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The Key To Your Heart - Track 10

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Panic/Anxiety Attack. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f). Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 6.6k

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Hi!!!! Once again I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I can't seem to ever stay awake to do anything. That being said, here it is! This is the last main chapter of our little lovebirds. There will be at least one, likely two bonus tracks coming soon though :) Also there's a smidge of Spanish in here from Pedro, but the translation is included in the end of the sentence. I took some Spanish classes back in the day but I don't speak it and had to use Google translate. So if it ISN'T right and you do speak Spanish, please let me know lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these little cuties on their first date. There's a lot, a lot, a lot of kissing in here (sorry...) and overall they're just grossly in love lol. Please let me know what you think, and if you've seriously read this far, I LOVE YOU! This is my first series, and honestly my first fic other than the one I wrote in my diary lmao. Like the reader, I am incredibly inexperienced so writing a relationship has been a bit of a challenge and half the time I don't believe the actual words I'm writing. But I really only started writing it as a way to write down my daydreams :) So to have support means the world to me, and hearing people comment/DM me saying how much they relate has meant so much and makes me feel a lot less alone, because ultimately, it doesn't matter how fictional it is, most of reader's feelings are my own. To anyone else in the same boat, I get you! Hang in there. I think there's a Pedro out there for us all. Someday. Anywho, pardon my ramble. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it. ❤

The next morning, you woke up and stretched your limbs, rolling over in your comfortable bed as the sunshine poured in through the window. At the shuffling of your body, Skipper groaned, wiggling a little in bed, nearly shoving you off the edge. You reached for your phone, blinking through your sleep a couple times before seeing a text from Pedro. “Good morning beautiful! I can't wait for our date today. I was thinking maybe we could start around 2:30 and spend the day together, if you'd like. But if that's too much, we can just make it a dinner date. Up to you which you would prefer. I understand either way. Love you ❤️”

He wants to spend the whole day with me!? And he sent me a good morning text and called me beautiful? Then signed it with a heart and love you?!!!! How did I get this man?

Your grin eclipsed your face, making you squint. If Mr. Grumpybutt weren't sharing the bed with you, you'd probably squeal and kick your feet. Tapping your phone screen, you typed out a reply. “Morning handsome ❤️ I would love nothing more than to spend the day with you. I love you too!” You sent the message before crawling out of bed gently, receiving a dirty look from Skip.

“Alright Grump. Go back to bed. Geez,” you laughed. If looks could kill, you thought. He turned back on his side, letting out a grumble and sigh, resulting in a laugh from you. Acts like he pays rent and works 40 hours a week…

You took a relaxing shower, making sure to be all nice and fresh for your date with the man of your dreams. While brushing your teeth, you noticed he had replied. “Great, I can't wait. I'll be at your place at 2:30. :)”

“Can't wait to see you. What do you have planned? I'm wondering how to dress.”

“Wear whatever you feel good in, baby. I'm sure you'll look amazing. Probably something casual you can walk around comfortably in for the day. Maybe something a little dressier for the evening, but you don't need to carry it around. We will make a stop at your place before and you can change”

Wow he really has this planned out.

“What have you got planned, P? This sounds elaborate. You know you don't need to put in all that effort, I'm already yours ❤️”

“You deserve the world, my love.”

Dressed in a pair of leggings and a light sweater, you felt reasonably cute while still being comfortable for whatever activity Pedro had in mind. Plus, with the crisp November air, you would be nice and warm. You were just finishing tying your sneakers when your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find your handsome boyfriend standing on your step, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. “Mi amor,” he handed you the roses, kissing your cheek and hand. “Thank you Pedro,” your cheeks heated. “Come in,” you pulled his hand across the doorway towards the living room. Skipper pushed past you to investigate, causing Pedro to drop your hand.

“Well there he is! That handsome boy!” Skipper’s tail wagged and his butt wiggled as Pedro crouched to give ear scratches. “Oh, I love you too,” Pedro answered when Skip kissed his face frantically. A fit of giggles erupted from Pedro, making your heart swell with joy. He has the cutest laugh, and the fact that your dog is causing it was surreal.

“You're just a beautiful boy! Aren't you?! Hermoso, igual que tu mamá,” he held Skipper’s face, kissing his nose. (Beautiful, just like your mama)

Your chest was filled with butterflies. Holy shit, he's charming. “Thank you, Pedro,” you said in a whisper, not even sure if he would hear. Turning his head from your dog, Pedro looked up at you, giving you a gentle smile; but the eye contact was quickly torn away when Skipper pressed a needy paw to Pedro's chest. Both of you now giggling, Pedro continued to pet Skipper, stopping to give him a hug and some more nose kisses.

“Alright. I gotta ask…” you prompted, causing Pedro to turn his head towards you again. “Are you just dating me to hang out with my dog?” You smirked.

Pedro turned back to Skipper, speaking in a low voice. “She's catching on to us buddy. We've been made.” You burst out laughing, Skipper looking over at you as if his plan really had been foiled.

Pedro gave a final pat on Skipper’s head before standing and walking over to you. “Nonsense,” he pecked a kiss to your lips. “I do love that sweet boy of yours,” he replied before turning his face to whisper in your ear. “But I'm absolutely enamored with you, Mamacita.” The hair on your neck stood as a chill rushed down your spine. You bit your lower lip, and he stared back into your eyes, leaning in for a passionate kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You look rather handsome, yourself,” you replied. His hair was brushed back and to the side, his curls neatly swept and threatening to break free around his face. You wondered whether he asked for help to make his hair look extra nice for your date or if he styled it himself.

Running your fingertips over his patched salt and pepper beard, your hands found the small heart shaped patches near his chin. You brushed your thumb over his jaw before leaning in to press a kiss on the bare skin, causing his eyes to close as he let out a sigh. The whiskers tickled your cheeks as you continued kissing up his jawline, back across his cheek, and on his nose before pulling away to look into his eyes.

He opted to not wear glasses today, allowing you a closer look into his deep brown eyes which were softening under your gaze. “You ready to go, baby?” He asked you, his hand on your hip as he rubbed circles with his thumb.

“Absolutely,” you smiled. He wore a pair of dark jeans, tennis shoes, and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearm. He looked absolutely… incredible.

While you were grabbing your bag, he grabbed Skipper's leash. “Is Skipper coming too?” You asked, confused.

Skipper was twirling now, impatient to go somewhere.

“Sure is! Couldn't leave him out. But don't worry, you and I will have the night to ourselves,” he winked.

You looked downward, feeling shy and flushed. “Okay,” you giggled, clipping Skip to his leash and heading for the door.

“Do you want to take my car? You'll get dog hair and slobber in yours,” you offer.

“I don't mind! I love dogs,” Pedro replied, opening the door for Skipper to climb in the back seat. After closing the door, he opened the passenger door for you. Such a gentleman, you thought with a sigh, getting in and thanking him.

As the car sped along, you looked over at your boyfriend driving the car. Boyfriend! That'll never get old… you thought to yourself. The air conditioning blew the few loose strands of hair on the top of his head, and his left hand gripped the wheel, making the veins on his hand prominent. With his right hand, he reached over, holding your left in his, resting on top of your thigh.

He really did look beautiful. You couldn't help but stare at him as he expertly drove the car, hand flexing as he turned the wheel. His mouth pursed and he licked his lips, his tongue slowly jutting out to wet them.

Damn, I want those lips on mine. That tongue in my mouth, you thought, feeling rather warm, despite the air conditioning swirling around the car.

“So where are we spending the day?” You asked, trying to quiet the flames of attraction licking at your pulse.

“It's a surprise! But we're almost there,” he answered, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

Pedro looked in the side mirror and laughed. “Babe, look at Skipper.”

You looked to see him with his head out the window, ears and lips blown back with the wind, his tongue lolled out to the side and blowing with the speed of the vehicle.

You both chuckled before you warned him, “your car is going to be covered in slobbers, Pedro!” He gave another quick look to Skipper before replying. “That's okay. It'll help me remember this day until I wash it again,” he looked over at you and smiled. It felt so natural. So… domestic, the two of you sitting in the car, going on a date, him holding your hand while driving, and the two of you laughing at your dog in the back seat. It was just perfect. Everything you dreamed.

He wasn't joking when he said you were almost there. It was only about five more minutes until the car pulled into the parking lot of the dog-friendly beach.

Stepping out of the vehicle, you took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar smell of salty sea air and hearing the chatter of gulls. The breeze blew your hair gently, but the day was relatively warm for November.

After the three of you exited the car, Pedro opened the trunk, pulling out a large picnic basket and tote bag. “You really came prepared, didn't you? Pedro, this is really special. Thank you.” Your eyes felt teary and the smile you held was genuine. Nobody has ever put this much effort into anything for you. Other than him.

“You don't need to thank me. I want you to be happy and I want the three of us to have a nice day,” he added, pecking your lips.

“Wait.. Pedro,” you frowned. “It looks kind of crowded. Should I be nervous about paparazzi or anything?” Your stomach bubbled with nervous energy.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. Celebs come here all the time. I've come here before. If they do, they might take pictures, but usually it's pretty low-key here. Try not to worry too much. I want you to have a nice time,” he squeezed your hand affectionately.

“Okay. I trust you,” you smiled at him as the three of you walked towards the sand, finding a nice place to picnic. Pedro unpacked, laying down a large blanket before setting up the spread of sandwiches, veggies, and fruit. He offered you a cold drink from the basket and the two of you sat, using a metal stake to secure Skipper’s leash near your blanket. He flopped onto his side, content to be sunbathing with some of his favorite people.

The lunch consisted of peaceful conversations and laughter, learning more about each other despite having talked for several months now. It seemed you could never run out of conversation topics. But even in the quiet moments, it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt relaxing. You were both content being able to sit together in silence and just enjoy each other's company.

After your meal, you packed up the basket and headed for the car again to put the things away, opting for a walk unburdened by carrying items across the sand. Neither of you brought a swimsuit today, but despite the California sun, it was still November, and the Pacific ocean was never really warm, even in the middle of summer. That didn't seem to bother Skipper very much though. As the two of you walked hand in hand near the water, barefoot in the wet sand, he ran laps around Pedro holding him on the leash, occasionally splashing through the shallow water before joining close by his family again.

He would definitely need a bath later, but you didn't mind. He was happy splashing around, having a great day. You were happy walking with the man of your dreams, fingers intertwined together. Everything felt right. You weren't even nervous, despite the way Pedro looked like the most handsome man you've ever seen, or the fact that he was famous, and that you occasionally received stares from other beach goers. Instead of the usual first-date nerves people get, you just felt love.

“So,” he started excitedly, “Obviously I have most of this date planned, but I also wanted to check in with you and see if you had anything particular in mind that you wanted to do together.”

You thought for a second, letting a memory burn into your thoughts. “Well,” you began, "I don't want to sound like a total creepy fan or anything...” you added, cautiously. You kinda were, with all the photos of him you had saved on your phone (prior to deleting them before your first meeting in person). But that's not important right now, and he probably doesn't need to know that. Maybe it can be a funny story later.

Pedro laughed, that cute little wheezy laugh he does with his giant smile that makes your stomach do somersaults. Those same somersaults you've been getting since you first saw that smile on the screen and knew you were absolutely screwed until you got over this crush. Or, unexpectedly, when you walked hand-in-hand with him, like you were now.

“But…?” he pondered, looking down at you sideways, with a playful smirk and those big brown eyes that could make you lose your mind. They absolutely glittered in the sunlight right now, reflecting all the joy and love he felt for you.

“Okay maybe I'm a little creepy…” you nudged him with your side, still gripping his hand in yours as the two of you walked peacefully. The beach was crowded, but you and him, and Skipper, were the only ones here as far as either of you were concerned. There could be a loud scream and it wouldn't compare to the squealing in your mind. A firework show would simply feel like a projection of your sparks. A tornado couldn't sweep you off your feet as well as he could.

“Is this where you tell me you've been watching me sleep through my window for the past three years or something?” He raised an eyebrow, playful smile still on his face as he licked his lips.

“What?” You squeaked, laughing. “No. I mean… I did have some pictures saved of you, and have maybe read a fictional story or two about you and your characters…” or a few thousand, you thought.

You cringed. Why the fuck did I say that out loud?!

Your cheeks felt hot and you diverted your eyes away from the man beside you, a nervous grimace painted across your mouth. He barked out a laugh, pulling you into his side for a hug. “Baby, you're cute. I don't mind that you used to read those. I don't even mind if you still do. No different than a book, right? Maybe it'll give us some fun date ideas.” He rested his head on top of yours innocently.

Oh, if only he knew the things you read.

“Right. Fun date ideas,” you smirked to yourself. He pulled away to look at you, eyebrow raising playfully.

“Sweetheart,” he interrogated in the same tone you use when Skipper steals a sock from the laundry, “what kind of stories are you reading about me and my characters, huh?” He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You'd feel nervous from his tone if he didn't flash a smug, knowing grin at you.

