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thatfandomslut · 2 months

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I'm Mad At You For Leaving Me

Regina George x Reader

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Trigger Warnings: arguing details, car accident, reader passing away

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Valentine's / Followers Celebration; Regina George w/ quote 25 and piece of chocolate number 5. Or: “I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental—like on a breeze—but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.” w/ arguing

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Regina was one of the last people to leave the funeral, her arms crossed as she cursed the tears that were cascading down her cheeks. She hated (Y/n). She hated her cute smile that made her eyes crinkle in the corners. She hated the way her laugh always seemed to make the room light up. She hated the way that she was in love with her. She hated the way that their last conversation was an argument over college. She hated the way that (Y/n) had died before they could resolve it. And, she hated that it was all her fault.

"I mean, damn, Regina." (Y/n) walked out of the George's mansion with hot tears burning in her eyes. Regina wasn't far behind, her face red in anger as she followed the girl out. "You should be happy for me. I got into fucking Harvard! That's a big deal! Instead, you're upset because we're going to different colleges. I get why you're angry, I just thought that instead of yelling and blowing my dreams off, we could discuss our futures. But, now, I don't even think we fucking have one."

Regina rolled her eyes as (Y/n) swung open her car door. Before (Y/n) could she held it open. "I thought our future was going to be something we both decided. You didn't even tell me you fucking applied. You're angry at me for not being happy but how could I when you did this behind my fucking back, (Y/n)? That fucking hurts, and if you don't see what you did wrong, then that's on you. Not on me." Regina moved, slamming the door for (Y/n). She didn't want to hear it anymore. She didn't care anymore over (Y/n)'s dreams whenever she ruined their plans.

A part of her felt bad at the moment over how she made that excited grin of (Y/n)'s disappear in seconds. Now, a bigger part of her felt horrible for making (Y/n) cry. Especially now that she was crying in her last moments. She remembered calling over and over again that night, trying to reach (Y/n) and apologize. Eventually, Regina's mom came upstairs to tell Regina that she had talked to (Y/n)'s. That was the night that Regina learned that (Y/n) had gotten into a car accident and she didn't make it. She learned that a drunk driver had hit her. Regina felt at fault regardless since (Y/n) never would have been out at that time if it wasn't for their argument.

Now, she was standing at (Y/n)'s grave, angry at her instead of herself. "You ruined our future the other night. Then you fucking drove off. I'm mad at you for leaving me." Regina stated bitterly before a sob escaped her lips. "I'm sorry… I just want you to come back. This is all my fault, but I still want to blame you. I feel like a shitty person. I am a shitty person." Regina cried, feeling her body shake.

Death was inevitable, but she never expected that someday soon she would have lost the love of her life to death's hands. She had always imagined them growing old together. They were supposed to grow old together. She should have been happy that (Y/n) got into Harvard. She knew that getting into Harvard was (Y/n)'s childhood dream, but she thought her dreams changed. Regina now realized that they only changed to align with hers and that that was never fair to (Y/n). Everything that had happened from the argument to the car crash to now was Regina's fault. Or, that's how she felt, anyway.

Her friends had told her it wasn't. They told her that (Y/n) wouldn't want her to blame herself. She knew they were right, but how the fuck would they know? They reminded Regina that she couldn't have known any of this would happen. Cady said that none of this was intentional or caused by Regina. Still, too much guilt bubbled in Regina's stomach for her to agree. She was starting to feel nauseous as placed the flowers on the fresh patch of dirt she had been standing on. Her hands continued to shake as she felt like she needed to take all of the blame.

"I guess I need to say goodbye now, but I don't even know how. You were absolutely everything to me. I always felt that we were destined to be together, but I never told you that because you already thought I was soft. I couldn't just confirm your suspicions. I only had this soft spot for you." Regina smiled a bit at the thought, noting the little quote at the bottom of (Y/n)'s headstone. “I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental—like on a breeze—but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, (Y/n). If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away."

Regina was going to say it, she was going to say 'goodbye' but she couldn't. Her lips trembled as her mouth went dry. A lump formed in her throat as she stared at the quote a little longer. "I can't tell you goodbye. I will say that I'll always miss you and that I will always come back here. I love you, and I promise you that I will visit on all of our anniversaries and every time I visit." Regina promised, leaning down to place a kiss on the headstone. She felt stupid doing it, but that's all she could think to do at that moment.

As she left, the quote rang in her mind. 'May I see you again in a new life.' It was something that (Y/n) said a lot. Her grandfather firmly believed in reincarnation and soulmates, and so did (Y/n). So, she constantly believed that she would meet everyone in new lives and relive all of those beautiful friendships again. Regina now forced herself to believe that because she didn't believe that she could live a life without (Y/n) somewhere in it.

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xetswan · 22 days

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Unknowing- Beast of the Inbetween

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[three] [four] [five]

Bella and I walk out of the house with Jacob behind us, him staying behind my sister.

"Whoever it was, he left his stink behind. It'll be hard to miss when we cross it again. We'll handle it from here." Jake boldly states.

"We don't need you to handle anything. Or anyone." Edward tells him, the werewolf steps toward him, attempting to get a reaction. Something he doesn't receive. "I could care less what you need." Jacob says.

"Alright we're done here." My sister's boyfriend announces. "No, you're done here." Jacob threatens him, Bella steps between them as I watch, amused of course.

"Stop, I'm tired of this. From now on, I'm Switzerland, okay?" She exclaims but it does nothing, the two get closer to one another.

"Stop!" Again, nothing. So this time I boredly tear them away from each other. Both stumbling.

"Listen to the girl you're both obsessed with, would you?" I give them dirty looks, confused with how stupid they're acting. "Thanks." She mutters.

"Mhm." I hum. "I don't expect you guys to chuck a football around together. Fine, but we have a lot of problems and this one is a temporary solution. Are you willing to at least try?" She explains herself and how they need to knock it off. Both of them stay quiet but then Edward nods, Jacob follows suit right after.

"Alright, so you need to coordinate. You know schedules and stuff." She tries to start off theconversation but they stay quiet. Bella looks over to me, defeated.

"What would the pack prefer, tantrum throwing toddler? Days or nights?" I place my hands on my hips. "Nights." Is all he answers with.

"Will days work for your family, angsty teen?" I turn to the guys who's supposedly going to be my future brother in law. He nods.

"See? How hard was that?" Bella asks them. She weakly smiles at me as I laugh to myself.

After getting away from that hot mess I finally got some relaxing time with my lovers, Alice and Jasper.

At our normal spot where we could be alone together in the woods. Both of them sat in front of me, Alice playing the grass as Jasper fidgeted with my hand.

"How come you two never told me that before you were vampires I was in love with you. Like deeply in love with both of you?" I question suddenly, it definitely being out of nowhere.

Both of them stayed silent at first so I went to apologize but Jasper's voice cut me off. "You had to figure it out on your own. Since you never mentioned it we didn't know how much you knew. What we could say and not say." He explained.

"We're sorry." Alice sincerely says but I shake my head. "Don't apologize." I take a deep breath in. "I just, I would like to hear your point of views on what I was like to you back then. I guess." I giggle softly, the three of us all adjust how we were sitting to be more comfortable.

"Since your first life was with me, I'll go first." Jasper grins, I watch as his dimples form and I smile back.

"Our families were close, when we got a little older they introduced us. Eventually we fell in love. You already know that though." He winks at me, I feel my face warm up but I nod for him to continue.

"You were my person, that's for sure. It was like we were conjoined at one point. You were devoted to the ones you loved. You were kind, you loved helping people, it just made me fall for you even more." I felt him stiff before he said his next sentence. "Then when I signed up for the war everything changed. You were angry, upset with me for doing it. You wanted me to be safe and at home with you and-" He pauses momentarily.

"And the baby you held in your stomach. Even though you were mad at me you wrote to me every day, until it stopped. The last letter I had gotten was that the baby was lively. Kicking a storm in your stomach. I wasn't even told if you were alive or not before I had turned." He closes his eyes, my hand grips his.

"I didn't know I was pregnant." I mumble, it was mainly me thinking out loud. But after it left my mouth Jasper looked right at me.

"You didn't know?" He repeats my question. "No, but it's okay. I feel like I remember it but it's far back in my memories." I explained, shrugging my shoulders. Alice took his hand into hers.

"Continue." I nudged him.

"Well after I turned I found out through Max, the wolf that imprinted on you. He somehow found me. Telling me that even though he imprinted on you nothing happened. You had no interest in him as he would've done anything for you. He explained that you were with soldiers that came through the village. Helping them with something out in the desert field." He tells the story and it brings me back to when I was bit by James.

When my memories flooded back and I was searching for Jasper. I had thought he was with the soldiers. Then havoc struck and some thieves or something came about. I was shot and that's all I remember. I didn't remember having a baby in my stomach though. But thinking about it now. It's all I seem to see in my head.

"I was shot in that desert." I cut him off. Alice and Jasper glanced up at me.

"That's the first memory I ever had from my past life the first time." I tell them.

"When I found out I snuck out from where Maria had us staying, being a newborn vampire it was difficult but I did it. I found the man that killed you. You don't understand the torture I put him through." Jasper painfully admits, I furrow my brows. I can tell he doesn't want me to know though.

"Let's talk about something else." He says.

"Well, since we were speaking about babies a little bit. I uh, I remember giving birth to a boy. You were all there, we seemed close but I wasn't in love with either one of you." I tell them, thinking back to how I was married and telling Rosalie and Alice the news in a bathroom or something.

"That was rough to sit and watch." Jasper looks down. Alice closes her eyes, nodding in agreement.

"You were engaged before we met you. You told us that we seemed familiar. Carlisle wasn't exactly happy for us staying in your life like we did. Neither was Rosalie particularly happy about it but when you got introduced to them it was as if you knew them too." Alice explains. I remember going to the market with just Rosalie, a memory sparking in my mind. How excited she was for me when I told her I was pregnant.

I remember telling the family they were aunts and uncles. How I thought of them as best friends, even family after knowing them for two-three years. They attended my wedding. The memories were little flashes. Like I was thinking about my childhood.

"Wasn't hard to watch me be in love with someone else?" I ask them. Jasper does a short nod, his face grimacing.

"You have no idea." He chuckles. "But you were happy and that's all that mattered to us." He kisses my hand, keeping it in his hold.

"It was more difficult after you gave birth. You passed from childbirth. We wanted to change you right then and there but that was a selfish thought. Even though beforehand you had told the nurses about your past lives. Whispering how you needed to see us." Alice's voice was soft, I can tell it was hard for both of them to remember these things.

I remember the childbirth, only getting to hold my baby for five minutes before it all went downhill. My husband's horrified face. It's weird being technically 17 and being older in past lives. Living through adult things and going back down to a teen. Who is now forever a teen, even in past lives I never made it past 22 years old.

"Your son was a sweetheart. We stayed to help your husband until your baby was 4. He found another woman. She was good to both of them. We kept tabs on them, making sure no one hurt either one of them." Alice smiles at the memory. I felt myself grin as well, grateful to know that they lived a good life. Something I don't think I ever really had.

