#today i got to the second boss fight but i'm planning to play it more this week :)
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I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡
Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.
I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(
WARNINGS: smut
Word count: 1995
“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”.
“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”.
Your voice… So soft, so innocent…
“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure.
“Water”.
“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around.
“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”.
Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.
“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”.
No. He didn’t want them to take you.
“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”.
“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”.
“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”.
“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”. “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table.
His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling.
“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply.
“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”.
Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were.
“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face. “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”.
“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”.
He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks.
“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”.
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“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow.
He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance…
“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”.
“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you.
“I’m lucky?”.
“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”.
“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”.
“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”.
“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”.
“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”.
What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life.
“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous.
“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist.
Right. This was the moment he started to hate you.
“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks.
How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself.
“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.
“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”.
No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first.
“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”.
“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”.
You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him…
“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.
Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…
“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”.
“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”.
“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression.
He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to.
“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”.
Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking.
“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest. “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”.
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No juegues conmigo // Don't play with me.
Pairing: Spidy!Miguel O'hara x SpidyFem!Reader.
Miguel calls you to his office to tell you he's been hearing you playing with yourself at night. It doesn't go as planned.
Warnings: Dom Miguel. Masturbation. Toy usage. F receiving oral. Fingering. Language. Spanish speaker reader. Degradation. Choking. Biting/Clawing. Praise kink. Angst. Bondage. Please lmk if i gotta add any more warnings. MINORS DNI.
Part 1. / Part 2.
You arrived at your room after an exhausting day at HQ. Lyla woke you up at 7AM claiming that you were required at Miguel's head office. After a cold shower to wake you up you ran, already in a bad mood (since Lyla had insisted it was urgent and you couldn't stop for a coffee, souring your mood). Your arrival was indifferent to your overworked boss.
You knew better than to interrupt him while focused... But after a couple of long minutes had passed you climbed your way next to him on the platform.
"I know you sensed me, Miguel." You said, exasperation tinting your tone.
He barely acknowledged you, only gestured your way with his right hand an holographic screen with the anomaly's details. Opening a portal, you looked at him over your shoulder.
"Siempre un placer." Rolling your eyes, you jumped through.
Trsl: Always a pleasure.
You were so mad you couldn't even notice the blood drippling from his left hand, small crescend cuts opening his palm from where his talons were pressed.
You got back to HQ when everyone was leaving the cafeteria already. You plopped your ass on a bench without bothering to go get some food. Your stomach growled in protest, but you just laid your front against the table. The anomaly had given you some trouble, and you were too sore, AND too mad to get up.
"There you are!" Gwen's voice singed, sitting at your side. She looked at you. "Are you... Okay?"
You groaned in response.
"She's definitely in a mood." Peter B. Parker sat in front of you, with a tray full of pizza that made your had snap.
You snapped the tray out of his hands and starting devouring, trying not to laugh at the face of betrayal staring back at where his tray was a second before. He went back for more food and Gwen looked back at you, a smirk on her face.
"So you were hangry-"
"I am not hangry! I am - was hungry, yeah, but that doesn't have anything to do with my mood." You said and threw another slice of pizza on your mouth.
"Let me guess..." Peter was back with four hamburgers on a new tray "Your mood has to do with a 7 feet tall, thick, tan man who-"
Your death stare made him close his mouth shut.
"He has sent me to fight this HUGE bug, at 7AM, without letting me have a coffee..." You almost yelled. "And the worst is he didn't even SAID anything. He just-" You make the swiping hand gesture. "He's an asshole, I swear to god, le odio. " Your rant switched to your mother tongue without even realizing. Gwen put a comforting hand on your back. "Os juro que, if he dares to speak to me today I'm punching esa cara bonita."
Trsl: I hate him. I swear that. That pretty face.
Peter looked at Gwen wide-eyed. You rarely uppered your voice.
"She is definitely mad."
Miguel, luckily, didn't send you to another mission but, refusing to stay at HQ to avoid any chance of crossing by him, you went back to you own New York to go on patrol.
Back on your room, you slid off your suit and checked your bruised ribs in the mirror. "That fucking bug did me dirty". You scanned the rest of your body, poking on some light bruises on your legs making your mind think of two big hands who could probably bruise you better. You groaned. Not again. Putting on a loose shirt over, you dropped on the bed.
"I hate him" You tried to remember yourself but you couldn't stop your head from imagining his red stare looking at you, fangs out and hand on your throat, pressing oh so firmly. Tracing your palm down your abdomen, you thought of his talons grazing your skin. You almost growl in frustration, free hand reaching for the hem on your shirt and lifting above your breasts. You licked your fingertips before gracing on top of your nipple, liking things wet and sloppy. You reached for the drawer on the nightstand, rummaging inside until you found the hard, cold surface of your new play toy: a big glass dildo.
Miguel left the office back to his dorm, his mind reenacting the conversation (or lack of one) from a few hours ago. You were mad and he knew it. He deserved it. He hadn't called you to send you on that stupid mission. "Mierda, she could have hurted herself, it wasnt a solo mission". In fact, he had prepared a team already to go for that anomaly. Four people. But you managed it. Alone.
Miguel replayed on his head how that bug pushed you against a wall... He waited for you in the nursery but you didn't appear.
"Cabezona..." He muttered, fondly.
Trsl: stubborn.
He didn't want to send you on a mission. He wanted to talk to you... But then you reached his office, your scent filling his office making his head to spin... You were intoxicating, smelled so sweet to him. And he couldn't let you see him, haven't slept little to nothing, big bags under his eyes, and now almost drooling. He was paralized. An suddenly, you were next to him and he had to force himself not to look. God, he could almost taste you. So he clenched his fist, talons sharp against his skin just to be able to show you the screen (any screen that appeared, he couldn't concentrate in picking one) and you thought he was clear: an anomaly, fix it. But, no. No. He wanted to tell you he hadn't slept. Not today and not the days before.
His train of thought was interrupted by a sound. A whine. And he cursed. Your smell invaded his room as if you were there. And how you moaned. It send a shiver down his spine. A tightening pain direct to his crotch. That's what he wanted to tell you. That he heard. That he smelled.
"Mierda" He growled when a high pitched moan filled his room. His spider suit tight against his hardening cock.
Trsl: Shit.
He wanted to tell you that he could help. Fuck. He wanted to help. His head was full of images of you taking his length, your bratty comments long forgotten when you were so cock-drunk.
"Miguel" You mewled, and that was it. He was infront of your bedroom door, just the one below him, and knocked.
You froze. Panic driven, you hid the glass toy under your blankets and let your shirt cover your soaked thong. Your hand unlocked the door and you were looking straight to the suit covered chest of the man you were just fantasizing about.
"Hey... " Looking up, half a smile drawing on your face, you tried to play it cool. "W.what brings you here, O'Hara?"
"Stuttering and all, desastrosa" You thought.
Trsl: Messy/Disastrous.
Miguel was scanning you, red eyes fixated on your body almost hungry, looking your clearly hard nipples under your oversized t-shirt, where the hem touched your thights, barely covering your underwear.
"Miguel?" You asked, faked innocence covering your voice. You felt small, like his prey. A mouse under the deathly stare of a cat. But you couldn't lie to yourself. Not with how your tummy gave a twist, tickling your right between your legs. You loved it.
He took one step forward, towering you. You looked so small infront of him. Big doe eyes looking up at him and that hint of a smirk painting your puffy lips. He wanted to bite them.
"Such a whore" He mumbled. You bit your lip. "You do it on purpose, don't you, princesa?" He caressed your cheek, putting a wild strand of hair behind your ear. You yield to his touch, eyes closed, heart running on your chest. "You left your window open so I could hear all that pretty moans while you fucked yourself to me, hm?" He grabbed your neck. "Such a naughty girl you are..."
Trsl: Princess.
Your eyes flipped open, breath stucked on your throat and he chuckled at that sight. His big hand on your small neck, eyes wide, breathing caught. You looked so cute like that. Almost scared. And he made sure to record that image right on his head. He leaned for a kiss, licking your lower lip temptingly, and your hands jumped to his neck to bring him closer, kissing him eagerly, small whimpers escaping your lips.
"So needy" He cooed, fangs pressing against your lip and tugging, forcing a small whine from you.
You both tumbled to your bed, lips crashing against each other, bodies pressed impossibly close and he sat you on top of his thights, hands on your hips to push your throbbing cunt against his crotch.
"M.Miguel" You moaned, and he moved your hips again, making him growl.
"Stand up." He ordered, and you obliged, legs trembling from your make out session. "How am I gonna punish you, hm?" He looked around your room thoughtfully, until his gaze locked in something. He looked back at you, pouting from the lack of attention. He suppressed a smile. Adorable. "Strip."
You tucked the hem of your shirt, taking it slowly, teasing. Shirt off, you turned around to remove your thong, legs straight and bending from the waist down, your hands making a show in removing them off.
"Dios... No sabes lo que me haces" Big hand slapped your ass, leaving a bright red print that made you squeal.
Trsl: God... You don't know what you do to me.
You turned around, smirk showing while you bit you lower lip.
"You could show me" Your voice defying with a bratty attitude.
He stood up, grabbing you by the neck. He pushed you against your open kitchen counter top. "Hands up" He growled in your ear, making you shiver. Confused as you were, you obeyed as he webbed your hands up on the ceiling, making you stand against the counter tiptoing. He let you go and observed you from a distance, his hand palming his hard length through his suit. Your lips parted and nearly salivated at the sight, making him laugh at the need plastered all over your face. "So desperate to be used, aren't you princesa?" You were nodding before he was done talking, inner thighs pressed and rubbed, trying to make as much friction as they could and relief your burning heat...
Trsl: Princess.
He bent on his knees, forcing your thights to part and placing them on your shoulders. Your smell made him dizzy, god, so sweet he could eat you out for hours. He gave a small lick, flat tongue against your dripping pussy. You sighted in relief, your pussy receiving that much needed attention.
"So wet for me, aren't you, arañita?" He looked up at you, cockily. You looked gorgeous, head tilted back, arched on top of him letting him see your soft breasts. "Mírame" He ordered, talons clawing on your thights.
Trsl: Little spider. Look at me.
You lowered your head, half-lidded eyes looking at him.
"Good girl."
You clenched your walls on nothing at the praising, and squeezed his head with your legs, urging him to continue. He laughed at the action and lapped against your cunt again. He worked wonders with his tongue, switching from sucking and circling his tongue against your clit to lapping his tongue flat agains your lips, making you a moaning mess within minutes. You noticed the pressure building up in your lower half, making your breath shaky and your body to shiver, trying to move your hips to get to your orgasm. And just like that, he stopped.
"Fuuck!" You groaned. Opening your eyes and looking at him in disbelief "Why? I was-" Whinning, you tried to get an answer but were cut by Miguel getting up and kneeling yourself on the counter. He slapped your cunt, a cry getting past your lips.
"Because..." He answered, putting your glass dildo on top of the counter, between your legs. "You gotta win it, princesa." A mischievous smile showed across his face. It was a punishment, after all, and you thought he had forgotten it. "Go ahead, fuck yourself for papi."
Trsl: Princess. Daddy.
You swallowed, hard, and lined your hips with the tip of your toy.
"M.Miguel" You looked at him, desperate, but his gaze was fixed on the glass tip, waiting. "Please..."
"I'm not gonna say it again."
That made you lower your hips slowly, bitting your lip. The dildo was big, you couldn't manage to fit more than half of it before, on your own, but looking at the bulge that was marked on Miguel's suit, you knew you'd have way more trouble with him. You started a steady pace, whinning softly while fucking yourself with the toy.
Miguel suit vanished, his length freed and hard aginst his chest. You couldn't stop staring, drooling thinking about having him fucking your throat raw. You fucked yourself harder on the toy, trying to fit more of your toy in.
"You like what you see?" He raised his eyebrow, amused.
"I w.want you t.to-" You moaned, knowing you were almost there again.
"What do you want, princesa?" Hi said, stroking himself at the sight: you struggling to fit the dildo in, drooling over the image of his cock. God you were gorgeous and he was holding himself to not fuck you dumb right there. He wanted to make you beg.
Trsl: Princess.
"To... Fuck my throat" You whispered, cheeks red.
"What was that? Hm?" He got closer, grapping your hip and forcing yourself lower on the toy with every movement of your hips.
"T.too much" You cried. "I- No puedo, Miguel, too much!"
Trsl: I can't.
"Yes, you can" He guided your hips, noticing how your legs were too shaky to keep yourself moving. "Just a bit more..." He released his cock to start circling his thum around your clit. Your brows furrowed, trying to focus on your movement but the pleasure was too much. You were moaning Miguel's name over and over, like a mantra.
"C.can I?" You asked, sending a rush of heat straight to Miguel's crotch. You had asked for permission, so submissive his sweet princesa, that he couldn't deny you.
Trsl: Princess.
"Go ahead, cum form papi." He ordered, and with that you were done. Your back arched, head falling back and moaning nonsenses while Miguel helped you ride your high.
Trsl: Daddy.
Notes: Sooo there you go! My first fic. I want to give a big THANKYOU to @tarjapearce for the help and I'm definitely doing a part two of this ^-^. If you want to be tagged please lmk!
#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel spiderman
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I beat FFXII today. (I want to go back and do some more completionism, but I beat the final boss and watched the credits.) And honestly, while I didn't hate it, I was disappointed.
I have about 90 hours in the game. That's about twice as long as the next-longest Final Fantasy I know my playtime for (for a single playthrough, I mean). And that seems like a good thing—there's lots of Content—but to me it underscores how empty the game is that I have twice as much time in it and it feels like much less has happened.
The story just generally felt underwritten; I've said it before and I stand by that. It's not that anything was bad; it just felt like characters had isolated scenes with isolated character beats that weren't prepared or resolved. They probably should have taken some of those extensive space airship battles that definitely aren't from Star Wars and replaced them with cutscenes involving the actual characters in the actual story.