“Oh, you know…” you shrugged. “Just the typical romance stuff,” you turned, facing him and resting your hand on his chest, tracing a circle over his heart with your finger. You felt his pulse pick up under your touch, and saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

“What kind of thoughts are going through that pretty head of yours?” He asked, raising his brow while you continued tracing little hearts into his shirt with your index finger.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” You winked before removing your hand from his chest. Starting to walk away, you continued your earlier statement. “Anyway, as I was saying-”

“Oh, no you don’t,” he interrupted, laughing. “Don't think you're getting out of this conversation that easy,” he gently pulled your forearm, stopping your movement and sending you twirling into his arms once again.

“Maybe someday I'll tell you,” you giggled, booping his nose.

“Someday? Why not tell me now?” He ran his thumb over your lip, eyes drifting down quickly before returning to your eyes.

“I'll show you the fanfics I read about you when I know you're stuck with me and you aren't going to run for the hills,” you laughed nervously, only partially joking.

His playful demeanor vanished before your eyes, turning into a look of… concern? Oh no. This is it. Where he realizes what a mistake he made. Where he says he doesn't want to be together. Where he breaks my heart.

He gently held your arm, rubbing soft strokes. “Honey. What are you talking about?” His soft brown eyes searched your face. You gulped, not wanting to make eye contact, but he again pulled your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I…” you floundered for the words. “I don't want to scare you away.”

“Why would I be scared away?” he asked in almost a whisper, concern and sadness lacing his features.

“Because I just had this huge, huge crush on you. So, I read fanfics and I saved all your photos and I watched all your movies. I spent more time on social media looking for updates on you. Just so I could see you, or imagine what being with you would feel like. Like a total crazy person. An absolute psycho creeper.”

“Baby…” he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You aren't any of those things. I actually think that’s kind of sweet. Although, it makes me a little sad thinking about the pain you must have felt, having these strong feelings and not having found each other yet.” He brushed your hair out of your face, settling his other hand on your waist before continuing.

“Feelings make us feel a little crazy sometimes, and although I never read fanfiction about you, or had any pictures to save, I would be lying if I said I didn't take a screenshot of us that first night you showed me your face.” He rubbed his neck bashfully.

Fanfic about me? What? If that even exists, I gotta see what people are saying…

“You did?” His admission surprised you, to say the least. He sighed before answering. “Yes. I had - have,” he corrected himself, “a pretty big crush on you too, baby. But I felt like I was betraying you in a way, taking a picture of you during our video chat. I just wanted to remember your face if I never saw it again,” he sighed.

“I fell in love with you the first time I heard your song... I heard you sing about your feelings and daydreams. So… you admitting about fanfiction and pictures isn't all that surprising.” You lowered your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me.” He stroked your cheek. You looked up and he continued. “I took that picture because I had already fallen so head-over-heels for you that the first time I saw your face, I stopped breathing. Although I knew I wouldn't be able to get the image of you out of my mind, I couldn't risk forgetting the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.”

You dropped your gaze again, cheeks feeling a permanent state of warmth and butterflies dancing from your stomach to your chest. “You don't honestly mean that, Pedro.” You sighed. “I appreciate it, but there's no way. I really don't know what you could ever see in someone like me,” you whispered, barely audible. If you weren't standing so close, he would've missed it.

Instead of responding, he dropped his arms from your body. At the loss of contact, your heart sank. But when you lifted your head to meet his eyes, he was fishing around his pocket for his phone. Calling an Uber to leave? Your self-doubt pestered.

A few taps to his screen later and he held up his phone. There you were, sitting at your table in your favorite dress, with your favorite food and flowers on the table. You had the biggest smile on your face and in the bottom corner, you could see Pedro looking handsome as always, and absolutely smitten with you, the largest grin painted across his features.

At the sight of the image, your heart warmed. “See what you mean to me?” He asked, putting his phone back into his pocket. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you choked out, leaning forward to mold your lips to his. They fit together perfectly. Like they were made for each other. He pressed back before opening his mouth ever so slightly to lick at your lips. Matching his movements, your tongues met, dancing a waltz in exploration as he pulled you forward by your lower back, seeming as if trying to get as close as possible somehow.

As the two of you paused for air, he ran his hand further down your back, just barely grazing the dip of your spine where your torso meets your butt. He gave you a look, almost to determine your reaction, asking permission to let his hand continue. When you didn't back away, going as far as pulling him closer around his neck and leaning in for another kiss, he pressed his lips against yours in return and let his hands wander a little further down. When his hand wrapped around the cheek of your ass, you squeaked. This is new… and I like it, you thought. His whole hand fit across your cheek. His huge hands. You whimpered as he gave a squeeze, like he was claiming you as his own.

“I love you too.” He finally responded, pulling out of the kiss to search your eyes. “So tell me… what was this activity you wanted to add to our date? The one you fear makes you sound like a creepy fan?” He let out a small laugh, brushing your nose with his.

“This,” you replied, pressing another kiss.

“Kissing?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over your waist and resting his forehead to yours. “I think we've already been doing that, if I'm not mistaken.” He pecked your lips with his.

“Yes,” you kissed. “Well,” kiss. “Actually,” you pulled away enough to explain. “I read this interview you gave a few years ago about your ideal first date?”

“Yeah?”

“You said something about ‘a date that doesn't feel like a date. And

hopefully by the end, or throughout, very

good kissing.” You said, slightly cautious at your memorization, a bit nervous at the implication of what you're saying.

“Oh, is that what you want?” He flashed his eyes up to look at you, giving a devilish smirk.

“Well, as someone who hadn't been kissed yet when I read it, I sorta lost my mind over it,” you laughed. “Obviously we've kissed before, but if it were up to me your lips would never leave mine,” you pressed your lips to his again.

“I think we should be able to make that happen,” he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before pulling you in for another kiss. “Mmmm” you sighed, pulling away from his lips. “Never gets old.” You held his hand in yours, the two of you walking again down the beach.

“So I was thinking,” he began, “since you said you deleted all your photos, and I only have the one, maybe we could make some new photos… together,” the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile. You grinned and nodded excitedly. “Please!”

Pulling out his phone, the two of you took several photos together. Some just smiling, some with Skipper, and your personal favorites, the ones with him kissing you. This will make for a perfect lockscreen, you imagined.

As you approached the edge of a rocky cliffside at the end of the beach, a sea lion barked in the distance. Skipper perked up, tilting his head and letting his ears twitch before returning a “boof.” The two of you laughed, ushering your dog away from making any wild ocean friends, and headed towards the boardwalk.

After grabbing an ice cream at a candy shop, you were so deep in conversation and laughter that you didn't notice the girl off to the side looking nervous. Slowly she walked over. Skipper put up his guard, but as she approached, she gave a kind wave. “Hi… I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a big fan of you both.”

“Us… both?!” You responded, surprised. Pedro shook his head with a laugh before thanking the fan.

“Of course! Your music is amazing! I listen to it on my way home from work everyday. I relate to so many of your songs.”

“Wow, thank you so much. I never expected to be recognized. You're so kind,” you replied honestly.

She asked for a photo with you both, and after obliging, she mentioned before leaving, “by the way, I was following all the news that went down. I just want to say I think it's cute how you guys got together and you make a really cute couple. Okay bye! Thank you again!!” And with that, she scurried away, leaving you to look at Pedro in surprise. “Wow” you replied with a laugh. “I can't believe I'm getting recognized,” you spoke quietly.

“How do you feel about it?” Pedro asked cautiously.

“I feel… okay, so far. This was a nice interaction, and even though people keep looking at us… being able to be out in public with you, to show my face, kiss you, hug you, hold your hand,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “it makes it all worth it.”

“I couldn't agree more,” he looked into your eyes, giving a soft smile. You matched his expression before his face slowly faded into concern. “Do you think work will go okay for you? Now that it's out there?”

You took a deep breath, walking a few more steps with him down the boardwalk before replying. “I don't know. I guess so. Or… I hope so at least. I've had a few of my friends and coworkers message me kind words of encouragement. So at least I'll have some people on my side, even if anyone else has something to say. But really, they shouldn't. They already know me. They knew I liked you,” you leaned into him. “So they should be happy for me if anything. And if not, then… well, they didn't deserve to be my friend anyway,” you shrugged. “But I think I might take some time off to figure out everything, career wise,” you added. Still leaning into his side, Pedro unlatched his fingers from yours, opting to reach his arm around you, giving your shoulder a squeeze and rubbing soft circles into your upper arm.

“Baby,” Pedro began, his voice vibrating through your body as he leaned his head on yours, “I’m so proud of you. Have I told you how strong I think you are?” Your cheeks warmed and you grinned. “Thank you Pedro,” you wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him. “But I don't think I'm that strong. I struggle to open pickle jars just like the rest of us,” you joked.

Pedro gave a quiet snort. “You know what I mean, honey,” he laughed. “I don't mean physical strength. Though I'm sure you could hold your own in an arm wrestle, I mean your ability to handle all of this thrown at you so quickly. Your ability to adapt and stay cheerful about everything. You just keep continuing to amaze me,” he pulled his head away from yours to meet your gaze. He smiled softly and you thanked him.

“I don't feel very strong,” you mumbled, breaking away from his stare. “You are, though. You're strong, smart, beautiful. Talented. Passionate,” he kissed your lips.

“Pedro, I love you, but you always seem to use all these words I don't feel. You see me as someone completely different than the way I've always seen myself. I want to believe you, but-” you sighed. “No one else has ever shown any indication that those are true,” you pouted, trying not to tear up.

“Hey, hey, whoa. Stop,” he halted your movements, pulling your chin up to his face. “Maybe they didn't see you, but I do. I feel all those things about you, and I'll spend every single day trying to prove it. I told myself I wouldn't get involved in romance a long time ago. But you changed all that.”

His chocolate brown eyes felt like they looked directly into your soul as he attempted to unravel your self-doubt. With a deep breath, you calmed enough to reply. “I love you, and I feel all those things for you as well. I'm glad you opened yourself up to love again.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I'm glad I met you” you sucked his lip. “I'm glad you're mine.” You kissed him again, deepening it, letting your tongue press gently to his and tangling together in passion before pulling away.

Skipper had completely rolled into his side in wait for you both, between the conversation and the kissing. When the two of you broke away with matching grins, you looked over to see the sun had sunk down to the border between sky and ocean. In its wake was a bright orange sky, with pink, purple, and yellow streaks mixed in, as if a painter had gotten a bit too carried away with the paints. It was blindingly beautiful.

Drawn to it like moths, the three of you walked towards the shoreline once again. You started to sit, but Pedro pulled you into his chest and fished for his phone.

You gave him a confused look before he kissed you deeply and held out his arm. Unlatching his lips from yours with a pop, he held up his phone to you with a smile. In front of the vibrant ocean sunset, the silhouette of a couple shared a loving kiss. For once, it was you in this couple photo. You and the man you love.

You walked a little farther down the sand before sitting down just above the line of wet sand to admire the sunset. Pedro sat behind you, his legs on either side of you while you lay back into his chest. As you leaned into him, he hugged around your body, molding himself to you and tracing light circles into the skin on your arms, making the hairs stand on end and a shiver to run down your spine.

Skipper flopped down nearby, clearly sleepy after a long walk and plenty of new smells. You ran a gentle hand down his back until you heard soft snores, then let him sleep, leaning your head on Pedro’s arm around your shoulder. “This sunset is beautiful,” you sighed, watching as the sun descended further below the ocean. It looked as if it was sinking deep below the surface, offering its light to the deep sea anglerfish miles below.

“It is amazing,” Pedro agreed, staring at you. “But my view is even better,” he added, and you could feel his eyes on the side of your face as he kissed your shoulder. You looked over at him, meeting his eyes, now sparkling with the orange of the sky. “Mine too,” you whispered, tilting your head to press another kiss to his lips.

When the sun went down completely, you headed to the car and Pedro drove back to your place so you could get ready for dinner.

Pedro sat on the couch patiently, stroking the fur on Skip’s back while he snoozed, his head in Pedro's lap. In your bedroom, you searched for the perfect outfit to wear, finally deciding on a nice dress and sweater.

Hopefully the restaurant isn't too cold, you thought.

Walking out of the bedroom, you joined your boys in the living room, only to be greeted by Pedro’s jaw hitting the floor. “Te ves tan hermosa mi amor,” he stuttered in Spanish, flipping languages so easily when he was overcome with emotion. (You look so gorgeous my love.)

He gently stood, sliding out from below your dog, before walking over to you. His eyes scanned your body from head to toe and back up again, making you feel nervous. “You… you look… wow.” He rubbed his hand over his chin, his thumb grazing his lip. His pupils grew, making his eyes ever-so-slightly darker. You shivered under his gaze.

At your shiver, his demeanor shifted. “Shit, are you cold? Baby, you look incredible, but if you're cold -”

“I'm not cold, Pedro,” you interrupted.

“Are you sure? I saw you shiver.” He stepped towards you, touching your arm. A buzz crept under your skin like a live wire. “It wasn't from the cold…” you replied.

“It wasn't from-?” He paused, the realization hitting him as he understood your shiver wasn't from cold but frankly.. the opposite. “Oh,” he hummed, settling his hand on your hip and stepping closer.

Another chill.

“Feeling excited for our date, huh?” His voice caressed into your ear as he kissed his way down your neck, pausing to take gentle nibbles on the skin of your collarbone, neck, and chin, before pulling you in by your waist to press a deep kiss to your mouth, his tongue finding yours.