"I would love to share my life with you but there's things that I don't want to talk about." Alice begins to talk, my eyes shift over to her form. She's been in her head this whole time and I can tell. I give her a small smile when she makes eye contact with me.

"That's alright, we have infinity together for you to be ready to talk about it." I remind her, pulling her into a kiss. I feel her hand grip onto my bicep.

I smirk, opening my eyes to look down at the hand. We gently push away from each other.

"You've been very handsy lately." I announce out loud, Jasper laughs. "What? I feel like I'm always handsy." She disagrees with me, I look over to Jasper who puts his hands up in defense.

"You're not going to have my back, Jasper?" She exclaims in shock, her hand still dragging down my arm.

We just stare at her, watching her get all flustered until finally she sighs out. "Okay, fine. Ever since you became a hybrid, your muscles are distracting." She avoids eye contact with me now, I tilt my head, smirking at this new found information.

"Oh, you like these muscles?" I pull the short sleeves up over my shoulders and flex both my arms. Showing them off to my partners.

Kissing at my biceps. She shoves me backwards playfully. "You're annoying." She groans, hiding her face in her hands.

"Mmm, I don't think I am." I get closer to her, purposely flexing my arms as I do so. I gently take her face in my hands and forcefully kiss her once again.

"Hey, I feel a little left out." Jasper quietly speaks up after a few moments. We stop to look at him, then look at each other before pouncing on him.

It of course comes to an end when I have to join Bella to the Rez so the rest can have their night to hunt.

At the edge of the forest I look at my lovers, Alice has a hair strand out of place that I know later Jasper and I are going to hear about and how we should've told her. I smile to myself.

I join Bella, Jacob and Edward in their weird divorce parent looking handover of their lover girl. Who is also my sister and I have to be a part of this weird bullshit.

"Doesn't he own a shirt?" Edward questions aloud.

"I'm good here, you should go." Bella tells the vampire, he pulls her closer. "I'm not going to be long." He whispers to her. I roll my eyes, looking away from the sight. "Don't rush. You need to hunt." Bella tells him.

He then grabs her into a long, nasty sounding kiss. I know it's to purposely piss off the wolf across from us. I chuckle to myself. He pulls away.

"Maybe you rush a little bit." My sister teasingly tells him.

She takes my hand and walks us over to Jacob. I look back at Edward and give him a thumbs up while making a "I'm proud of you" face.

Jacob pulls Bella into a hug having her let go of my hand. "Hey, beautiful." Nice game, Jakey.

"Hi." Bella smiles.

Edward's car speeds down. "So, whaddaya wanna do today, Swans? Bike, hike, hang? Your call, but we're going to a party tonight." Jacob tells us, opening the door for us in his truck. Of course Bella gets in the middle.

"You sure this is okay? I really hate being a party crasher." Bella nervously looks around her as I am mentally freaking out. "Yeah dude, I definitely should not be here." I chime in.

"Technically, you're both council meeting crashers, see the council leaders, dad, quil's grandpa, sue clearwater. She took over for Harry when he died." Jacob informs us, completely ignoring what I said.

"Okay, we should not be here." Bella puts our steps to a halt. "You're okay. I thought, I mean they thought it would be good for you two to hear the histories." He points mainly to his dad who was already staring at us. "The histories? The tribe's histories? Aren't they secret?"

"We all got a role to play. And you're a part of this. [Name]'s a huge part of this. I mean, it's the first time Seth, Leah and Quil are hearing them, too. But you are the first outsider. Ever. [Name] is not much of an outsider." He glances at me and I press my lips together tightly.

"If I had have known that, I wouldn't believe you. And would've dressed better." Bella sighs, picking at her clothes.

"Jake." Seth, a boy I've sort of met before trots up to us like a little excited puppy. You can tell he idolizes Jacob.

"Hey, it's about time you got here. Paul's been hoovering the grub. But I saved you some burgers." Set tells him with a toothy grin.

"Good looking out, bro. Bella this is Seth Clearwater. Leah's brother. Newest member of the pack." Jacob introduces them.

"Newest, bestest, brightest." Seth gloats.

"And slowest." Jacob grabs the boy in a headlock, the two tumble to the sand. Seth laughs, I smile at the sight.

As kids when I came up here without Bella. He looked up to Jacob then too. Seth always wanted to play with us.

A whistler comes from the circle.

"Come on. Your dad's about to start." Seth says, slightly out of breath. "Alright." Jacob pats him. The boy looks at me with a certain expression. His eyes widen once he realizes who I am.

"[Name]." He mutters out and I give him a small nod.

"The Quileutes have been a small tribe from the beginning." Billy starts as we all sit around the fire.

"But we've always had magic in our blood." I look around at everyone's faces. Their attention wholly being on Billy.

Sam was an exception, his eyes laid on me. My upper lip twitched in realization. I shift in place, fixing my attention back to the commanding chief.

"We were great spirit warriors... shape shifters, that transform into the powerful wolf. This enabled us to scare off our enemies and protect our tribe." He explains.

"One day our warriors came across a creature.." His eyes then met mine and I wanted to shrink into a bug at that moment. "It looked like a man, but it was hard like stone and cold as ice." I shivered from the words, feeling the heat of the fire but thinking of my lover's cold feeling, especially from earlier.

I shook my head from the thoughts that erupted in my mind. "Our warrior's sharp teeth finally tore it apart but only fire would completely destroy it." I think back to when I was a wolf. The feeling of the sharp teeth in my mouth.

"They lived in fear, the Cold man was not alone. And they were right."

"She took her vengeance out on the village. Our elder chief. Taha Aki was the only spirit warrior left to save the tribe after his son was killed. But it wasn't only the beautiful thing that was angered. She had a beast with her. Once that was stuck in between worlds as both combined. She had been spying on the village pretending to be with the wolves. Turning into one the village believed they could trust her. She turned on them when the cold woman came to take her vengeance." Everyone's eyes glanced at me and I felt the heat of the fire engulf me.

"Taha Aki's wife could see that he would lose. "

"The third wife of Taha was no magical being, no special powers but one...Courage." Billy said in a powerful tone.

The third wife's sacrifice distracted the cold woman, and beast of the inbetween, long enough for Taha Aki to destroy them. She saved the tribe." I felt something on my neck, it was a quick sharp pain and then a hot burning sensation around my body.

I was shocked that they could easily kill the monster who I am now. I thought I was more invincible than I really am.

"Over time, our enemies have disappeared but one remains, the Cold Ones. The Beast of the Inbetween comes and goes. Sometimes an enemy. Other times...an ally." His eyes stare into me.

"Our magic awakens when they near. And we sense it now, we feel the threat in our blood. Something terrible is coming and we must all be ready. All of us."

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roshellow29 · 6 months

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Idk why but I feel the need to rant about trolls band together so here's a warning for SPOILERS.

TL;DR I'll be talking shit about major conflict parts in the movie that I wished were handled differently >:((((

Please take caution (and a deep breath) reading this because I'm very bad at making sense when I ramble ok? Ok les go

OK SO.

The movie was great, loved the songs and I enjoyed branches family shenanigans, including supportive girlfriend poppy I've been WAITING FOR THIS (ifykyk)

But here are some things that bothered me that they could've definitely done differently

1. JOHN DORYS ENTIRE CHARACTER ARC- jd is great. He's actually my favorite! He's a cringefail boyfailiure and I love him for it. In the movie, his whole thing was that he was basically an ass who didn't listen to his siblings and always pressured and bossed them around. Cool, that's established. What's not is, Why??? It's really the whole "perfect family harmony" thing I guess.

Because later in the conflict he says that it was "hard being responsible for four younger siblings" (which bitch me too were litteraly the same) and that all they needed to be was perfect. what I don't understand is why? Why the whole perfect harmony? Where did it come from? They didn't say it was a big thing or that other bands did it? Would it get them more fame? Would it mean that they're perceived as the perfect brothers or something?? Also, why wasn't the grandmother more involved with the kids?? Did she pressure him to care for his siblings because their parents weren't involved or something? That's just one thing that's not really explained to me ig 🤔

And the whole thing that bothers me with jd is that he doesn't do the cliché "branch I'm sorry I was an asshole brother, and I wanna be a better troll to you and our bros. And blah blah blah" like they skip that entire potential jd apology??? I was expecting that with a hug?? I WANTED A HUG WITH BRANCH AND JD OK. He genuinely cares about him!!! You can see it, he really does. He's just bad at communicating. Like extremely - so they skipped that and just made him go, "We'll follow ur lead branch," and that's it.😐 no apology. No proper character development. Just him going "ok yeah I'll follow u one time." LIKE HUH. (This also includes the other siblings cuz they dipped on branch the same, and none of them said sorry!!)

OH and another thing. WHY WERE CLAY AND BRUCE SUCH ASSHOLES TO JD. ESPECIALLY CLAY. like I completely get it, he was an asshole, he pressured and bossed you around, we know that. But that was 20 PLUS YEARS AGO??? Like no you don't have to hug him but damn why r yall so cold???

I'm thinking that because I'm p sure they went no contact at all after they broke up. So how r they so sure he's still the way he was before?? (I mean they were kinda right but still) like you could've been super happy and then get disappointed later when trying to practice hitting the note. It would've made more sense to me idk. Like it just bothers me that they straight up ignore him- it's mean! (But I can't be too mad I mean they all have their reasons ig 🙄)

While we're on the topic of the family, on to my next point.

2. ROSIEPUFF AND HER DEATH. I think it was handled HORRIBLY. Like the whole movie I was just like "plz don't skip over it plz don't skip over it." And then branch drops the bomb on them right (which still caught me off guard like damn) and THEYRE DUMBFOUNDED, GREAT. And then after that there's NOTHING. NOTHING!?!??!?!?!? they don't mention it they don't apologize to branch for what he went through they don't take two seconds to mourn her they're just like "wait she dead?" And then fucking move on like. Why???? they don't question how, they don't question when branch was living in solidarity for 20 years, nothing. and I'm mad as fuck because that was part of Branches entire CHARACTER ARC in the first movie!! They don't mention he was gray they don't mention he didn't sing they don't mention anything. He went through that for 20 YEARS, ALONE. and they don't mention it. I rlly hated that- like they rlly didn't care.

Anyway.

Third smaller topic that I thought was gonna happen

3. I thought clay was gonna end up going, "actually yknow what, I AM fun" and then embrace himself because hes most definitely goofy. But nah they left him trying so hard to convince himself he's serious, and tbh he just came across as branch 2.0.

Alright moving on!!

4. I'm mad they didn't include a little flashback of viva and poppy being inseparable until the escape happened. Like I know popps was an infant but at the same time troll kids talk the day they're born, so it would've been nice to see them be together at least once before they separated.

Also.

I WANNA DECK PEPPY IN THE FACE. you lost your daughter and instead of MOURNING her and spreading her memory you decided to act like she didn't EXIST. WHY. like he was obviously depressed and sad but why didn't you tell poppy stories of her when she was a kid or something? And keep her memory alive??