It didn't help that there were often hours of play between one plot scene and the next—another place the long playtime rears its head. Of course, a lot of that was me going off on sidequests. This game has a ton of sidequests, and at least most of them it telegraphs pretty clearly. That's nice, in that it shows you the content; but it winds up keeping the focus off the actual story when there are hours of "go kill random bosses" in between each story quest.
And it also always hurts me as a somewhat-roleplayer to go do sidequests when in theory my characters should be under time pressure. ("Oh, there's a giant sky fortress leading a fleet towards my hometown. Now is a perfect time to run errands!) One of the things I most liked about Breath of the Wild is that it basically justifies your desire to run around sidequesting rather than fight the final boss. That's a diegetic, in-character decision that gets discussed.
And the climax feels equally half-assed. I was genuinely surprised that the game ended where it did; it really felt like it needed at least one more act. (I hadn't planned to finish tonight!) The final final boss is way more arbitrary than most FF final bosses, and might even beat out FFIXs. And honestly the credits didn't wrap up nearly as much as I expected, either.
And the gameplay wasn't awful but wasn't super fun. The gambit system was neat, although I kept wanting it to be more fine-grained. (I wish I could and two gambit instructions!) The fights were sometimes a little too chaotic to tell what was going on clearly, and I really don't like the reliance on fuck-you "this boss is immune to everything for the next thirty seconds" fields.
Some of the bonus bosses were interesting and tense and fun. But if you're doing them, the story bosses then become pretty trivial. At the same time, even with doing a bunch of the optional content it's easy to be missing what I think of as core abilities, which made the optional content not really feel optional to me. (And I still don't have any of the, like, top two or three tiers of abilities or equipment. God only knows how boring the final boss would be if I'd actually done all the sidequests first.)
So yeah. I got 90 hours of playtime, and I'm probably going to get more, and I don't regret playing it. But I was disappointed, and I'd have a hard time recommending it.
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Spark
Originals Masterlist
TW: Mafia stuff, death
Song: Phoenix by Cailin Russo & Chrissy Costanza from League of Legends
What are you willing to lose?
You cover your wounds, but underneath them
A million voices in your head that whisper, "Stop, now"
She'd maliciously worked her way into the highest rank available. The consigliere. She did what she had to in order to survive and had caught the eyes of more than one member of the ruling mob. Negotiations were the easy part and, although it used to pain her to heartlessly give the ok to take lives, it kept her alive & the pay was great.
Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws
It's all in your mind and it's fighting you
Arm yourself, a storm is coming
Another attack on her new family had dozens coming back dead or wounded. She could feel the frustration seeping from the underboss as he stood beside her. The boss was reluctant to strike back as his second in command wanted.
Well, kid, what you gonna do now?
It's your reflection looking back to pull you down
She contemplated, weighed the options. She wanted revenge, but with as few comrade casualties as possible. Then the idea struck her and she finally spoke up.
So are you gonna die today or make it out alive?
You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you'll fly
Fly, phoenix, fly
It was a devious plan and she was near in the center of it. Her mind was calm though her heart raced as the small group of 4 strolled into the meeting house. She had convinced the rival boss, underboss, and consigliere (along with a few bodyguards) to meet with her, her underboss, and a few bodyguards, though she did not know how. But she had, and she'd made up a lie that the boss was now ill and couldn't attend. This was the first piece falling into place.
It's time for a new empire
Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling
Phoenix, fly
The conversation dragged on and negotiations were failing. Luckily, right at the moment the 4 were about to be kicked out, the soldato crawled through the window. She swiftly moved away from the fray and watched the struggle from a corner.
And now you're playing with matches
Come out of the ashes underneath you
A million voices in the crowd they're screaming, "Stop, now"
We'll let 'em swallow their pride, you're turning the tide to true believers
The rival mobsters were brought to their knees. A few men injured on both sides, but none dead. The woman once again moved into the center of the room and stood beside her underboss. He watched her watching them. Anger, betrayal, fear - the emotions in the now helpless men's eyes.
"I know what I want to do, and I'm aware of how Boss thinks, but what does my consigliere think we should do with them?"
Got them in the palm of your hand, you're playing God now
What you gonna do now?
It's your reflection looking back to pull you down
"Kill them."
So are you gonna die today or make it out alive?
You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you'll fly
Fly, phoenix, fly
It's time for a new empire
Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling
Phoenix, fly
The bangs echoed in the room as she stepped into the hallway and then to the foyer. Flanked by the soldato, she made the announcement. Join them or die.
So are you gonna die today or make it out alive?
You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you'll fly
Fly, phoenix, fly
It's time for a new empire
Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling
Phoenix, fly
She stood tall beside her boss and underboss now, authority oozing from the three of them as they stared down the caporegime. As the meeting adjourned, she smiled confidently. One of their biggest obstacles was now out of their way. They were going to rule this city.
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played some of klonoa for the wii today. had some thoughts. for example, klonoa wii design reminds me of sora for some reason. also found the proposed klonoa redesign
#also learned that i actually like doing these little sketch type things :)#i was so excited when i saw my university's media library has klonoa for the wii#today i got to the second boss fight but i'm planning to play it more this week :)#it was really fun! hyped to play more#klonoa#klonoa wii#my art#fanart
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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 8 of ?)
gif by @thesoldiersminute can i send you a cake or something cause fuCk!!!!!!!!!!! he's beautiful
a/n: to everyone still reading this fic, my sweet angels, ily!! this fic is so near and dear to my heart and @stxdyblr-2k has just done such an amazing job with it i can't even thank her enough. as per the last part, this one is also mostly her, just me editing but i hope you guys love it as much as i did!!! don't worry, there's gonna be a lot more :) and i apologize for being not as active, i'm gonna try to get a couple of requests up that i'm really excited about this week tysm for being patient with me <3
love, abi xxx
read part one two three four five six seven | my masterlist
prompt: ada has some talking to do, and you're not about to deny her.
warnings: fluff, semi-angst, tommy being the cocky mf he is (let's be real, it's only acceptable cause he's so damn fine), john being cute and in love and jesus i am head over heels
tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03, @operation-spot
You had planned to go to Ada's after work, but she obviously had other ideas. She didn't even bother walking in and asking to speak to you; instead, choosing to bang on the window closest to your desk and yelling at you to "fucking hurry up!" Your boss opened the door for you expectantly, not offering you any protection; he was firmly in the Shelby's ever growing pocket and as long as he could go home to his children, his sickly wife and their six bed in the country, with a full time nurse and nanny, he had no interest in crossing Thomas.
"Ada, I was coming to see you after work, I swear."
"I know. I was going to let you but..." She trailed off. "We need to talk. I don't know what the fuck is going on with you. John said he'd seen you last night and you asked after me."
John had indeed seen you last night. It was strange waking up with him, used to leaving almost immediately after he was finished with you. Your small bed could barely comfortably fit you both, having to intertwine your limbs with John's to not fall off the edge. You had awoken to John pressing a kiss to your forehead before lazily trailing his fingers between your legs, waiting for you to open your eyes before settling between your thighs, tongue swirling around your clit, making you cum before sunrise.
"Do we have to do this in the street?" You practically begged, the shouting having attracted onlookers.
"I wanted to talk to you before anyone else in the family gets to you because I need you to be honest."
"Ada-"
"No, I'm doing you a favour here, so you fucking listen. Right now, between you and I, no bullshit. No tactics. No white lies. You have to tell me exactly what we're dealing with." She looked frantic, scared for some reason.
You nodded, walking her down the side street, careful not to link arms with her. You knew she was doing you a favour; this wasn't about forgiveness or friendship, much more was at stake here.
"To what extent was Thomas involved?"
That took you off guard. Ada read the confusion on your face and sighed impatiently, her subtle plea for you to keep up.
Shit. You remembered your conversation with John, how she thought this was her brother's way of pushing her out of the company.
"Don't spare my feelings. What did my brother say to you?"
"He said it was in our mutual interest that you didn't find out. He didn't care who John slept with but cared who you trusted so I had to trust him. He said there was no point in upsetting you over one of John's conquests who he'd tire of in a month."
"That all?"
"Pretty much, I didn't know Arthur knew. He never talked to me about it, did laugh at Thomas' digs now that I think on it-"
"Did you know Isaiah and Michael knew?"
"I thought they were aware but no one ever talked to me about it."
"Of course they wouldn't." She hissed, frustration causing a nerve on her neck to jump.
Ada and you had spoken for years about the rampant misogyny of her brothers and any men you two came into contact with. Although you were both far more reserved than you used to be as rebellious and adventurous thirteen year olds, you'd both grew increasingly angry at how you were treated. She'd long written off her brothers as womanisers, who saw women as purely sexual and entertaining, objectifying them. You both long despised how they dehumanised women. She was amazed that Thomas had attempted to settle down and managed a somewhat loving marriage, but resented him for his carelessness and need for power which inevitably killed his wife.
"Ada, I just want to say..." You licked your lip nervously, unsure of how to continue.
"You need to talk, Y/N. No bollocks."
"Before last night, he'd never been to mine or called. I always went to him."
The muscle in her jaw tensed.
"You slept with him last night then?" You met her question with silence and she rolled her eyes. "The second he said he saw you I knew you had, he wanted to tell me that he was going to continue seeing you and that he hoped I'd be able to accept it one day."
"We never intended to hurt you. It was meant to be fun at first, but now..." You cut yourself off with a sigh, unable to admit you'd fallen for her brother.
"Isn't fun for me. It's fucking embarrassing." She paused, lighting a cigarette, nervous to offer you one, conflicted within herself. She raised her eyebrow, prompting you to continue, the mannerism so similar to her brother’s.
"It should never have happened. I am never going to be able to fix this, I'm so fucking ashamed for doing this to you, Ada."
She sulked, silently drinking in your words.
"Obviously it's not going to be the same, yeah? I'm really fucking upset. I'm so fucked off with you but Poll's really worried about a coup. She thinks you're being used as blackmail against John to keep him on side with Tommy while he expands."
"Makes sense."
"You're part of a much bigger game, you know?"
You nodded. "Yeah, and I knew I would lose from the start. Fucking tragic, Ada."
"My brothers keep pushing, keep growing the business. They keep chasing this prize but I don't think it even exists."
"If it does, it isn't worth it if this shit is the cost. I didn't mean to play into his hands."
"You couldn't have known." She said with a shrug, " 'Siah thinks John loves you."
"He told me last night." Several times, this morning also. You would never tire of hearing him moan those words into your neck or being yelled from your front door as he left for the office.
"You love him, don't you?" She said bluntly, a statement more than a question, your face suddenly hot with embarrassment.
Everything you'd suppressed for months, everything that you'd hidden, every time you lied smiling, every knowing glance from a stranger, every degrading comment from under Thomas' breath.
"I do, an awful lot."
She pauses, relighting her cigarette, "The worst thing about the entire situation is it could've been fine if someone told me. I wouldn't have loved it, obviously, but-" Ada sighed, rubbing her temple with her free fingers.
"I thought you'd hate me."
"How could I? I'd be more angry that you'd drop your standards for my brother. Seriously? Him? Mate…."
"Come off it, I've always thought he was charming. He's funny, smart-"
"Don't gush over my brother, it's grim. I'm just so fucked off you all lied to me." She peered at you through her cigarette smoke. "If you love him and he loves you..." she pressed her lips together as she tensed her jaw, "I could get over it. If it'd make you both happy. But that's going to take a long time. A long time."
"Ada-"
"Look I have meetings and shit to sort, I have to run." She interjected, checking her wristwatch, adjusting the cap which sat atop her trendy short haircut. You caught her arm before she could turn away.
"Thank you. For understanding."
She shrugged you off, "I don't get it, I'd never do that to you. But you also don't get to choose who you're attracted to. I'm really hurt, but I do love you and John a lot. He mentioned that after last night you helped him, got him cleaned up. I have to believe that you both do love each other. So I have to believe that this is a good idea for you both and not stand in your way."
"I love you, Ada. Can we hang out soon, just us two?"
She shook her head. "I need some time, I'll be in touch, yeah?"
You nod, stretching out your pinky finger. She sighed and linked it with hers, as you'd done since you were children, a silent signal to each other after a fight that you still had the other's back.
"Right, I've got to get back to this meeting, Tom is getting done by Polly for nearly getting John killed. I need to be there in case one of the lads needs patching up."
"Your aunt has a nasty left hook, I'll give her that."
"She'll be pleased you think so, she wanted Tommy to slice you to bits for crossing me."
"Fuck’s sake, thanks for the warning, I'll keep my head down. Good luck with the meeting."
Ada nodded and you watched her walk away, a Blinder suddenly appearing by her side seemingly from nowhere. This city was crawling with them. They clambered into Ada's car as you watched the car disappear into the distance before walking back to work. Thankfully, with your head still attached to your shoulders.
*******
Ada arrived at Thomas' estate, following the swell of shouting voices to his exquisite library. It was eye roll worthy and typical Tommy to choose the location of his post-fuckup debrief to be where he had the best view of the gardens, river and rolling hills. She could bet he'd sit in a corner and stare at the view, zoning out their aunt's lecture.
An armed blinder she vaguely recognised opened the door. Thomas was making a statement today with the armed guards, she noted. Her brothers really were fucked up. Arthur was an alcoholic killer who couldn't understand that Thomas would betray them all eventually, Finn was letting the tokyo and the razor chasers that circled him distract him from keeping the family together, John was apparently in love with her best friend, and finally, Thomas nearly got Arthur and John murdered last night with his foolishness. At this point only herself and Polly were holding everyone together, keeping everything silently moving along.
The door opened, and she was the last to arrive, Polly glaring as she murmured an apology, standing next to Finn. His eyes were bloodshot, grey-purple smudges under his eyes, he'd obviously had a heavy night. The last thing the poor lad needed was Polly's shrill yelling and the blinding sun streaming through the large immaculately crafted windows, which he'd tried to block with the brim of his cap. John caught her eye, acknowledging his sister with a nod, which she returned with a small tight smile.
