head away.
“What? Why not? Look, I can show you my ID.” They shuffled their bound hands into their back pocket, then their face turned white.
“Uhh, okay, so they may have taken my ID, but-”
“Oh of course they did.” Whumpee scoffed.
Caretaker sighed as they slumped their back against the bars. “I don’t understand, why don’t you trust me? I'm here to help." They questioned.
“Because! Whumper does... Things here. They like to mess with me, test me, torment me! You’re just another mind game. I’m not falling for it... Not this time.” They whimpered, using their shoulder to wipe a tear away before it had a chance to escape.
“I’m sorry...” Caretaker sighed, resting their head on the bar, closing their eyes.
Then their eyes shot open when they felt something against their head. They rose to their feet, scaring Whumpee at the sudden movement, but they used their hands to feel around the bars.
“What are you doing?” Whumpee asked, taking weary shuttered breath.
“Getting you out of here.” They smirked, finding a sharp part in the rusted lock. They moved the ropes up and down as it made a scraping noise. Whumpee shook their head.
“I’ve already tried that, it doesn’t work.”
“Just wait.” They huffed, moving the ropes faster until-
*SNAP*
“Yes!” Caretaker cheered, holding their hands in front of them to pull off the broken ropes from each wrist.
“WHAT?!” Whumpee shrieked. “B-b-but I tried that already!”
“Yeah, you have to push pretty hard.” Caretaker shrugged. Whumpee’s eyes narrowed. “.. Are you saying I’m weak?”
“Wh-! No! Of course not! I’m just saying... You uh, been in here a long time! You’re exhausted is all.” They nervously smiled. Whumpee’s eyes only turned sad as they looked at their crossed legs.
“How long have I?... You know.. Been here?”
Caretaker froze for a moment. Mostly from sadness that Whumpee had no concept of time. Most people count the days like their life depends on it and scratch numbers into walls. They crouched down in front of Whumpee who shied away.
“Thirty-seven days, give or take.”
“Th-thirty da-...!?” Whumpee repeated, their voice broke from weakness and horror. “It’s been over a month!?” Tears started streaming down their face as they hid it between their knees against their chest.
“Wh-whumper told me it was t-two weeks... I knew something felt wrong!” They said, sobbing.
“I’m sorry...” Caretaker said, rising to their feet to study the room, every corner, every dent on the bars, every loose brick. Their eyes caught a crooked bar in the tiny window at the top.
“That’s our way out. It’s weakened.” They pointed.
“Yeah, that's weakened because I hammered on it with a rock for a whole night straight.” Whumpee curled in on themselves.
“Really? Where’s the rock?” Caretaker regretted asking as Whumpee’s face fell.
“Whumper took it...”
“...After they beat me with it.”
“Oh.” Caretaker sighed sadly. They climbed up to the bar, giving it a jostle as dirt and pebbles crumbled around it. It let out an ear-wrenching squeaking sound as Whumpee cringed.
“Please don’t! We’ll get caught!” They cried.
“They can’t catch us if we’re not here.” They smirked, the squeaking getting louder and louder until-
*POP*
“Are you kidding me!?” Whumpee yelled with frustration as the bar came off. They let out an agonizing groan as they let their head hit the back wall.
“Hey, you loosened it up for me.” Caretaker sympathetically smiled. “Come on, you first.” Caretaker hopped down and reached a hand out. Whumpee’s eyes darted from their hand, to their face with a skeptical look.
“I still don’t trust you...” They murmured.
“That’s understandable. Now up you go.” Caretaker grabbed their arm and pulled them to their feet as they let out a tiny yelp. They untied the bindings from their wrists as Whumpee squirmed around.
“No! I can’t! They’ll hurt me!” Whumpee struggled.
“Only if you’re not here! Let's go!” They gave them a ‘I’m not giving you a choice’ smile.
There was a bang on the door as Whumper barged in.
“What are you little rats doing?! I told you to be qui-” They cut themselves off when they saw the missing bar, and Caretaker trying to pull Whumpee up the window, both frozen in place staring at them with wide guilty eyes.
Whumper instantly fumbled for the lock on the keys, muttering and cursing under their breath incoherently.
“Go! Go now!” Caretaker yelled, grabbing Whumpee and desperately trying to get them through the window.
“But-!” They weren't given a moment to argue, before they were pushed through the window. They felt dirt and soft fresh grass on the palm of their hands as their knees hit the ground. Their eyes widened as they slowly ran their hands through the soil and grass, taking a breath of fresh air.
‘'C’mon, C’mon!” Caretaker encouraged themselves, as they struggled to climb up the window by themselves. They made it halfway before hands dug into their legs from behind, ripping them back as they hit the floor of the cell.
“You! What have you done!?” Whumper yelled, their face red and painted with hatred. They grabbed their shirt collar and arched their back off the floor before landing a blow to their face.
“Since you let my little bird go, I guess I’ll need a replacement! It’s only fair.” They hissed, grabbing Caretaker’s legs and dragging them from the cell.
“Pl-please.. wait.’ Caretaker rasped weakly, dazed from the hit.
In a blink of the eyes, the hands clawing at them disappeared, replaced with the room shaking at the weight that hit the floor.
“Wha-?” Caretaker blinked their eyes several times, staring at the blurry image of Whumpee, standing over Whumper’s unconscious body. They stood trembling, gasping for air while wielding the broken bar from the window.
“I’m sorry!” Whumpee cried, dropping the bar to cover their face in shame.
“I’m s-so sorry I di-didn’t believe you!” They fell to their knees as they cried, exhaustion enveloping their body.