This was starting to feel natural, kissing. And you two were getting good at it together. Knowing just the way his tongue moved, finding just the spot to make you whine. You even managed to find a spot of him that made a groan slip from his lips nearly every time. Kissing him was addicting, and you had no intention of kicking the habit.

He pulled away, pulling your lip with his teeth as you let out a slight hiss. “I'd love to do this all night, but I promised you dinner, my love,” he kissed your cheek, his beard scratching your face just right. You sighed, agreeing to dinner and taking a minute step back. It felt much warmer in the room than before, and you could tell he felt the same. As your eyes drifted across his body, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. Slowly sweeping his eyes down his body, it was evident you both wanted something beyond dinner.

But the gentleman he is, Pedro stepped forward again, taking your hand and leading you toward the door.

Pulling up to the curb, Pedro opened your door for you before handing his keys to the valet. Linking his arm with yours, the two of you walked into an elegant Italian restaurant. He gave the waitress his name, and she led you back to a secluded room where a single booth sat.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated by candles and twinkling fairy lights. They lined the ceiling, mimicking the starry sky, were it not for the smog of the city. You two walked toward the only booth, settled against the nook of a window, draped with a soft, thin white curtain covering the view from outside. Only the reflection of street lights peered through the thin drapery.

Sliding into the booth, Pedro sat next to you, close enough to touch, yet due to the curve of the corner booth, you were able to converse without craning your neck awkwardly. At the center of the table was a single red rose in a vase, sat next to the glow of a candle. The table itself was rounded and draped with an elegant dark red tablecloth.

Grabbing the triangular folded napkin off your plate, you folded it across your lap, Pedro doing the same. He reached over to you, taking your hand in his. He rolled his hand over the top of yours, linking his fingers between your own and giving a gentle squeeze while offering a soft smile.

You looked into his eyes, searching for the words he might be thinking. In his eyes you only found love and appreciation, pure happiness oozing from his features. When the waitress came back, she set a basket of bread with butter on the table and took your orders.

The night went smoothly, chatter filling the empty spaces while you enjoyed your meals. “Pedro, I know this is technically our first date, but I gotta say, I think I consider our video chat for my album as the first date. It was the first time I felt like I might actually have a shot with you. You put so much effort into that night and it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. I didn't know I could fall for you any harder than I was, but you proved me wrong. And even though we didn't say it was a date, and I didn't have much experience before you, it felt more like a date than anything I had ever felt before. You're a real romantic, P.”

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “That felt like the first date to me too. I knew for sure that I loved you that night.” Your cheeks heated, and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

It was only when the bill arrived that you broke apart. Though you offered to pay, at least for your meal, Pedro wouldn't stand for that. After all, he told you, this date was his idea. So instead, you thanked him and left the restaurant the same way you entered, arms linked.

As Pedro pulled up outside of your home, you let out a sigh. It was already after 9 PM. You had spent nearly eight hours together and yet you dreaded the moment you'd be saying goodbye. It was almost that time already, yet it felt like only five minutes had passed.

Though the walk from Pedro’s car to your front door was rather short, you both managed to prolong it, walking as slow as possible. Clearly he wasn't ready for it to end either. Two love sick fools, just wanting to spend every moment together.

Teetering on the edge of goodbyes, you awkwardly stood by your door. There were no nerves at a first kiss, fortunately. There had been plenty of kisses shared today, and yesterday, and the day prior. In fact, if it weren't for breathing, eating, and other bodily functions, you'd be fine having your lips glued to his indefinitely.

So with that in mind, and the burning desire to spend more time together, as he said goodbye, placing a kiss to your lips and beginning to walk away, you grabbed his arm. “Wait,” you plead.

Pedro turned, looking at you as if you had something to say, or you had forgotten a sweater in the car. But instead, with your heart pounding in your ears, you quietly asked, “would you like to come in? I’m not quite ready to say goodbye.”

The question could be taken with so many potential implications, or none at all. All you knew for sure was that you wanted to spend more time with him. What happened next could be decided in the moment.

His eyes flashed surprise for a moment. He looked at you, trying to read your face for any details in your question, then stared at your front door before turning back to you and finally answering.

“I would love to,” he smiled.

And so the two of you walked through the threshold of your front door, buzzing with new possibilities just inside. But no matter how the rest of the evening takes place, you were in love, and for once, you were loved back.

The end! Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for the bonus tracks, and once again I'd love to hear what you think! Reblogs are appreciated as well :)

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A/N: So I am weak, here is the first part of the Waking up in PJO Series, I drew inspiration from a lot of different series and I’ll credit them all at the end. I hope you enjoy this and if you want to be added to the tag list please drop a comment :)

* Your first thought when you wake up is:

* Oh geez, not again

* ‘What is this, the thirtieth world?’

* You’re starting to get tired of this

* To make matters worse you’re never the same age

* One day you’re nineteen, the next time you’re twelve, the time after you’re twenty-one —

* And this time you’re an infant, a handful of months old at most.

* You’re swaddled in a thick blanket, held against a woman’s pillowy chest.

* ‘What kind of backwater system am I going to have to fix this time.’ You wonder, bitterness ringing through your thoughts.

* You aren’t allowed to be bitter for long, the gentle sensation of a warm chest and familiar scent lull you back to sleep again.

* ‘I have an entire life in this body this time, I should do it right.’ You think

* You’re three years old the next time you’re able to process cognitive thoughts.

* ‘Well this hardly seems fair.’

* You look straight ahead, staring into the abyss, and your father looks back at you.

* He doesn’t look like your original dad, but that’s hardly surprising. You’ve been in a dozen or so worlds where your parents don’t look like your parents—

* ‘At least I always look like myself though.’

* This time your father is a younger man, in his early twenties, he has jet black hair that seems to stick in every direction, skin the color of pale moonlight, and heterochromic eyes; one amber and the other green, both remind you of swirling galaxies.

* But the most noteworthy thing about him is that he seems to be tinged in red. The hue saturates his knuckles, flushes across the bridge of his nose, and stains the whites of his eyes.

* ‘He doesn’t look angry though,’

* “Daddy what’s wrong?” You ask, your small hand resting on his face.

* ‘Just sad.’

* His large, calloused hand, covers your own.

* “Nothing baby, I’m just so happy you’re here.”

* You’re four when you realize you’re stuck in Percy Jackson

* Your teacher is crouched on the ground, her blue apron soiled with the playground dirt

* That much wouldn’t be all that surprising, the power of despair always stays with you regardless of what body you’re in, radiating from you like an aura to everyone around you if you let it.

* Even more unsurprising is that this small body can’t handle your emotions very well yet. Small outbursts are to be expected.

* What is surprising is the snake strangled in your small fist.

* ‘Normal four year olds can’t strangle snakes.’ You think numbly as your pre-school teacher fluctuates between hysterics and crippling despair.

* You calm yourself down enough after loosening your hold, soothing your teacher the best you can.

* “It’s okay see, we’re both okay.”

* You doubt this is some anime world where even children are overpowered and people seem to heal in a couple of minutes.

* And it doesn’t seem like an original world either, this is a very American landscape.

* ‘What city is this again?’

* New York, Manhattan to be exact

* Something about strangling a snake felt awfully familiar, not to mention that warm golden hue when you were a baby.

* Think about this objectively, your mom is not around, you’re strong but not anime or video game overpowered, and you’re in an American setting.

* You’re about to fall asleep for your afternoon nap when it hits you

* ‘Oh shit, I’m in Percy Jackson.’

* It seems unlikely, but wilder things have happened

* ‘Maybe it was only a matter of time. Still there’s only one way to confirm it.’

* “Hey Daddy,” your father glances at you from the rear view mirror in the car. “Why don’t I have a mommy?”

* You feel bad asking your father a question you know will bring him pain, especially when you see hurt flash in his eyes.

* Your father is a handsome man, well built with beautiful eyes, you wouldn’t be surprised if a goddess found him appealing.

* “Your mother went somewhere far away, somewhere you and I can’t follow for a long time.”

* On one hand he makes it sound like she passed away

* On the other hand this is a very vague statement, for all you know your mother is in Olympus or seducing her next victim.

* “What was she like?” Your legs swing underneath you.

* “Your mother was, is, the love of my life.” He reaffirms. “She brought warmth with her into every room she entered, and she was the kindest soul I ever encountered.”

* Even now he looks positively dazzled when he speaks about her.

* ‘So my mom is a goddess, great.’

* His description doesn’t help either, at best it’s a vague description and at worst they’re the words of an unreliable narrator.

* ‘So his love sickness aside, maybe my mom is a minor goddess like Hestia, or maybe Nike or Themis.’

* Though who knows, maybe his description’s completely off and your mom is someone like Athena or Artemis.

* Regardless of who your mom is,

* “Come on baby, I heard you had a bad day at preschool today, I’ll make you something yummy to make up for it.” Your father promises, holding you tenderly against his chest as you make your way up to your familiar Apartment in Manhattan, waving hello to the doorman of your building.

* You’re glad you have your dad

* He may not be a parent your recognize from a previous life, but the way he holds you so gently, the familiar scent that wafts over you — like spring and amber mixed together — has your eyes drooping close

* “I love you daddy.” You yawn against his neck

* “I love you too baby.”

* You’re seven years old when you meet the black dog for the first time.

* You’re walking home from elementary school, sighing as you cross the street.

* ‘I have to be more careful, Dad practically had a heart attack last night when he saw me reading the book about Greek mythology.’

* “W-why are you reading that book sweetie?”

* “The pictures looked pretty.”

* “W-w-well what about this one? Don’t you think these pictures are prettier?”

* You’re going to have to start handling your research with more tact.

* ‘I get about 30 minutes a day for silent reading, but if I choose a book about Greek mythology everyday my teacher will mention it to my dad, I’ll need to limit myself to one day a week.’

* You’re thinking of making a schedule of things to study every day so you might just appear like a very organized child, instead of the freak you are.

* That’s when you see it.

* On appearance alone it doesn’t seem like anything all that special, the dog is large, a black Great Dane with big brown eyes and a tail wagging a mile a minute.

* And in its mouth is a bright red ball.

* Despite yourself a smile twitches on your lips as you get closer, you’ve seen dog body language enough to know when an animal is uncomfortable

* “Hey boy, what are you doing out here all alone?” You hold out your hand expecting to receive an introspective sniff, but instead the dog placed his whole face on your hand.

* You laugh as you pat his head

* “Why’d your owner leave you alone like this?” You wonder aloud, the dog looks like a purebred, and he’s friendly and social too — it doesn’t appear to be abandonment, but he doesn’t have a leash, just a collar with blue gemstones embedded into luxurious leather.

* ‘Whoever’s dog this is, they must be rich.’

* Not that your father seemed to be hurting for money either considering he’s sending you to all the best schools in Manhattan

* The dog drops the ball into your hand when you still

* Does he want to play fetch?

* It’s only when you look down you see it’s not a ball at all.

* “A pomegranate?”

* Before you can think about what kind of person gives a dog a pomegranate to play with, the dog gives you one final lick before leaping away, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the street.

* “Well that was weird.”

* You meet her when you’re eight years old

* She’s adorned in a varsity jacket, a flip phone in one hand and a dog leash in the other

* The black dog from earlier wags it’s tail

* ‘So this is the bad owner.’

* She looks like a college student, maybe twenty at most. With jet black hair and bright green eyes.

* ‘She looks familiar’

* There’s a certain tint to her though, a gold tint that lingers on her skin, gold flecks in her eyes, a golden sheen to her hair, you don’t know what to make of it.

* “Hey kid, do you know me?”

* “Yeah you’re the lady I’m going to report to my teacher when I get to school.”

* The woman sputters with laughter, her hand covering her mouth as her dog shuffled towards you, pressing its nose against your hand. You pet instinctively.

* ‘You really deserve a better owner. How hard would it be to incapacitate this woman and steal her dog?’ You muse.

* “Looks like Cerb has taken a liking to you.” She states, the dogs practically curled around you it’s head in your small hands.

* “You named your dog Cerb? Like Cerberus?” You feel like the name fits a Rottweiler better than a soft hearted Great Dane.

* “I didn’t pick the name, I inherited him from a distant family member recently.” She shrugs, patting her side, the dog pouts but obediently returns to her side.

* “I’ll see you around kid.”

* ‘This is starting to get weird.’

* You wonder for a second if that was your mother but dispel the thought.

* ‘Dad could do better.’

* You stumble into adolescence without a hitch, running into the college student and her Greek mythology named dog.

* You learn her name is Maki and she’s a sophomore at a local university.

* “So are you in college?” You ask.

* “I guess you could say that, I’m getting a degree in architecture at NYU.” You nod.

* You mainly put up with her to pet her dog.

* And you continue your research into the gods, hoping you might find a clue about who your mother is.

* “They seem very interested in Mythology, they even have a schedule on what type to learn more about everyday, it’s still early but archeology may be a good field of study for them.” Your teacher tells your father during the semi-annual parent teacher conference.

* Your father can barely contain his joy, a wobbly smile over his mouth as he ruffles your hair.

* “They’ve always been fairly independent, but if there’s anything I can do to support them as a parent please let me know.”

* ‘I wonder what dad does to be able to afford all this.’