Ada couldn't bear to think about the reasoning behind her brother's smug interjections in between Polly's rant to Thomas who was listening wordlessly, smoking.
Y/N and John? It didn't make sense. They had a similar sense of humour, sure, but she was far too intelligent for him. He also had a swarm of children, while Y/N preferred a wild night out only staggering home at daybreak.
It made far more sense for Y/N to end up with Michael, or if it had to be a brother, Finn. They were younger, so had less responsibilities and commitments so they could keep up with her. But John? Of course she knew he was believed to be the Casanova of her brothers, he was kind, he was an excellent father, yet he could never keep anyone around long, usually John was chasing someone new after a month or so. That's why the revelation that John had been involved with her best friend for almost half a year had taken her completely by surprise. Maybe that was why she was open to them being together. That had to be it. This relationship was completely out of character for John; she needed to believe that he was serious about his feelings towards Y/N and wasn't going to fuck her over. Because if he did, John would be a dead man.
"I don't know why you're all bleating at me. Yeah, I overlooked some details in the planning of last night's meeting-"
"Such as warning us that they were really fucked off because you'd helped bomb their warehouse." John pointed out.
"What do you want me to do? Apologise? Grow up, John." Tommy snapped back.
"They had loaded guns against their heads, they deserve an apology." Ada interjected, John giving her an appreciative flash of smile. She did love her big brother. Despite the fact that she'd pretty much only been yelling at him for the past month, John never dismissed her feelings and only apologised. It was confusing to admit to herself, but when Isaiah told her that he was confident John loved Y/N, she felt a wave of relief. At least he cared about her; it was the bare minimum but the Shelbys were notorious for not even meeting the bare minimum for acceptable social interactions.
"They didn't fuckin’ get shot." Thomas stated, his voice matter of fact and condescending.
"Do you ever hear yourself speak?" Polly spit back at him. "They didn't get shot this time. But it was too fucking close."
"It won't happen again, Polly." Tommy sighed. "What else can I say? Sorry lads, take the weekend off?"
"It's a good start." Arthur countered, "You're also paying for the extension on my house and my wedding."
"Fuck’s sake Arthur I was joking. But fine. Sure."
"You can't buy your family off." Polly scoffed at him.
"Think of it as compensation, a settlement." Thomas coolly corrected his aunt. "What do you want, John? A fucking farm?"
John hesitates while Finn whispered suggestions to him, Ada meeting his stare, John raising a brow to her in question. She sighed and nodded her approval.
"You can pay off my mortgage Tom, give me the kids' birthdays off-"
"So you'd never come into work then?" Finn cut in, Ada elbowing him in the ribs. She usually enjoyed Finn's remarks but she knew where John was heading; she could barely breathe.
"Tom, you're also to leave Y/N completely alone. If you have a problem with her, you come to me about it." He said firmly.
Arthur and Tommy traded knowing looks, obviously more aware of the ins and outs of his relationship than Ada was.
"Also if you're paying for Arthur's wedding I want the equivalent in cash." He adds.
Tommy shrugged. "Whatever. As long as we can move past last night and focus on today's order of business."
John nodded, satisfied. He knew Tom wouldn't care, but just saying out loud that he was involved with Y/N and having his family aware was a relief. He hadn't realised until he finally admitted how stressful keeping his relationship a secret was. Now, he could stop worrying about Tommy interfering.
Polly rolled her eyes, lecturing the brothers on their lack of moral backbone to allow themselves to be bought off, but dismissed them. She caught Ada's arm in hers on their way out, pulling her far from earshot.
"So Y/N and John are together now?" She asked, her face firm and scowling.
"Polls, I talked with her, she's aware of what she's done. She apologised and meant it. What more can I ask for?"
"Her not to have fucked him in the first place."
"She said that. Look, Polls, they're happy right? John seems happy-"
"He always is when he gets a leg over."
"You know she looked after him last night? Fixed him up after the meeting."
"Meeting? It was a fucking set up." Polly hissed but her face had softened. "She cleaned him up?"
"Antiseptic, bandages and all."
Polly looked subtly impressed, although she'd never admit it. "He went to hers? Not yours?"
"He wanted to talk to her." Ada shrugs, "I saw her this morning and-"
"What do you mean? You bumped into her?"
"I went to her work." Ada admitted, her aunt shooting her an exasperated glare.
"Why do I bother? Nobody listens to me."
"I had to talk to her, I'm glad I did. She reckons she loves him, he told her last night that he loves her, so..."
"We are talking about John? Our John?"
"I know Polls, I'm as amazed as you."
Her aunt huffed, unimpressed. "Are you okay with it though?"
"I guess, I just want them to be happy. I've told them to give me time with it."
"She was a good friend growing up, but people change, sometimes for the better, often for the worse."
"Poll, it's Y/N; she's my best friend. At the end of the day, we'd do anything for each other."
"Sweet Ada, you're going to be so miserable if you keep letting people walk all over you." Polly said wisely, kissing her goodbye affectionately. "I hope you're right. If she makes you cry again I'll kill her myself."
"Thanks, Polls."
She knew her aunt wasn't joking.
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𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .
PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader
GENRE : angst , romance
WARNINGS : cursing , implied car accident
SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 .
it wasn’t your fault seijoh lost to karasuno . . . so why did tooru look so mad at you ?
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saudade masterlist.
SAUDADE
( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”
⠀you were right.
⠀karasuno did practice a lot.
⠀holy shit, when did they become this good?
⠀goddammit, why did you have to be right?
⠀you could see the struggle your team was going through with the first set. oikawa told them to not underestimate the underdog team, but you could tell there was a subconscious feeling of pride in their chests from beating them in the preliminaries months ago. but like tooru said, there was no point in you making any interjections; just be the cute little manager, and everything should go smooth sailing from there.
⠀the karasuno first years were noticeably better. everyone in the gym, players and regular spectators alike, could see it. namely, the setter and that peculiar middle blocker. you remembered them vaguely from the prelims; oikawa disliked them, the setter in particular. number nine - tobio kageyama, from kitagawa daiichi.
⠀you watched one of kageyama's middle school games with tooru, before you two started dating. the infamous "king of the court"; you didn't realize it was meant to be derogatory until you witnessed the setter in action. tooru seemed somewhat smug with his actions on the court, bossing everyone around and setting without much thought for the other players' preferences. the court was a kingdom, and kageyama was at the top of the monarchy - that kingdom would soon be his downfall.
⠀you've never heard of the short middle blocker until the start of the preliminaries. you originally thought he was a water boy or an assistant to the team until you saw his jersey. your next assumption was a pinch server or even a defense specialist.
⠀no, he was on the starting lineup.
⠀right in the middle block position.
⠀you were beyond surprised with the kid. their quick attack was a force to be reckoned with. you weren't there the day of the practice match, so this was your first time being exposed to karasuno's secret weapon. those crows were no longer flightless. you still sometimes marvel at the fact seijoh managed to seal the third set. the next loss against shiratorizawa felt more disheartening than usual, after having to fight so hard for it.
⠀the entirety of the last set had you on the edge of your seat. for the entire game you were doing something; whether you joined in on the audience chants, handing out water bottles and towels, or even giving some friendly words of encouragement. you attempted to talk to your boyfriend during timeouts, but he was completely uninterested, his focus only on the game.
⠀by now, the other players caught onto his neglect towards you, and did their best to support you in any way they could. yahaba mainly kept you company during the game, since he was a pinch server. during timeouts, makki and mattsun would give you pats on the shoulder during timeouts, taking every opportunity to thank you whenever you did something for them. as for iwaizumi - he gave you the most attention during timeouts. the ace hardly left your side, even while the captain explained something to the entire team. you were thankful for hajime's friendliness, but there was still a sharp pain in your chest from tooru. the wall that separated the two of you grew more with each day, and you still hadn't figured out a way to break it.
⠀"you got this, seijoh!" you raised an enthusiastic fist in the air when the whistle called for the end to another timeout. the lineup turned to face you, each of them giving you a thumbs-up and a smile in acknowledgement. you looked to your brunet boyfriend, who mustered a small smile and a nod of his head before returning to the court.
⠀aoba johsai was already at match point - victory was so close, couldn't they just push for one more?
⠀the opposing school looked like they reached a second wind at the very end, something that seijoh did not need at a moment like this. karasuno pulled stunt after stunt; the players could hardly keep up with every move. your eyes are locked on oikawa, pupils shaking with fear as kageyama scored a deuce with a notorious setter dump - you felt the apprehension as tooru's jaw grew physically taut for being bested by a first year.
⠀and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse -
⠀your mind went blank when your eyes witnessed tooru's arms miss the final receive.
⠀your brain went numb as the gym went silent, eyes on the ball that flew out of bounds, with no possible way of passing back into the game. karasuno screamed for joy but your ears blocked out the sound like a busted speaker, watching the cloud of disappointment rain over the players on your side of the court, one by one.
⠀aoba johsai... lost.
⠀and it wasn't to shiratorizawa.
⠀you could hardly process the information as you stood up to join the team in paying respects to the game, watching as seijoh thanked their audience for coming to support them. a lump caught in your throat as you watched the team walked back with little to no pep in their step, grabbing their belongings silently and walking out the gym. their eyes were glossy with disappointment.
⠀you jogged up to the brunet as he came back from searching for any other teammates lagging behind, swallowing the nervous lump as you spoke, your voice filled with concern.
⠀"tooru, you did great out there," you reassured him. by the look in his eyes, he didn't buy it. "you did amazing today, and i'm so proud of you."
⠀"please get out of my way, y/n." he shrugged you off and continued to walk towards the bus, his hands shoved in his pockets as he trudged along. he's upset, it's understandable. even so, the painful heaviness in your chest came back as you made your own way to the bus.
⠀the ride back home was a quiet one, the vehicle driving to aoba johsai quickly. the disheartening atmosphere was suffocating your lungs, your eyes fighting back your own share of tears as you watched the players step out onto the pavement, their eyes sullen and dull. kyoutani and kunimi were the first to leave, the latter wishing the rest a goodnight before turning heel and walking home. as for the former, he hardly did so much as grumble before sprinting off. the remaining ones stood there in silence for a few moments, their next plans unclear.
⠀the ramen restaurant was supposed to be a joke - the captain wasn't supposed to treat them to anything but a trip to nationals. but with defeat hung heavy in the air like a dark fog, even ramen couldn't bring them back up into their spirits.
⠀kindaichi and the rest of the second years were the next to leave, their wishes of departure nothing more than mutters as they braved a strong facade in their eyes. it was a general agreement amongst the players that the ramen date would come another day; for now, everything that happened today just needed more time to settle.
⠀"tooru, we should get going soon - " after waving a few people goodbye, you spun to where the third year previously was, only to find that he was no longer there. you turned to hajime, who pointed to the doors leading into seijoh. you looked quick enough to catch a glimpse of brown hair disappearing into the school before the door shut. you and the other third years collectively agreed to follow oikawa into the gym - god knows what he was planning to do there.
⠀you walked into the gym first, watching with a solemn expression as you watched the setter attempt to put up the net all on his own. he seemed hardly fazed at the sound of the gym doors opening, ignoring the others as he continued.
⠀iwa was the first person to step forward, and you watched as the ace moved to help oikawa in setting up the net. makki and mattsun followed suit not long after him. you didn't exactly know how to help with the net, and thus had to sit to the side as the four began to play two on two, their voices gone and the scrimmage as good as mute. you sat on the side, spectating the match with your arms around your knees. you felt no obligation to go home - not yet.
⠀about an hour had passed, and the third years had enough. two on two was much more work than six on six, and everyone besides oikawa was ready to call it quits. his eyes were focused even when the rest stepped off the court, grabbing a ball to serve again.
⠀"oikawa, that's enough." no answer.
⠀"oikawa."
⠀hajime clenched his jaw as he was blatantly ignored by his teammate, but you stood up before he could do anything else. he watched as you made your way over to your boyfriend, wanting to actually talk to him after the stressful day. step by step, you approached him as he practiced his jump serve, his brown eyes flamed with frustration and anger as he moved to pick up another one.
⠀"tooru, please." you stopped him before he could grab another ball, your voice gentle as you addressed him. the others were silent. "it's been a long day. please, let yourself rest. after an amazing match like today, you deserve time to - "
⠀"amazing? amazing?" you jumped back instinctively as he gripped the ball, turning his body to face you entirely. this glare was more intense than any other nasty look he's given you in the past. "what about that game was amazing? the fact that we lost? you think that part was fucking amazing, huh?"
⠀your stomach dropped. "no, tooru, that's not what i meant - "
⠀"you fucking tell me what part of that game was amazing then, y/n!" he slammed the volleyball he held towards the ground, his voice raising higher by the second. "i failed to take us to tokyo. i failed to lead our team to victory. i failed to secure another god forsaken match against shiratorizawa!" he stormed towards you, his eyes ablaze and uncontrollable. "and you have the audacity to tell me that it was amazing? are you stupid?"
⠀"i just want you to rest! you're always pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion! is that so wrong of me to care about your wellbeing?" you found a voice to yell back at him, but retracted it oh so slightly when you noticed his mood worsen. "listen, tooru! you have to take care of yourself, dammit! you did the best you could, and that's all that matters! seijoh's loss against karasuno doesn't take away from the fact that you're an outstanding player!"
⠀the ball that he threw to the ground somehow found its way to roll against his ankle. "if i had just mastered my serve, maybe we'd be the ones playing shiratorizawa."
⠀"what?"
⠀"you." oikawa pointed a finger at you, his jaw tight. "if it wasn't for you being such a pain in my ass all the time, i could've improved my serving. but no, you had to drag me out of the fucking gym every time i found time to practice by myself." bringing his hands down to his sides, he smiled - something maniacal. "you wanted us to lose, didn't you?"