“It’s... It’s alright.” Caretaker grunted as they hazelly pushed themselves up, wobbling as they slid themselves over to Whumpee. They instantly collapsed against Caretaker’s chest, who caught them and gently held them in their arms.
“Lets get out of here for real them time, eh?”
Whumpee sniffled as they nodded.
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LoZ AU- The Courage of Running Away Part TWENTY-NINE
Previous post is here!!!
This is another mostly-prose-with-illustrations post and most of the wrap posts are going to be the same because there’s a lot to cover.
#AU August
#LoZ AU: The Courage of Running Away
Dinravi stabs Nightmare Demise and sends lightning through the blade. As Nightmare Demise fades he suddenly grins, teeth all sharp:
[Image Description: Nightmare Demise is laying on his back, grinning as smoke hisses around him. “Maybe NEXT TIME, Little Prince,” he says. Dinravi frowns down at him. “In DEMISE’S Nightmares, perhaps,” he says. End ID.]
(Note: I did not expect Dinravi to say that.)
Link manages that second blow, and Fierce Deity stumbles back, still smiling the same as before.
[Image Description: Fierce Deity puts his hand to his chest and closes his eyes, black blood trickling thick from one side of his smile. He fades away. Link, who’s gained a bruised cheek and a cut lip since we’ve last seen, stares at him in some confusion and mixed emotion. End ID.]
At last, together, all three Triforce bearers turn their power on the God's Nightmare in the center of the room along with Eltani and Ghirahim, and with Hylia's Light Queen Zelda closes the tear in reality.
Zelda rushes to the sacristy to check on her daughter. Astramorus is coming through the door to the tunnels as she makes it there, the pendant with the Moon Pearl over his shoulder, the book of spells under his arm, looking exhausted, and they stop to stare at one another for half a breath.
"... Where is Serenumbra?" Zelda asks him.
Astramorus's face twists and then he holds up a limp creature, some sort of snake with a skull for a face that is definitely not a snake's skull.
"We scuffled," he says, as if that explains everything. "He's alive and I'm GOING to change him back, but your Majesty I'm not a young man, this seemed like an easier way to get him back up here."
[Image Description: Astramorus, looking very done and with the Moon Pearl over his shoulder and the magic book under his arm, presents with his other hand a snake with a human skull that appears to be attempting to constrict his arm. The snake is labeled “Snakenumbra.” End ID.]
Queen Zelda stares at him with the schooled expression of someone who has made a career of not laughing at the wrong moment.
"We'll discuss this when we get to your sentencing for attacking Prince Dinravi," she says, and Astramorus shrugs.
"I think you know I didn't go after him because of that," he answers.
[Image Description: Link sits on one of the stone beds in the Sanctuary and leans back on his hands. Ghirahim settles down next to him. Link side eyes him.
"You look terrible," he says.
"Thanks for noticing," Ghirahim answers with a tired smile. "You look WORSE."
Dinravi, off panel, sends a "Leave him alone, Ghirahim," in their direction. End ID.]
"No I've decided that I like this one," Ghirahim shoots back. "We fought a hinox and an eldritch nightmare together and I think he might be a little crazy." He grins at Link, teeth all sharp. "I learned my lesson with the first of you," he says, "The spirit of the hero does something funny to your heads, it's entertaining when it's not frustrating."
Link stares at him and then rubs the mark on his hand. "I thought this was some kind of mistake, actually," he admits.
Ghirahim gives him a flat look as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "I threw your father off a roof and you were ready to kill me, I could see it in your face," he says. "You epitomize your predecessor's foolishness."
Link is absolutely not sure how to take that.
Astramorus thumbs through the book of magic and finds the counter to the spell Serenumbra used to put the princesses to sleep, waking them.
"Well now, Dove," Queen Zelda says, "you're safe now," and Princess Zelda, who'd been holding it together so well, falls into her mother's arms.
Princess Hilda stares at them silently for a moment before saying "I'm so deeply sorry for the trouble Lord Serenumbra has caused."
Princess Zelda pulls away and asserts, "She had no idea, Mother."
Queen Zelda gives Hilda a rueful smile. "You know, I have another arm if you need it."
Hilda is taller than Queen Zelda (she's quite a tall girl) but that doesn't matter; she buries her face in the older woman's neck and begins to sob.
"There now, that's better," Queen Zelda says.
[Image Description: Hilda is folded over Zelda Sr and sobbing into her hands on Zelda’s shoulder, while Zelda Jr is leaning into Zelda Sr’s other shoulder and crying more quietly, giving Hilda a tired and fond look. Queen Zelda has her arms wrapped around both girls and is making a serious thoughtful face, thinking: “So how do I explain to my husband that I’m adopting the ruler of a neighboring country this time.” End ID.]
Then, at Hilda's insistence, they restore the proper shapes of the Scarred Woman and the Burly Man.
"On the love of Hylia, your highness," the Scarred Woman promises Hilda, "I'll never take another order not from your kind lips."
Queen Zelda purses hers. "I think being turned into.... That. Was more than enough punishment for the part you two played in this mess," she decides. "As for Serenumbra himself-"
Serenumbra's shape is being restored by Astramorus as she says this and he barely waits for a human tongue to open his mouth. "Princess Hilda," he says, smiling paternally, "I was only acting in what I saw as your best interests-"
"Shut up," Hilda cuts him off. She looks like she's ready to cry again. "Your Majesty, do as you please with him, I never want to see him again."
"I helped raise you-" Serenumbra starts, and it's Astramorus who cuts him off this time:
"Don't make me hit you with this book again, Seren," he says.