* It’s something you’ve never really thought of much until now, but the penthouse apartment in Manhattan, the elite private schools, even the designer clothes you wear — the money has to come from somewhere.

* ‘He does seem to work a lot.’

* Your dad is always there for you before school and after school, but you’ve seen him mulling over a stack of paperwork a handful of times when you woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, a heavy sigh heaving from his lips as he leaded through the documents.

* ‘Maybe he’s an executive and he just has really good boundaries.’ You think to yourself.

* You’re also growing fairly certain that your mother was a minor goddess, for one you don’t seem to have any special powers aside from your usual despair aura, and second…

* The monsters are few and far-between. There’s been the odd occasion naturally, a snake that tried to poison you, an Eagle that latched onto your arm and refused to let go, a man with only one eye that eyed you from outside the playground, but one look from you was enough to make them scamper away.

* ‘I must not be worth the trouble to them.’

* Besides it’s not like you need protecting, as long as you have your despair no monster on earth can harm you.

* As you walk home, slightly disappointed that Maki and her dog aren’t at the park today, you think maybe this is okay.

* You don’t need to know who your mother is, your blood is weak enough that you won’t need to go to camp half-blood, you can live a nice long life with your father.

* You smile at the doorman as you walk into the marble lobby of your apartment building.

* ‘Maybe this time there aren’t any problems I need to fix.’ You think as you step onto the elevator.

* ‘Maybe this time I can live a nice peaceful life with my super rich dad.’ You decide, tapping the key code into your door before turning the handle.

* You’re greeted with the usual sight of your father, but instead of his usual place on his favorite armchair, he’s seated on the sofa, his mouth stretched in a tense fine line.

* Across from him is a woman, if you had to describe her you’d say she resembled a peony. Everything about her felt like a blossoming flower, pink cheeks, perfectly well manicured pink fingernails. She has long brown hair the color of tree bark, and bright green eyes.

* She’s adorned in a white pantsuit, and stares at you with an amused smile twitching on her lips.

* “(Y/N), come sit by me very quickly.” Your fathers words are strained and tinged in urgency, the woman rolls her eyes.

* “Oh come now Zagreus, you think I would hurt my own grandchild?”

* “It’s never seemed to stop you before.” He grumbles.

* Your eyes flick from the woman to your father.

* The last puzzle piece fits into place.

* All this time you’ve been fixated on your mother, believing her to be of godly lineage.

* ‘But that’s Persephone, and if she’s my grandmother—‘

* ‘Then I’ve been looking at this wrong the whole time.’

* “It was just the one time Zagreus, and I already told you I don’t approve of Thanatos as a son in law, naturally I wouldn’t approve of their children either.”

* ‘Because that means my dad is Zagreus.’

* This entire time your godly parent has been right under your nose, a mere hallway across from you in your own home.

* “Well shit.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! I wanted to credit a few series that I drew a lot of inspiration from which include Hades, Circe by Madeline Miller, and Lore Olympus.

Also a shout out to the anon who guessed it below, hope it was still a surprise! As always if you want to be added to the tag list please COMMENT and I’ll add you until it’s full! 💖

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crazylittlejester · 2 months

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More sad thoughts... okay.

Warriors dies in Sky's time and his spirit has unknowingly haunted everyone in every other era. He always wondered why that spirit felt so familiar.

Unrelated Warriors death: the details associated with his role in the timeline and the time war means he knows how and when he's going to die during the Chain's quest. It at least gave him the chance to say good-bye to the oblivious Chain.

Warriors' first real thought of suicide was after Mask left. He is determined to never let Time know that.

Sometimes Warrirors looks at Wild and wonders what he would need to sacrifice to be free, too.

Warriors really wants to be a dad and thinks his time with Mask and Wind is the closest he's ever going to get.

Warriors hears the others complain about Knights and always think they're clumping him in with them.

That's it for now!

GOD I KNOW I ASKED FOR IT BUT GEEZ! <- said by man who’s incapable of letting Warriors know happiness

#i will be #filing these away for later #:3 #linked universe #jes talks #jes ask #tw sui ideation

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i-will-change-this-someday · 8 months

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I haven’t been in the DnDads fandom that long, but given that everyone seems to love some Normal angst (myself included), I’m surprised nobody’s talking about how in Normal’s stand up he talks about teasing people when you like them, and how kids probably bullied him and if (big if, given Normal’s sunny disposition), he ever got upset they’d just say they were teasing.

I feel like they wouldn’t even have to be bullying him, if his “friends” started making fun of someone else I feel like Normal would try and defend the other person.

“ Oh, lighten up. It's all good fun.”

“Oh, lighten up, Normal. It’s all good fun, don’t be so sensitive.”

“You know we're just busting your chops, it's all goofs.”

“Woah, you know we’re just busting your chops, no need to be so touchy, it’s all goofs”

“[Normal’s voice cracking through] It's all, it’s all a good time, right?”

“Come on, Normal, we’re just having a good time.”

“Look, it's a fun thing!”

“Look, see it’s fun. Stop ruining the mood.”

“It's a roast, you roast people that you like!”

“It’s just a roast, we’re friends, don’t worry about it”

“ it's a joke, Hermie, we're joking. We're just having fun!”

“We’re just joking around. It’s fun.”

“This is what people do when they like each other.”

“We’re just teasing, that’s what friends do, don’t be such a buzzkill.”

All of this makes Normal think this is how people are, and when the other react with sadness, anger, and concern, he panics.

“Normal: [over mic] Oh geez, no! Oh. Oh boy.”

“[Normal sounding teary] Isn't that funny— wuh… It's fun!”

“Normal: [over mic, strained] It's fun, guys! It's funny, you know?”

“Normal: [over mic, loud, vocal, stressed panting]”

“Normal: [over mic] Okay, well— eheh!”

“Normal: [over mic] Well uh— [pants] Oh God, I'm so sorry. Uh—”

“Normal: [over mic, voice cracking] I’m sorry everybody, that was my time.”

“Normal: [over mic, increasingly stressed] Scary, I don't really mean what I said! I just, uh! That's my time, I got to go, goodbye everybody!”

I don’t really have anything else, just wanted to post some Normal angst.

Here’s the full dialogue under the cut.

Borat: [over mic] Hey, that is, uh…

Link: [off mic] Killin’ it.

Borat: [over mic] …really mean, Rick! I think Hermie is sensitive about that, and proud of his acting.

Pickle Rick: [over mic] Oh, lighten up. It's all good fun. I mean. You know we're just busting your chops, Hermie, it's all goofs. [Normal’s voice cracking through] It's all, it’s all a good time, right? We didn't hurt your feelings, did we?

Hermie: [wobbly] U-um… Uh…

Borat: [over mic] He is crying, you stupid Pickle Man!

Normal: [over mic] Oh geez, no! Oh. Oh boy. Look, it's a fun thing! It's a roast, you roast people that you like! [almost Pickle Rick] And I like you, Hermie, okay?! [Just Normal] So it's just a funny... Look, look, I'll roast everybody else, okay? We're on the same team, it's all fun!

Pickle Rick: [still mostly Normal, but a bit of Rick stank, like he’s trying] Uh, Taylor! Hey, Taylor, how you doing?

Taylor: Eh...

Normal: Taylor, you know who's gonna—

Austin Powers: I’ve gotten pretty groovy, baby.

Pickle Rick: [mostly Normal] You've got less brain cells than your dad has limbs! Because they all got cut off!

Link: [off mic] Oh, Normal.

Normal: [the gravel of “Rick” is mostly just Normal sounding teary] Isn't that funny— wuh… It's fun!

Normal: [over mic, strained] It's fun, guys! It's funny, you know?

Link: [off mic, reluctant] It's pretty good, yeah.

Normal: [over mic, strained] Link!

Link: [off mic] Yeah.

Normal: [over mic] Link, what's the deal with you and Scary, man?

Link: [off mic] What?

Normal: [over mic, strained] Just stop pretending you don't like her. Just fuck already, and get it over with!

Link: I do... Whoa, I do like her. I mean like you too. I like all of us.

Normal: [over mic, loud, vocal, stressed panting]

Link: Woah, you're okay, man.

Normal: [over mic] Okay, well— eheh! It’s a good— it's a joke, Hermie, we're joking. We're just having fun!

Hermie: Mm…

Normal: [over mic] This is what people do when they like each other. Scary! [fake laugh] Boy, you got so many issues. [exhale right into the mic] You're like a comic book store. You got so many issues up there!

Napoleon: Gosh!

Normal: [over mic] I bet uh, I bet your medicine cabinet at home looks like one of those big jelly bean jars you see at the fair!

Normal: [over mic] How many…! How pills does she pop every day?

Normal: [over mic] Well uh— [pants] Oh God, I'm so sorry. Uh—

Link: [off mic] Normal you did—!

Normal: [over mic, voice cracking] I’m sorry everybody, that was my time.

Link: [off mic] You did great.

Normal: [over mic, strained] Uh, Hermie, I really like you, uh, and Taylor, y’know, you and your dad are going to hit it off, you're going to be great. Ah, Link, I'm sorry, man. You tell Scary you like her in your own way, in your own time.

Link: [off mic, calmly] Oh. I- I like you, Scary.

Normal: [over mic, increasingly stressed] Scary, I don't really mean what I said! I just, uh! That's my time, I got to go, goodbye everybody!

#dungeons and daddies #DnDads #Normal Oak #Normally Ly Oak-Swallows-Garcia #DnDads S2Ep34 #Finding Tori #My Post

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I’m about to analyze the crap out of Lark/Sparrow’s monologue but I transcribed it for myself so it’s under the cut in case anyone wants it. The official one won’t come out on the site for a while, so yeah.

Scam: … I guess it’s going to be one of you Oak Boys

Henry: Not my Beautiful Boys! I’ll do it!

“Lark”: No, I can do it.

Henry: Lark, I’m not gonna let- this is crazy dangerous! I’m not gonna let you do that!

“Lark”: I KNOW it’s crazy dangerous!

So the last time we saw Lark as an audience, he was a kid, now Lark walks toward you with a little bit more of a bowed angle to his spine, bags under his eyes, doesn’t dress himself that well, his hair is kinda messy in a way that is- unfortunately- very attractive to people of his age group

“Lark”: No, I’m gonna do this. If it’s gonna put you in any more danger, it’s gonna be me. Like, the end. So-

Henry: No, Lark, I can’t le- no!

“Lark”: NO?

Henry: Buddy, come on!

“Lark”: NO?

Ron: It was kinda his fault that this whole thing-

Henry: Shut the FUCK up, Ron! GEEZ! Come on!

“Lark”: He’s RIGHT. Ron’s RIGHT, okay? I fucked over everybody, and it’s my fucking fau- maybe it’s your fault for not stopping me, I don’t know, I’m gonna fucking DO it.

And he just starts walking forward

Henry steps in front of him

He hits Henry in the face. Lark turns and he punches Henry in the face. And he goes

“Lark”: This is MY FAULT. ALL of this, is my fault! I have to be the one to FIX it, and you won’t punish me- everything you [stumble] you say, it’s all- it’s all ‘it’s fine,’ ‘it’s fine,’ ‘I forgive you,’ ‘it’s al-’ [stumble] ‘people make mistakes.’ People- PEOPLE DON’T MAKE MISTAKES LIKE THIS, okay!? This is- this is a mistake that I- I’m the only one who can fix it, I have to fix it, and if somebody’s gonna die for it, it’s gonna be me! You stupid fucking idiot!

Henry: No! Lark!

“Lark”: If you had just been better- If you had been!

Henry: I’m not gonna let you do this, Lark!

“Lark”: This is-

Henry grabs Lark and he’s literally trying to hold him back

Lark punches Henry again, in the stomach, and the wind gets knocked out of him

Darryl steps in between the throne and “this, happening,” in case he does get past Henry

As Henry doubles over, Lark says

“Lark”: If you’d been a better father, I wouldn’t be like this! This is- this is my fault, but it’s your fault too, you fucked this up- we fucked this up- I don’t know! This FUCKING needs to happen.

Henry: Lark, I- I’m sorry, man, like, I can’t, I, [sigh], this, it’s okay, okay? It’s alright! You’re a kid! You were an even younger kid when this all happened! This isn’t your fault, okay? And if you’re blaming yourself, I forgive you! Alright!? We’re all in this together, and this is too dangerous, you know? We know what this thing can do, and this- you’re right, it is my fault, it is my fault that we were- that all of this happened, and if anyone is going to get up there, it’s gonna be me! I know that you have all this pain, all these feelings, but I can’t WATCH you get killed, I can’t watch something else horrible happen to you. You HAVE to let me do this, okay?

Lark is looking at Henry for a second, and he’s not moving, and he’s not even emoting at Henry, and it’s very confusing, and for a second, he shimmers.

Behind Darryl, you see that Sparrow was the person who was fighting his dad, and Lark is the one who sneaks around and goes

Lark: Sorry

And he sits down in the throne, and immediately his back arches with pain, and darkness shoots out of his eyes, and he begins to bellow in pain for what actually is a couple seconds, but feels like minutes.