⠀"what the fuck, oikawa?" enough was enough, and iwaizumi finally broke between the quarrel. "you're just being delusional at this point, leave y/n alone - "
⠀"no, iwaizumi. you need to shut up." tooru's eyes never left yours, and yours began to quiver in sincere fear. "you, y/n, you wanted us to lose, didn't you? you never let me practice, and in turn that would prevent us from winning. you didn't want us to go to nationals! you were pissed off that i was paying attention to something else! what, being a fucking brat that you didn't get what you want?"
⠀"tooru, i don't even know what you're talking about!" your vision blurred at his raised voice, your heart constricting with every accusation. "i know how much volleyball means to you! i would never do anything so selfish, i wanted seijoh to go to tokyo just as much as you guys!"
⠀"you are such a bad liar." pressing a single finger to your chest, his teeth seethed as he hissed his next words. "it's your fault we lost. not mine, not the others. you. it's your fault for being a pain in my. fucking. ass."
⠀"t-tooru - "
⠀"get the fuck away from me. i don't want to see your face."
⠀a shot to the heart.
⠀the resolve to hide your tears shattered, as you turned heel to grab your things and leave. leave, run, do anything. to get out of there.
⠀"y/n, wait!" you felt a hand on your wrist, your eyes fairly forming hajime's outline. "don't! i'll just drive you home, okay?"
⠀you shook your head furiously as you yanked your hand out of his grip, reaching for your bag and sprinting as fast and as far as your own two legs could take you, out of the gym, and out of the school.
⠀you paid no mind to where you were running, as your mind memorized its way back home all the way in your first year. large, wet tears decorated your face like poison, your voice blubbering sobs and incoherent apologies to the wind as you carried on.
⠀then, out of the blue, headlights appeared.
⠀where even were you?
⠀you stopped abruptly, wiping your eyes to get a sense of your current environment.
⠀there was a voice in the distance. hajime?
⠀"Y/N, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE ROAD! YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!"
⠀your head turned...
⠀crash.
a / n : so this came out much longer than i originally planned— i just wanted to get to this part as soon as possible so i could start getting into the juicy parts . now that we’ve finally established this , expect much much more drama , because this is angst , after all . 👀
btw, if you wanna be tagged whenever i update this series, just send an ask! i’d be happy to start a taglist.
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Counting the days: day 2
Series summary. You go to a friends bachelorette party in Italy and meet the man of your dreams, NOT, you didn’t see the part where you get kidnapped by a gangster on your friends itinerary. How will you handle being thrown into a life of guns and mafias.
Massimo Torricelli x Reader
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Run, that was the only word repeating in your head, run. So that’s what you did, while his back was turned you took off your now bare feet not making a sound. But as he said he would, he caught you before you even made it to the hallway. His large body pressing you into the column his hand gripping your throat.
“What did I just say? Maybe you do want me to chain you to bed.”
With him as close as he was you could feel a gun he had in his waistband digging painfully into your back. Oh how you wanted to grab it.
It would only take one shot and you could get away from him. But you knew how many men he had outside, they would be a bit harder to get through, so you kept still.
He kept you there as two people walked in. The older of the two speaking to your captor in Italian, you’ll keep the fact that you speak it hidden, could come in handy. So his name is Massimo, or at least that’s what the man called him.
“I have to go, Domenico will help you with anything you need.”
Massimo informs, pushing off you while you stayed against the bricks until the younger of the three men that you assume is Domenico, tells you to follow him back to your room.
For someone that didn’t want you escaping he gave you plenty of opportunities. You could definitely take Domenico, plus boss man was busy handling whatever he was doing. Or you could easily climb out the window. Just as you were about to do just that a gunshot made you freeze. It wasn’t aimed at you but you know what it meant when you deal with these kind of people.
Just play along is what you kept reminding yourself. He a tricked your family, your friends. He was obviously smart, but you hold his one weakness, you.
Everyone thinks the man is the one with the power, but the man answers to a woman.
We could rule the world once we realized that.
Making use of the gigantic shower, you’re sure your old bedroom would fit in here alone. When you turned off the shower head, and wrapped a towel around yourself stopping in your tracks when your eyes land on the fresh clothes set out. You can only hope it was a maid or something whoever it was got a very clear view of you.
Rubbing the soft fabric between your fingers, obviously it was one of Massimos dress shirts that probably cost more than your rent. Choosing that over your dress that was still dripping wet from your swim earlier you slide on the shirt. You’ll admit the man has good taste, it felt like silk flowing against your skin as you button it up, the bright white looking amazing with your new tan. You don’t even try to look for your phone, you know it’s not here. And you’d say you have been through enough today that you’ve earned a few hours sleep.
Waking up, forgetting where you were for a moment until you rolled over and saw the large shirtless italian shaped figure blocking the sunlight streaming through the window. slowly sitting up, holding the blankets closer to your body to act as a barrier betwen you both, not that a blanket would stop him.
''Would it kill you to put a shirt on?"
Your head is saying 'stop sassing him and play along' but your personality is saying 'make him so crazy he lets you go' so you'll do both. sass him when possible, go along when he gets to close to the edge. Should work perfectly.
Raising a thick eyebrow that you're almost jealous of at your words, if he thought you were going to wish him good morning and jump into his arms. his muscular, tan, tattooed dream worthy, No, stop thinking like that. No. but he was wrong if that's how he planned this going.
"Would it kill you to be polite to me for once?"
"It might."
Huffing out what almost sounded like a laugh he stood, easily towering over you. his dark eyes focused only on you. its easy to see why he could be intimidating, if you didn't have the cocky attitude going on you're sure you would be one of those people.
"Get dressed we need to buy some things before we depart."
pretty mafia boy say what? Quickly standing in a poor atempt to match his height only coming up mid chest, not exactly what you were going for and judging by the amused look in his eyes he knew that fact to.
"I'm not going anywhere unless its back to the hotel."
"It wasn't a request. It was an order."
Litterly staring death in the face you think back to last night, when you acted out before he sent you back to the room, maybe this time will be the same. putting both hands on his chest and pushing as strongly as you could. only moving him back an inch, he grabs your wrist tightly, throwing you onto the bed following after you, wrestling your hand free landing a solid punch to his cheek. freezing as his head snaps to the side with the force of the hit. slowly meeting your eyes once again his lip pulled up in a snarl, showing his disaproval at the action. roughly pinning your hands to the bed, hovering above you.
"Just as i think you wont do anything stupid you prove me wrong."
"I'll prove you wrong again if you think i'm going anywhere with you!"
Staring hard he abruptly pushes off you and a few feet away, taking a deep breath as to calm himself.
"We are leaving in an hour, ready or not you're coming"
When he left is when you noticed your luggage stacked against the wall. Looking through your clothes, if you didn’t go shopping you would be very underdressed next to him who dresses to the nines all the time. So you throw on the most appealing outfit glad that you decided to bring something fancy if for no other reason just for a photoshoot at the resort.
Walking the steet of Italy again felt amazing, if only you weren’t shadowed by a mafia boss and two huge bodyguards. But not having to pay for the ridiculously priced clothes or carry your bags was nice. Part of you was happy he wasn’t watching you, just tapping away on his phone, but on the other hand, you looked amazing and was hoping to flaunt what he was so desperate to have.
But of course the second you went to the lingerie store the phone was in his pocket. You knew it was him the second the changing room door opened.
“Oh that’s why there’s a lock.”
You sarcastically drawl, which he ignored choosing to scan your body clad in red.
“Get out!”
“Or what?”
Oh, so he’s playing cocky now. Licking his lips with his arms crossed looking way to relaxed while you were almost naked.
Strutting up to him, playing with his shirt collar.
“Or I’ll walk out like this where your back up out there can see.”
You might not have seen Massimo looking at you before, but you definitely saw the guards eyes on you a few times. And that was the right thing to say to piss him off because the next thing you know you’re backed against a mirror with an angry mobster holding your throat.
“This body is mine, I’m the only one to see it!”
Snarling in your face before leaving without letting you bark back at him. Oh if he though you were going to leave it at that then he wasn’t as smart as you thought.
Storming after him, throwing your clothes at his chest, he definitely wasn’t expecting that given his wide eyes which give you enough of a distraction that you can make it outside still wearing the red lingerie. Gaining mixed reactions, girls are shocked while men drool.
A large hand around your arm pulls you to a stop. Ruining your runway strut along the brick road like you were a Victoria secret model.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“It’s my body I choose who sees it.”
Flashing an innocent smile while stepping back waving at your body. Successfully getting the twitch in his eye to go off, wrapping a large blazer around you pulling you behind him mumbling while you struggle to keep up in your heels. Bumping into his back when he suddenly stops.
“This will go a lot easier if you stop fighting me every chance you get.”
“I didn’t want this! Why would I make it easy for you?”
Sighing deep from his chest looking genuinely in pain and tired so you’ll give him a break and a chance.
“I want something normal to eat tonight make it French, we’ll start there.”
Hope you guys like this and the series! Me requested are still open.
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Ok, im not feeling well but have some angsty *curls up in a ball while laying in the floor of my hide out*
"Don't make me lose my time with this. Go bother someone else. I have better things to get done."
Usually you would understand his reasons or even just smile at him in understatement.
But not today... all you wanted was just that Kai stoped just a little with his work to relax and just enjoy the little time you had of you guys anniversary, but he didn't even let you finish your question as he answered you harshly with that.
"Is it too much to ask for that you relax a bit? Just look at you, you're tense." You try to reason it.
He merely lifted an annoyed glance at you, cold and harsh just like his words.
"You're only worsening my case of health them if you keep prying like that."
That hurted. And even if you wanted to scream at that one, you still remained your compusture for his sake, and not to yell.
But this didn't mean that you would let it go...
"I only wanted to help Chisaki." You said between teeth, clenching your jaw even more at feeling the burn in your eyes "And also do you even remember what day i-"
"Just shut up." He threw his pen at his table with a growl while massaging his temples "Honestly, stop acting like a child and accept this for once, I am not going to comply to your stupid wishes." He said harshly, his words hurting more than he expected.
You felt a tear of yours falling from your eye as you breath in and out.
"You forgot what day it is today or something?" You asked, being completely ignored as he returned to writing "Kai. Please just liste-"
"Get out." He muttered darkly, making you wince but subsconciously mutter a question back at him.
"What..?"
"I said-" he lifted himself from his chair quite abruptly and pointed at the exit of his office " Get. Out. GET OUT OF HERE."
You stared at him in disbelief and sadness before breathing in again and nodding with a 'okay' before stopping by the doorframe.
"For your information, if it even its from your interest Overhaul." You grabbed the handle of the door before looking at him blurry due to your tears almost blinding your sign "Today was when we first met some years ago! And SOMETIMES PEOPLE JUST WORRY TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU! SO IM SORRY FOR BEING SUCH A PEST FOR WORRYINGOVER THE PERSON I LOVE DESPITE HIM DON'T GIVING A DAMN ABOUT IT!" You slammed the door before running out of the house, rubning furiously your eyes.
Stupid emotionless jerk! Why did you have to always be the smiling one anyway?!
~
He dropped his pen at hearing your last words and the furious 'slam' of the door before sighing in both annoyance and irritation...
Not at you.
Couldn't you just wait for a while? He was having a bad day already that all of his plans of making this day special had failed, more work was putted at his desk, and he just had to deal again with rappa wanting to 'defeat him', so he ended up fucking this day even more...
When he finished this he would apologize but for now he just couldn't... he had to calm down at least and let you cool your head as well.
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You angrily walked past through the crowd of people as you sniffed and wiped your tears...
You glanced at some couples at the street, cringing at their touching and smilling lovely faces...
You sighed as you continue walking, while glancing behind you to comfirm that neither one of his precepts or even Chrono had spotted you lefting the base.
You just needed to be alone...
"My, my. Looks like I won the lottery." A man smirked down at your person while you merely stoped in front if him, preventing any possible bumping.
Ah no.
"Excuse me, but i am really not in the mood for talking." You said bitterly before trying to walk past him, but he suddenly grabbed your wrist and pushed you to a alley.
"Hey-! Let go of me!"
"Shut your fucking mouth little Overhaul's playtoy." The man growled with a sadistic smile while other two appeared right besides him.
You widened your eyes in horror, already understanding what this was about... this is what happened when you were too close with the members of the yakusa if you didn't were carefull...
Shit, that what was why Kai was so paranoid in the first place.
"Whatcha guys think? How much would that Overjerk pay to have this little thing back?" He smirked at both of his laughing partners.
Before you could even answer or understand what was going to happen you felt a sharp pain at the base of your neck before blacking out, the last thing you heard were those man laughter...
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"Chrono? Have you seen (Y/N)?" Chisaki asked, hidding his worry before that stoic face of his.
He looked around the house for you for a bout a hour already, and no signs of your angelic persona...
"Not all day Overhaul. I'm sorry." Chisaki scoffed before he picked his cellphone and his worry and annoyance only grew even more at seing that you had no signs of it.
He tried calling for your number and lifted his eyebrows in sad shock that you had left your cellphone on the room.
"Mind me asking what happened boss?" Chrono asked, in pure sympathy and worry for his childhood friend.
"I had a fight with her. Nothing big about it."
"Right." Chrono said sarcastically.
He knew Chisaki for years already, and could see the pain and dare he say some soreness and regret in Kai's eyes. It was a rare sign, but it happened.
After all, you were truly special to him, anyone in the base could tell that, but only the ones who knew Chisaki could see how infatued and passionate he was with you.
"Overhaul?" Mimic's voice ringed, breaking both men's thoughts as Chisaki coldly stared at the man down, offering him the phone.
"There's this dude on the line wanting to talk about bussines with you."
"Say to them I'm busy." he growled in response as he tried again to think where would you have gotten.
Mimic spoked back before widening his eyes and looking at his boss with a certain uneasiness.
"Uh. Overhaul its REALLY important this one." Mimic said offering the phone again.
Chisaki lifted one of his eyebrows befkre sighing in annoyance and harshly grabbing the phone.
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You gasped for breath the koment your head was oushed back out of the water. Coughing hysterically before finally gaining back the precious air in your lungs again.