(And sure. There's the thing with "They weren't gonna give poppy a sister until now" but I feel like they could've at least made poppy remember a small flashback is what I'm saying.)

Idk. I just wish it was handled differently like why is peppy keeping so much shit to himself lmao.

Oh yeah and then there's just my little nitpick and it's that I wish they included the troll leaders in the wedding sequence ok they're all friends they should've been invited ok I just wanted to see them again 😭(totally not saying thus cuz world tour is my fav but I am)

Anyway, yeah! I think this is just what mainly bothers me about the movie. I just feel like the conflict was handled poorly. But either than that it's still a good watch. I like it a lot :D

If you read this far, God damn you like to read, and thanks for dealing with my stupid thoughts!

If not, that's OK lol.

#this is long #but i needed to get it out #great movie #solid 8/10 #go watch trolls world tour #trolls #trolls band together #rant #long ass post #text #tbt spoilers #trolls band together spoilers

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yn-bishop · 2 years

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Apology

Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1032

Summary: Kate accidentally destroys a bell tower. How will she make it up to her girlfriend.

This can also be found in my Kate Bishop oneshots book on Wattpad: @Steinfan5247

"Come back to bed"

Kate mumbles as she feels her girlfriend stand up from the bed.

"I can't, we both have class"

She replies with a smile, pressing a kiss against Kate's cheek.

"We can skip, there's nothing important happening anyway"

Kate pulls her girlfriend back against the bed, making her stumble onto her.

"We can't just skip class, Katie. Besides, you have practice today. How are you gonna be a three times state champion if you don't practice?"

Kate groans before stretching out her limbs and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.

"Tell you what, if you get up, I will watch your practice"

Y/n tries to convince her girlfriend as she pecks her on the lips.

"Ok, fine"

Kate stands up and causes Y/n to fall onto the bed.

At lunch, Y/n is sitting with Greer and Franny and Kate comes up behind her and surprises her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey babe, what's going on?"

Kate asks as she wraps her arm around her girlfriends shoulder, sitting next to her.

"We're talking about you, actually"

She replies and kisses her on the lips.

"What about me?"

Kate asks with a confused look on her face.

"We're betting on if you would be able to ring the bell with one of your arrows"

Greer speaks up.

"Oh yeah? What did you say babe?"

"I think you could do it, but I don't think you would have a girlfriend if you tried"

Y/n replies teasingly.

"Come on Y/n, she could even wear that purple suit that you love so much"

Franny tells her and Y/n looks down, blushing.

"I'm not gonna get caught, it's just extra practice for the championship. And maybe I can keep the suit on for you tonight"

Kate tells her as she pulls her closer into her.

"Fine, but you don't get to complain when I get you up the next morning"

"Trust me babe, I think you'll be too tired to get up as well"

Y/n blushes and hides her face in Kate's shoulder.

"Okay, are you guys gonna wait here?"

Kate asks as the group arrives at the tower.

"Yeah, are you gonna be okay?"

Y/n asks, concerned.

"Yeah, babe. I'm gonna be fine"

Kate replies, kissing her girlfriends head.

"Babe, I said I'm sorry"

Kate whines as she follows Y/n into the apartment in New York.

"Sorry doesn't make up for our suspension, Kate"

Y/n replies angrily as she sits on the couch.

"We only had a few days left until holidays anyway"

Kate tells her, sitting next to her.

"That's not the point. I like my classes, Kate. When you do stuff like this I get in trouble as well. I'm going to bed, don't come up for a bit"

Y/n says as she walks up the stairs and Kate sighs and lays on the couch.

Y/n wakes to the smell of bacon and eggs and walks downstairs to see her girlfriend standing by the stove.

"What are you doing?"

Y/n asks as she sees bags from her favourite stores everywhere.

Kate quickly turns around.

"Babe! You're not supposed to be up yet! Go back to bed!"

She says as she pushes her girlfriend up the stairs.

"What? Katie, you don't need to do anything. I'm not mad at you"

Y/n tells her with a smile.

"I want to, though. You're right, you do so much for me and I get you in trouble all the time. I want to do something to show you how much I love you"

Kate tells her as she lays beside her girlfriend.

"I know you love me. You don't need to prove it to me"

Y/n replies, leaning her head on Kate's chest and wrapping her arms and her waist.

"I'm nearly done anyway. Go back to sleep and it'll be ready when you get up"

Y/n hums at Kates words before dozing off on her girlfriends chest.

Loud talking downstairs grabs Y/n's attention and she sleepily walks down only wearing underwear and one of Kate's shirts that is way too big on her. As she gets downstairs, the owners of the voices see her.

"Hi Y/n, how are you?"

Eleanor asks as she notices the college student.

"I'm good, how are you?"

She replies.

"I'm not thrilled that I need to replace an ancient clock tower"

Eleanor eyes Kate and the younger Bishop sighs.

"I'm sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?"

"You can start by apologising to your girlfriend for getting her suspended and I've cancelled your credit cards"

"She's actually already apologised to me. A lot"

Y/n speaks up with a smile.

"But I can do it again. Babe, I am so sorry. I really didn't mean to. I didn't know it was gonna break"

Kate replies, grabbing her girlfriends face and softly kissing her lips.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it"

Y/n tells her and wraps her arms around her.

"You can also come with me to a charity auction. Y/n, you might want to wear something a bit more appropriate for a charity event"

Eleanor speaks up, looking at the girls and Y/n blushes as she notices what she's wearing.

"We actually have plans already"

Kate tells Eleanor as Y/n runs upstairs to get dressed.

"No we don't. We were just gonna eat pizza and watch movies"

Y/n replies as she walks back downstairs, sully dressed.

"I knew you were mad at me"

Kate looks at her girlfriend with betrayal as

Y/n smiles at her.

"If you're not busy, meet me by the gate at six and maybe I can uncancel your credit cards”

Eleanor tells Kate as she sees her sigh and nod.

“Okay, we can be there”

Kate replies as she leans her head on her girlfriends head.

“Great, it’s at six”

Eleanor tells them as she walks out the door.

Kate sighs and Y/n giggles.

“I love you”

Kate tells the girl.

“I love you too”

Y/n replies and kisses the Bishops lips.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x female reader #hailee steinfeld #hailee steinfeld x reader #hawkeye #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel mcu #mcu x reader

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//It's also in the tags but to reiterate, major warning for a written description of Pokémon death below the cut. It's not particularly graphic or bloody, but it's written as somebody standing from a distance would see it and with heavy emotional weight afterwards, so do be aware.

[Video after video...

As Reshiram stumbles across the ground, sending Pokémon scattering with each move and attacking with Dragon Pulse those that move too swiftly, Cross focuses not on the two Zor leading the giant dragon's movements with illusions away from the population, and instead towards Vision, whose heels squelch in the rain-dampened earth as she pushes past just about every other combatant to seize Colress by the lapels of his lab jacket. He doesn't do much to resist with his usable hand as she sets into reaming the man out.

"You! You and I both know this isn't how things were supposed to go at all, you sorry excuse for a whelp of a man! We agreed on the Moor of Icirrus! So why are we here, and why am I fighting my brother?! Can you not follow the simplest of directions?! The simplest of boundaries?! Or are you forgetting who the person who controls the Dragon of Truth is here?! Besides, if this keeps going, we're all going to--to die, with how this thing is rampaging! So end this madness already!"

Colress, oddly smug for someone who could have his face kicked in at any given moment, replies in an even tone. "I had told you that Lostlorn Forest was by far the best location to amplify the emotions of those fighting, and thus produce the best data. That includes your own, of course. Even if you are the one who wields Reshiram... right now, Reshiram's will is fully its own. Something you can only accomplish with my help. So even so, I can't let you sabotage my experiment. For both of our sakes. My apologies, Lady Vision."

The half-Zorua sneers at Colress, pulling at his lapels one more time as she roughly tosses his weight to the ground, hard enough to leave skids in the mud. "Watch your temper..." Colress warns sternly as Vision turns to Reshiram. The dragon's steely blue eyes were already locked onto Vision's position. It seemed more enraged by the incessant noise than the skittering creatures Vanilla and Wolfgang had conjured.

"And you! You've been here since that day, you should understand exactly why--!" She slips into snarling at the Reshiram, voice intensifying as she becomes more and more incensed, her screams breaking into an outraged cry at the end. Cross moves closer to Vanilla and Wolfgang, capturing their glimpses at each other, their faces softening as something hits them. Maybe even sympathy.

What Cross is more interested in, though, is the Reshiram's looming posture as Vision continues to rant, its wings rearing upwards and upwards until in a clean motion--

A scream pierces the air, the same in pitch and tone as Vanilla's, as Reshiram seizes Vision in its claws and readies its wings as if to take to the sky, flapping heavily, shaking the nuisance in its confusion. Nobody moves an inch, save Wolfgang, who Vanilla catches by his arm. The microphone picks up a soft "Please," but the wolf shakes his head and snarls in response. Vanilla nods reluctantly. She begins focusing her power, scars glowing red through her clothing. Wolfgang rushes for the dragon's shank, leaping in the air to claw into the dragon's fur as its feet leave the earth and it rapidly ascends.

Reshiram thrashes as the Zoroark claws its way up its body and across the dragon's wing, but Wolfgang's battle-bonded claws hold even when shaken high in the air. Even when his crest finally breaks into energy. It's inaudible, but Wolfgang snarls something at Vision. Her mouth moves as Wolfgang pries her arm from Reshiram's claw, then her body. Below, Dolly the Darmanitan holds out her arms, watching for the soundless cue. And then the girl falls, for what feels like an eternity, until she meets Dolly's arms. They both buckle under the inertia of a 30-foot drop, but Dolly pulls her arm out from under Vision soon enough to give a triumphant thumbs-up to Wolfgang. He roars back.

At the signal, Vanilla reaches out her hand, stretching from it a chilling deep purple aura of malice that wraps itself around Reshiram's leg and tugs it to the ground as hard as she can muster. They scream in effort, their voice cracking with the pressure as they brace their body backwards, but the dragon rears upwards harder as Wolfgang readies a Shadow Claw and is thrown off balance. His remaining claw slips. Vanilla releases the dragon. He reaches for his brother instead. So does Reshiram, grabbing the Zoroark with the sharp talons on its feet. Before Vanilla can reach again, the dragon toys with its prey, tossing Wolfgang above its own head as he snarls something at the top of his voice and just a little further, just reach a little further--

There's a deafening crunch.

Reshiram holds something in its mouth. Something unmoving. It lands gracefully. As if its head had never been clearer. It drops the thing casually. Preens its wings. The thing has the shape of Wolfgang, but it doesn't move.

The malice returns to Vanilla's core. They stand, eyes wide, for seconds or eternities. The thing doesn't move. She stumbles and nearly collapses on her first step. She keeps stumbling as Amadeus rushes over to the thing, some unspoken barrier broken. It doesn't move. Amadeus whines low and hurt and shakes the thing as Vanilla manages to lower himself towards the ground without collapsing. The thing doesn't move. Not to get up, not to mumble something into the dirt, not to breathe. But the thing is, without a doubt, Wolfgang.