Henry runs up to him, and tries to pull him off the throne

The second Henry touches him, he feels, in order, Love, Confusion, Betrayal, Sadness, and Deep Anger, and the Heaviness of those emotions make you feel like you can’t even move, and Lark can’t even move. Darryl moves to help, to no avail. After a couple seconds, the darkness fades from his eyes, and he gasps, panting

Henry: Lark! Oh my God, are you okay!?

And Lark looks at Henry, with just a lot of fury, in his eyes, a fury that is very familiar to Henry over the past couple of years, of a tiredness, a sadness, and a self-hatred

Lark, still panting: We gott- we just gotta fucking kill it. We gotta kill it. I don’t wanna talk about it, I don’t wanna talk about what I saw. We’re gonna fucking kill it.

Henry: Okay [relieved sigh]

Lark: We’re gonna kill it

Henry: Okay, I love you

In that moment, as Henry says ‘I love you,’ the memories all kind of end, and freeze, and this is as much as the Church of the Doodler remembers in this timeline.

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads spoiler #dungeons and daddies spoiler #dungeons and daddies spoilers #dungeons and daddies

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ok im going to talk about orange county (2002)

ok specifically im going to talk about lance, shaun’s older brother and ultimate failwife of the movie because jesus christ do i love a strung out bitch.

i’ll talk more at length when its not 2am, but i found it super interesting that they make their shitty parents so obvious and front & center about the fact that they definitely more than likely neglected and fucked up their eldest son and then did it again to their youngest. With less success mind you, Shaun seems pretty well rounded if not a little quirky due to his upbringing and general califronia-isms. But Lance on the other hand. Lance….

We’re introduced to him begging his little brother for a piss test for god’s sakes

He mentions his parole officer at multiple points, I wish we got a little background so I had the pleasure of finding out what the hell he went to jail for in the past. Anyway.

Their mom is shown to be an emotionally manipulative alcoholic, with a history of sabotaging any chance of her sons leaving home. Lance gets high later on and starts rambling on about wanting to start a clothing brand or something or other, which I’m sure he actually does, and talks about a different clothing designer that went off to live in hawaii etc etc

he also goes on a weird mini ramble about how much he loves his brother and they dont say it enough “ITS NOT THE DRUGS MAN….” he loves Shaun he LOVES HIS FAMILY HE WANTS TO MAKE THEM PROUD HE WANTS TO BE SUCCESSFUL…

With how their mom treats them and how devastatingly hooked he is on the random shit he takes— that’s obviously not going to happen anytime soon, and Shaun says as much, which does end up hurting Lance’s feelings ( even though he shouldnt have burned the goddamn stanford admissions building down in the first place but i digress ).

Shaun talks idly about wanting to go to college and their mom immediately flies into an entire tizzy, immediately whining about how she’s going back to bed to rot and how she doesn’t want him to leave, I can only imagine how Lance was treated growing up— and although he doesn’t seem terribly bothered about not going to college and frying his brain to death on drugs, I’m sure there is something there…

How can I not be completely enamored with a drugged out sad failure of a man who can’t and won’t bear to face his severely alcoholic mother while also destroying himself on various uppers. While their dad just completely fucks off. Their dad is barely present, Shaun tells him to his face that he doesn’t do anything for them and he just kinda shrugs it off at first- mostly because he assumes Shaun wants to be “nothing but a broke writer” and only cares about money but still. he ends up pulling through after a rekindling fling with their mom but both seem fairly relieved when he ends up not going off to school…which yes ultimately is good for Shaun!!! but still…geez…how supportive…

It just makes me think…it just makes me ponder… what could have lance and shaun’s childhoods been like…i don’t think it’s ever stated how old lance is, but i’m guessing he’s meant to be at least twice shaun’s age or something like that…

shaun obviously loves his brother very much, shown after the …fire, he forgives him and (presumably) drags him back into the car after his fun escape incident…god…younger siblings forced to caretake for their idiot failure older siblings my beloved…shaun cares so much about his fucked up family really its something else.

oh the end…the end my beloathed…my beloved…

I love that he barely even gets to give his mom a hug at the end, she barely even reacts to it he barely even gets the chance to get his hands on her shoulders shes basically ignoring it oh my god goodnight i will edit this post in the morning

#roe.txt

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miss static huffed. "I wouldn't swoop low to harm a child." Her visor flicked to a '>:/' face. She decided stay on gaurd. Even if Professor terror wasn't sent by the menace. He had been somewhat rude interrupting. "Wordgirl and captain huggyface joined me on this show! I didn't even have to nab them! So there!" miss static crossed her arms. As far as she knew professor two brains never bugged her whenever she wasn't snatching guests for her show. So what's this guy's deal? She wondered.

Her sour mood didn't last very long however. Realizing she had not only two superheroes but now a possible third one here! "Geez did I hit a gold mine!? " She mutters. Her thoughts usually given that they were surrounded about things about her show, Amazo guy or just her general interests in super heroes, was limited. Anything past that was a lost signal scattered among the static.

Miss Static couldn't tell the irritated expression behind Professor Terror's expression. He did make it very vocal. "Are you serious right now!" Terror growled. "You literally teleported them away in broad daylight without there permission. That's kidnapping!" Miss Static rolled her eyes. "I didn't kidnap them. Wordgirl seemed interested in it and wanted to know the details." Miss Static retorted. Wordgirl interrupted them. "Technically you wanted Huggy and myself to join and I said that depends on what you plan to do for your show. I wanted to know what would happen in the interview and my confirmation would depend on your response which means my decision would be controlled or determined by your words. But you didn't give a fully detailed response then you just teleported Huggy and I out of the blue without preparing us for it. So Professor Terror is technically right that you did kidnap or take us without our permission first." Wordgirl explained gently. "But its okay it was an accident and you were probably just a little excited. We can start over if you want." Wordgirl tried to reassure the woman. Ignoring the 'are you kidding me!' look from her dad. Neither Wordgirl nor Huggy felt threatened by the woman yet and her outburst while startling hadn't hurt them physically either. She didn't want her dad to "deal" with her like he did with other people "Oh." Miss Static said as she made a small frown, her visor was displaying sad eyes. But immediately she bounced back up to a joyous expression. "Well okay then. Sure we can start over. Just as long as you don't mention him everything we'll be okie dokie." Miss Static spoke. Professor Terror was about to reply before Wordgirl interrupted him. "Sure thing just let me speak to Professor Terror first in private and explain what is going on and prepare him for the interview." The heroine then dragged the man away to a private location.

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #welcometoterrorcity #professor terror #becky boxleitner au #miss static #melodythebunny #answered ask

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imsparky2002 · 11 months

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Ghouls and Monsters - The Werewolf

(WereKim is sitting by himself, gnawing on his favorite chew toy, unaware of the girl approaching him from the shadows. Winlix snarls, her yellow eyes glowing in the darkness, saliva dripping from her mouth.)

Winlix: Fresh meat...

(WereKim looks up, his sharp senses having caught something, but sees nothing, going back to chewing on the squeaky bone. Winlix pounces on him from the shadows... and finds herself not making much impact, due to his massive size. He yelps happily and begins roughhousing with her. )

WereKim: You like pouncing and wrestling too?! It’s may favorite game to play with my brothers and sisters!

Winlix: Aw man! I almost always win. You're a real big werewolf, buddy. Sound familiar, too.

WereKim: (Grins) Thanks! (Flexes his muscles) Yeah, you look a lot like my friend, Alix! Only without the shades and you don’t have snake hair!

Winlix: That's cause I am, dummy. So she's a gorgon?

WereKim: Yep! Which means I finally get to have a staring contest with you!

Winlix: *Groans* You must be Kim. I always said he was like a golden retriever, but this is ridiculous.

WereKim: Yeah, my friends say that a lot too! (He suddenly gains a look like a lovesick puppy) ‘Dine says I’m the goodest boy in the world!

Winlix: Heh! You guys are still as sappily sweet in this place as well, that's cute. She human or a monster?

WereKim: (Yips happily) The prettiest water monster ever! (He pulls out his phone and shows her a picture)

Winlix: Aww. I've met a few goonies (slang term for creatures from lagoons and oceans). They're usually chill. We play reefball together.

WereKim: Yeah, Dine is actually a freshie and a goonie! Her mom is from Loch Ness, but her dads from the Mexican coast!

Winlix: Ooohh... where I'm from, they've got pretty rocky relationships. Do her and her folks have to deal with family drama?

(WereKim nods unfortunately)

WereKim: Yeah…her folks are great, but…the rest of her family causes a lot of trouble, criticizing her and just being really mean. Her dads parents don’t even like that she’s dating me, because I’m not one of them. They call me ‘the mutt’ and stuff like that.

Winlix: *Growling* Bastards... sorry you gotta deal with that, man.

WereKim: It’s what it is, I guess. Stuff like that sucks, but it happens.

(WereKim can hear her voice break a little as she asks the next question.)

Winlix: Do you have your real parents around in your universe?

WereKim: Yeah, I’ve got my dads, my mom, and all my siblings! (He tilts his head, gaining a sad look) Did something happen to yours?

Winlix: (Looks sad) Hunters shot 'em down with silver bullets. My brother, too. A good thing that there were some humans trying to protect us, otherwise I'd hate them all.

WereKim: Ah geez, I’m real sorry. I can’t imagine losing my folks. And yeah…some humans can take things too far... (Rubs the side of his ribs, where the scar on his back ends)

Winlix: That's for sure. It's ok, though. I was only like 8 or whatever. It hurts, but I always had my sisters by my side. Ok, we're not related, but they're still like my siblings to me. We've been together since we were babies. We were all raised by a group of witches, along with everyone's parents.

WereKim: Wow, that’s cool! Must be cool to have moms who know magic! My friends are kinda like my family too, we all look out for each other.

Winlix: Sweet! Here’s a picture of my group. Obviously you can’t see Jules. (She shows a photo of the 6 Ghoul Squad girls with the Witches of Wisdom.)

Winlix: Marinette’s a witch, but she lives with her parents.

WereKim: Yeah, our Juleka doesn’t show up in pics either, neither does Luka. (Shows a picture of all his friends together) These are all my buds!

Winlix: Aw sweet! Woah! So that’s what Alya would look like without bandages… or without decaying skin. And Rose’s a skeleton! Mylene isn’t glowing, and I don’t got fur! And Marinette! She’s a doll. This is freaky, but I like it!

WereKim: Yeah, you guys should all come around and meet the rest of our friends! It could be fun!

Winlix: Sounds like a howling good time! (They both howl in unison.)

Here’s the second crossover, and Weeby and I had so much fun writing our favorite werewolves! Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#alix kubdel #alix #le chien kim #kim #werewolf #ghoul squad au #ghoul squad #monstrous au #monstrous #school for monster #monster #monster au #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

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Red White and Royal Blue Notes Day 5

WARNING- Spoilers for the movie and the book up to chapter 11

kay the two of them quoting historical love letters to each other is absolutely adorable! If someone did that for me I think I’d cry of happiness.

Henry telling Alex part of his life story in the form of a fairytale is really interesting. It allows Henry to have a sort of distance from the tragedy of his father’s death and the aftermath. The last paragraph is particularly good, and a really creative way for Henry to express his love for Alex

Alright the two are in the same country again, and normally that means a spicy scene, but I don’t actually think there will be one this time.

Oh God! I did NOT need to know that information about LBJ

Okay so with the President, Zahra and now Oscar the total of people who know about Alex and Henry is 10- we are now in the doubled digits, and based on the fact that at least two of those people put together on their own, I’m honestly shocked that more people don’t know. Alex is definitely not a subtle as he things he is.

“I-I don’t know I thought you might need to have, like a Catholic moment about this or something?” Why is this similar to what I though when I came out to my parents. They were way more chill about it than I thought. They were just kinda like okay and moved on.

“Have a little more faith in your old man that that eh A little appreciation for the patron saint of gender-neutral bathrooms in California? Little Sh*t.” (255) That was really funny, and also almost word for word in the movie!

I like that Alex tells his dad that his mom made a PowerPoint about the situation and his dad’s like- yea that sounds like your mom.

“Sometimes you just have to jump and hope it’s not a cliff.” (256). If I recall correctly this was in the movie to, I really like this quote.

Alright so the sex was more implied that an actual scene, so I was right there was no spicy scene. If Henry gets back to England before an spicy scene I’m going to give myself a point.

I thinks it’s funny that out of, petulant, short and not pleasant before until after 10 am, Alex takes the most umbridge with being called short.

Dose making out in the kitchen count as a spicy scene? Okay new rule- it doesn't count as spicy scene unless 1. It’s an actual scene so for example if two people wake up next to each other the next morning in their birthday suits that doesn't count. 2. one or more people become pantsless for purposes of adult activities, it can fade to black before the act it’s self but not before one or more of the parties are sans pants, or their is some other strong indicator that the act is going to happen.

Okay well now I’m having another dos it count moment, per the rules someone has to be sans pants for the purpose of adult activities and seems like Henry is pantless but he did to jump into the lake? Like I’m really confused? I mean I think it was getting there but they didn’t? I think If I’m confused as to wether or not the criteria it doesn't. Like it seems like the scene was headed in that direction but just never got there. So I’m going to go with no, no, it wasn’t

I have another prediction point.I am now at 6.