The man laughed while holding his phone before looking at you for a moment, you not even noticing that he had aproached.
"Say sweetcheeks. How much will that leader would pay to have you back huh? Millions? Billions?"
You looked at him in rage and disgusted thorigh your blurry vision, thinking thorugh a moment.
He couldn't know that you were special for Kai, so you had to play a game for him to at least ease down his plan or even just to peace the yakusa for at least.
You pretended to laugh bitterly, not noticing due to your exaustation the phone close to your mouth.
"You're expecting way too much. Him? Overhaul care for me? He wouldn't even slare a single yen at me. Trust me. I'm just to show..." the guy didn't seemed pleased T your answer befkre he brought his phone close to his ear before comanding to take you out of there and chain you up.
"Have fun with her." He sadistically laughed and you merely gave out, feeling you being dragged to the wall...
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"You're expecting way too much. Him? Overhaul care for me? He wouldn't even slare a single yen at me. Trust me. I'm just to show..."
He gripped at his shirt, just where his heart was... cringing in disgust at himself.
Did you really felt that way? Did you really thought that he cared so little for you?
"So that's what the chick said. But my mans here are going to have a bit of fun until you decides how kuch you're willing to pay us to have her back, or we can have her all to ourselves and we won't ever bother ya Overhaul."
He gripped his cellphone in a deadly grip before growling animalistic.
"Count. The fucking. Seconds." He threw it the ohone at the wall, making Chrono and Mimic to widen his eyes before wincing at the shout he gave them to follow him.
"I want all the eight precepts of death. On that damn place. No one will be spared on this genocide, but the responsible one is mine. Got it?"
"Yes master."
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You cried out in pain at feeling both a burning cigarette in your upper warm while the painful cut down your jaw.
"I will give you one more chance miss. What are Overhaul's possesions and plans with the other minor gangs?"
You cried before looking at him and shouted with both anger and frustation.
"I already said I don't know! He doesn't let me know of those things!"
The worst part of this it was that half of it was true. But the little you know you wouldn't te anyway.
The guy tsked, aproaching at you, hanging from the wall by those chains, grabbing on your chin and lifting it up to meet his disgusting face.
"Such a pretty creature like ya shouldn't be in the hands of such a mobster ya know? Why won't you just-" he aproached his face closer to you before you spited on him, receiving a kick on your gut as a punishment.
The guy wiped it off with a maniac laugh and looked at you smilling sadistically.
"I like you. A feisty one." He aproached at you before lifting his hand, ready to slap it.
"But I guess you need some leasons to quiet do-" he suddenly stopped at hearing the wall falling and a bunvh of his subordinates screams.
You oppened one of your eyes weakly and mentally thanked the heavens at seing the sign in front of you.
The eight precepts of death... Kai must have sended them...
Suddenly your chains were cutted at you fell miserably on the ground, face planted on the old floor as you tried to get up to see what was going on.
You felt a hand checking your pulse before you heard Kurono's voice shouting that you were still alive.
You couldn't even answer Hari's or even Mimic's question at the time, all the energy you had, you used to lift your head and to focus on the sign in front of you.
Your boyfriend had aproached the man and punched from behind, making the guy fall in the ground... but he didn't stop on there. He continue kicking and lunching while screaming animalistic at the now unrecognizable face of your captor... broken nose and blood spilled on it.
Chisaki stopped suddenly, only to grab the man by the hem of his shirt and lift him up tl the air, extending his other bare hand before overhauling the guy only to out it back to do repeat his actions.
Before you knew it, you had used the remains of your strength to lift yourself up weakly... not catching what neither of the man around you were saying...
"..K... Ka..." you weekly whislered before managing to take one or two shaky steps...
You had lost a lot of blood... and you were all beaten up already... but you had to get to him...
When Kai overhauled the guy for the fifth time he noticed your shaky figurine aproaching him... his wide golden eyes meeting your weak yet beautiful (E/C) ones...
You smiled at him before muttering your last words before giving in your exaustation.
"You came for me..."
His shouts for your name and the feeling of his warm arms enveloping your frame,preventing you to fall, were the last thing you could cat h it for that day...
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"M-Master Overhaul, She's in a very critical state, I wouldn't recommend you to use your quirk... at least not yet, just wait until she regains her conciousness and some of the blood... but I don't think that it will... w-well, be soon..."
He nodded numbly, eyes still focused on your figurine on the bed... all patch it up.
"Dismissed." He ordered bitterly. The koment the old man left the room he took a seat close to your bed and took your hand on his.
"...angel. Those sick people are going to pay. I promise... but... even if you only come back to despise me, to shout at me... please do it... just come back..." he felt the disgusting warm liquid slide from his eyes and fall into your hand.
"I-I can't... don't go now... angel, please..." he shakily lowered his head while bringing your much smaller hand betwen his glived ones up.
"Please don't leave me in the dark.... you're the only reason why I see light in this miserable life of mine... just..." he sobbed while gripling into your hand tighter "Come back...please just come back..."
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You groggily opened your eyes, trying to focus your sign to at least have a understatement of where you were at the moment.
First you felt the comforting sheets beneath your palm... the fluffiness of the pillow you were laying on... the feeling of something sticking through your skin and veins... then finally noticing the machine monitoring your heartbeat with the constant beep and the half bag of blood hanging above you.
Ah.. now you remembered...
You winced when you tried to move, with a lot of force you manage to at least lay your back on the matress and stare at the window at your side.
It was a... rather beautiful day outside....
You took another look in the room and immediately relaxed at noticing it was one of the yakuza's house rooms you were in...
You heard the muffled voices of both Pops and Chrono soeaking aling with some steps.
"Kai please my boy, you haven't eaten nothing for at least three days straight. Only getting out of that room to shower."
"I can look at them while you take a break Chisa-" both voices suddenly stopped... you guessed it was because Kai had sended them a glare.
You smiled weakly yet worriedly... how long did you slept?
"We will bring something for you later then. Come Kurono." The elder spoked before you heard the sigh of your boyfriend before creaking the door open.
... dear god...
He looked... horrible. Bags under his eyes... he surely had losted more weight and to complete that tired... defeated, depressed look on his eyes.
He was constantly looking at the ground, still not noticing you were awake still.
He closed the door before locking it, hitting his forehead shortly after with a sigh.
"K... Kai?" You manage to croak out, making him jump before he abruptly turned his chest to you.
His eyes were wide open as he stared at you... disbelief clearly on his face.
You weakly giggled before forcing out a few more words.
"H-How long did I-" befire you could even finish your sentence Chisaki just walked to you and beought you to a crushing hug, yet still carefull with the neddles.
He breath in your scent before shakily sighing, it was not only fine woth him because he was always monitoring your cleaning abits while unconscious, but the kist important of all.
You were there. You were here. Breathing. Talking.
"K-Kai?"
"My angel..." he sighed in relief, still not believing that he was crying tears of joy "For a second I thought that... that I had..."
"No... I am going to be a pain in your ass forever." You giggled at your own joke but immediately stopped at seing the... defeated and hurted look of your boyfriend.
He grabbed your fa e between his gloved ones before nuzzling his covered nkse in your head.
"I am such a fool... I heard all of what you thought I think of you... angel Im so sorry, I should never had let out my frustations on you, I did know what day was I swear on my soul but I just had to finish those things before I could even-"
"Kai, its okay." He looked at you in disbelied but still broke st that sweet smile of yours.
"I was pretending... I know how much you care love, you never fail to make me see that..."
He shook his head abruptly before he grabbed your hand harshly and aimed at his own head.
"No. You can't just forgive me that easy. Please angel, I hurt you, I was the responsible for this. Just hit me with all you've got... I deserve worst..."
You went to deny but he just keep pressing your palm against his covered cheek over and over again.
"Do it. Its a order." He growled before he let go of your hand and closed his eyes, already expecting.
You simply stared at it... before you sighed and simply pressed gently your palm against his cheek and carresed your thumb gently his cheek.
He widened his eyes while furrowing his eyebrows, looking at you as you trailed your hand up to his hair.
"Why should I..?" You smiled sweetly at him, nlt stoping your gsntle actions.
"Stop this..." he said shakily, gripping the bedsheets and onto his leg. "Stop acting like none of that happened. I am the responsible for this." He growled while finally managing to look at your eyes.
"Stop being so kind goddammit... not with me... not with me out of all people in this sick planet..."
"... why should I stop?" You trailed your hand down his jaw again, catching the hate towards himself on his eyes.
"I just sayed it. Don't play dumb with me..."
"I'm not..." you sayed softly.
"Stop." He said shakily, not flinching away from your hand since he was craving it for two three days already.
"I love you... thank you for coming back to rescue me."
"Stop this dammit!" He said sternly before rubbing one of his eyes intensely "I can't understand you... I can't."
He rested his head in your shoulder while you smiled at his action, despite the sadness, and hugged hin tight ignoring the pain.
"Don't be so kind-! Dammit... I can't understand you (Y/n)... why this had to hurts so much...?" He got up to craddle your face between his hand after he took his mask off and stared deel at your soul.
"Why? After all I've done?"
"... I love you. Simple as that."
He breath in shakily before crashing his lips in yours, not even thinking straigjt, just wanting to feel you against him...
"Angel... my angel I swear on my soul that I love you so much more." He said between kisses, he trailed from your mouth to your cheeks, nose, chin and for last your forehead...
You smiled in pure joy... despite the pain..
The devil smiled teary back before returning his actions... after all, he almost losed his angel,.. so he was going to show, despite feeling slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable at first, his precious little piece of heaven how important she was to him.
"W-Wait don't you have to wor-" he muffled your words with a deep kiss before murmuring in your cheek lowly before returning his assault to your lips.
"Screw work."
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Red Roulette part VIII
Helena sat in her office remembering Chang's words from last night. “As if I didn't know about my intuition, if it wasn't for my intuition I wouldn't open casinos in the States or raise such amount of money, you idiot” she thought. Then, for a split second, she remembered his hands holding her hand and her waist. Gently, yet firm enough to keep her from talking any more. She lit a cigarette and tossed the lighter at the corner of the desk. She quickly dispelled her memories, returning to the issue of the diamond. From the words of Chang showed that the guy did it on behalf of someone, and so probably the diamond has already been transferred to the client.
"Sebastian!"
A seconds later he appeared in the office waiting for an order.
"Bring the Spider over here immediately, maybe he will know something today that will be helpful"
"Of course, I'll get him right away," he replied and left the office quickly.
If someone did order the theft of the diamond, there must have been some trace of it on the streets. So many informants were fooling around deceiving every single profitable handful of information that such a fact of handing over the diamond could not have escaped them.
“ Mrs. Roulette! How nice ... "Spider began as soon as he entered, but Helena quickly cut off his greeting.
“Okay, finish this cirrus. Fast. Have you heard of any strange meeting last night? "
"Virtually every one in this city, as if you could be more precise"
“It's mainly about the diamond, so focus. Whatever you heard, whatever you know "
“Let's start 600,000,” he smiled.
She had no desire or time to bargain with him, so she just nodded, trying to trust her intuition that he was the only person who could move her search forward.
"I heard one guy brag about a huge amount of money earned for one thing, just one Job. Maybe not a diamond specifically, but quite a similarity"
"Well, who was it then?"
"One of the people coming to the Yellow Flag, long brown hair, possibly American, weird that’s why I remember and that's all I know."
This was more than she could figure out so far, so she thought she had found the lead. All she had to do was find this man and find out who told him to do the job. Time was running out and there was also a risk that someone would want to sell this diamond abroad. Probably worth more than all of Roanapur .
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Sebastian headed for the Yellow Flag, a dingy bar on the main street. Inside, it was swarming with suspicious curiosities - dealers, bounty hunters, dirty workmen, prostitutes who could be hired upstairs. In all this hive, he was looking for an American with long hair.
"Hi Bao " greeted the owner "how's the deal?"
"So far so good, it's only been a week since the last damage, how r you ?"
"It's pretty good to say the casino is spinning somehow, little problems"
"Problems? What, boss has her period? " laughed, but after Sebastian's expression he retired to safer topics "so what problems?"
"I'm looking for a new stranger, he must have arrived here about two days ago, a long-haired brunette, an American, have you heard something about it?"
Bao rapped on the counter to indicate that nothing is for free. Sebastian took a bundle of money out of his pocket and asked for a mug of beer for that.
"My dear, if any connoisseur from Uncle Sam is going to roll through this town, he is sure to look into a lovely restored place like the Yellow Flag!" Bao moved closer to him so that no one would hear what he was saying "... how to tell you, the girls upstairs are definitely perfect"
Sebastian didn’t need more. He jumped up, throwing an additional tip to the bartender, and ran upstairs. Already on the stairs there were crowds of women who were Whiting for the client. Mixed voices of men and women came from everywhere. Every room felt occupied. Sebastian had to choose one to find the American.
One room caught his attention as there was no sound. He decided to try and blew the door open. Inside, a white man sat on the couch, counting quite a large mountain of money. It was obvious this guy was the one he was looking for.
In an instant, he took out the gun before he could react and pointed it at him.
"Dude what are you ?!"
"I would advise you to start talking before your brain will be on that wall over there!" he shouted.
The gun was now right at his temple.
"Who did you sell the diamond to?" Sebastian asked the distressed American.
"It's nothing personal man"
'I don't care, you stole my boss's diamond, who's not a very patient woman. If you want to get out of this, I advise you to talk, we will probably manage without you, but it will be faster,' he replied, unlocking the gun.
The American, feeling the barrel of the gun against his temple, understood how much he did not care about keeping the client's secret. He had money, keeping his life was a priority. Later he talked more than had to.
He was commissioned by an Italian named Dotti right after his arrival in Roanapur. He escaped from the Italian mafia and hid somewhere in the city, gathering his strength to take over the position of the then mafia boss. He couldn't announce his great comeback yet, so he decided to start marking his grounds with minor intimidations. Defecting Helena was to scare her and take over the casino as a new home. The plan might have worked if it had happened to someone else. Helena wasn't going to let go of such an insult, she would have pulled information about him from the city's canals to get him.