"I think his fate is my right, at this point." This is Eltani. "He would have had my son either murdered or seduced by a demon to spread bloodshed across Hyrule."
"Well, he's only a little more than half demon now," Serenumbra starts to say.
"What." Ghirahim says.
"I pulled some human emotion into him to make him more manageable," Serenumbra continues as if he hadn't spoken. "There was plenty around the castle, Hilda's a very nice girl."
Hilda gets up and leaves while Ghirahim leans directly into Serenumbra's face and starts screaming at him.
[Image Description: Ghirahim saying his fuckin piece. He has one hand braced on the wall behind Serenumbra, who is flinching back, while Ghirahim holds his other hand- shape shifted into claws- in a position ready to grab and tear. Ghirahim is absolutely screaming, although some of the dialogue is cut off. End ID.]
The dialogue isn’t in the image description because I’m going to share the entire thing including cut-off parts here: “You awful disgusting little man daring to toy with the magnificent Ghirahim even THINKING to tamper with MY PERSON I should cut you to pieces and leave you with your heart still beating in the sun for the lizalfos in the desert to find and we’d see whose problem I was THEN I swear on my last master’s ashes if it wasn’t for my prince you’d already be gutted on the floor for this but you’re not worthy of bleeding on the same carpet that’s touched his feet and that you dared to assume that your disgusting machinations would even work on him proves what a pathetic fool you really are-”
Eventually Dinravi pulls him gently away. "I knew there was something wrong," Ghirahim mutters, then says, "Eltani tell your son to let me kill him I'll never backtalk you again."
"Tempting, even if I don't believe that," Eltani admits. "Zelda?"
Queen Zelda shrugs. "He's all yours, dear."
Finally, finally Serenumbra's smug face drops. "Well, at least my dear old friend will be keeping me company on the gallows," he says nastily, looking at Astramorus.
Astramorus seems unmoved; Link on the other hand is immediately worried, looking to Queen Zelda and Eltani, who both look a bit thoughtful.
Eltani says, "Well, no, he's certainly exiled from Gerudo City, but I think I'm willing to go with the idea that he was acting under duress."
"Seren didn't actually tell me to-" Astramorus starts to say, but she holds up a hand.
"Even now you're calling him a fond nickname," she says sadly. Astramorus looks surprised to have this pointed out.
"I'm willing to acknowledge the help he's been since the incident," Zelda says. "But we'll discuss it back in Hyrule. Lord Astramorus has only done good here in Lorule, it's unfair to sentence him here, especially on the heels of the battle he helped win."
"I think that's fair," Eltani agrees, and with that I'm wrapping the post because holy wow it got long lol
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Dick is *biromantic demisexual. (Not going to let them turn him into a thot for a whole other gender just because just about every writer since Dixon has liked the idea of him screwing everything on two legs. Kyle Higgins is good boy though. Grant Morrison would be good child if not for other things.)
I will always do my best to respect other peoples' headcanons about characters' sexualities and gender, but I would appreciate the same in return. I'm aware of why many people headcanon Dick as biromantic demisexual, but the specific lines Dick has said about his views on sex and love and needing to have feelings for someone before he has sex with them, like in those specific iterations, the way those lines are said? They are not mutually exclusive with non-demi interpretations of bisexuality because plenty of bisexual people who ID specifically as bisexual, are only comfortable having sex with people they have feelings for. And yes, I'm familiar with the nuances of demisexuality as described to me by many people who identify as such, but singular lines like the ones we're referring to Dick having said? Can apply to more than one orientation or sexuality. There's sizable overlap in play here.
There is also the fact that many people change their views or approach to love and sex and relationships at MULTIPLE points throughout their lives, for a variety of reasons. (Such as many rape survivors, for instance, going through periods of hyper-sexuality in the aftermath of their assault as part of attempts to find a new footing or new normal once their previous self-perception and how they interact with romance and sexuality had undergone serious upheaval).
These are complicated and personal topics, and its one thing to ask people to respect an example of representation AS IS, even if it butts up against their own personal wishes for representation for how they specifically identify. As an example.....I'm a lifelong Bobby Drake fan. I've always identified heavily with him and projected on him, and as such, I headcanoned him as bisexual like myself for a good fifteen years or so before he was officially identified as gay in canon. Even though I had years and years of perceiving Bobby as bi, due to stories that did not contradict or invalidate that perception of him while still allowing for him to explore same gender attraction.....once he was officially established as gay, and not bi, my personal desire to see him as bi or previously perceiving him as bi does not justify attempting to speak over the fact that he was officially made representation for an identity that has a great deal of OVERLAP with my own, but is not specifically the same as I ID as.
Now, jokes about not taking DC’s verdict on things aside (and that was a mistake to be flippant about because yeah, I do actually think its important to acknowledge OFFICIAL representation on face value, and the joke I made was more about just not accepting the idea of characters being straight - because straightness, with the exception of trans straight inviduals, is not a marginalization and thus it needs no representation and doesn’t suffer an actual LOSS of representation by people not viewing the characters as straight, so I am interested in taking this time to clarify my view on that and I’ll be less flippant about that in the future)....
Point being, if Dick is written canonically LABELING himself biromantic demisexual, I am more than willing to shift my language and depictions of him accordingly. But he has not done so, and authoritatively declaring that the things pointed to as proof of that identity - but which have sizable overlap with many bisexual individuals' views of their own sexualities - does not actually MAKE him the former rather than the latter, at least not in such a way as to justify people speaking over each other in their desire to see their personal marginalization or self-image thereof, like, affirmed and validated through this character we both happen to identify strongly with.