Vanilla just kneels. Breathes. Waiting. Even when Amadeus lays her head on her auncle's lap, curling herself into the smallest shape she can muster. Even when Tula rushes over to confirm, as a trauma nurse, what was already known. Even when she tries to meet their eyes, leaning low, but can't. "...I'm... so sorry." They squeeze her hand so tight it hurts when she rests next to them.

Vanilla turns and blinks at the Swords as they approach. He takes in enough to shoo them off with his free hand. He stands roughly when Vision approaches with timid steps. Apologetic. Horrified, from the look on her face. Reliving something. She touches her fur collar again. Amadeus stands to steady her relative, but Vanilla keeps going, speeding until she full-force charges her counterpart, toppling them both to the ground. They draw their blade to Vision's throat wordlessly as Cross readjusts to capture the scene.

"...Do it. You know how I feel, correct? There's no life for me. After this."

His sword hand wavers like it can't decide where the blade's home is. There's a forceful intake of breath as their eyes water, the silence deafening.

Until Reshiram decides there's too much of it, its tail blazing to life. Vanilla glances up, back at Vision, and sighs as she weakly pushes off the ground.

"...But there is. You're going to help me. You say you want justice so badly... then start with yourself. Right your wrongs. And I'll do the same."

The video saves.]

#high stakes pokeblogging #a vision in the mirror #long post #tw pokemon death #pokemon death #tw death mention #tw betrayal #tw violence #tw heights #tw falling #tw grief #tw suicidal ideation #ask to tag #//this is INCREDIBLY long but. i'd like to think i did something here.

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Chapter Five: The President's Discovery

You and Cyno can’t be more different. He’s Akademiya’s perfect student council president. You’re a labelled, cursed delinquent who changes into a cat for eight hours when kissed.

When Cyno gets a complaint about you, he’s forced to take action, only for it to lead to unexpected circumstances.

Cyno/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

You let go of Cyno’s arm and step in front of the two men. “What in the world are you two doing?”

“We, uh, we wanted to take care of this prez you kept talking about.”

Cyno's glad you can't see his slight smile. Then, he walks up to you from behind and leans over to whisper in your ear, "Gossiping about the school prez, are you?"

“Maybe I should’ve let them kick your ass," you say, cheeks slightly red.

“Ojou… you’re not mad, are you?”

You walk towards them and put a hand on either one of their shoulders. “I know you meant well. But, it wouldn’t hurt to consult with me who you want to beat up next time.” You turn back to Cyno. “I apologize on behalf of them.”

One of the men crosses his arms and says, “Are you sure he’s just a student?”

“I am,” Cyno says.

Then, he looks at you, and you awkwardly look away; the unspoken question of whether you’re just a student lingers in the air. Cyno doesn’t want to pry, but almost getting attacked by two random men you know is enough reason to want answers out of you.

“I know you want an explanation,” you say.

“Truth be told, I do,” Cyno says. “But if you don’t feel comfortable giving me one, that’s fine.”

“Well, you’ll probably find out sooner or later.”

"Wait, Ojou... you aren't thinking of bringing him... home, are you?"

“Ojou, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for the two of you,” you deadpan. The men look down, and Cyno almost feels sorry for them. “Follow me.” Cyno turns to you, and you slightly smirk. “But you better stay close, prez. You’re entering my territory now.”

The last thing Cyno expected to be doing on a school night is walking straight into The Red Sand… with you. He trails closely behind you; the two men aren’t far behind. Cyno glances at the others nearby. One lights a cigarette. Another leans against a light pole with a hand in his pocket.

Cyno’s arm brushes against yours, and you turn to him. “Nervous?” Cyno doesn't get a chance to respond when you say, "Well, we're here." He looks straight ahead and sees a large traditional Japanese home. You push open the gates and look over your shoulder. “Don’t tell me you want to leave? If so, you’re on your own.”

One of the men walks past him and says, “You know, it wouldn’t be a bad idea if you did leave.”

Cyno narrows his eyes as the other one says, “Yes, yes! I totally agree.”

“You want him to leave so you can get out of explaining why he’s here in the first place,” you say, crossing your arms. You nod at the house. “Come in, prez.”

Does he have a choice? Probably not. So, Cyno reluctantly steps past the threshold, not knowing what he’s getting into.

Soon, he stands at the entrance in front of Jebrael; the man is standing on a small ledge with his arms crossed. Cyno glances around and sees a traditional vase and pot on a long, wooden cabinet. On the walls are some old paintings, including ones with calligraphy.

You look from Jebrael to Cyno and back to Jebrael. “Er, so… the reason why he’s here is—”

“It’s all our fault!” the two men suddenly cry out as they kneel in front of the larger man. “We… we wanted to get rid of him because he's causing Ojou trouble and—”

“We didn’t think he would fight back! We’re truly sorry!”

You and Cyno look at each other simultaneously, just as Jebrael says, “Get up. Both of you.” The men slowly lift their heads as Jebrael gets on a knee. He looks at you, who nods. “Don’t make the same mistake again.”

“Yes, sir!”

Then, the men bow again before getting to their feet and disappearing somewhere inside the house.

"Well, come on in. We have tea and cookies," you say, slipping off your shoes and entering your house.

However, Cyno doesn't move when he asks, "And after that… will we return to being strangers?"

You stop and look over your shoulder. “After tonight, you’ll understand.”

Cyno has doubts, but he removes his shoes, puts them beside yours, and follows you into the house with Jebrael behind him. Once you and Cyno enter the living room, the young boy watching TV turns around and gasps upon seeing Cyno.

“Onii-chan? What are you doing here?” he asks, running up to Cyno to hug him.

Cyno ruffles the child’s hair affectionately and gets at eye level with him. “Good question.” Then, he looks at you as you walk out of the room. “Maybe you should ask her.”

So, the boy does. Cyno watches him run somewhere, asking, "Onee-chan, why is onii-chan here? Is he sleeping over?"

Onee-chan? That means you aren’t his mother. Soon, you come out holding a tray with a teapot, teacups, and cookies. As you place a cup in front of him, an older woman who looks to be in her sixties, wearing a traditional robe with a sash at the waist, enters the living room. Jebrael follows soon after.

“You must be Cyno,” the woman says.

“This is my grandmother,” you say, pouring tea into the cups.

Your grandmother gestures for Cyno to sit. “Take a seat, child.”

You and Cyno sit on one side with the child on your lap. Your grandmother and Jebrael sit on the other, and Cyno can’t help but liken the situation to meeting the parents for the first time.

“My granddaughter has been talking about you.”

Cyno glances at you as you say, “Don’t get any weird ideas. I was mostly saying how you won’t leave me alone.”

“It’s the first time she’s talked about someone so… enthusiastically.”

“Is that so?” Cyno doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re frowning.

“I also know that you know of her secret.” Your grandmother slightly narrows her eyes. “What is it that you want from her?”

How should he answer this? Cyno takes a small breath and says, “There are students who have concerns about her… and there are things I cannot act upon unless I get the full picture.”

“And what do you plan on doing after you get this ‘full picture’ you speak of?” Cyno knows he has to be careful with his words; he’s usually a fast thinker, but somehow in front of your grandmother, his mind is drawing a blank. “I’ll be blunt with you, child. You know her secret. That’s already a big threat to her… to all of us. It sounds like you want to understand her better, but some things must be left in the dark.” Your grandmother glances at you. “However, it’s been so long since I've seen my granddaughter so full of life.”

“Let’s stay on topic, shall we, grandma?”

“She tells you to leave her alone because getting involved with her means getting involved with us. The Eremites.” The… Eremites? Suddenly, it hits him, and Cyno’s blood runs cold. Your grandmother smiles. “You’re turning a little pale, child. But, I applaud you that you’re still surprisingly calm.”

How else should he react? Run away screaming that he somehow got involved with an organized crime syndicate? Not everyone knows of The Eremites, but Cyno does. His father, a high-ranking police official, had been involved in the plan to track them down… when he was still alive, that is.

“Would you say you have your full picture now, child?”

“Forgive me if this comes off as rude,” Cyno says. “But, are you asking me to leave her alone?” A pause. “If that is still what she wants, I will. But if it were up to me, I wouldn’t just because she has ties to The Eremites.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Cyno turns to you, who looks absolutely flabbergasted. Then, you scoff quietly, “You must have left your brain elsewhere.”

“Why’s that, child?”

Cynos turns back to your grandmother. “I don’t know if you know this… ma’am, but she’s being targeted at school.” Jebrael, who until now has shown no visible reaction, finally narrows his eyes. “Until I find out who it is, I”—Cyno glances at you—“I’d like to keep getting involved with her, so to speak.”

Your grandmother looks at you. "Is what he tells the truth?"

“I’m working on it,” you say quietly.

“Why are we hearing about this just now?”

“You’re supposed to be on my side, Jebrael.”

"Whoever this person is… they probably don't know about her identity," Cyno says. "And I assume you want to keep that a secret."

Silence. Until Jebrael speaks up.

“You’re also putting yourself in danger.”

“If I wanted to back out, I would’ve done so by now.”

“Ooh, is onii-chan going to be onee-chan’s bodyguard now?”

Jebrael crosses his arms. “You do know that one wrong move… we’ll end you.”

Cyno holds Jebrael’s stare. “I understand.”

Another silence until…

"And me?" you ask in disbelief. "Do I not get a say in this? I've been doing well in taking care of myself so far."

"You punched a student, child," your grandmother says. Cyno's a little surprised she's saying what's on his mind. "While it was for valid reasons, you're still too impulsive."

“Me? Impulsive? That kid deserved what he got!”

“Many would agree with you, dear. Myself included. But it wouldn’t hurt to have people looking out for each other.” You and Cyno slowly turn to each other. “I can’t say I agree with his decision to associate himself with us. But surely he knows of the consequences."

"I do have people looking out for me," you say. "Jebrael... and Rahman!"

"We can't be with you all the time," Jebrael says.

"So, you're saying he can?"

“If it makes you feel better," Jebrael says, "You can think of it as keeping an eye on him."

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter.

The boy claps his hands. “Does this mean onii-chan will visit often?”

Your grandmother looks at Cyno. “I must say… you are a strange one, child.”

“That's one thing we can agree on,” you deadpan.

“Perhaps… you might also break her curse.”

“Grandma!”

The elderly woman laughs. “Well, I’ll leave you two be. It was nice meeting you, Cyno.”

Cyno dips his head once out of respect as the woman leaves the room. Jebrael stands and gestures for the kid to follow him. But before the child leaves, he gives Cyno a hug, which he returns with a small, gentle smile.

Cyno doesn’t know what to make of the silence in the room. Should he say something? Should he not? So, he goes for the next best choice. He takes a sip of his tea and a cookie.

When he puts it down, he sees you fiddling with your teacup. "Are you uncomfortable?"

“You’re pretty straightforward when you want to be, huh?” You pour him some more tea and then yourself. “I never thought this would happen.”

“What were you expecting to happen?”

“Do you really want me to say it?”

“Well, I never thought you would be part of The Eremites.”