"THIS IS ALL I KNOW!" he shouted "really even the pasta makers don't know where he is. NOBODY knows, I got the money a moment ago together with the key to this room!"
There was nothing else to ask. He sheathed the gun and grabbed the bag of money, then threw them all out of the open window. Hundreds of dollars scattered across the crowded street. Seconds later, there were shouts of surprise and fights for every dollar.
"FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER WTF ?!"
'Enjoy you're alive. I'd rather blow your head off now" Sebastian replied and left.
He returned to the casino as soon as possible. It was the most important piece of information, the main puzzle to solve the whole case. They might have started working before it was too fast to spread around town that the Roulette casino could be brazenly robbed.
Sebastian shared with Helena all the clues he had obtained. Without a moment's thought, she rushed to the phone and started calling known informants if anyone had heard of Datti's location . Unfortunately, silence, no one knew him and no one heard of him since he hid from the Italian mafia.
"The little fish don't know anything or don't want to sprinkle ..." she said, looking out the window. Sebastian had the impression that she was running out of ideas on what to do next.
'Maybe actually wait for an intimidation attempt? There is a chance he'll reveal himself. ”Helena didn't let him finish, she held up a hand to silence him.
'I won't wait, Sebastian. It's a perfect night to spill some blood, "she said with a slight smile on her face, then added," If the little fish don't know anything, let's see what the shark says. "
'It means ?'
'We're going to talk to All-Knowing-Mr-Chang , I think it might be a good move.' her green eyes flashed.
Sebastian felt as if she was getting excited about this whole situation.
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The private line telephone began to ring. Chang picked up "Cho , if they're Cubans again with cocaine in their veins, fire them, I won't play business with junkies," he dropped after a hard day. From this morning, one of the cartel people wants to sell him the idea of cracking down on cocaine in Japan. Like a drugged man, full of vision, he only wasted his time.
'Of course boss, it's just ... they're not Cubans. Red Roulette and Sebastian are here asking for a meeting'
Somewhere in the background you could hear Helena's voice, who didn't like the phrase 'ask'. She clearly tried to correct that she required this meeting.
'Let them in'
Chang began to believe that this evening was not going to be written off after all. "But there are still people in this town who can keep me entertained," he thought. A moment later he heard the clap of heels and a knock on his office door.
'Come in'
Cho entered first and signaled that they could enter. Helena straightened her red hair quickly and walked in with a serious look.
"Why do I owe such a great visit," he asked, comfortably leaning against the desk.
'I'll be short because I don't have time. I know who ordered the theft and it was Dotti , a former member of the Italian Mafia, but I have no idea where he is ' she came close enough to rest her hands on his desk. The red nails tapped gently impatiently. Her green eyes, full of fury, waited for his reply. It was only then that he noticed that there was a tiny mole on her face next to her left eye. Right at the tip , as if it was waiting to be spotted under the cover of red waves of hair. The long black dress sparkled softly in the light, and Chang wished she would take a few steps back to see her leg emerging from the slit. The louder tapping of her nails brought him back to reality. He wanted to laugh at wandering his mind, but quickly gathered his thoughts.
"Of course, I know where he is. Boss of the italian mafia still makes me laugh that he can’t find this Dotti guy. I'll help you with him, " he replied, standing to put on his jacket.
'You misunderstood me, Mr. Chang. I don't want you to help me deal with him. Just give me his location, I'll do the rest myself. '
It made the corner of his mouth turn into a devilish smile. The predator's gaze shone from behind his black glasses .
'Sorry, I misinterpreted your intentions. Then let me accompany you on this journey ”he offered her a hand, lowering his head as if inviting her to dance.
He was eager to see this confrontation unfold. And most of all, what she can do. As a new fish in town, she had to show that she could do more than sell information, otherwise it would be difficult for her. She could slide quickly to the very bottom of that Roanapur abyss .
'In that case, let's dance tonight' she smiled malevolently.
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Perfect. Everything was going smoothly and according to plan.
Later after the party, Christopher would pay Salvador a huge sum of money for doing his job. Well, he should admit that, at first, it seemed so difficult. The victim, himself, didn't look that intimidating, sure, but, his pets sure did. What were they again? Ah! A glowing panther and an extremely talkative blue parrot.
Who is this V person, anyway?! An exotic pet smuggler?!
Eh, it doesn't matter now! Thought Salvador as he glanced at V's house from his own car. Stealing those vintage clothing and that necklace was a,...
"Piece of cake!" The man exclaimed as he adjusted the rear view mirror. Taking a comb from the pocket of his black leather jacket, he began fixing his already slick - looking hair. Giving his own reflection the gun fingers, he sang along to the music in his car speakers, "We're talking away, I don't know what I'm to say I'll say it, anyway. Today's another day to find you shying away. I'll be coming for your love, okay? Take on me,... TAKE ON ME - !
"WHOA!"
Not a moment too soon, Salvador found himself stumbling on the ground next to two pairs of feet. Somehow, the car door ( which was locked ) was forced open and he felt strong hands dragging him out. He looked up and saw two very irate - looking strangers. The woman had her arms crossed and the man was tapping his booted foot on the ground.
"WHO ARE YOU, PEOPLE?!" Salvador screamed as he tried to scramble away from the two strangers. However, his escape was unsuccessful when the man grabbed his jacket and yanked him off the ground. "H - HAVE MERCY ON ME, PLEASE!"
"Is this the one, Nico?" The man asked the woman, who just lit up a cigarette and began smoking.
Pointing two fingers at Salvador, the woman called Nico spoke. "That's the one. Or, unless I'm wrong and he's not the one spying on V here for almost a week!"
"Y - Y - YOU GOT THE WRONG PERSON!" Salvador pleaded, already feeling his sweat run cold and his bones weaken. He tried to pry himself loose from the man's grip but, he was just too strong! "I - I - I DON'T KNOW W - WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!"
All of a sudden, they heard an awful noise coming from the car, and a few moments later, that same talkative blue bird came into view.
"HE'S GOT IT!" The noisy bird squawked as it pointed at something with its wing. They all turned towards the direction it's pointing at and noticed that same glowing panther, the pieces of the ripped vintage clothing in its mouth, standing just next to the car.
Which means,...
The awful noise that Salvador heard earlier was the sound of his car trunk breaking!
"YOU,... FUCKING ZOO MASCOTS!" Salvador howled in anger.
It happened in a matter of seconds. Poor Salvador was about to fight back when he felt his body go numb all of a sudden. It's as if an incredible jolt of electricity ran through his system to the numerous ends of his nerves at the speed of light, making him fall to the ground, helpless and unmoving.
As a matter of fact, he really felt he should've been dead with that unprecedented attack but, miraculously, he's not.
"I can't find the necklace anywhere!" He heard another woman say. Where did that come from?!
"Let's check again!" Answered the other female, the one who smoked.
It's,... no use,... Salvador thought, his face still lying flat on the ground where he fell. B - boss,... has the w - wretched thing!
"It's not,... fucking here!" The aggravated male swore a few moments later after all that ruckus in the car.
"We should let him know." The woman who smoked said. "He's the one who originally owns it."
"I agree with you on that, Nico."
He? Salvador thought helplessly. Who the heck - ?! What now?!
*
Fly me to the moon,
Let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like on
A - Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand.
In other words, baby, kiss me.
Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more.
You are all I long for,
All I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true.
In other words, I love you.
The voice of the Frank Sinatra wannabe on the stage soared high above the romantic place as the couples, all dressed in their best vintage, danced to the hypnotic, timeless tune.
And as you danced the dreamy Foxtrot with your tall, green - eyed partner, your mind couldn't help but go over, and over again through the events that led right to this moment.
"Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you,..." V's low and gentle voice mesmerized you. There simply was this special something in his voice. Something very warm and familiar. You've noticed it the first time during Avery's wedding where you've met him but, you didn't pay it too much attention. At least, not too much. However, during that night when he visited you and read to you that lovely story about Cupid and his beloved muse, you could no longer deny that fact. You can't actually pinpoint what it was but, it certainly lured you in closer to him.
Yes, there's no use denying that now.
You feel something for V, that you're definitely sure of.
You just kept wondering, is he really the one? Were your feelings even mutual? And what if the same thing happens to you? That thing that Christopher did to you?
Many doubtful things about V plagued your mind since that night but, now that he's here, right before you, you're very sure. Very sure, indeed.
You almost did not hear his shy, and yet bashful voice above the overwhelming applause and cheers he received from the other guests as he spoke to you after his heartwarming ( and cheesy ) song. His warm smile, pleading eyes, and gentle touch as he took your hand and planted a kiss on it made you feel like you were the most enchanting woman in the whole wide world.
The one and only enchantingly beautiful woman in V's whole world,...
"Pardon my delay." He told you, the guests still cheering wildly for the both of you. "I was,... catching up on some - "
You cut him off, placing a single finger over those supple lips of his. With wide green eyes, he saw you lean closer to him. And with a wildly racing heart, he heard you whisper sweetly to his ear, "I know. It's alright." Then, giving him an equally warm, and sweet, smile that flung his heart beat off its normal rhythm, you added, "You came. That's all that matters."
"Well, well! If it isn't Mr. Domestic guy!" An obnoxious voice boomed all of a sudden, destroying the sweet and tender mood and killing your moment with V. "How rude of you to keep your lady waiting!"
That,... mother - !
Earning disgusted looks from the people standing closest to you ( especially Trish and Lady ), Christopher went on with his self - primping. And bullying. "And what,... old clothes you wear!"
There, he said it. He emphasized the words, old clothes.
He knew what's going on! You thought as you threw the man a scornful, disgusted look.
Showing your,... true colors! V thought at the same time as he held you closer to him and shielded you from the overbearing guy. I see,...
I will make you pay,... Christopher thought as he gave V a very awful and challenging look. You two,... will pay!
"The better," You answered, your brave voice soaring high above the noise of Fleminger's ball room. " ... to spend this beautiful vintage evening with."
"So, we're talking about spending nights with someone else now, huh?" Christopher, like the rude man that he was, bit the bait, a very visible tint of red coloring his face. You knew that look. He was getting really riled up. "Let's see,... hmm,... how about," He uttered in a sickly sing - song voice as he pointed an accusing finger at both you and V. This made you stand instinctively in front of V, reversing your positions from before, and protecting the poor poet from your evil ex. And this made Christopher even angrier. " ... a challenge, perhaps? Whoever grabs the title of King and Queen this year,... wins! How about that?"
"We have no intention of - " V began but, you cut him off once more. You,... just couldn't stand Christopher's bullying anymore.
This has to stop! Here and now! And you will not stand by idle, and do nothing! You will fight this! And win the war! No matter what it takes!
"How do we do that?" You questioned, feeling your blood boil for the evil doctor.
"Eh, it's obvious, isn't it?" Christopher gestured with his thumb, pointing at the middle of the room where Dante began doing his Michael Jackson routine once more. "We go by Fleminger's rules. We rule the dancefloor. If you win, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. If not,... well! We'll see! How's that, Little Miss Domestic?"
Leaving V for a while, you stepped closer towards Christopher and looked at him straight in the eye, dead set on bringing the evil man down.
"You're on," You answered, and with a hint of sass in your voice from being bullied, as well, you added, "Mr. Narcist."
"Now, I wonder who the Damsel In Distress really is here." A male voice interrupted. Turning your eyes to the source of this new voice, you found the robust ( and bald ) host of the party. Smiling at you and bowing theatrically, he spoke. "Pardon my,... intrusion. As you may have already known, I'm called Flanagan Allen Fleminger. But, you can simply call me,... Fleminger."
"Sir Fleminger!" Christopher greeted in an overly exaggerated way. "How wonderful it is to finally meet you. I' am - "
"Did I hear a challenge just now?" Fleminger asked with a very curious smile. "Because I do love challenges!"
You and V gave each other a worried glance, both pondering whether you should take this Fleminger man's intervention as an opportunity or as a warning. The man looked suspicious enough! Really suspicious,...
"Well! My spacious ball room is more than ready,... and equipped,... for any,... chivalrous challenges,... in the name of love. And honor! If I may add." Fleminger exclaimed as he excitedly clasped his hands and glided towards V. How does anyone simply glide like that? "I hope you find it,... challenging enough for your taste,... My Lord." He said and walked away with that mischievous smile on his face.
Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more.
You are all I long for,
All I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true.
In other words, I love you.
The music wound to a close, and as you and V took your bow, you heard the audience's excited cheers as they called for Christopher and Lady's name above all other couples who were dancing along with you. It's very difficult to deny it but, that Lancaster guy do have a way with ballroom dances.
And he clearly looked like he's winning the game,...
You felt V's grip on your hands tighten as you noticed him looking with such distress at the horrible enemy. You couldn't really blame him. Three dances in and people just couldn't help but be entranced by Christopher and Lady's moves. It's as if their perfectly choreographed moves has the ability to put anyone under a spell, and that alone spells trouble for both you and V.
What would happen to the two of you if Lancaster wins this?! What would happen if he and Lady becomes King and Queen of The Night? He probably would never stop bullying you and V for the rest of your life!
"Heads up!" You heard Trish tell you with a pat on your arm, making you turn your attention to her and her dance partner, Dante.
"Hey! Rockin' the dance floor?" The Devil Hunter greeted you with an overly confident smile that said I'll nab the title of King! all over despite Christopher's undeniable popularity. And this made Trish roll her eyes.
"Popularity polls don't matter!" Trish went on. With a sly glance at Fleminger, who was watching the dances at one of the upper boxes, she added, "It's him who decides the winner." And with a reassuring smile on her face, she said, "You're doing just fine."
"Yeah, right. Thanks" You answered as you watched the woman regally walk away with Dante. How could any woman stay perfectly poised and fresh after rounds of Waltz, Quick Step, and Foxtrot?!