I knew that Henry was going to start ignoring Alex bc I’ve watched the movie but it’s still making me sad

Alex finding that note- ugh my heart.

You’re at work, don’t cry, don’t cry don cry!

Okay so Zahra has to at least ship it a little bit, because she only nearly refuses to secure a car for Alex in England.

Did Alex leave a note telling anyone where he went? Well I guess Zahra knows were he is

“My birthright is a country, not happiness.” That made me really sad, poor Henry, I just want to give him a hug and tell him everything will be okay.

Ugh Henry is crying, I can’t take it!

Ok geez that spicy scene came out of nowhere!

I love that Henry references Darcy. I think a lot of men are afraid to reference Pride and Prejudice or even read it because they think it’s a girly romance novel, but Henry doesn't care. I think it just goes to show how much Henry can be himself around Alex, and of course he’s read Pride And Prejudice because Jane Austen.

Henry is absolutely correct. Who in their right mind eats plain toast? At least put some butter on it! Like I’m sorry but eating plain toast unless you have a stomach bug is an affront to, bread, breakfast, and humanity.

“If there’s any legacy for me on this bloody earth, I want it to be true.” (280)

I love that June has texted Alex 46 times, and Nora’s just chill about the thing. Like everyone else is freaking the f*ck out and Nora’s like eh whatever, have you seen my shoes?

Also “I’m going to punch you in the face when you get back, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” and “I swear to God if you do something stupid and get yourself caught, I’m gonna kill you myself.” (281) while also wanting to know how it went is just peak big sister energy.

“I know it’ll be messy. But if we can get ahead of the narrative, wait for the right time and do it on our own terms I think it should be okay?” (283) Uhg, knowing what’s coming hurts.

I would love for someone to take me to a museum when there was no one else there, except for the curators so I could ask them loads of questions. I could look at all the things (art or history, or both) for as long as I wanted, I could read all the information without any pressure or anyone in the way. It would be a dream for me.

I too could spend hours in an archive.

#red white and royal blue #books and reading #book thoughts

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memento mori

Ch.4: Poison Ivy

I throw open the front door of Dad’s house and yell for him. My voice is frantic and I know it’ll scare the shit out of him, but I’ve searched all over town and Bella is nowhere. I finally find him in the backyard working on the garden I abandoned when I left for college.

“Dad! Where’s Bella? I can’t find her anywhere and it’s kind of important. I need to find her now.”

Dad jumps and puts a hand over his heart. “Geez, kid. You scared the hell outta me.”

“Sorry, I just… I need to find Bella is all.”

“Oh, she’s with Alice Cullen.”

“Wait, Cullen?” I won’t think about that implication right now. I won’t think about how there’s always been a Cullen in The Society and how the current one is one of my favorite guys to partner up with. Nope. That’s a problem for later.

“Yeah. She’s one of the kids Dr. Cullen adopted. Do you know them somehow already? You seem shocked.” Charlie’s brows furrow together. “Rosie, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine.” I answer too quickly and Charlie doesn’t look convinced at all. “Really, I’m fine. I just… have a graduation present for her that I want to give her before graduation… because I want her to have it… because of all the parties…”

Charlie puts a hand on his hip. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Condoms,” I blurt out, confident in my lie. “I bought her condoms because she has a boyfriend and she’s a teenager and-”

He waves his hand and heads back to the house. “Don’t wanna hear it! But, uh, maybe you should get them to her, uh, sooner rather than later.”

“That’s the plan!” I shoot him some finger guns, feeling relief wash over me. “Where do the Cullens’ live?”

He points left. “That way, edge of town, can’t miss it.”

“Cool. Thanks, Dad.”

“No problem.” He’s clearly deliberating asking me something, but before I can ask him what it is, he continues on. “Rosie, you didn’t just… have those… did you?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Ew, Dad, what kind of girl do you think I am? I got ‘em from CVS like a normal person. Fresh and unopened like my-”

“Okay! Bye!” Dad disappears inside the house and I laugh to myself.

I’m not necessarily proud of making up such a shitty, uncomfortable lie, but it did give me a glimpse of what a normal life would be. It leaves a sad ache in my stomach. Things could’ve been so different. I could’ve been better. I could’ve done better.

But there is no time for those thoughts.

Gotta save my sister from her own stupidity.

Do they even know what’s coming for them? Have they figured it out? Am I the one who’s late to the party? It wouldn’t be the first time I jumped head first into a job and ended up being the last to know anything. I really doubt this’ll be the last time either. I think impulsivity is a curse from my mom, but she’d probably disagree. I love her, but I didn’t want to waste my childhood raising her. That’s why I chose to stay primarily with Dad.

I’m so lost in thought as I climb in my car that I almost miss the poison ivy sitting on my windshield.

Mother fucker.

He was here?

God, I really am losing my edge being back home.

I make quick work of the drive to the Cullen household. The driveway is a bitch and a half to find, taking me more than two drive bys to actually find. Their house is buried deep in the forest, the road leading to the house long and winding. I spot Bella’s truck parked out front instantly.

My training says to barge in and start demanding total cooperation from them, but I can hear Dad in the back of my head telling me I need to be polite to people. But the Cullens’ aren’t people, are they?

I’ve got my fist hovering in front of the door when it swings open and a tall, blond man greets me with a kind smile.

“Roseanna, please, come in. I’m Carlisle Cullen.” He steps to the side and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, inviting me into his home. “Welcome to our home.”

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and it feels like every cell in my body is suddenly on fire. I don’t like this. I don’t like stepping into a house full of vampires without more than just a knife strapped to the inside of my thigh. I don’t like knowing that my sister is inside, sitting with them, acting like they’re people instead of the supernatural monsters they are. Above all else, I don’t like the fact I’m having to ignore my instincts and play nice with vampires. I loathe it in fact.

Carlisle Cullen might be nice, but because of him, because of his family, innocent people have been hurt. Not only Bella, but all those poor kids in Seattle that have been turned in order to come hunt Bella down. So many innocent lives. And for what?

I catch myself staring stoically at Carlisle and blink a couple times before clearing my throat and stepping inside. “Sorry, I zoned out for a second.”

“Does that happen often? I have some experience with Agents from The Society and I’ve found their medical history to be singular amongst humans-”

“I’m not human.” Not fully.

Carlisle gives me a pitiful smile as he guides me to the living room. “Yes, of course.”

“Maybe she prefers the term witch, Carlisle.” Edward is sitting on the couch with Bella, half hiding her from me.

Jesus, what an absolute dick.

“Edwina,” I say nodding at him. “Lovely to see you again.”

I’m not completely socially unaware. I know they’re just as tense as I am, but what I don’t know is why. Yes, I’m in league with The Society. Yes, I could kill all of them without breaking a sweat. (Or at least most of them. The big one standing by the fireplace and the other blond man by the stairs might pose an issue). I’m a threat, but they’re the bigger threat. They’re the ones who’ve endangered my sister and now have an army coming for them. Why are they worried about me more than that?

Beside me, Carlisle sighs. “Forgive Edward. We’ve all been a little on edge recently.”

“Because of Seattle? How much do you know?” And does it match what I know?

“We know there have been several killings that the humans have attributed to a serial killer. In reality, it’s newborns. An army of them.”

“Do you know what they want?” My gaze drifts over to Bella. She’s staring at me with a look of frustration, the space between her brows creasing from the intensity of her frown.

Carlisle nods. “We have reason to believe they’re being sent after Bella.”

“What are the reasons?”

“Why do you care?” A petite girl with a pixie cut pipes up from where she stands behind the couch. “This isn’t the first time Bella’s been in trouble. You didn’t show up in Phoenix or Italy. Why now?”

Burning anger flares in my chest and I can feel my blood boiling. “What? What the fuck do you mean why now?” My head snaps back over to Carlisle. “This isn’t the first time something like this has happened?”

“Why do you care now,” the small girl repeats.

“You,” I point a finger at her, “don’t get to ask the questions here. None of you do. It’s best if you act like good little girls and boys and follow your leader.”

That’s how these things go whether they like it or not. I ask the questions, I get the answers, I dispense justice as The Society sees fit. I don’t answer they’re stupid little questions. I don’t play their games. They play by my rules and that’s that.

Almost as if by magic, the Cullen family settles into a sense of calm. I feel none of that calm, but I appreciate whatever has helped take the edge off. I might not like them, but I don’t necessarily want to fight. They haven’t broken any laws except for one. Arguably the biggest one.

Carlisle brings a chair from the kitchen and offers it to me. “Alice is protective of Bella. We all are. Please, have a seat and we’ll answer all your questions. Though, we do have a few of our own if you wouldn’t mind.”

I do mind. I mind quite a lot actually. But as long as the rest of them keep quiet I think I can manage a civil conversation with Carlisle.

Bella chews on her bottom lip, tapping her foot against the floor. She’s dying to speak.

“Go ahead,” I tell her. “Spit it out.”

“What’s The Society?”

“The organization I work for. I’m an Agent there.”

The blond boy by the stairs smirks and steps towards me with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s handsome in a rough, “I could kill you and you’d thank me for it” sort of way. Scars are littered across his skin, catching in the light of the living room as he approaches me. I tilt my head to the side while taking him in.

Handsome.

But not my type.

Felix’s face appears in my mind’s eye and I stamp down a blush.

“You work for The Society?” The blond boy looks me over. “Back in my day they only took the strongest men they could find.”

“That was a long time ago,” I say. “They started recruiting women when they found we could handle the blood magic better. Turns out, the Norse had it right after all. Magic is the woman’s realm.”

Bella sighs. “Okay, but what is The Society.”

“Vampire hunters,” the blond boy says without looking away from me.

I roll my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself…”

“Jasper Whitlock.” He pauses before tilting his head and saying, “ma’am.”

I hum thoughtfully. “Jasper Whitlock? I’ve seen your file. You have quite the history, don’t you.”

“I try to keep it under wraps these days.”

“Then I guess you’ll be happy to know The Society isn’t keeping tabs on you anymore, Jasper.”

And he does look happy when I tell him. Surprised, sure, but also happy. I get the sense he’s looking for redemption of some sort, and with his history, it makes sense. He must still be trying to prove himself worthy.

I look back at my sister. “I’m not a vampire hunter. The Society takes care of all supernatural creatures. Vampires just happen to make the most noise.”

“Or you watch vampires more closely,” Jasper butts in.

“Well maybe vampires should stop blabbing to humans and drawing attention to themselves.”

“Wait,” Bella says. “Isn’t that what the Volturi are for?”

“The Volturi can be inefficient at times. Also, how do you know about the Volturi?” I think back to Felix’s words from earlier. About how Bella being my sister complicates things. “Okay, I’m going to list off the things I know and the rest of you will fill me in. One, there’s a newborn army in Seattle that has my sister’s scent and is coming for her. Two, the little one mentioned you being in trouble in Italy. Three, the Volturi live in Italy.”

Four, the Volturi are in Seattle.

But I keep that one to myself.

It’s a surprise item that can be used later.

Carlisle sits on the piano bench, taking the hand of a very pretty woman with caramel colored hair. “We believe the newborns were created by a woman named Victoria. During Bella’s first few months here in Forks, she attracted the attention of a tracker named James, and we ended up having to kill him to keep her safe. What we didn’t know at the time was that Victoria was his mate. She swore revenge and this is that revenge.”

I feel my head spin as I slowly piece different stories from the last few months together. “So, when Mom and Dad told me you fell through a window in Phoenix… that was this James and Victoria?”

Bella nods. “Yeah… question for a question?”

I think about it for a second. “Yeah. Okay. What do you wanna know?”

“Where have you been?”

“Charleston mostly, but The Society sends me all over the world. Wherever I’m needed. Why were you in Italy?”

The silence stretches from seconds into minutes. No one answers me, so I take that as an answer in and of itself. “The Volturi found out about you, didn’t they?”

Jasper answers me in a gravelly voice. “They did.”

“They expect her to undergo the change.”

“They do.”

The Society will expect the same if I tell them about Bella. I could lie after all. I could tell them about Victoria’s grudge against the Cullen family and conveniently leave out my baby sister’s involvement.

Bella looks me up and down. “You mentioned… blood magic? What… what are you?”

“I’m…” Hmm, that’s a good question. I sigh and scratch my head. “I don’t fully know, to be honest. I’m human but I’m not fully human. When The Society chooses you they strip you of everything that makes you, well, you. They call it the Rebuilding.”

“What’s happens when they’re rebuilding you?”

It’s my turn to ask questions, but whatever. “We die. They bring us back with blood magic and infuse us with said magic. It protects us from all manner of supernatural abilities and puts us physically on par with the monsters we’re meant to hunt.”

Bella shakes her head. “None of the Cullens’ are monsters! They’re good people!”

I meet Edward’s thunderous expression with one of my own. “That’s subjective.”

“But it’s not!” Bella springs up from the couch, shocking almost everyone in the room, like they’ve never seen her this passionate before. Like they’ve never seen one of her tantrums that used to have me hiding in my room. “They’re not monsters!”

I must’ve stumbled on a touchy subject. “Of course you think that. Stockholm syndrome is a funny thing.”

“God, what is it with all of you treating me like I’m a child?!”

“You are a child, Bella.”