“I’m not just a part of it,” you say quietly. “I’m next in line.” Cyno almost spits out his tea. Are you saying you’re the… successor? “My grandmother is the head.”

Oh, my God. Cyno does his best to keep his emotions from showing. But the thought that he just talked to the leader of a criminal organization makes him a little weak in the knees.

"Can I ask you something?" You glance at him as you sip your tea, and Cyno takes it as a yes. "If you're the successor… why…."

You put your cup on the table. “Why bother going to school?” You reach for a cookie. “Why do you go to school, prez?”

Are you expecting him to say the most obvious reason? To get an education? To become a civilized member of society?

“To figure out what I want in life.”

Clearly, you aren’t expecting this answer. “And have you figured out what you want?”

“No,” Cyno says quietly.

“You’re the school president. I’m surprised someone like you don’t know what they want.”

Cyno looks at you. “Isn’t that one of your biases, then?”

You chuckle. "Fair."

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

You finish the rest of your cookie. “Because I want to get out of this life.” Cyno pours you some tea and then himself. “Does that answer your question?”

“Then… what do you want to do?”

“If not live a life of crime?”

“Or a life of a cat.”

You give him a deadpan look, and he chuckles softly. “Just for that, I’m not going to answer your question.”

"Is it because you want to keep me in the dark, or you don't know yourself?"

“I didn’t know the prez could be this rude.”

You and Cyno sit in silence, sipping on tea and munching on cookies. Then, when Cyno puts his cup down, he asks, "You said the school knows what happened between you and that student. Does that mean they know who you are?"

“He was going to sexually assault me if I didn’t fight back,” you said, standing in front of the principal’s desk.

Silence.

"Did you not hear what I said? He—"

“That’s enough.” Your grandmother and Jebrael stood at the doorway. They walked in and stood next to you, and the principal visibly stiffened. “Long time no see.”

You glanced from your grandmother to the principal. "Do you two know each other?"

"We’re… acquainted.”

“Are you here to threaten me?” the principal asked.

“On the contrary,” your grandmother said. “I understand the boy’s family paid a huge sum of money to keep this off his record and the school quiet. Am I correct?”

You crossed your arms. “Wow.”

“They were one of our sponsors,” the principal said calmly.

Your grandmother smiled. “I wonder how this would affect the school’s image if people knew about this bribery. You were thinking of sacrificing my granddaughter, weren’t you?” She glanced at you. “It’s too bad she’s more outspoken than you thought.”

“I wasn’t thinking of sacrificing her,” the principal said sternly. “I… I do want what’s best for our students.”

“Then why don't you believe me?” you asked. “I don’t know what that asshole or his family told you, but you didn’t bat an eye when I told you what he almost did.” You took a breath. “What if this happened to someone else? You’ll just… pretend like it never happened?” Jebrael put a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him.

“It’s not just about you,” the principal said defensively. “I need to think about what keeps the school running… the funding, the—”

“That makes no sense! If anything, wouldn’t you think the school would benefit from protecting a student?” That was when it hit you. “It’s because of my background, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t have let you in if I knew who you were.” The principal looked at your grandmother. “You did a good job of keeping her identity a secret.”

Was this how people made decisions? Judged others on their backgrounds alone? Yet, for some reason, you couldn't entirely blame him. Perhaps because somewhere inside, you probably would've done the same.

"I trust you still have some morals, principal," your grandmother said. "My granddaughter did nothing wrong. But, regardless of who she is, that student committed a crime. So, to call this even, you won't expel her, and we'll keep your bribery a secret."

“What if she’s lying?”

“You—”

Before you could challenge the principal, your grandmother twirled her cane once before it came smashing down on the desk. The impact made a few objects fall to the floor. The principal was so shocked he raised both his hands, and his face turned ashen.

"My granddaughter is a lot of things, but the last thing she is is a liar. So you would do well to think before you speak"—she looked at the framed calligraphy of words like morality and nobility—"especially since you are not living up to what you preach."

Cyno almost takes your hand but catches himself by reaching for the teapot instead. “Did you think of switching schools?”

“I hate to admit it, but Akademiya is still the best school in the nation.” You finish the rest of your tea. “Are you going to call me a hypocrite?”

“You’re finding ways to survive. Of course, just because you graduate from a good school doesn’t guarantee anything. But it can make life easier.” Cyno looks at you. “Or, in your case, one of your nine lives.”

“You’re hilarious,” you deadpan. Then, you sigh. “I guess you were right… in some regard. I didn’t want to keep quiet. But it’s not like I have an advantage.”

“You have me.” Cyno avoids your eyes as he quietly says, “If that counts for anything.”

"I'm just waiting for the day we have to bury your dead body because you couldn't keep your mouth shut."

Cyno frowns at you, and you laugh in return. “Then, you’ll be the first one I haunt.”

“Why's that?”

Cyno finishes his tea and puts the cup on the table. “Because you would’ve killed the wrong person.”

Just then, Cyno’s phone rings, and you start putting the empty teacups on the tray when he picks up.

"Where are you?!" Cyno realizes just now that he might've stayed too long. "You're not going to leave me here to starve, are you?"

“I’ll be back soon, Nahida.”

“Sounds like you take care of the cooking,” you say, watching Cyno end the call.

“If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you have a taste.”

You gasp. “And poison myself? No thanks. I’d like to live a little longer.”

Cyno shakes his head with a small smile.

Soon, he follows you to the front entrance. On the way, he meets the two goons who attacked him earlier. They immediately stand as stiff as a board when they see you.

“O-ojou. We, uh, we heard what happened.” He looks at Cyno. “Sorry, kid.”

The other walks up to Cyno and looks him up and down. “Don’t get cocky, prez, just because you’re protecting—”

“He ain’t protecting no one,” you say flatly.

“Just because you’re… acquainted with Ojou now.”

The other man gasps. “You used a big word there.”

“Shut up.”

Before Cyno can say anything, you grab his wrist and walk quickly toward the front entrance.

“Those two seem like fun,” Cyno says.

“There’s never a dull moment with them around.”

“Well, can you tell them that I accept their apology?”

Cyno looks past you as you look over your shoulder to see their heads disappear behind the corner. "Eh, well... something tells me they already know." You turn back to Cyno. "Careful on your way home."

Just before Cyno slides the door open, he turns and says, "By the way… the upcoming school field trip, you don't have a problem with your roommates, do you?"

You raise a brow. “No. Why do you ask?”

“It would be nice if you got to know the people you’re rooming with.”

You roll your eyes. "Well, it doesn't seem like I have a choice." Then, with as much sarcasm as possible, "Any tips?"

“Just be yourself.”

You scoff. “This is more like the prez I know,” you say, walking up to him with an unimpressed look. “A little cheese once in a while wouldn’t hurt anybody.”

“You’d be an instant hit if you showed up with ears and a tail.”

“Get out before I kick you out.”

Cyno puts a hand on your head. “G’night, Catnip.”

By the time Cyno gets home, it’s already way past dinner time. Nahida hops off the couch and walks up to Cyno when he comes in through the door.

“Where were you?” she demands. Then, she gasps. “Don’t tell me you were with… her.”

“She has a name,” Cyno says, walking past his younger cousin.

“What is it again?”

Cyno looks over his shoulder. “Catnip.”

“Catnip?” But before Nahida can dwell on it further, she quickly runs up to him. “Wait a minute! You didn’t deny it! So… were you with her?”

“Is it that big of a deal?”

Nahida shrugs. "Just curious about what the dark side is like."

Cyno’s phone buzzes with a message, and he sees your name on the screen.

The dark side, huh? Well, it doesn't seem so bad.

Chapter Six

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TGR but There's a Roleswap - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - The Furness Railway 21

The story can be found at @tgr-2x5-roleswap-au for easier access.

Edward was pulling the Honeypot on the Main Line, enjoying the scenery of the Island of Sodor, and chatting with the coaches. The Honeypot coaches enjoyed his company. It was only April yet the breeze felt warm and inviting as he went from station to station. It felt just like the old days when he was a really useful engine. He had just completed the delayed run up to Tidmouth and turned around for the next trip, having just left Knapford and heading to Crosby.

"For an engine pulling coaches for the first time in years, you're doing wonderful, dear!" praised the brake coach.

"R-Really?" Edward asked timidly.

"Absolutely!" confirmed the first coach. "You did say you were an Express engine."

"I did. I-I’m still rusty!" he insisted, only for the Honeypot coaches to reassure him that he was doing just fine.

As he and the coaches continued their trip to Crosby, James approached them from the other direction, having just passed Crosby. Edward was fully engrossed in his conversation with the Honeypot coaches that he didn't hear or see the other engine until…

"Edward!" James fumed loudly and quickly braked to a stop.

"James!" exclaimed the Honeypot coaches. Edward gasped, startled, and braked harshly, coming to a nasty stop.

"I can't believe it,” huffed James as his boiler bubbled furiously and he backed down on the line to see Edward's startled face. “But Philip was right! Engines like you cause nothing but trouble! What are you doing with my coaches?"

"Your coaches?" exclaimed the Honeypot coaches in unison, offended as Edward looked away with a guilty face.

"We aren't even the slightest ‘your coaches’!" exclaimed the first coach.

"We are Molly's coaches!" followed the second coach.

"And even then, we're our own coaches!" followed the third. "Aren't we all?"

"Quite right!" they all chimed.

"And what was so important that you needed to do?" said the fourth coach.

"Warranting it necessary to leave us in a siding in the middle of nowhere!" said the fifth coach, the brake coach.

"It was Maron!" hissed the fourth coach.

"But still!" argued the brake coach.

The rest of the coaches glared at James, who was absolutely humiliated and stunned. "I-" He was beginning to lose his words. "I just needed to do something!" he scoffed, giving off a defensive tone.

The Honeypot coaches huffed at James. "Come on, Edward. Apologies for his behavior," said the first coach, with a stern tone aimed at James, to the foreigner, who had stayed relatively quiet. "Let's get going. We don’t want to delay any further."

Edward said nothing, still avoiding eye contact. He left James behind with two solemn whistles, quite the opposite of his typical bright whistle.

The tone struck James. Yes, he was upset with Edward but he hadn't intended to upset him as well. "I just wanted to look my best for the show," James said quietly. He followed Edward, backing down the track and quickly catching up to him.

"I just wanted to be part of the Great Railway Show," he mumbled meekly after a moment of silence.

"Eh?" asked Edward, caught off guard by the engine going backward but still refused to look at James straight in the eyes. "I thoucht-"

"I lied!" he exclaimed. "I was upset with you earlier. I'm sorry."

“For? W-Wis it because… I bumpit ye this mornin’?”

“...Yes?”

“Whit dae ye mean '...Yes?'” Edward huffed harshly, feeling hurt. “Ur ye mad at me, aye o’ naw?”

“No. I was mad because you’re…” He looked away, feeling silly. “...you’re red.”

Edward frowned but his eyebrows shifted his expression from offense to questioning. A sign to keep talking.

“Because… I thought…” James paused to word what he wanted to say properly. “I thought that I would have strong competition for the Best Decorated Parade!” He let out a sigh. "It's not like I'm participating anyways."