So I'm never going to tell you that you're wrong for perceiving Dick as biromantic demisexual, or that I'm right and he's definitively bisexual, I'm simply saying my post only expressed that I've always headcanoned Dick as bisexual, and as such, I'm not remotely thrilled with this response in my inbox. I don't have the right to invalidate your view of Dick's sexuality because my own differs. The same is true of you, however.
And frankly, there's a lot about this ask that I don't love, implications wise, and I'm not all that interested in parsing it down to see where this just got off on the wrong foot with me and thus I'm reading more biphobia into it than is actually there or if like, the implications I'm reading here as to how you view bisexuality are actually there.
So instead I'll just say please read back your own ask, and with all of the above in mind, consider why this was not the best way to add follow up to a bisexual guy simply posting that he's always viewed Dick as bisexual, and what exactly about this rubbed the wrong way and sparked irritation.
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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 ▼
((originally posted on my Wattpad, cinnamon_opal))
★ Warnings: Some angst, SMUT!!!
★Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmAZWKdCvmII
(Wanna Be Adored by The Stone Roses)
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𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 you like this. Tears streaming, hair messed up from how many times you've run your hands through it, and your body quivering in dread. You were so lost. All you could think about is what you did wrong. You two stood in the kitchen for an hour now.
"What did I do, Timothée?" You sobbed, trying to wipe away tears, new ones replacing the old, "Why?"
"I'm sorry, I just...," he hesitated, "You just can't keep up with my life. I'm always away and you said it yourself, you want to see me more but you can't,"
"So that's what this is about? Tim, you've been in so many legendary movies to supply your life of luxury for at least another 30 years!" You were now angry, your emotions blinding you, "You're breaking up with your fiancé for a career that's plummeting??"
"Excuse me, plummetting? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Timothée paused and walked towards you and got so close, it frightened you as you bit the inside of your cheek, wishing you could turn back time.
"Everyone knows that your career is dropping. Your golden days are over, Tim. But you can't let go of that! Everybody knows it." You were now fighting back, raising your voice, "Maybe if you actually went on social media a little more, you could find article upon article talking about how everything is over. The roles you're booking are shit." You poked your finger at him angrily, an offended expression crossing Timothée's face.
"What the fuck do you know? I am one of the biggest names in Hollywood right now. This is what I've always wanted. You want me to throw away my dreams because you want to pump out a few babies and get married? I'm not meant for the white picket fence life that you dream of having!" his voice raised as well, his bare feet pacing across the wooden floor of the kitchen area.
You were now livid. You stomped towards the bedroom, wiping away the tears, no longer feeling like crying.
"Where are you going?" timothée asked annoyed.
"Stay there." You hissed in response, opening the door to your shared room and going right over to your bedside table and opened the top drawer and grabbed a magazine. A Hollywood gossip magazine. You had been meaning to bring this up for a few days.
You walked quickly back into the kitchen, slamming the magazine on the counter across from the one he was leaning against.
"Okay then, Mr. Hotshot, what the fuck is that?" You asked pointing to the cover of the magazine. It showed an image of Timothée with his arm around another girl - a pornstar - as they exited a limousine, the city behind them looking to be Los Angeles.
"Is that what you were doing on your 'work trip'?" You air-quoted, poison seeping from your mouth.
"Babe, you look way too much into this kinda garbage, you really believe this shit?" He asked, taking the magazine and slamming it back down.
"Then who the fuck is she, Timothée??!!" You were boiling over now, Tim seemingly doing the same thing. "WHO?" you pushed him back. You continued to push him until his back hit the counter edge.
"WE FUCKED, OKAY?" He yelled at you, pushing you gently back, "IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR?"
Your world stopped. Everything felt unreal as you felt as if a million pounds was just added to your chest, feeling as if you couldn't breathe. The tears began to spill from your eyes again as your eyes met his. His were also brimming with tears. You two stood in silence, staring at each other, not even knowing what the other would say next.
"Did you really?" You finally broke the silence, your eye contact breaking as you looked at the floor.
There was a long pause, "Yes." He finally said.
You sink down on your knees, not even knowing what to say.
"It didn't mean anything, I swear-"
"Would you have ever told me?" You interrupted him, "Or would you have taken it to your grave?"
He stayed silent.
"Then why Timothée?" You were so heartbroken that your mind was going fuzzy, "Then why did you fuck a PORNSTAR??"
You couldn't help it, but you felt a wave of self-consciousness. He made love to her over you.
"Because you weren't there." He replied, guilt seeping from his words.
"Wow." Was all you could say. You stood up, brushing yourself off.
You then went back into the bedroom, grabbed a duffle bag from the closet, packing him some clothes, phone charger, toothbrush, etc. Storming back into the kitchen, you slammed down the duffle bag onto the ground.
"I want you out." Your eyes tearing up and your voice cracking, "Have fun with your porno slut, you asshole." You stood over the bag, Timothée staring at you in disbelief.
"Is this what you really want?"
"Just get the fuck out of my apartment. I'll get you the rest of your shit later. I just want you out." You were full-on sobbing at this point.
He stared at you blankly.
"Did I fucking stutter?" You cried, picking up the back and shoving to him, taking his arm, and dragging him to the door, "Get the fuck out!!" You screamed, shoving him out into the apartment complex's hallway and slamming the door behind you, your back against the door.
You sobbed harder, sinking down, your heart shattered, feeling so guilty for everything although you did nothing wrong. What the hell were you going to do now?
It was several weeks since you kicked Tim out. The tabloids were everywhere, people wanting answers and interviews with you to find out what happened. Thank god Tim still respected your privacy, because you were never going to talk about that kind of thing with the press. He had sent a friend of his to pick up his things, trying not to talk to you. When he was sober at least. At least 4 times a week, Timothée would call you laving drunk voicemails, pleading you to talk to him and allow him to explain.