"(Y/N)," All of a sudden, you heard your partner speak, his low voice slightly making you worry. " ... I should not have dragged the both of us in this hopeless situation. Forgive me,... "
What? "Hey, it's not your fault! I was the one who accepted that man's challenge." You reminded him as the rest of the couples took their five - minute break before the next dance. "It's not your fault, V."
"But, I was the one who invited you here,... " And it was the truth. V wanted you to have a memorable and fun night with him. He planned this event through and through in his head and he honestly thought that everything would go smoothly and perfectly. In his eagerness to fulfill your last wish, he was not able to predict one tiny setback.
And that setback happened to be the biggest, most annoying throat choke that ever lived on the planet. One that just wouldn’t go down in defeat even with more than eight glasses of water and a few cat scratches on the neck. Or, in V’s case, one that refused to stay in the Underworld after being kicked there.
Why didn't he just stay in Hell for good?! That damned Christopher Lancaster?!
"Oh, my!"
V's eyes widened and his protective instincts kicked in as he saw Lady just bump into you. On the other hand, you didn't even notice it when the woman who looked like Audrey Hepburn suddenly, and out of the blue, appeared just like that, and you totally blamed it on your lack of focus.
"Oh, how silly of me!" Lady apologized with a smile as she helped you on your feet.
"It's alright. I wasn't paying attention. I - "
V's eyebrows knitted in confusion as he saw Lady whisper something to you as soon as you got up. He was even tempted to barge in but, when she left a few moments later, he noticed that there was something in her different - colored eyes. A knowing glint,... that apparently only you and her understand.
"My dear, are you alright?" V began asking when he noticed your facial expression changing to a more,... challenging look?
"Yes, I'm,... super!" You answered as you thoughtfully drummed your chin with your fingers. Looking up at him, you touched his arm and said, "I'm just gonna,... fix something."
"P - pardon? Is everything alright?"
"I'll be right back, I promise."
V helplessly watched you as you made your way towards the powder room, and it was definitely not helping with the situation, at all! With Nico, Nero, and his familiars all gone on an errand, he felt his focus vanishing and slipping off his fingers! And being left alone on that unfamiliar dance floor made him feel like he was standing, in the middle of the vast ocean, with about a hundred, hungry sharks swimming about, on a thin sheet of ice that was threatening to break beneath his cold feet!
And he never felt that tensed in his miserable life!
V's eagle sight noticed the musicians as they went back to their pedestal for another round of dance music, and he became all the more nervous for what will occur!
But, he must remain calm! And focused! And -
***
🌸 Okay, this one literally took almost an hour to upload. But, all of a sudden, I developed a strong urge to put V and his beloved into this cheesy 80's music video. It's now 5am, and I'm still singing TAKE ON ME! Oh, rip! Oh, rip, indeed! 😅😅😅 🌸
🌸 @la-vita , @dreaming-gamer , @birdgirl69 , @v-vic , and @hanniskywalker . 🌸
***
"Told you I'll be right back." V heard your sweet and playful voice once more, and when he turned around with vast relief to see you, he was more than shocked!
Your skirt,...
Your beautiful and elegant white skirt,...
YOU RIPPED YOUR SKIRT!
But,... WHY?!
"(Y/N), dear, I don't think that's - !" V stuttered in distress, wanting to blurt out the word inappropriate as gently as he could, as his sight wandered over your bare legs. But, he just could not find any word to replace it. What’s more, he was even beginning to notice the audience taking notice of your sudden change!
"Trust me, V." You reassured him as you smiled confidently at him. Yes, you don't quite trust Lady. But, her words earlier,...
There was no way in hell that she would lie to you! No fricking way!
You looked up at the upper boxes and noticed Fleminger excitedly leaning in closer to his seat the moment the musicians picked up their instruments. A tall guy, followed by two ladies ( probably back up singers ), stepped on the musician's platform and grabbed their own microphones.
Then, the music started.
Oh, Lady was definitely right!
You spread your arms confidently wide in a seemingly familiar pose, waiting for V to take the lead.
A few moments later, V realized,...
The next dance was,... !
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🌸 Three Wishes 🌸
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Duke Reviews: The Avengers
Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where We're Covering The Marvel Cinematic Universe...
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And I'm Very Excited For Today's Show As Today We're Talking About The Avengers!
This Film Is The Event All These Films Have Been Working Up To, The Film Sees Nick Fury Recruiting Iron Man, Captain America, Thor And The Hulk To Stop Thor's Brother Loki From Taking Over The World
Will The Avengers Stop Loki Before He Brings His Army To Conquer New York?
Let's Find Out As We Watch The Avengers...
The Movie Starts When A Voice From A Being Known As The Other, Talks About The Tesseract Awakening And How An Ally Of His Along With An Army Of Their Chitauri Is Headed For Earth To Get It As The Humans Don't Know How To Control It's True Power Like The Way The Other's Mysterious Boss Or His Ally Does...
Cutting To A S.H.I.E.L.D. Base In The Middle Of Nowhere That's Been Given An Evacuation Order, Nick Fury And His Second In Command, Maria Hill (Played By Robin From How I Met Your Mother) Arrive By Helicopter To Find Out What Is Going On From Agent Phil Coulson And Dr. Erik Selvig Who Say That The Tesseract Is Misbehaving And Energy Levels Are Climbing...
Talking With Clint Barton (Who's Been Keeping An Eye On Selvig) He Tells Fury That There's Been No Tampering On This End But Remembering That The Tesseract Is A Doorway To The Other End Of Space, Barton Tells Fury That Doors Open From Both Sides...
After That The Tesseract Creates A Portal Into Space Which Brings Loki To Earth...
Firing Blasts At People And Attacking Guards, Loki Takes Control Of Barton Before Talking With Fury Who Is Trying To Take The Tesseract. Telling Fury That He Needs The Tesseract, Fury Stalls Loki As Loki Tells Fury Who He Is And That He Intends To Take Over The World As He Places Selvig Under His Control...
With Barton Explaining Fury's Methods To Loki, Loki Has Hawkeye Shoot Fury So He Can Take The Tesseract. Still Alive After Being Shot, Fury Contacts Maria Hill To Tell Her That Barton Has Been Compromised...
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A Few Days Later In Russia, We Catch Up With Natasha Romanoff Who Has Been Captured By Russian Mobsters When She's Contacted By Coulson Who Tells Her That They Need Her...
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Meanwhile In India, A Little Girl Asks For Bruce Banner (Played Now By Mark Ruffalo) To Help Her Sick Father. Taking Bruce To Him, He Ends Up Being Ditched By By The Kid So Banner Can Talk To Natasha Who Says That S.H.I.E.L.D. Needs Him To Come In To Help Them Trace The Tesseract As It Emits A Low Radiation Gamma Signature, And There's No One Who Knows Gamma Radiation More Than Him...
As Banner Agrees To Come In, Fury Has A Meeting With The World Security Council (Which Features Powers Boothe (Who Would Later Play A Role On Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. And Voiced Gorilla Grodd On The Justice League Animated Series) And Jenny Agutter (Who Is Known For Her Role In An American Werewolf In London But Is More Known For Her Role In Logan's Run) ) Who Tell Fury To Get Phase 2 Ready As It Was Made For This Reason...
But Fury Believes That Response Team Would Work Better As Phase 2 Isn't Ready Yet But Reminding Fury That The Avengers Initiative Was Shut Down Because (As The Snooty Morons Put It) "They Don't Want To Leave The Fate Of The Human Race To A Handful Of Freaks!" And That "War Isn't Won By Sentiment"
Well, Then How Did Captain America Beat Hydra, You Asshole!
And Speaking Of Cap, That's Who Fury Goes To See After The Meeting. Giving Cap A File On The Tesseract, Fury Tells Cap About Loki Saying That If He's In There'll Be A Lot That They Have To Bring Him Up To Speed On...
Later That Night, We Catch Up With Iron Man As He Connects A Device To The New York Power Grid That Will Power The New Stark Tower. Coming Into The Tower After Doing That, Tony Spends Time With Pepper Only To Interrupted By Phil Coulson Who Asks Him To Come In Because It's Not About Personality Profiles Anymore And With Both Tony And Pepper Eventually Realizing That Phil Is Serious, Tony Decides To Come In, While Coulson Drops Off Pepper At LaGuardia...
The Next Day, Cap Arrives With Coulson On Board A Quinjet Which Lands On What Looks To Be A Navy Vessel. Once On-Board, Cap Meets Bruce Banner And Natasha Romanoff, Who Tells Cap And Banner That They May Want To Step Inside As It's Gonna Get A Little Hard To Breathe...
With Alarms Going Off We Soon See That It's No Navy Vessel But The Motherfreaking Helicarrier, Baby!...
Once Inside The Main Control Room, Fury Activates The Ship's Stealth Mode, Fury Talks With Banner, Who Tells S.H.I.E.L.D. To Have Their Spectrometers Searching For Gamma Rays While He Goes With Romanoff To S.H.I.E.L.D.'S Lab To Work On A Tracking Algorithm For The Tesseract...
However, While Banner's Doing That, S.H.I.E.L.D. Gets A Lock On Loki Who Is In Stuttgart, Germany Causing Trouble At Some Museum Gala While Barton Steals Some Iridium From Their Storage Rooms For Selvig But As Loki Adresses The People, Telling Them To Kneel Before Him (Which Kind Of Sounds Like Something Another Supervillain Would Say)...
An Old Man Stands Up To Loki...
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With Loki On Board The Quinjet, Tony And Steve Talk For A Few Second Before We Hear A Sound Of Thunder...
Which Leads To Thor Bursting In And Taking Loki From The Quinjet With Both Tony And Steve Following Him...
Discovering That Thor Got Here Not By The Bifrost By Odin's Magic, We Get A Tender Moment Between Thor And Loki Where He Tells Him That They Thought He Was Dead And That Despite Loki's True Parentage They're Still Brothers But Loki's Like "Screw You, Bro I'm Tired Of Living In Your Shadow, I'm Gonna Be King Whether It's On Asgard Or Here And I Got Friends Who'll Back Me Up If You Try To Take Me On"...
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With Loki Locked In A Cell Made For The Hulk Inside Of The Helicarrier, Fury Talks With Loki With Thor, Cap Natasha And Banner Hearing Everything But Not Really Finding Out Anything About Loki's Plan But Yet Somehow Thor Knows It...
Telling Cap, Natasha And Banner That Loki Is Leading An Army Of Chitauri Which Loki Will Use To Conquer Earth In Return For The Tesseract, Knowing That Loki Is Using Selvig To Build A Portal To Their Realm, But Wondering What Loki Needed Iridium For, Stark Bursts In To Tell Them That Loki Needs It For A Stabilizing Agent To Keep The Portal Open...
And With The Rest Of The Materials Coming From Barton, The Only Thing They'll Need Is A Power Source Of High Energy Density To Kickstart The Tesseract
Asking Tony To Help Him In The Lab, Tony And Banner Analyze Loki's Staff But When Tony Zaps Banner With A Small Electric Stick, Steve Enters To Tell Tony To Not Do That In Fear Of Banner Becoming The Hulk...
Telling Tony To Focus On The Problem At Hand, However, Both Tony And Banner Believe That Fury Is Hiding Something Despite Steve Just Seeing This As Loki Winding Them Up And That If They Don't Stay Focused He'll Succeed...
But Thinking That Stark And Banner May Be Right, Steve Goes Off To Investigate...
Back In The Lab, The Science Bros. (As The Fanbase Calls Bruce And Tony) Get To Know Each Other A Little Better. While We Discover Where Natalie Portman Is During This Movie And Romanoff Has A Word With Loki That Leads To Exposition About Her Relationship With Barton And Leads To Her Discovering Loki's Plan To Use The Hulk As A Distraction While He Escapes...
Talking With Banner And Tony About Why They Haven't Found The Tesseract Yet, But With The Signuture Sweeping Now, It's Just Going To Take Time...
After Having Jarvis Scan S.H.I.E.L.D.'S Computers, Tony Asks Fury What Phase 2 Is, Which Leads To Cap Telling Them That Phase 2 Is S.H.I.E.L.D. Using The Tesseract To Make Weapons Like Hydra Did (Which Cap Discovered In A Box That Was In The Underbelly Of The Helicarrier)...
With Banner Wondering Why As Thor And Natasha Enter The Room..
And Because It's Mark Ruffalo And He Just Had To Throw In A Little Bit Of His Activisim Into Bruce Banner By Talking About Weapons Of Mass Destruction...
Fury Explains That It's Because Of The Destroyer Attack In New Mexico As It Showed Not Only That They Are Not Alone In This Universe But Also That They Are Hopelessly Outgunned, And Despite Thor's People Not Being A Threat, The World's Filling Up With People Who Can't Be Matched Or Controlled...
And From There It's Argument To Argument Mainly From Steve And Tony Which Isn't What I Wanted To See From Them In This Movie...
Of All The People Who Should Be Happy To See Steve, I Expected It To Be Tony As After Learning Alot About His Father In The Last Iron Man Movie He Most Likely Would Have A Lot Of Questions About Him To Ask Steve, Like What Was My Father Like Back Then? Was He More Like Me Than I Believed He Was? And As We Saw In One Scene In First Avenger Him And Tony Were Definitely Alike In A Similar Fashion And It Pissed Me Off That We Never Got That But A Fight Over Who's Ego Is Bigger? Tony Or Steve? Instead Which I Would Have Prefered To See In A Sequel Rather Than This...
Eventually, Barton And A Bunch Of Brainwashed S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents On Board A Quinjet Prepare To Land On The Helicarrier But Before They Do, Barton Takes Out A Helicarrier Engine With An Explosive Arrow Which Tells Both Tony And Steve To Shut Up And Suit Up...
After Suiting Up, Tony And Steve Fix The Damage To The Engines While On A Lower Floor, Banner Is Transforming Into The Hulk Despite Natasha Trying To Calm Him Down, And From There It Quickly Becomes A Game Of Temple Run Until Thor Shows Up...