"W-Whit? Why?" he asked, flustered. "Did somethin' happen?"

"It's silly."

"No' if it's makin' ye upset."

He looked back at the other engine.

"Ye gettin' mad b-because I'm red is… silly. I-I think there’s more than w-whit ye're lettin' oan," said Edward with a hint of genuine warmth and comfort in his tone.

James stayed quiet and continued to look over at the engine as he thought about it. As they neared Crosby, James went into the tiny yard and used the turntable. Once he pulled in next to Edward, he finally spoke. "My sister was chosen for it instead of me."

"A sister? Y-Ye huv a sister? I huvnae seen another ye around."

"No, no! There's an engine who I consider a sister of mine."

"Och!" Edward's eyes perked up. "T-Thon's very lucky o' ye. Ye must be close wit' everyone else."

"Somewhat."

"Eh?"

James gulped. When they both left Crosby, he mustered the courage and asked, "Can I be honest with you?"

Edward was startled. "Uh… S-Sure," he replied.

James let out a heavy sigh. "I'm not that well-liked because of how I am. Unless I do my jobs with no fuss, that is."

"Why?"

"I'm not a very bearable engine," he scoffed. "Look at who's coming down the tracks, oh my, it's him! That's James, oh dear!" he sang in mockery, fully aware that the coaches, passengers, and crews were listening, especially the crews. It transitioned into laughter that dwindled quickly.

"Y-Ye cannae be thon bad o' an engine," hummed Edward. Then, he has an idea. "We got aff oan the wrong track. Start over?"

“Hm?”

“Us. S-Should we start over?”

James quickly hummed in agreement.

" I'll go first! Edward. Ma name’s Edward. A K2 frae the Furness Railway. Preservit by the Furness Railway Trust. Ye?"

James didn't respond.

"Is somethin' wrong?"

"You're preserved?"

"It’s… some story," replied Edward, the hint of sadness going unnoticed as he quickly covered it up with a sly smirk. "...stranger."

"Och!" James puffed up proudly. "James, the North Western Railway's number five, at your service!" he exclaimed.

The Honeypot coaches groaned, which James had fully expected. What he didn't see coming was hearing laughter from the other red tender engine.

"What?"

"S-sorry, sorry! It’s jist-" Edward laughed a little more. "Y-Ye're a very funny engine!"

"Huh, I do have a thing for humor," James remarked smugly as Edward's laughter subsided.

"P-Pleasure to meet ye. Bytheway, s-sorry I took yer coaches. I should've askit first."

"It's alright. If you had asked later, the Honeypot would've been very late, so, if anything, thank you for doing that."

The preserved red engine became flustered. "Och, w-well, ye're welcome. B-But it was nothin'! I wis built for-!"

"Darling, don't be so modest!" exclaimed the first coach.

"Remember what we said!" followed the second coach.

"For an engine out-of-service for decades, you're doing wonderful pulling a stopping train!" piped the third coach.

"What are you?" James blurted out before his eyes went wide, realizing what he said.

"James!" scolded the coaches before muttering.

"Sorry, but at this point, I have to know! You said you're a preserved K2. I was friends with all the K2s, and I don't remember seeing you. You look similar to them though."

"I wis left in a sidin'," replied Edward.

"What?"

Letting out a sigh, Edward replied, "It's a short story. We have time."

"You have all of my attention!" James exclaimed proudly.

The preserved red tender engine couldn't help but smile warmly. As they neared the Wellsworth Suspension Bridge, Edward hummed thoughtfully.

"It’s nineteen-fourteen. A railway wis lookin' for an engine s-someane could spare. The North Western Railway."

"This very railway?"

"Mhm, b-but they learnit aboot my behavior issues. They immediately rejectit the offer. T-they, the board, had enouch." Edward's warm brass eyes stared off into the distance. "I wis withdrawn and left in a sidin'. I-I stayit thare and watchit everyane else work until I wis found by ane o' my sisters. In yon early days o' the Amalgamation. She broucht the rest o' thaim in secret. But they, the board, found oot. I was relocatit again"

"So how did you get preserved?" James asked.

"A g-group o' campers. They found me. I didnae ken where I wis. I wis in Scotland. Then the Furness Railway Trust rescuit me. I-Tt took aboot a year but they restorit me. I steamit the first time this year."

"...what did you do for that to happen?"

"I-I wisnae a very nice engine," Edward reluctantly replied. "I’m the oldest o' my siblings. I wis… I wis overprotective o' thaim."

"But that's normal," said James, confused.

"No' me. I wis m-more aggressive than others…"

James eyed him wearily. "So… you pushing me earlier today wasn't you being aggressive?"

"No, no!" he replied, offended. "The ship. I wis tryin' tae get oan the ship. T-thon didnae go sae well."

"Oh, right… Wait, then what are you still doing here?"

"I-I got lost at the junction. O-Oan the other side o' thon hill. Gordon’s Hill? Sae much goin' oan sae I went back tae Maron. I thoucht I could fine some-engine tae guide me."

James winced, realizing his behavior earlier hadn't made it any easier. But then he had an idea. "I can take you tomorrow! By the time we get to Vicarstown, it'll be dark."

Caught off guard, Edward gasped and for the first time, he made eye contact with James. "Really? But yer jobs?"

"My first job tomorrow is the Honeypot, so I can take you along with me and I'll drop you off at Vicarstown Station! There are no junctions after that station. Just go straight ahead and you'll find the Vicarstown Drawbridge, which leads you to the Mainland!"

"Och, thank ye, James!" exclaimed Edward, before gasping again. "Jobs. Thon's it!"

"What's it?"

"Ur ye a mixit-traffic engine?"

"Um, yes? Why is that?"

"Y-Ye could enter the new competition! The Mixit-Traffic Challenge! P-Pullin' passenger trains. Pullin’ guids trains. Headin' trains tender first. It's where smaller tender engines go tae compete."

"I'm not small!" James scoffed.

"I-I ken! Ye get whit I'm sayin'? If yer controller hasnae chosen an engine, ye should ask him."

James hummed. A competition for engines like him? Now that could work! he thought as they stopped at Maron. By then, the sun had set and the night sky began to consume the dwindling sunlight.

This is the longest chapter of the story.

#ttte james #ttte edward #ttte edward x james #ttte shipping #a dozen years #tgr 2x5 roleswap au #my writing

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desfraisespartout · 6 months

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💗 WIP Wednesday 💗

Here's an excerpt of my FFXVI fic with the Bastards surviving the events of the Nysa Defile. This is from chapter 2 that I'm currently translating into English.

Fortunately, their trail is uneventful, with no Ironblood in sight. However, Tiamat notices something following them and could even sometimes hear soft footsteps. It has been observing them for a moment. Tiamat gestures to get Aevis's attention. Cidolfus and his henchman seem unbothered. Has the strategist really not noticed anything? Strange… unless it was planned. Showing any signs of hostility towards the creature might alert Cidolfus, though, and would likely get misinterpreted. "We're being followed… by some creature," says Tiamat while trying to gauge the man's reaction. "Oh, I was wondering where he went. No need to worry, he's a friend." Cidolfus cocks his head to the side, then shouts: "You can come out, boy." As soon as the words are out, a shadow manifests from higher ground. A silvermane wolf lands right in the middle of the group. Tiamat and Aevis take out their swords by reflex. Biast almost drops Wyvern from his grip. The four legged beast growls and looks ready to pounce on anything that might move wrong. "Heavens! At ease," scolds Cidolfus. "I said he's a friend!" Tiamat stares at the wolf for a moment, hesitant as to its intention, but then finally puts back his sword at his hip. Aevis does the same. The creature adopts a more relaxed position as well, then turns its head towards Biast who was readjusting his grip on Wyvern. The wolf walks to him. "G-guys……" Biast's voice goes up an octave as his eyes grow wider. "It's not going to eat me, right?" "He's not a man eating wolf, well, not that I've seen anyway…" shrugs Cidolfus. "That means f*ck all !!!" Biast looks positively panicked. The beast growls with a threat, making the soldier freeze on the spot. It waits a few seconds before relaxing again, then circles around him. It sniffs his legs, then Wyvern's. Then, all of a sudden, the wolf starts whimpering and wagging its tail like a dog. It circles around Biast anew. "What does it want!?" whines Biast. "Good question." Cidolfus grows silent while seemingly reflecting on the situation. "Let's… hum…" starts the man before facing away, half coughing. " Let's resume our walk, shall we?" That wasn't a chuckle just now, was it? Biast is left dumbfounded. He turns to his sergeant with a pleading look. Tiamat tries to come closer to them, but the wolf shows its teeth right away. The two stare at each other, then Tiamat backs away with his hands raised as a sign of peace. The creature calms down. "Sorry, but you'll have to get accustomed to it," says Tiamat before pushing onwards. Best to keep his distance to avoid upsetting the wolf further. Aevis whispers an apology. Not even a few seconds later, Tiamat hears a distressed "Go fetch!", then gets hit by something. He turns around abruptly. "Biast…" Tiamat glares at the soldier when he notices a branch on the ground. Did he throw a f-ing stick at him!? Biast's eyes widen at the realization. "I panicked, okay!? Had to try something!" tries to apologize the soldier. The sergeant sighs loudly. Getting mad over whatever this is would be a waste of time, and so he starts walking again. "Waiiit!" pleads Biast, but this just makes Tiamat walk faster. "Come back! I'm sorry!"

#final fantasy xvi #ffxvi #tiamat (ffxvi)#biast (ffxvi)#aevis (ffxvi)#clive rosfield #cidolfus telamon #ff16 #the bastards live AU #desfraisespartout fic #fanfics #game #final fantasy #wip wednesday

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detshin · 2 years

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Hi fellow DC veteran! I normally only lurk on Tumblr and have never posted anything, but, I saw that you kept apologizing about complaining about the latest chapter and where the story is at right now (and has been for many years), and thought I should send this. There is absolutely no need to apologize, as I know so many fans feel EXACTLY the same way, and I actually appreciate you putting that perspective out there among all the chaos. I have also spent my whole life following this story, and it breaks my heart to see where it is at right now, and the complete disregard for our amazing main character. I have been a fan of DC for 23 years now, and Shinichi has always been my favourite character, and always will be. I don't care how many other "cool" characters get added to the series, because he will always be number 1 for me. There is no one else like him <3 I don't care about ANYTHING that has to do with Akai, Amuro or all the other stuff/characters they bring along with them. I didn't mind when Akai was more of an actual side character, but now I can't stand how these characters that mean nothing to me are front and centre. Btw, I love your undying love for Shinichi and ShinRan. Your old posts about them make my day and remind me why I am still here after all these years. I am only here because I love them, and honestly, DON'T THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY ALREADY??

So, I was not expecting Kaito Kid to be in chapter 1100 either, though I knew it would be something disappointing. I don't care that Amuro is there and that actually makes things worse for me. Also, and correct me if I'm wrong, I thought after we had the Mystery Train, Gosho said that he wouldn't involve Kid in the main plot anymore. I don't remember where I saw this, it was years ago.