Just like tonight.
You sat on the couch watching a show in your sweatpants and sweatshirt, trying to pull your mind away from the fact that the person you wanted most wasn't there with you.
Suddenly your phone rang, making you jump, reaching over to pick it up. The caller ID was as to be expected.
You pushed the green button, pressing the phone up to your ear. You were silent for a second until you spoke up.
"What do you want, Timothée?" You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear and for the phone microphone to pick up.
"Baby?" you heard shuffling on the other line, "Baby, h-hey...," he said softly. Just as you had expected. Drunk.
"Do you need something?"
"I just... wanted to call. To just hear your voice. I just... god, I love you. I'm so sorry, baby, I-" he sounded so sad.
"I'm gonna stop you right there, Timothée." You sat up on your couch, "You say that you love me... just tell me that when you're sober, okay?"
"Baby, please don't go," he whined, desperate for a simple conversation.
"I have to. Call me in the morning."
"No, no, don't you dare hang up this call," he would say through his teeth, getting angry.
"Goodbye, Tim."
"NO, LISTEN, DON'T-" he was cut off from you pressing the red button that hangs up the call.
You sighed, not in the mood for the TV show that was playing anymore. You stood up, turning the TV off and walking back into your bedroom, slumping down on the bed. You pulled the covers over you as tears began to sting your eyes the more you thought about the conversation you were just having. How empty your apartment felt after he was no longer there. Fuck.
Soon enough, you fell into pain-numbing sleep, escaping from what seemed like an endless spiral of negative feelings.
Bang.
The first time you heard it, you were still in a sleep-induced state, thinking it was nothing.
BANG.
Okay, it was definitely something. You slowly sat up out of bed, your bare feet touching the carpet and patting over and out into the kitchen area, hearing the noise again.
"Open up, baby, please, come onnnnn, just open the doooor," a voice on the other side of the door. You didn't even need any hints to know who was on the outside.
"Open the fucking door, babe, I know you're in there," he raised his voice, banging on the door more. Now you had to open up the door before he woke up all your neighbors.
You turned the knob, opening the door a crack. Immediately the smell of alcohol permitted your senses, almost making you gag.
"What is it, Tim."
"Baby, please let me in, I just wanna talk, please baby, I need to talk to you,"
Jesus, he looked like a mess. His hair was messed up to all hell, bags under his eyes, a dirty sweatshirt and black sweatpants. He was pale and looked ill. That's when you spotted the open wound on his forehead. It looked like something you got when you got a bottle hit over your head. You didn't even want to know.
You sighed, thinking you were going to regret this later. You opened the door, pulling him inside.
"We're going to the bathroom," you said, his hand holding yours as you guided him to the hall, his body stumbling back and forth, trying to regain balance. You opened the bathroom door, sitting him on the counter.
A few seconds later, you got some disinfectant and a few other things to help make him look less...that. You took off his hoodie that had its fair amount of stains on it. After you had finally finished, you ordered him to take a shower to help him sober up at least a little bit.
You sat there reading a book on the bed, waiting for him to find his way out of the bathroom. You heard the bathroom door open, Tim walking out with sweatpants he had left at the apartment. You had put his other clothes in the wash.
"Hey, uh... I'm done with the shower," he said, your gaze going to him and away from the page of your book.
You nodded your head in confirmation, Tim smiling, trying to act like there wasn't anything wrong.
"You can spend the night on the couch if you want, just until you sober up." you offered.
Timothée stopped and smiled, you could have sworn you saw him tear up, "Even when people are so cruel to you, you always had kindness in your heart for them."
It astounded him that even after everything he'd done, everything he'd said, you still went out of your way to care for him.
"Words can't describe how sorry I am, I...," this time his tears were threatening to fall.
As much as you hated to admit it, you still loved him and cared for him. You still had a soft spot for him, despite the fact he had done things to you that should never be done to another human being. You could see that he was having a hard time without you. He was a mess, and you could see it when he walked in.
You closed your book and sat up off the bed, opening your arms, motioning him to embrace you. He gave a weak smile, tears finally falling as he walked over to you, taking a seat next to you on the bed as you wrapped your arms around him, his head burying itself into your neck as he began to cry, your hand rubbing his back.
His nose grazed your neck as he lifted his head to give a small kiss to your neck, the pecks continuing to progress, soon turning into passionate kisses along your throat, making you squirm. You couldn't lie, you missed moments like these. Intimate moments.
"Timothée," you started, not wanting to take advantage of his tipsy state.
"Shh, baby, just let me make you feel good," he continued, going down a little lower, nipping and sucking on your collar bone.
"Timothée, you're drunk," you pushed him back slightly, his eyes meeting yours.
"I've wanted nothing more than to come over and show you how much you meant to me. I know I fucked up, and I want nothing more than to take everything back. But without you, I'm so lost. I can't think. You're my everything," he paused, taking your hand in his, "Just please, let me show you how much I need you,"
You nodded your head slowly and quietly. His lips attached to yours, a feeling you had been longing for ever since you shoved him out the door. He began to undress you, throwing your shirt to the side, exposing your breasts making him curse under his breath, his mouth attaching to them almost immediately, swirling his tongue around them, making you release an erotic mewl, the sounds only driving him to kiss down your stomach.
Once he reached the hem of your leggings, he put his fingers underneath the waistband, pulling down both your underwear and pants in one swift movement, making you gasp as he discarded of them quickly, his long fingers grasping the inside of your thighs, gently prodding them apart, completely exposing you.