“Am I? Funny how I’m a child now when it’s convenient for your argument, but I wasn’t a child when you ditched me and mom.”

I scoff. “I ditched you and mom? You’re the one who threw a fit every single time we went to see dad and made him start coming to us. How do you think it made him feel that Forks was never good enough for you until it was convenient for you to come back? Mom has her new caretaker now, right? She doesn’t need you anymore. She doesn’t need either of us. You’re just like her. Flighty and demanding as fuck.”

“You’re such a bitch! I wish you never came back!” She stomps up the stairs, Edward and the petite girl going after her.

I excuse myself and step on the porch. My phone buzzes immediately.

Having fun, darling?

I stab at the phone with my pointer finger over and over until the message disappears. I really don't know how Felix managed to get my phone number, but I don't have time to take care of it right now. I'll handle it when I go back to Seattle tonight. Preferably by breaking off each and every one of his fingers.

"Roseanna?" Jasper approaches me carefully, but I can see the curiosity in his golden eyes. None of the Cullens scare me, but there's something wild in Jasper that I recognize. "I'm sure Bella didn't mean what she said. It was just shock."

"Was it though?"

He gives me a wry grin. "Mostly."

"Oh, well in that case I guess I should go back in there and play happy family with all of you, huh?" I laugh in disbelief. "No, Jasper. She meant what she said and I meant what I said. We're on opposite sides here, but she's lost her mind if she thinks I'll sit back and watch her destroy herself."

"So what will you do?"

"First we get rid of the newborns. After that... I'll play it by ear after that."

He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head to the side. "The Society won't be happy when you tell them about Bella. They might even consider you compromised."

"Who says I'll tell them anything about Bella?"

"You can hide your thoughts from Edward, you can keep your future from Alice, but The Society will see all of it. You know that."

I sigh. "One problem at a time, okay? I've got the newborns to deal with, Bella's suicide mission, and-" I cut myself off abruptly. Something tells me not to mention Felix to any of the Cullens.

"And?"

"And a massive fucking migraine."

Jasper doesn't believe me. It's obvious. Luckily for me, I don't care if he believes me or not. I push off the porch railing and walk closer to him. He's shorter than Felix and not as muscular, but power still rolls off him in waves.

"Your girlfriend is watching," I say, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Do they ever leave you alone?"

His mouth doesn't move, but I don't need to hear the answer to know I'm right.

"It's sad," I tell him.

"It's for the best. Otherwise you wouldn't be walking away from this conversation alive."

"Do I smell that good?"

He looks down at me, eyes going black. "Yes."

My phone goes off in my back pocket and Jasper's eyes flicker down, following the sound.

"Does he ever leave you alone?"

I scoff. "If he ever did I'd be worried he's dead."

"Can't have that, can we?"

"No," I say with a smile. "Especially because I'm the only one allowed to kill him."

Jasper is about to smile back when his head snaps to the left. He stares off into the woods. “Do you feel that?”

“There’s someone there.” I know it’s Felix, but I won’t tell Jasper that. “Probably a scout sent by Victoria. I’ll handle it.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No,” I tell him quickly. “The rest of you should stay here with Bella in case there are more hiding. Strength in numbers.”

Jasper doesn’t like my answer, but heads back in the house. I take off and jog into the woods. Felix is everywhere, but nowhere. I can’t pinpoint him but I can taste his anger in the air. I feel like he’s chasing me as I run deeper into the woods, corralling me to a specific spot. Fear spikes in my chest. I’m not used to feeling like prey. I feel helpless. Mindless.

I should have never came back.

The thought echoes around and around in my head while I run. My breathing comes in ragged short pants that only bounce off the trees around me. I still can’t see him anymore but I know he’s there. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight in fear, rain pelting down and soaking me to the core. He’s still there. Still hunting.

I should have stayed in Charleston and ignored Dad’s plea to come back to Forks. The hell with The Society and their missions too. Maybe then I wouldn’t be running for my life through a once familiar but now forgotten forest, death hot on my heels.

“Fuck,” I scream. My clumsy feet finally stumble over a tree root and I topple to the ground, my knees scraped and bleeding from impact. My blood turns cold as I realize I won’t be getting up any time soon. My ankle snapped during the fall.

Fuck.

No.

Get up, get up, get up.

But it’s useless.

His eyes, those terrifying red eyes, peer at me in amusement when he takes in my splayed body on the ground. My chest heaves with each laborious breath. He smiles. Reaches out a hand. I scoot backwards, palms bruised and cracked against the rough forest floor. I watch his smile grow ever larger, more predatory.

“Hello, darling.”

“Asshole,” I mutter to myself.

“You didn’t answer my text.”

“I was busy.”

Something I can’t quite name flashes in Felix’s eyes. “Would you have let him touch you if he wanted to?”

He’s talking about Jasper, I know he is.

He saw us.

“Did you follow me from Seattle?” I peer up at him, blinking to keep the rain out of my eyes.

Felix kneels down beside me and takes my hands in his own, pointedly ignoring me. His fingers brush over my scraped palms. Blood smears over my skin as well as his.

“You should be more careful,” he tells me as he stands. “I don’t like to share what’s mine.”

“What’s yours?”

“You. My prey. My plaything. Stay away from him or else I’ll make you.”

Before I can answer, he’s gone and I’m forced to get up on my own and limp back to the house. At least it will lend credence to my newborn story if I’m injured. There’s no possible way for them to figure out what actually happened.

As the house gets closer, Jasper comes out to meet me. He offers his arm, but I reject it, Felix’s words echoing around in my head. I don’t like the Cullen family. It’s hard to like something I’m genetically modified to hate. But I’ll be damned if anything happens to them because I’ve got a psycho stalker.

“Well?” Jasper prompts me.

“It’s taken care of.”

“Good.”

I’m suddenly bone tired, all my fight and fire draining out of me with a heavy sigh. Rain continues to drench me while I stand in the driveway. “I’m done for the day, I think. I need to rest and give my ankle a few hours to heal.”

Jasper nods. “Agents heal quickly, right?”

“Yeah. Freaky quick. Call it a consolation prize for all the other shit we have to deal with.” I give a halfhearted smile. “I know Bella’s still pissed at me, so make sure she gets home safe.”

“Always do.” He shoves a hand in his pocket before hesitating, a grimace marring his features. After another second of debate he pulls his hand out of his pocket and shoves a piece of paper in my hand. “My number. We’re working with the Quileute shifters in La Push to take on the newborns and we need all the bodies we can get. Having you would come in handy.”

“Careful, Whitlock. That almost sounds like a compliment.” I add his number to my phone quickly, knowing I’ll pass out from pure emotional exhaustion the second I get to my hotel room. “I’ll get in touch tomorrow to talk strategy.”

“Don’t die before the fight.”

I chuckle, turning and walking to my car. “No promises.”

My drive to Seattle passes in a blur. I know I go through more than a few red lights on my way back, but I can’t find it in me to care. All I can think about is the bottle of red wine in the mini bar of my room and the bathtub.

No sooner than I’m settled in bed wrapped up in a fluffy complimentary robe do I feel him. He’s just on the other side of the door. I know he’ll have no problem breaking the lock, but my wards will hold and keep him out. In the mean time I should probably text Jasper to find out more about the shifters he mentioned. The Society doesn’t have anything on the Quileute. I would’ve noticed if they did.

Seconds later, just as predicted, Felix swings the door open. There’s a look of triumph on his face when he sees me on the bed. As if he’s proud of me for being alone.

I take a deep breath.

"I don't have time for you right now."

Felix isn't the slightest bit deterred by my anger. He actually seems amused by it. The corners of his lips curl in a vicious grin as he steps over the threshold of my hotel room. He looks down at his feet, back up at me, and his smile grows.

"It appears your wards failed, darling. I think we both know what that means."

No. He's wrong. My wards don't fail. They never fail. The only way they wouldn't work would be if I didn't actually want to keep him out...

"You're attracted to me," Felix states simply. "Just admit it and the rest of this will be much simpler."

"You're insane." I hate how shaky I sound, so I clear my throat. "You're the last thing I would be attracted to."

"Hmm, you're lying to me, Roseanna. I don't like being lied to."

I grip my phone, Jasper's name and an empty text still pulled up on the screen. If I move my finger just a little-

"Don't," Felix commands. "I allowed you to take his number, but you'll never get to use it. I could've ripped his head off when he touched you, but I didn't."

"Why?"

"To teach you a lesson, my poison ivy. You're mine and mine alone. Any other man who touches, speaks to you, looks at you will do so only because I allow it. Remember that."

He's been slowly stalking toward me the entire time, cornering me just like the first time we met. I shiver when he reaches out and brushes the hair away from my neck. His touch sends shockwaves through my body.

"You want me, Roseanna. I can smell it on you. You're dripping wet and it's all for a monster. I'm starting to think the fear and the hate turns you on more than anything else."

He's... right. Fuck, he's right.

I let him wrap his arms around me and pull me into his body. He's a solid wall of muscle that could kill me in the blink of an eye, but I enjoy the feel of him against me.

Felix presses his lips to my throat in a soft kiss. "I'm going to keep my promise from earlier. I won't fuck you until you're on your knees begging for it."

"That'll never happen." I can't speak louder than a whisper.

I feel him smile against my skin. "Another lie. I should bend you over my knee for that."

I'm in trouble.

#felix volturi #felix volturi imagine #felix volturi x oc #volturi fanfiction

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mermaid--bride · 9 months

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Diabolik Lovers || Dark Waters - Kazemi Ecstasy Route [Ecstasy 04]

--Scene starts in the forest

Kazemi: ... Weird...

Kou: Hm?

Kazemi: This place feels familiar...

Kou: Really? Have you been here before?

Kazemi: I’m not sure...

(This scent... What is this?)

(It seems to be coming from ahead...)

--Scene fades to outside Kazemi’s childhood home

Kazemi: ...!

(No way... How did we end up here!?)

Kou: Kujira-chan?

Kazemi: Kou-kun... This... That is...

Kou: Hm? What is that? I can’t understand a word you say right now.

Kazemi: (... Mama...)

--Kazemi runs

Kou: Oi! Kujira-chan!

--Kou runs after her; Scene fades to Kazemi’s home’s living room

Kazemi: ... ...

(Destroyed... The whole place...)

(Mama... She’s not here anymore... Where is she...?)

--Kou walks in

Kou: Geez, this place looks terrible!

Oi, Kujira-chan! Why would you run in like that? What’s wrong with you?

Kazemi: Sorry... This is... my family’s house...

... or what’s left of it...

Kou: Eeeh? Here? Really?

Kazemi: Yeah... They built it themselves... We used to live hidden here... so that man wouldn’t find them...

Kou: That man... You mean Karlheinz, don’t you? Why would you have to hide from him?

Kazemi: ... Mom was an experiment... A mermaid held captive in his lab...

My dad... he used to serve in Karlheinz’s castle... He fell in love with her as soon as they met...

He couldn’t bare seeing all the scars in her body from everything that man put her through... So he ran away with her...They fled to the human world and decided to live in this forest...

Of course my dad knew they could end up being found... but when mom got pregnant they knew they wouldn’t be able to keep changing places like they used to...

Kou: ... I see... So I’m guessing they got found, huh... Honestly, it’s such a stupid thing. Thinking he could just steal from that man and live freely like that. Doesn’t sound very smart at all, you know?

Kazemi: ... ...

(I wonder... If that man had anything to do with the sudden attack of those villagers...)

Kou: ... Now now, Kujira-chan. Why would you make such a horrible face?

Kazemi: Eh...?

Kou: You look sad... In fact you always seem pretty emotional considering you’re not a human. Could that be a mermaid thing?

Kazemi: ... Come on now... I’m sure you feel sad sometimes as well.

Kou: Not really. Since I’m a vampire, that sort of thing makes no sense to me.

Kazemi: That’s... pathetic...

Kou: Hah?

Kazemi: You vampires are always so proud of not feeling emotions and not caring about anything or anyone... It’s pathetic. I couldn’t live through eternity like that. It’s no wonder your kind loves death so much.

Kou: ... Haah there you go again... You’re always making me snap... I’m getting tired of this...

Kazemi: Then leave. Go back to your brothers.

Kou: I would prefer tormenting you and watching that pretty face of yours distorting into something so ugly no one could recognize you.

Kazemi: I told you not to call me pretty!!

Kou: Or what? Hah!? Even if I don’t say it your appearance won’t change! Why does it matter then?

Kazemi: BECAUSE I’M TIRED OF BEING TREATED BASED ON HOW I LOOK!!

Kou: ... ...

Kazemi: ... ...

Kou: ... ... Well... then it seems this world isn’t for you, is it? Because that is just how the world works.

Kazemi: ... ... ...

--Kazemi walks away

Kou: ... ... Tch...

--End of Ecstasy 4

#Kazemi #kazemi mizuhana #diabolik lovers #dark waters #route #ecstasy #ecstasy 4 #oc #dl #fanfic

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hawksmybirdie7 · 1 year

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Keigo wanted to spend Christmas with Enji but he didnt want to intrude. It's time to be with family and he not part of the family.

They don't know about our relationship yet Enji did say he was going to tell them. Keigo isn't sure when but he knows Enji going to do it.

Keigo sighs looking down everyone looks so happy and here he is miserable.