It makes me sad when I go though old chapters and see the difference. I can't even get myself to read one full new chapter now. Anyway, I am so sorry about the long message and not really having a question. I just wanted you to know that it is comforting to still have fans who have been here so long, and feel exactly the same way. I cannot express how much I love your blog and your passion for Shinichi and ShinRan! Thank you for putting your thoughts out there.

Hi there! ✨ First things first, thank you soooo much for the kind message. This was lovely to read and it actually made me feel better lmao

I know that I shouldn't keep apologizing for complaining as you say, but you know... There's always people out there who could read what I say and get mad at me or something because of it, so I like to kind of get it out there that I don't like the fact that I myself am being so negative about this manga that I supposedly love so much.

Because I do! I love this manga, it has brought me so much joy and even if I move on to other things (which I am) I can't help but come back and have it in the back of my mind at all times. And that's what kinda makes it worse for me I guess? That's what makes me even more angry and feel like I need to say something.

I've talked about this with other people too. Like @letitrainasunnyday, who has the patience of basically hearing me complain every time a new file comes out. It makes me feel better that there's other people out there who also feel the same way than I do about the show, and who aren't being charmed by the spin offs and the senseless fanservice and plotless storylines. Don't get me wrong, if you enjoy the content we're getting recently then good for you. Great! But I feel like the ones who have always been here and are used to another type of content, the original type of story... All feel a little weird about it now. I just feel like I only come here to complain because the main characters don't feel like the main characters anymore, because the animation style of the anime is so awkward and weird looking, because the story doesn't progress at all, because they focus on things that I don't care about... It's a lot right?

And so some might say: hey! So why don't you stop watching? Just quit reading the manga!

And my answer is: for the most part I have. Like I have said plenty of times before... I don't remember the last manga file I've read completely. Now I only see what it is about on the spoilers we get and give up because I just- don't want to read. I am only in search for things that I'm interested in (the main plot, the main characters, period). Still, I mostly am just enjoying the fanon content (even if a small amount is of my taste now) and waiting for... Something. I don't know. But the point is that I can't give up the manga completely lmao I have invested too much time of my life to give it up (at least for now, we'll see in the future) and to not see where my favorite characters go from now on and what happens to them. I need to see what's of Shinichi. Of Ran. Everyone, you know?

So am I ever going to read the spin offs? No. Am I ever going to go to the cinema and pay money to watch one of the movies? Absolutely not.

But!

That won't stop me from complaining and memeing about it! I guess it's how I deal with it hahaha Sorry but it is what it is 🤷‍♀️

Anyway I don't even know where I was going with this but thanks a lot for the message again. Keep on supporting our main guy and let's hope for something good and interesting soon, yeah?

#I don't know who you are but please feel free to drop by my inbox anytime #dcmk #detective conan #ask me!

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theycallme-thejackal · 2 years

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38. “Look at what you did to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.”

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Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T Warnings: Discussions of Assassination, Mention of the Holocaust

"Sorry I'm late!" Midge practically flies into their home, hanging up her coat and purse and going to the living room.

She joins her husband on the couch, giving him a quick kiss hello before their four-year-old climbs into her lap. "Hello, sweetie," she greets, giving Sarah a tight hug.

"You're telling me your...place of employment...had no idea this was coming?!"

"Pop, we're not diviners! We're analysts!" Noah cries, waving his hands.

Lenny leans in to her. "Look at what you did to me. I've had to deal with this all day."

"What are they even arguing about?" She whispers.

"Senator Kennedy's assassination," he explains quietly.

"Cheerful," she mutters, kissing Sarah's hair as she buries her face in her mother's neck.

"After President Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Jr., your analyses didn't predict that maybe we should protect the man who could very well be the only thing standing between Nixon and the White House?!"

"Papa," Midge interjects, "maybe we should change topics."

She's ignored as her brother answers, "That's the Secret Service’s job!"

"I'm gonna take Sarah upstairs," Midge tells Lenny.

"Well I'm coming with you. I'm a terrible mediator," he grumbles.

As they get out to the hall, Midge asks, "Where are the rest of our kids? And Mama and Astrid?"

"Kids are upstairs. They got out at the first sign of argument."

"Smart ones, our offspring."

"Astrid and your mother are out back. I saw your mother pull out a pack of those French cigarettes."

"Oy, who would have thought Mama would be a corrupting influence on anyone?" She jokes, heading up the stairs.

"I tried to get Sarah to go with the other kids, but she kind of clung to me, and I couldn't get Abe and Noah to stop arguing."

"That's my little monkey," Midge coos, rubbing Sarah's back as she sniffles.

"Why's Papa so angry?" The little girl whimpers, and it breaks Midge's heart.

She takes a deep breath and sighs. "Because something bad happened a couple days ago, and Papa's not very good at hiding his feelings."

"I wanted to show him my coloring..."

Midge's eyes well up with tears, and she squeezes Sarah a little tighter as she enters the girl's bedroom, Lenny right behind her. "Why don't you stay in here for a while and color some more?" She suggests, setting Sarah on the bed and petting her hair.

Small hands wipe at big blue eyes, and she nods. "O-okay," she whimpers.

Midge kisses her cheek and gives her another squeeze.

"I'm gonna stay with her," Lenny whispers.

She nods and kisses him softly. "Yeah, take a break from the madness. I'll let you know when it's safe again."

"Bless you." He kisses her one more time.

She goes downstairs, returning to the living room where the argument is still in full force. "Hey!" Midge shouts.

Both men look at her in shock. "Miriam, when did you get here?" Her father asks.

"Um, sometime around 'we're not diviners,'" she snaps. "My daughter is upstairs crying because you two have been shouting for god knows how long."

"We weren't shouting. It was a spirited debate," Abe protests.

"Papa," she scolds. "You're arguing about assassinations in front of a four-year-old. You don't think that's a little, I don't know, insane?!"

"How much does she actually understand?" Noah asks.

"She's four, Noah, and her father's daughter - she understands plenty. And even if she didn't, she understands what yelling means!"

Both men appear to finally deflate at that. "Shit, Midge, I'm sorry," Noah exhales.

"Thank you. Now go apologize to your wife before Mama kills her with those Gauloises."

"Your mother's smoking?" Abe asks with wide eyes.

"Yes, and apparently taking Astrid down with her."

Noah heads out back, their father following, but Midge stops him with a hand pressed to his chest. "You are going upstairs and apologizing to your grandchildren."

"Miriam, please. Your mother - "

"Sarah's finally coloring inside the lines, and she just wanted to show you that tonight. You're going to apologize to her and look at her coloring book and pretend to be very, very impressed. You're going to apologize to my husband for making him put up with this insanity for the last hour, and then you're going to apologize to our other kids for making them feel like they had to run away in their own home," she orders.

Abe looks at her for a moment. "Okay," he caves with a nod. "I'm sorry, Miriam. This year has been...it just feels very similar to..."

"I know," she breathes, her own anger ebbing a bit. She was very small during the second war, but she remembers the tensions. "I know it does. Trust me, Lenny and I are on edge, too, but we have kids - one of whom is very small. We have to keep it together around them."

Her father nods, looking appropriately reprimanded. "I'll go speak to Sarah."

"And look at her coloring," Midge reminds him.

Abe sighs. "And look at her coloring."

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers

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mesanthropi · 1 year

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who cares?

"and this one... makes that small dipper thing." murmured the taller, towel on top of his head as it covered damp white hair. tweak held akatsuki's face so lightly, the shorter could easily lean away if he wanted to. but he didn't, deciding to entertain his exausted boyfriend's little sights. "how the hell do you see that kinda stuff?" asked the redhead, to which the other only shrugged. "you have no idea how much've been staying up lately... it's unusual, i don't like it."

akatsuki hummed, holding his hands up and lightly ruffled the other's hair as best as he could from there. "you don't like staying up?" tweak shook his head. "well then. can't have that, can we? d'you wanna go back to sleeping with all of us?" he offered, feeling the white-haired boy's palms fall from his face and into his lap. the taller shook his head against the towel, tilting his head down so that akatsuki had better reach. "... alright... but you haven't slept in the house for two days, bun. 's gonna be three if you leave tonight. we miss you, y'know."

"me too," he mumbled. "but i don't wanna let 'em see me like..." he vaguely gestured to his whole self. white hair, exhausted out of his mind, quiet, nicer, and smarter. unlike before when he had the green colors, colorful language, loud, teasing, and hated. "... this. 's horrible, 'tsuki, i've been trying to fix it, but 's no use. no use at all." sighing, the redhead pulled the towel off his head and tossed it to the side. he lightly pat down anything that was sticking up, a soft frown on his face. tweak of all people, saying this about himself.

he wasn't having it, no. "'s why we're here, baby," said akatsuki as he tucked a stray hair behind the tweak's ear. "i get that things are difficult, and you wanna try to like... fuckin', deal with it before it gets worse. but don't do all of that shit alone, you hear?" the words were as stern as his new expression as he pointed a lighthearted finger at the taller. his other hand had been up to tweak's face as he'd been adjusting his hair from there as well, but akatsuki felt him press up to his palm. just leaning into the touch like he always did, averting his gaze with furrowed brows.

"... but what if you all end up thinking like everybody else does?" it was one of those rare occasions where his voice was barely above a whisper, and his eyelids were slowly getting heavier. akatsuki narrowed his eyes, a bit confused, but it was answered after a brief period of silence. "that 'm crazy. mental. going from zero to a hundred, then zero again. sure, some of 'em are gonna be relieved that i'm like this, but... i hate it. but then when they see him bein' the bastard that he is, they hate him. me."

"bun, we've been with you for a while now. we're practically used to your madness," said the shorter, caressing his face with his thumb as he put down his other hand. "but we're not used to your quieter moments. y'know, stuff like this. but like how 'm willing to work with you like this, i'm fuckin' positive that the other two are gonna do the same. who cares what those idiots think? you're crazy, so? we are too, you know. in our own ways."

silence followed the shorter's words, not that either minded. tweak stayed like that for a moment, still and silent, before letting out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "... 'nd i like that about you guys." tweak mumbled, finally closing his eyes as he nuzzled akatsuki's palm. "mad like him. like me... thank you, 'tsuki. 'm sorry."

the other shook his head, guiding the other to the four's shared bed and sitting him down on the edge of it. "don't apologize for nothin', bun. i'd rather you feel better than worse, anybody would. that's the, uh... power of love?" tweak laughed. he hasn't done that in a while. akatsuki thought to himself, smiling a bit as he lied down, the other following suit with a response following him afterwards. "yeah... love. i love you guys. he does, too."

"you've always made that known."

"... i'm glad."

#vernaculaiis #writing #ocs #impulse writing!!!#made this omne last night and ykw?? im proud of it #like rlly proud of it #even if its rlly bittersweet <//3

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dream-meister-translations · 1 year

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MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 2 PART 11

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Following the attack on the Grand Crossroads we returned to the Laughing Cat House to rest our battle-weary bodies…

EST : The police sent a report. Extensive property damage and more than a few civilian injuries, but no fatalities.

EST : Crow and Gran, as the first to respond to the attack, we thank you for your aid and leadership.