He slowly leaned his head down to where you wanted him most, his tongue giving you a rough kitten lick right on your clit, making you whine in anticipation. You loved how he knew your body so well, even better than you did.
Your hands found their way to his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, beckoning him to continue. He then took your small hands from his hair and put them in his hands as he began to go down on you, licking and sucking your pussy, making you moan out and grab his hands tighter, his thumb sub-consciously smoothing over the back of your hand, making your legs tingle and your fingers twitch.
"Fuck, Tim," you sighed, his tongue finding its way inside you, making you bite your lip.
"You taste so good, baby," he groaned, the vibrations making you moan out, your head burying itself in the back into the pillows as your eyes began to roll back.
He then detached one of his hands from yours, inserting two fingers, replacing his tongue, making you moan louder, a familiar knot beginning to form, your pussy tingling as he continued to work you, your mind going fuzzy.
"FucK - g-gonna... cum-," you gasped out in parts, Timothée now inserting his fingers quicker and quicker.
Your legs began to shake as you began to release, Timothée taking out his fingers, watching you - marveling - in the sight that he caused. Your back was arched, your hair slightly messy, lips swollen, cum gushing out of your entrance. Your mouth hung open as loud primal moans escaped your mouth, making you feel amazing.
Once you had calmed down, he moved up, pressing a loving kiss to your lips as you kissed back, your hands once again going to his hair, his body pressed up against yours. He then swung his leg over your body so he was straddling you, his head going down and sucking your neck as he lines himself up.
He pauses, looking into your eyes, "I missed you, baby, I missed you so fucking much," he mutters, beginning to insert himself, making you grab onto his arms.
When he fully inserted himself, you let out a small exhale, his lips meeting yours as be gave you time to adjust. It had been a while.
After he paused, he waited for your nod to continue, which you anxiously allowed, determined to have him make you reach nirvana. You were's disappointed, his thrusts gaining speed quickly, more erotic mewls and groans erupting from your chest, only egging him on to continue... to go faster.
"Fuck, I missed you," he breathed, "I missed this tight fuckin pussy. My tight fuckin pussy. Nobody can make me feel the way you do, baby."
His words mixed with the knot once again tightening in your stomach was almost too much, the need for a climax almost painful, as you felt him get close as well. Your core clenched, making his bite his lip, his head going to the side of your neck, going fast as he could manage, which made the feelings in your pussy all the more mind-numbing.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered out, making him groan in confirmation.
"Me too baby,"
Suddenly, you felt your legs twitch, your body seizing up so much your muscles felt week, your eyes rolling back as you saw stars in your eyelids. You reached your rapture with complete and utter bliss, Timothée climaxing inside of you, knowing you were on birth control.
He helped you ride out your orgasm as well as his own. Your head was so clouded at this point, you didn't even know where to begin. He pulled out, laying down next to you, pulling you close as your body shook slightly from the leftover pleasure still coursing through your body.
"We don't have to talk about this now," he started.
"Shut up, don't ruin the moment," you snapped with a smile on your face.
"I love you," he said gently, his hands playing with your hair.
"Goodnight, Timothée."
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bro, work made me depressed that I literally left my seat to regain any resemblance of joy or something equivalent before breaking down again. Do you think you can provide a ficlet I involving Peter and Sam to cheer me up?
FUCK CAPITALISM
TAKE THIS
Title: Calibrating
Summary: Sam and Peter talk themselves towards a meaningful discussion.
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Peter did this thing—this infuriating thing where he texted shit like ‘come over’ and then Sam had to bend over backwards to be flirty and coy.
It was imperative that he came across as flirty and coy.
Im-fucking-perative, regardless of what Leilani said or Matt’s annoyance at what he called the ‘jungle of depravity’ that overtook the group chat pretty much daily.
Sam didn’t care.
If Peter texted the group or sent any message that might be construed upside-down as something romantic or sexual, Sam not only had to catch it, but he had to volley it back.
This, he told Leilani, sealed their No-Homo contract.
She stared at him.
He decided to demonstrate.
“See, here, look, I’ll show you,” he said, dragging out his phone. “Exhibit A. There he is, see? Asking about the strength of PVC pipe in pounds per meter like a fuckin’ tease. Now I can’t just let him think that I saw that and didn’t think of it as a metaphor, alright? So I say—”
“Sam, why does he need to know the strength of PVC pipe?” Leilani interrupted.
It didn’t matter. That wasn’t the point of this discussion.
“I’m sending a winky-face,” Sam informed her as he did that very thing.
Leilani stared harder than before.
But look, skepticism was unrewarded. Peter texted a kiss right back and said ‘oh boo, you always know just want to say.’
How could she not see the No-Homo? Sam could do this all day. He could and there would be absolutely no problems and he wouldn’t want to suffocate himself in his pillow at the end of it all.
It was fine.
“Samuel,” Leilani said, “I’m going to tell you something and I want you to hear it with an open heart. Will you open your heart for me?”
Sam spun around in his chair and arranged his arms and legs so that they were as open as they could feasibly be without being obscene.
“I am more open than a boiled clam,” he informed her.
Leilani blinked slowly, then shook her head and checked over her shoulders. She waved him in closer. Then closer. And then close enough that he could smell her perfume on her neck.
“You’re the tease,” she said.
Then she left the backroom. And Sam could only stare after her, frozen in horror as his wide-open heart wrinkled in on itself, picking up mass and gravity until it was naught but a black hole.
“I’m the tease?” he whispered to himself in shock.
Oh no.
OH NO.
--
“SENSEI.”