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Managing To Escape His Rapidly Falling Cell, Thor Crashes On The Ground While Coulson Says "Screw You For Killing Me, Loki" By Firing The Destroyer Gun At Him...
Meanwhile, Steve Flips The Switch That Fixes The Engines So Tony Can Finish Off What's Left Of Loki's Brainwashed S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents As Loki Gets Away..
Arriving To Get Coulson, Fury Stays With His Friend Until He Dies. Sending Coulson's Body To A Magical Place Called T.A.H.I.T.I., Fury Reunites With Steve And Tony On The Bridge Where He Tells Them That They Were Going To Make An Arsenal With The Tesseract Before About What The Avenger Initiative Was And How Much Coulson Believed In It...
Meanwhile, Thor Goes To Get His Hammer While The Hulk Transforms Back Into Banner (Who Is Completely Naked) Only To Be Confronted By A Janitor (Played By Harry Dean Stanton)..
Back On The Helicarrier, Natasha Manages To Snap Barton Out Of Loki's Control So He Can Tell Nat That Loki Is Making His Move Today While On The Lower Level, Where Loki Was Jailed, Steve And Tony Talk Only For Tony To Realize Where Loki Will Be...
Telling Barton And Romanoff To Suit Up, It Leads To A Montage Of Stark Buffing The Damage Out Of His Suit So He Can Wear It, Thor Grabbing Mijonir So He Can Suit Up And Cap, Hawkeye And Black Widow Going To Steal A Quinjet So They All Can Go Fight Loki...
Heading To Stark Tower, Tony Fires Back At Selvig's Machine Only For The Machine To Fire Back So, Deciding To Take Route 2, Tony Decides To Distract Loki Until His Friends Get Here...
But Tired Of Tony's Talk, Loki Throws Him Out Of A Window Only For The New Mark 7 Suit To Launch, But While Firing A Blast At Loki, A Portal In The Sky Starts To Form...
To Which The Cliche Haters Can Kiss My Ass On!
And Chitauri Start Coming Through To Attack Earth...
Iron Man Deals With Some Of The Chitauri Coming Through The Portal While Thor Fights Loki At Stark Tower And Quinjet With Steve, Natasha And Barton Deal With More Of The Arriving Chitauri Until They're Shot Down Where Cap's Team Is Forced To Fight Them On The Ground With Thor (After Loki Escapes On One Of The Chitauri Ships)...
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Overriding Fury's Orders, The Council Of Morons (As I'm Calling Them) Send Out A Jet With A Nuke To Blow Up All Of New York, Fury Attempts To Stop The Jet With An RPG But They Just Send Another One....
BASTARDS!
Contacting Tony, He Manages To Grab The Nuke So He Can Send It Through The Wormhole To Not Only Destroy The Chitauri Control Ship But Also Shuts Down Tony's Arc Reactor...
With Natasha Closing The Portal, Tony Manages To Fall Through Just As It Closes Only To Be Caught By The Hulk Who Saves His Life On Both Occasions, I Guess? And They Go Up To What Remains Of Stark Tower To Arrest Loki...
In The Aftermath Of The Fight With The Chitauri We See News Reports From All Over The World Including One With Stan Lee...
Stan Lee Cameo!
And Chrissy Seaver From Growing Pains, Who's Obviously A Waitress Now As The Council Of Near Murderers Asks Where The Avengers Are But With Fury Not Telling As We See Them All Go Their Separate Ways With Thor Returning To Asgard With Loki And The Tesseract, Iron Man Taking Hulk Into His Next Movie With Him, Steve Riding Off To See How Much The World Has Changed And Natasha And Barton Going Onto Their Next Mission....
Believing That Fury Has No Clue What He's Unleashed Onto The World With The Council Believing That The Avengers Are Dangerous But Fury Assures The Council That Not Only Does He Know But Every World Knows What He's Unleashed. Wondering If All Of This Was Just To Make A Damn Statement, Fury Just Says That It Wasn't To Make A Statement But A Promise...
With Hill Wondering How It'll Work Now As The Avengers Have Gone Their Separate Ways And If They Fall Into A Situation Like This Again What'll Happen? However Fury Just Tells Hill That They'll Come Back Because They'll Need Them To...
Cutting Back To Stark Tower With Tony And Pepper As They Decide To Remodel It Into A New Headquarters For The Avengers...
As The Credits Roll, We Get A Mid Credits Scene With The Other Telling His Master That He Cannot Attempt To Rule The Humans And To Attack Them Will Just Lead To His Demise And Then We See The Other's Boss Stand As We See That It's Thanos Who Is Like, Bitch, Please!
We Also Get An End Credits Scene With The Avengers Just Getting Schwarma...
Oh, I Mean...
And That's The Avengers And It's A Great Movie!
The Story Is Great, The Characters Are Great, Loki's A Fantastic Villain, I Love Captain America's Costume As It Actually Looks Like The Captain America Costume From The Comics. The Fight Scenes Are Great, The Directing By Joss Whedon Is Fantastic And I Can't Say This Enough See It!
Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...
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so i'm assuming that all the reincarnated ham crew look like their musical actors, which, awesome. but i was thinking about jefferson, who was a racist fucker being reincarnated as a black man. like. how would that even go down?
*emerges from cave, shamefaced* Right, so, does anyone remember that this AU exists? Because I swear to God I didn’t forget, I just only now have had the time. I actually have a bunch of prompts for it, not all of them are going to get written based on...like...my inspiration level, but also this series is alive again, so like. Yep. Here is some Jefferson. Full disclosure, I dislike Jefferson and think his economic plan was some racist bullshit, so...that is evident.
To all you newcomers, I do recommend reading the other stuff, even if you could probably figure it out.
All In One Spot AU
So, the academic affairs office holds out longer than theirpredecessor. Not by much, but by alittle. It takes two full weeks for Alexto hammer through his petition to be allowed to take more than max credits—and it’squite a petition. Angelica takes one look at the twenty-page,double-sided, single-spaced letter to the dean of academics and disavows anyinvolvement, and John grins fondly, remarking that the dean has no idea what he’sgotten into.
The dean, incidentally, has lived his life with pleasantly dim memoriesof Philedelphia with cobblestone streets and a vague impression that he knowsthe unfortunate teacher annually strong-armed into teaching History of theAmerican Revolution. He recalls verylittle else of his time in the Continental Congress—indeed, at gunpoint hecouldn’t have identified what exactly he was doing, back then.
He has a blindingly vividflashback upon looking at the first page of the letter—the pamphlet, really—and immediately feeds the entire thing through hisshredder.
“Jake,” he says, sticking his head out of his office to look at hissecretary.
“Yes, sir?”
“Approve whatever Hamilton’s request was before he sends anymoreletters. I’ve seen enough for severallifetimes.”
“You got it, boss,” says Jake, whose past life was a blissfullyunremarkable farmer in the Italian countryside and who therefore has no ideathat his boss is sparing them all a lot of trouble.
Now, the reason this matters is because Alex walks into his Econ 101class for the first time two weeks into the semester, takes one look at thelesson outline the grad student wrote on the board, and makes a sound ofabsolute incoherent horror.
“Oh my god,” Alex says faintly, frozen in place two steps inside thedoor. He was never an especiallyreligious person, but he’s wondering if maybe the universe is punishing him forpast crimes. He’s not saying one way orthe other if he deserves it, but this seems excessive. “Jefferson is haunting me from beyond thegrave.”
“Listen, kid,” sighs the grad student. She wears her hair buzzed short on one side and is clutching her coffeealmost as fiercely as Alex is, and he thinks this is maybe not her first classtoday from the also, I don’t carelook on her face. “We’re doing a reviewof some basic socioeconomic structures, and the Jeffersonian/Hamiltonian debateis, like, critical. So could you--”
“But it’s bullshit,” Alexbursts out before he can even try to hold his tongue. “It was bullshit when Jefferson first came upwith it, and it’s bullshit now.”
“Jesus Christ,” a voice fromsomewhere in the front third of the lecture hall mutters. A tall figure unfolds itself from a chair andsays, “Have you ever taken an economics class in your life?”
Alex can actually taste the way his blood pressure skyrockets. It occurs to him, briefly, that someone—possiblyEliza, also possibly the General—might kill him if he starts a fight right now,but. On the other hand. He’s going to start a fight. He’s got no choice, basically.
“Have you?” he demands rudely,turning to stare up the lecture hall at the young man—maybe a sophomore, he’stoo angry to be sure, but he’s wearing a very questionable magenta hoodie andhis hair is even fluffier than Lafayette’s and honestly he has a very punchableface, in Alex’s humble opinion—and narrowing his eyes. “I mean, do you have a single legitimateargument for why Jefferson’s bullshit plan would work? Because let me just say, plenty of Southernersloved to sit around and talk about how the country was being railroaded by thebig cities in the North but--”
“If the North can’t balance their own needs with the supply they cangenerate, why should the South--”
Fine, if that’s how he wants to play it. Alex raises his voice to try to drown the other guy out. “If the South wants to call itself a part ofa country, it needs to support--”
“State-by-state trade--”
“—what, you expect landowners to share their profits freely enough tokeep a country alive, God you’re naïve--”
“—freedom from the chokeholdof a national bank--”
“—so the country can be held hostage by the South?”
“Farms and farm owners should be able to dictate where their finances--”
“—can’t punish the North for the sin of not having huge arable fields--”
“—your vaunted manufacturing facilities cover it?”
By now they’re bellowing at each other over the heads of the rest of theclass, real anger kicking up an intellectual debate into something familiar,and so Alex isn’t really surprised by the next slip of his tongue. Old habits, new dogs—old dogs? Something like that.
Anyway.
Point is, Alex slams his textbook down onto the grad student’s table andhollers, “Goddamnit, Jefferson, I wasright and history proves it, get off your fucking high horse!”
There’s a long couple seconds where Alex remembers, in the dead silencethat’s settled on the lecture hall, that he was kind of planning to keep a lidon that? Oh well, any hope of secrecywas blown to shit by Washington’s class anyway and fuck it, he’s right, he was right then and he’s right now, andfurthermore—
“Go fuck yourself, Hamilton,” the tall guy says, and Alex has a smallheart attack.
“Jesus God, fucking Christ, what the fuck,” the grad student blurts allat once in a rush, but Alex doesn’t answer her, too busy taking a deep breathto launch his next volley.
Admittedly, it’s not a gracious one, but listen, just listen: Alex is not a gracious personand no one ever said he was, certainly never more than once, and definitely notafter having an argument with him.
“Hey, look, I’m sure it’s rough to realize that all your best effortsonly ended in Andrew Jackson’s racist ass closing down the federal bank andlanding us all neck deep in shit a hundred and fifty years later--”
“Excuse me, I wrote--”
Alex drives over the tall guy’s protests—Jefferson’s protests, and wow, he’s going to hear about this fromWashington later. “—but you really haveto get over your bullshit economic plan and just admit that it depends on slavery.”
“It does not!”
“Oh my god it does, it totallydoes, the only way your plan works is if there’s basically no economic overheadfor labor, and like, listen, buddy, I’m not sure if anyone ever told you this,but we had a whole war about the slavery thing, it was a very big deal, itkilled like a million people and then we agreed that slavery was bad.” Alex pauses and very slowly arches an eyebrowat Jefferson, enjoying this…probably more than he should. “Do youagree that slavery was bad, Thomas?” he asks with a wide smile.
If Jefferson purses his lips any harder, Alex thinks they might actuallyfuse. “Still an asshole and animmigrant, I see.”
“Well, not all of us had such an easy karmic target on our backs as,say, just for example, a slave owner with a realbad track record getting brought back as a black guy,” Alex points outgenerously. “If Maria shows up, I’m morethan happy to let her follow Peggy’s example and punch me, I’m doing mypenance.”
“I don’t deserve this,” Jefferson tells the ceiling.
“I dunno, man,” the girl sitting next to him says. “Sounds like you might. Like, I did the reading and your plan was kind of bullshit.”
Honestly this is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him—well,no, it’s not even the greatest thing to happen to him this month, but it’s upthere, okay, it’s way up there. “I feel so, so validated,” Alex tells thegrad student, who looks like she might be in shock? Her eyes are wide and her jaw is slack, so hecocks his head and asks, “Are you okay?”
She shuts her mouth with a click, closes her eyes, swallows. Pinches the bridge of her nose between herthumb and finger. It’s shockinglysimilar to Washington’s patented Headache Pose that always appeared during thelatest cabinet battle royal.
“Can you two be trusted to not kill each other if you sit on oppositesides of the hall?”
“Come on, now, we worked together for like—most of a couple decades,”Alex says after a second of mental math.
“Yeah,” she says, opening her eyes and visibly trying not to be star struck, which Alex…appreciates, to becompletely honest. “And then you, youknow, mutually annihilated each other and he spent a couple more decades tryingto blackball your name out of the history books.”
“It’s so rare that I feel like the bigger person,” Alex says, bouncingon his toes.
“That’s because you’re unnaturally small,” Jefferson mutters, sullenlyresuming his seat.
“I am not listening to baseless insults about my height right now, thankyou, Jefferson, I have the eternal trump card and there’s nothing you can doabout it.”
The grad student puts her head back into her hand, and squeezes her eyesshut.
#all in one spot au#alexander hamilton#hamilton#hamilton fic#reincarnation au#thomas jefferson#tjeffs#I'M NOT DEAD#also is it blindingly obvious from this ficlet that i've had this argument?#because i have#this is an angrier shoutier transcript of an argument i've trotted out several times#basically PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES#this has been a psa#anyway rip this grad student idk who she was maybe anna strong or something#she doesn't deserve this#washington is going to be Very Done also when he finds out this is a thing#pour one out for all these students who are going to have to put up with these two assholes in their econ class#now some more full disclosure: i have never taken an econ class#anyway A N Y W A Y#god focus jesus okay#in case it's not blindingly obvious i low-key assume alex had adhd and write him accordingly#OKAY NO MORE RAMBLES#necessary tags#moran writes stuff#anonymous#asked and answered
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