GRANDFLAIR : …So the police aren't mad at us?

EST : Well, things would have only gotten worse had it not been for you and Crow.

EST : I made sure to emphasise that part to the police.

GRANDFLAIR : Thank you… That's much appreciated!

EMMA : That's a relief…

CROW : But what about Mateo? We can't rest easy until we've purified that thing.

NOAH : Seemed ilke you guys were in pretty rough shape…

GRANDFLAIR : …The enemy black fairy was exceptionally powerful. We didn't stand a chance against him.

NAVI : Yeah, yeah, so you're saying we were too weak, is that it?

ITSUKI : …No one's saying that…? Navi, why are you so angry all the time?

NAVI : Do you have any idea how annoying it is being asked such things?

ITSUKI : ……

HIMMEL : Well, well… It would seem we're being affected by that other black fairy's miasma.

EVAN : I don't remember much of anything but it was an extremely sickening feeling.

EMMA : I'm just glad everyone could make a full recovery.

NAVI : It's that guy in the hat's fault. He pisses me off…

CROW : That guy with the that was working with those two dark night thugs. I think he said his name was Nanashi?

ITSUKI : His power's the real scary thing.

CROW : He was being possessed by Mateo but the difference between us and him was huge… Dammit…

ITSUKI : And that's not all… He also knew about Eden and Emma…

━FLASHBACK━

NANASHI : Eden awaits.

NANASHI : I’ll be waiting for you at the End of the Road. And thinking of you all the same.

━END FLASHBACK━

EMMA : …I don't remember… Any of that…

CROW : ……

More questions than answers continued to surface one after another until Est's firm voice cut through the tense silence.

EST : My apologies for changing the subject but may we talk a little amongst ourselves?

EMMA : Yes. Of course.

EST : Thank you. Now then… Kai, Sion, Gui…

KAI / SION / GUI : ……..

EST : I don't blame you for disobeying me when I told you to stay here.

EST : On the contrary, I think it's a good thing you were able to bravely follow your own initiative.

EST : Many of the people you helped have come to me to express their gratitude.

KAI : Sensei...

EST : However… You fell prey to your emotions and failed to properly assess the situation around you…

EST : You failed to work together, and almost hurt the very people you were trying to save as a result.

EST : If only I'd only been there…

GUI : I-I'm sorry…

KAI : …A-Apologies…

SION : ……….

SION : No… If you'd left me to it, I'd have figured it out on my own…

KAI : Sion, you fucker…!

SION : It's true. Our fight was all your fault. If you hadn't been there, none of this would have happened…

KAI : You say that one more time!

EST : Enough of this!

KAI / SION : …Hmph.

EST : Do you even understand the gravity of the situation you're in? What could have happened? There's no way to fix a mistake like that.

EST : Reflect on this. Long and hard. Before you finally do something you truly regret…

KAI : ……

SION : Tsk… I just…

SION : I'm better than this…

SION : Dammit!

GUI : Sion…!

EMMA : Sion, wait!

━

SION : …….

I follow Sion out the room, calling out to him.

EMMA : Sion…

But Sion never once looked back as he disappeared into the depths of the mansion…

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talisidekick · 1 year

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So like, I kind of love watching people who do mean shit have the light leave their eyes.

This happened a while ago but I had an off day and I gave a corpo exec I was supposed to apparently treat like a god a plain answer devoid of my usual please-don't-be-mad-at-me-I-hate-that vibe of blame diffusion and sugar coating lightly peppered with profuse apologies. I got in big shit about this. I wrote the most begrudging apology I've ever written and tried to patch things up.

Well, fast-forward a few weeks from that event, I'm assisting the most beloved individual at the company. This is the person who sets up all the office parties, brings people coffee, and even drives to execs houses to give them soup and tea when they're sick. People love this girl. She takes her job to the next fucking level. Also happens to be one of my best friends. This is a friend I would die for. So when she's tasked with setting up an office party in the building I work at, of damn course I'm going to help! And so the in walks this exec. We get introduced but I'm on decoing so it's short and I'm off back to my task. I get called a few minutes later (to which tinsel sucks ass fyi) and I look over and get the "thumb point and eyebrow raise" that's code for "this one safe to tell her you're trans?" and I don't hide shit so I nod. I come back needing more fucking tinsel and the exec is just like: "I'm so sorry" which makes no sense to me and is followed up by "I didn't know you were the one they were talking about" which is now fucking concerning and my friend just goes "she doesn't know about that". Now I'm beyond concerned to fuck.

To which a long conversation later ... there's office rumours about me I was unaware of. Lets just say, it's derogatory, and upon hearing this, this exec apparently decided it was her mission to stop that in it's tracks. But it's been an uphill battle because there's reasons our small ass site gets all the parties set up here. Big neon sign on me as one of the reasons. See apparently ... I'm eye-candy ... and I forgot that trans people only make up like 3% of our population so ... my ass is apparently the fucking unicorn right now. See, I'm used to the hate part, I have no experience with the "lust" part of people being transphobic or ... trans-fetishistic? Which is super weird and gross but weirdly euphoric in a "I guess it's nice to be seen as hot" kind of way? And hilarious because this exec was like: "this girl isn't going to be treated like that" and then proceeded to knee-cap me with a shotgun because no one making comments wanted to name me. So all she knew was "trans girl at this site needs help" and I'm (as far as I'm aware) the only trans girl at this site. The realization was an "oh fuck" moment.

The absolute horror on her face in that moment was just ... priceless. She asked if I was mad at her and/or the situation, and I don't know why this made that look worse but I just said "I've dealt with worse", cause I have. Like ... "oooooh, boys be droolin', sucks I'm into girls and enby's only!". Granted, now I'll be cautious, but like ... I come from a catholic/mormon/christian family who's only real unanimous agreement was: "queers tolerable, trans 6-feet under out back." and well, I'm the demon they likely think they're responsible for so ... pretty sure paranoia is high enough to handle this already. Anyway, I think we're friends now. Which is awesome because I don't think I have a better "how did you two become friends" story.

#trans #transgender #lgbtq+#lgbt+#queer #mtf #2slgbtqia+#enby

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saddude69 · 20 hours

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Smol — Today at 8:07 AM Okay I want to apologize for what seemed like my unresponsiveness last night, in regard to the conversation about whether or not we can separate the art from the artist, or whether or not we can say madness as a reversal of Oedipalization and neuroticization still is ableist in its root cause. One can say that madness seems ableist in what it could represent to some people. For me it doesn't represent that, it represents a way of describing the inverstion of the fixed idea, which as Stirner describes on the exact same page in the Unique and Its Property, is what follows the fixed idea. So in order to establish a new term, you'd have to find one that can be widely understood, by everyone who knows the word, including a Stirnerian scholar. I personally feel that the tension yesterday was arising not from me misunderstanding the content of what was being described, but rather it was 11pm, I was on my phone, high, winding down, typing with a keyboard that hits keys which are adjascent to your finger because it's so old. I was being grilled about cake for some reason.

The whole cake analogy just reminds me of Jordan Peterson and his lobsters. The misappropriation of examples from different species or categories of object, seems inappropriate for this particular example. Mostly because if we're describing Naziism, to use the example of something which extracts essences from the person, and implements them in something which consists of eggs, butter, flower, sugar, or whatever else, and all of a sudden you add a little sprinkling of Nazi in it for good measure? Sorry, there's no such thing as a nazi cake, this particular analogy I just think is really horrible and I don't think it reflects at all on how tired I was. I think actually this analogy is attributing human characteristics to a pastry. But nonetheless, I appreciate that you want to talk with me about Heidegger, so if you have any questions about Heidegger when you read his actual texts, I can help with that.

I want to be very clear, I do not believe in essences. I do not believe in the transfer of essence. I do not believe we are a Christian people because we come from a Christian background. I do not believe in ethnicity, I do not believe in race, I do not believe in gender, I do not believe in sex, I do not believe in the concept of the human, and most of all, I do not believe in the author. The author is dead, and all I can see is the wretched stench of the author permiating my nose. It reaks!!! I wish the author would remain dead, but it seems that they wish to bother us after their death with the decay of their corpse. The corpse breaks down after death, it is reclaimed by the otherness which was once an obstacle to it. Now the otherness consumes it, and it is indistinguishable from the incalculable otherness. But in death, we are impossible, we remain without any substantial connection to the rest of the world except through people who take the corpse, and consume it and become its otherness. The corpse chewer, as Stephen Daedalus called his mother, in Ulysses, when she returned to him as a ghost. We are doing nothing but fondling the dead, when we resurrect their essences, as though when the universal self spun them off, they retained something of the essence of the maker, through their production. I believe that all interpretation comes from me, as I am the creative nothing. I do not let ghosts, and the dead haunt me, but I filter all sides through myself, and I sing the song of myself.

Smol — Today at 8:15 AM Here we can see a no to life occurring, a no to zarathustra, a no to the will to power. Looking at the essence as remaining attached to the maker, as if there is a part of me within you, or a part of you within me, and a part of us all in whatever we create and consume, and that it is not broken down and re-consumed upon exit of the uniqueness of other minds. We do not touch things without adding something of our own fingerprints, we paint the things we touch in our own image. We are inextricably caught up in everything which we grasp. Our grasp is an extention of our uniqueness, insofar as it is what is in our power. Our power extends as far as our grasp, and that which we grasp does not fall into the subjectivity, the sameness of the subjectum, into which Naziism falls. Naziism is a great bastardization of the new, a cancerous body without organs that spreads internal no commands to others, and spreads over the recording surface inflicting its trauma on life, and turning everything into its own image.

Say yes to life, say yes to returning to Heidegger, and learning new things, exploring and re-creating as one goes along. This was Lacan's method, Lacan, in spite of my disagreements, accepted Deleuze. He said, I need someone like you! And Deleuze refused. Deleuze didn't believe, I think, that he wanted to be a part of the institution which Lacan stood for. That much is apparent in his writings, yet nevertheless, I think Lacan could see that Deleuze was a brilliant philosopher. Lacan allowed people more interpretive power in his own system than most other philosophers. He believed that truth contains the structure of fiction, as he said in seminar 7. We could look at Stirner's word madness as an ableist slur, that much seems okay to me. But what I think what one should do if they want to understand a text, is to go into the text and understand the text on its own terms. I have read secondaries, a whole book on Heidegger, but that was not before struggling through being and time by myself, with a reading group, taking careful attention to other people's notes. The reason why it's so hard to accept these Heidegger critiques, which seem as though they merely arise from the arborescent word "nazi" and what this means outside of the context of Heidegger. I will just repeat myself then - Heidegger is not a straightforward philosopher. If you haven't read him, you really don't understand him. If you have read him, there's a good chance you may need to re-read him. If we really care about being a rigorous scholarly community, we can realize that Heidegger scholarship is a part of that community, and if we want to critique Heidegger, we should do so on his own terms. I believe summary of pages through paraphrasing, or understanding how he is using terms in specific sections, is enough. Quoting Heidegger is relatively long term paper project, which we will need to do together through a whole paper if you want me to explain.

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