Matt dropped his collection of folders and swore, clutching at his chest.
“We have discussed volume, Sam,” he said, bending down to collect his paper children.
Sam took the opportunity to throw both arms around his neck from behind as a threat.
“Don’t lie,” he warned. “Swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, amen.”
Matt stood up and Sam felt his toes leave the floor. He hadn’t planned this far ahead.
“Or what?” Matt asked, 110% unfazed.
Sam wished that his feet weren’t kicking around in air here. It really put a dent in his intimidation factor.
“Am I a tease?” he asked.
Matt faced front with heavy eyebrows. Sam couldn’t see his face from this angle, but he knew that aura of irritation.
“If you have to ask the question, then you already know the answer,” Matt said. “Does that help?”
“No, I hate you now, actually,” Sam told him.
Matt dropped him right on his ass.
--
There had to be a way to attain proof. To determine once and for all that it was Sam who was in the wrong here, misinterpreting things like the genius that he was.
Thankfully, Sam’s experience of growing up as a non-only child for the last two decades had prepared him exactly for this type of conversation.
SC: HANNAH AM I A TEASE???
HC: yes
HC: next question
SC: FUCK.
SC: WHAT IF ITS NOT NO-HOMO?
HC: my dear brother, the only options if something is not no-homo is for it to be no-no or homo-homo.
SC: Murder me
HC: gladly
SC: I’m in possible homo-homo with spiderman
HC: are you sure it’s not no-no?
SC: MURDER ME
HC: okay but like if it’s no-no then this is not a problem, right?
SC: If it’s no-no then I’ve read every sign wrong and I deserve to become a partially eaten tadpole awash in an indifferent boiling sea
HC: okay so we’re leaning INTO the drama today I gotcha. Alright but like, just for the sake of arguing, what if it was homo-homo?
SC: then I need you to bury my body somewhere no one will ever find it because my heart can’t stand requited love you know this about me.
HC: give me your login
SC: thank you I love you you’re the only person who matters
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BT: Spiderman.
SM: Blindspot. DMing? You okay?
BT: this is Hannah.
SM: OH
SM: hi Hannah are you okay? Did you need something?
BT: My brother never got tested for reading comprehension but would have failed anyways. Can you arbitrate an arbitrary argument for us?
SM: I’m positive that there is a link between those two ideas that I am missing, but sure?
BT: okay are you ready?
SM: my loins have been girded.
BT: gross. you two are made for each other. Okay: what are your opinions on 24yo Chinese dudes with bad vision who are 5’7” tall, with terrible hair and brains as big and gaseous as Jupiter?
SM: positive
BT: you’re so romantic spidey.
SM: I know
BT: I’m going to tell him now
SM: WAIT DON’T TELL HIM
BT: byeeeeeee
--
Sam was going to have a heart attack. He couldn’t look at his phone. He was just going to lay here until he wasted away into a fossil.
Mm, yes, what a wonderful way to escape any and all feelings. That was—
His phone chirped and he nearly fell out of his chair in a hurry to answer it.
HC: [image] [image]
HC: you owe me your bones
SC: AFASDFADFAS:FJaf’asdfjahsdlfihasdl’fas
SC: TAKE THEM
HC: if you fuck spiderman you have to get pregnant and demand alimony for your beautiful mixed babies Samuel
SC: Darling sister, we’ve talked about this. it isn’t going to happen I still have yet to steal a womb
HC: try harder
HC: ttyl
--
Okay, this was fine.
Everything was fine.
Spidey liked Sam back, it was no big deal. Spidey liked everyone back. Even the teases.
Even.
The.
Teases.
Fuck, Sam had to move.
--
Foggy caught him biting his nails to pieces over the copy machine and asked him if he was okay. He was not. Foggy could read this off him. He didn’t ask again, but he did say that if Sam was feeling particularly anxious about something he was welcome to go have his breakdown upstairs in Kirsten’s kitchen instead of downstairs among the files.
Sam appreciated his offer. He hiked up the stairs, and halfway up, his phone chirped.
His heart stopped.
It chirped again, and then again. By the time he got to the top of the stairs, it was chirping every couple of seconds with messages being typed and sent at mach speed.
He kicked off his shoes and went to go stand over Kirsten’s sink to open the first one.
PP: Sam it’s peter hey listen your sister messaged me
PP: and was asking some pretty invasive questions and I replied to her. I don’t know if you saw them but I just wanted to say that if that makes you uncomfortable in any way know that I absolutely don’t mind and I’ll stop
PP: you can tell me to fuck off if that crossed your boundaries. I shouldn’t have even messaged her back without asking you
PP: and obviously in future I won’t talk to her until I’ve cleared it with you I just wasn’t thinking I’m never thinking it’s a little hard to think sometimes
PP: especially when you message me back and I get caught up in the games and the emojis and stuff and like I’m sure that sometimes I overstep but I don’t mean to and you can tell me at any point if you want me to stop
PP: I guess I just really like to talk to you sometimes and it’s fun to have someone to banter with who actually banters back like not in a mean way but in a really nice and funny way. you’re an easy guy to talk to is what I’m saying
PP: which I’m sure you get a lot. I don’t mean that I want to like tell you all my problems I swear it’s not that it’s just more of a AHHHHH I don’t even know what I’m saying I think it’s sorry???
PP: I’m sorry??? I don’t mean to imply anything that isn’t there and I don’t want to make you feel like you have to either. Ar e you mad? Please don’t be mad okay wait no I’ve sent like seven fucking messages I’m being a creep oh my god IM SORRY ILL SHUT UP NOW OKAY SORRY BYE
Oh nooooo.
The panic-induced infodump was not only familiar but horrendously endearing.
Sam had to explode now.
Man. Bummer.
SC: it’s okay Peter
PP: OH THANK GOD
PP: is it tho??? Are you sure?
SC: I have positive feelings towards people like you too
Sam’s heart pounded. He almost locked his phone and threw it in the sink, but another text came in just as that thought finished crossing his mind.
PP: you do?
SC: yes of course I do
PP: oh nice
SC: yeah
Annnnnnnd cue mutual nerd awkwardness. Great. Well done, Sam, you’ve done it again.
He sighed and turned away from the sink and sunk down onto the floor with his back against it.
Such a loser, Chung. So painfully awkward. Would it kill you to, just for once, slow down and chill for a minute?
God.
PP: hey sam?
No, Sam just wanted to sit on this floor and wallow.
PP: hello? Are you still there?
--
Sam let his head fall back against the sink. He closed his eyes.
His phone rang in his hand and he nearly had a heart attack. His fingers scrabbled over its face and the caller ID read ‘Peter Parker.’
Oh god.
Oh no.
Be cool. Be cool. Be cool.
“Hello?” he answered to the scratchy phone silence on the other side of the line.
He frowned.
“Hello?” he tried again, a smidge less desperate.
“Hi.”
There he was.
“Hey,” Sam said. “Sorry, just got awkward.”
Peter laughed through the line.
“Me too,” he said. “That was awkward.”
Yeah.
“Yeah.”
A long pause.
“I’m doing it again,” Sam moaned into his hand.
“No, no. Hey, you’re good,” Peter said. “I was just uh. Calling because.” He trailed off.
Sam waited.
“Sam? You still there?”
He startled and cleared his throat.
“Yeah, I’m here,” he said. “Sorry, zoning out a little bit. You know, busy day.”
“Yeah,” Peter said. “Yeah, I know.”
Sam breathed as quietly as he could. He could almost hear Peter doing the same on his end.
“Sorry, I’ve gotta g—” Sam started.
“Hey, do you like me?”
HNG.
“No?” Sam answered and then punched himself in the leg. “Sorry. Uh. I didn’t—I mean, uh. Yes. Of course I like you. You’re a really good person. I admire you a lot.”
Hannah, oh Hannah, where is thine shovel? Sam needed it to dig this grave deeper, please.
“Oh. Okay, I just—I guess I uh, have a hard time reading the tone of your texts sometimes,” Peter said.
“It’s okay, I get that a lot,” Sam said. “I’ll try harder to be more direct.”
“No,” Peter said. “No, no, you don’t have to change anything.”
“Oh? Okay, well. Maybe I still will, though,” Sam said.
If Peter wouldn’t have heard him, he would have started to try to fit his whole fist in his mouth.
Five minutes of conversation and they were still saying nothing.
“Sam?”
He swallowed.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Next time you’re in the city, would you, uh, maybe want to go out somewhere? With me?”
Out? What like, to a movie or something?
“Yeah, just like that,” Peter said. “’Cause I uh. Would like to. Do that, I mean. With you.”
“With me?” Sam asked. “Oh right, and your other friends, uh, names—sorry, I’m bad with names. N-ned?”
“No,” Peter said oddly abruptly. “Well, I mean—I don’t mean it like that. I just—just with you. For now. That’s what I mean.”
“Oh. Uh. Kinda like a date?” Sam asked through the forcefield of self-hatred that felt like it spanned the entire continental US.
There was a pause. Sam held his breath.
“Yeah,” Peter said. “Exactly like a date. If you don’t mind—you know, doing that with me.”
AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
“Are you trying to lure me to a secondary location, Mr. Parker?” Sam asked seriously.
The laugh that met him made all the muscles in his shoulders relax.
“Maybe if the bit at the first location goes well,” Peter said. Then added hurriedly, “If you’re down for that.”
Sam was down for it right now.
Actually, maybe not in Kirsten’s kitchen. But like, right now in a different location.
“If it’s a movie date, we can do it through Netflix Party,” he pointed out faux-lightly. “It wouldn’t be the same, but we could do it this weekend, even. Saturday—I’m off Saturday.”
Peter said nothing for a long time.
“Okay. Saturday,” he finally agreed, “I can do Saturday. Kinda hard to hold your hand through a screen, but I can give it my best shot?”
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffff.
“Oh, I bet you will,” Sam nearly choked.
“You’re really cute, Sam.”
NO. SHUT UP. YOU ARE.
“Thanks.”
“I wanted to kiss you last time you were here, but I was too, uh. Shy. Embarrassed. One of them.”
Sam was going to puke, but in like, the happiest kind of way.
“I like you a lot too, Peter,” he whispered.
“Are you crying?”
“What? No.”
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.”
“Shut up, I’m not. I—the old man’s downstairs, his ears aren’t as good through ceilings, but I just want to make sure—”
“Uh-huh,” Peter said. “I’m sure that’s what it is. So I’ll see you Saturday? Maybe Facetime or something?”
“Yeah, Saturday,” Sam said. “I’ll send you a time when I know. I’ve gotta go. Meltdown-alloted-breaktime is over.”
Peter laughed.
“Alright, man, I’ll talk to you later. Bye now.”
“Bye,” Sam said lamely.
He hung up the phone. He did not scream. But he did fist pump and then fall onto his side.
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Here’s to hoping things get easier for you anon!!
#fic#ficlet#btsm#samuel chung#peter parker#I just love them being awkward nerds with each other#I JUST WANT THEM TO KISS AND THEN CRY A LITTLE ABOUT IT ITS FINE
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