"I wish I was off I could do something fun." Keigo mumbles he takes his cell out scroll through social media Everyone says happy holidays or posting pictures of themselves with family Hawks sighs again texts Rumi.

Hawks knows she is on patrol maybe they can meet up for dinner.

When Rumi texts him back. "Sorry babe Im meeting up with my mom you can join us!" Hawks says no enjoy your time together. "Well looks like it's just me." Keigo wraps his arms around himself watches the street.

🔥

Endeavor got up from his desk and shut his laptop Shoto called him and said everything was almost done are you on your way home? Enji was grateful for his relationship with his kids and ex wife going well. Not completely fixed but it's working.

Enji calls Keigo he doesn't want wing hero to be alone.

"Keigo?" Wing man answers with sorry the wind was strong.

"Enji! Hi didn't think you would call me." Enji frowns why wouldn't he call him and Hawks sounds sad.

"Are you flying?" Keigo tilts his head lands on roof," I was why? Something wrong?" Enji knew he shouldn't do this but he wants Keigo to be with him today not alone.

"Meet me at my office we need to go over something."

"Ok be there in a couple minutes!" Keigo ends the call and flies over.

"He is not going to be happy with me."

🔥🐥

Enji takes Keigo to his house bird hero wonder why they couldn't stay at the office.

"Rei and Fyumi made dinner wants us to be here to enjoy it." Keigo doesn't want to intrude Fyumi comes to greet them she smiles that them.

"Hi Dad happy you made it! Oh Hawks san so happy you're here please come in." Keigo walks in and takes his boots off he follows Endeavor.

"Enji good to see you." Enji gave his ex wife small smile nods at her she looks at Hawks san," hello Hawks so nice of you to join us here have biscuit." Keigo takes one bites into it almost moans its sooo good!

"yum this is delicious Rei San I can eat the whole basket!" Enji rolls his takes the basket from him Keigo pouts Rei hides her laugh.

"Let's sit at the table Keigo behave yourself." Keigo grins follows Enji the pro heroes walk over to the table Rei watches them she wants to say something but not now.

"Mom are you ok?" She smiles nods," yes honey I'm good just watching your father and Hawks. How long have they been together?" Fyumi tries to remember what she knew for while now it's funny that they think we don't know!

Shoto walks in with Bakugou the two been dating over year now. Fyumi gave her brother boyfriend bright smile.

"Hi Katsuki good to see you it's been awhile."

"Hey Fyumi and Rei nice to see you two thanks for inviting me." Rei gave the teen hug.

"Let's go eat."

🔥🐥

Everyone sat down and ate Keigo nervous calm down but he was still on edge he not use to these family dinners everyone was in good spirits.

Natsuo and Touya behaved they didn't make comments about Hawks being there and Fyumi sweetheart she kept asking me if I want more I declined. After dinner we went in the living room.

"Enji aren't we supposed to work on. Enji cut him off pulled Hawks onto the couch next to him," No we are not working Keigo I brought you here to relax and enjoy Christmas. The commission isn't in charge of you anymore." Keigo sat up look at Enji he wanted to cry.

"You want me here?" Enji nods he really hates seeing Keigo like this he wants to change that.

"Yes I do now relax and enjoy yourself." Keigo smiles and buries himself next to Enji Bodies press against each other. Keigo felt so good he holds Enji tight.

"Geez dad couldn't wait until you're alone." Touya drops himself on other couch Enji looks at his oldest son he raise eyebrow.

"Touya we're not doing anything don't be so loud Keigo asleep." Bakugou sits next to Touya who begins to tease the blonde.

"Ok everyone let's watch some movies then open presents oh is Hawks asleep?" Enji nods runs his fingers through thick hair Fyumi takes picture.

"Let him sleep poor dear looks like he hasn't slept now let's watch some Christmas movie." Enji thankful Rei step in she good at distracting the kids.

Enji not big fan of Christmas movies Keigo woke up middle of the movie he looks around confused then realized where he at.

"Sorry I fell asleep." Enji pulls him close," don't worry about you can go back to sleep we're just watching movies going to open presents Keigo hums close his eyes.

"Thank you for inviting me Enji." Endeavor hugs Keigo close whisper in his ear," Anytime Keigo." That brings a smile to Keigo's face He is so happy to have Enji and his family who welcome him with open arms.

~~Fin~~

#endeavor #endhawks #mha hawks #todoroki family #bnha hawks

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sadrockandwaltzes · 10 months

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twttin movie comments/review

I present the movie That Was Then This Is Now, this time with commentary.

THEY MADE BRYON BLOND!!! HE LOOKS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURED MARK IN THE BOOK!! HOW ARE THEY GOING TO COMPARE MARK TO A LION EVERY FIVE SECONDS WHEN HE'S NOT BLOND?? I also imagined Bryon being shorter, but whatever 😅

XD not Bryon being too embarrassed to put on a seatbelt *looks away from Mark's judgement "just slow down, alright?"

Did Mark and Bryon have a friend named Terry? I know there was a Charlie and past that I can't think of any friends at all

Something seriously funny about Mark wearing a modified letterman jacket. Does he even play sports?

"Oh you shouldn't have. You're spending all your money on me" *stolen rose from literally the other room

Sleeps naked??

Cathy doesn't look how I imagined her.. actually I think she didn't even look how I imagined her in the book😅I imagine her with straight light brown or strawberry blond hair and M&M with dark brown/black, and one of them was wrong. I really hope M&M isn't blond... he's gonna look like that token kid from the baseball movie

Boy wastes no time flirting

Terry's good! Geez! *Was it a thing for cars to have 3 seats in the front? Or maybe it's a van?

NOOOOOOO HE'S BLOND!!!!! HE HAS A PAGE BOY HAIRCUT : ((((((( WHAT DID THEY DOOOOO HE DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE A BASEBALL KID, HE LOOKS LIKE AN ARCADE PUNK!!! WHERE'S HIS SAD DOG EYES AND LONG HAIR?? And he looks kinda bored/annoyed

Bryon really just spit in his bag of m&Ms -_- what's wrong with you

NO don't you dare jump my boy m&m!! He's like 12!

That's Curly???

"You're taking M&M's sister? I thought you were going with me and the boys : ( "-Mark to Bryon

Charlie's really too good that he would let Bryon borrow his CAR 😧

That's a snazzy stolen shirt. Wonder where he got it from🤔

The dad has fused with the chair

M&M's name is HOWARD?? XD what do you mean you can't tell him and Cathy apart?? He has short straight blond hair and she has long wavy dark hair. Huh??? *Like in the book I had to change one of their hair colors to make it fit, but I at least imagined them looking alike. They don't look alike and he doesn't look like a girl!

XD is the dad really going to take this time to just complain about M&M?? Bryon's here to pick up Cathy, why would he want to hear a father's grievances about his younger child??

YES M&M TELL IT TO HIM STRAIGHT

*also though, if they don't want him looking like a girl, don't give him a vest that kinda looks like a woman's exercize top🤷

Like this dad is so focused on his son that he doesn't even have a problem with this boy taking out his daughter and wearing a really flamboyant and revealing top that's 3/4 of the way unbuttoned. I'm shocked.

HAVE HER HOME BY MIDNIGHT?? AND THE DAD IS FINE WITH THAT?? I thought 10 is usually the limit, maybe 11

Seriously where did Cathy get her dark hair genes

Was the door unlocked? Why's she waiting for him to open it?

Mark's pretty jealous huh🙄

Man Angela's pretty.. you can really tell she's a Shepherd 😅why do her clothes and hair look messier for the dance than for school?? She looked pretty neat the first time we saw her

The dance looks kinda fun ngl

Who's the goldjacket?

???

XD way to try and ruin your boy's chances.

NOT MARK ACTING AS IF HE ARRANGED THE FIGHT TO DISTRACT BRYON FROM HIS DATE *"what?? He's not going to take the bait?? What do you mean his date's more important than his ego??"

XD the fake punches are really getting me.

Aw him and Cathy are pretty cute. Shut up Mark you loser! He's like some kind of dog🙄 She's only gonna steal your boy if you make yourself so unlikable

*evil glare 'Cathy. Ugh. How can I get them to break up?'

She bakes something! And it's carrot cake 😒 but for Bryon AND Mark! Look who's trying to extend the olive branch er carrot stick...

I guess he did get beat up

COMES OUT IN HIS UNDERWEAR🙄

ASKS HIM OUT!!! she's cool.

AND THEN HE INSULTS HER BAKING

??? I wouldn't wanna go near you either bro

*heavy foreshadowing

XD the mom "how'd you do that?" "Fight." "Well did you win??" Did they have headphones like that in the 60s🤨

*Mark playing the good son "I'll stay with you" probably pitying her now that they're both being abandoned by Bryon🙄

*Mark interrupting their kiss

Woww hits my boy with a poster a few times and then has the gall to ask for $10

AND THEN CUFFS HIS EAR AND THREATENS TO RIP IT OFF?? He ain't paying him back.. at least.. not with his own money🙄

Dang, he's inviting these rabble rousers to his wedding? Either he's really generous, or he doesn't have many friends

"It's really incredible, this marriage thing" Oh Boy🙄

These cowboys gonna beat these kids black and blue

What'd I say.

F#CKEN HELL!!! DEAD THAT FAST?? HE WAS SUCH A COOL GUY TOO!!

I have NEVER seen such an organized cemetery. They look like dominoes!

Poor guys :/ now the tuxedos will be for his funeral instead of wedding

Lot of nice shirts Mr. Boyfriend🤨

"Why don't you grow up" *bryon while drinking from the carton

Like hey man, y'all just watched your friend die. You can understand why he'd be a little snappy, right?

Juice?🤨

Bro your friend is in a bad way, heavy eye bags, he's asking to hang out with you cause he's lonely and everyone he loves keeps dying or disappearing. You idiot! Make time for him! I like Cathy, but at least make it brothers and others/lovers! Don't leave him out to dry like this!

Alright... But why would you bring him on your date -_- you know how Cathy and Mark feel about each other. He would push her off a cliff if he thought he wouldn't go to jail and you'd forgive him for it.

Man I love M&M so much

Mark is a bad influence on him😔

"Did I ask for fries, buddy?" "Noo : ( " "Then no fries."

What a weird car.

"Guess we're fighting over you. It's funny, isn't it." Yeah, real funny. Dude being super possessive of his brother/crush/best friend and trying to ruin your lives🙄

Bro where's M&M's necklace?? How are we supposed to know he's a hippie?

Rainbow curtains? What's that about? *I guess the mom likes color..? The rest of the house is kinda boring though

Geez she's angry, huh!

So that's why he works at the grocery store🤨well I think her shirt just looked like his uniform.. she's a waitress after all

So they haven't had the head shaving incident yet or mentioned the principal's car.. and still waiting to meet Ponyboy

WOW BRINGING A GIRL HOME???? TO THE BEDROOM YOU SHARE WITH YOUR BF WHO HATES YOUR GF??? REAL CLASSY. DIDN'T THINK HE'D MIND MY @SS

Poor Mark :/

"I got it covered"🤨=_= do you now.

"You wanna go look for him with me tonight" *torn between hanging out with Bryon and getting stuck with him and his girl

"She can't go. It's just you and me." *fake Deliberating, but we already know the answer

That's a pretty good smiley face

"Hey, this is great, huh?" "What is?" "You and me together, just like old times" Yeah, if we forget the fact that you're looking for your missing friend

"Yeah, just don't remember it being this boring" BRO THAT WAS COLD what do you want, to start necking with him too? Would that be boring?

and of course Mark takes that as permission to drive recklessly *you asked for it Bryon

*Angela slithering over like a snake, closeup of Mark looking like he's barely restraining himself from busting her head open

guess this is when it happens.

Mark's smart, he knows that if Cathy found out she might break up with his boy, and even if she didn't, they'd get to have some bonding revenge together

XD bro it looked like Bryon just drank washing detergent

Man she's really cuddling up to Mark of all people, not even the ex

Whatchu mean out cold, she's still shaking like a kid pretending to sleep spothat they can eavesdrop on their parents

"I sure hate to see gutsy chicks break. Destroys my faith in human nature." Mine too : (

Man, not even a razor. Gonna leave her looking like a ragdoll. I thought Bryon helped cut off the hair too🤨

least subtle exit ever XD

"It seems like when you try to help people out you just end up getting f#cked, y'know?"- foreshadowing

"Nobody on my side has eyes that color. Nobody on your side neither" No duh, your eyes are golden.

"That's just what it sounded like. Fire crackers." He's right though, people always used to do fireworks in and around where I live and it always sounded like gunshots. Every so often when it was a single bang I wondered if it was, but no news reports, or none that I heard of anyway... Not sure about firecrackers though. Aren't those kind of a small bang?

Bryon doesn't even know the story of how he came to live with them? Past the shooting I mean

"I don't like... anybody... hurting me.." watch yourself Bryon

Mark who knows where he is🙄

*Bryon judging people, Mark getting defensive *hey don't judge people*I'm not judging people! *I just don't like to see you judging people Like C'mon Bryon, you're acting like an adult : ( don't you even think about how your friend views himself as similar to these people and you're judging him too without realizing?

Mark probably relates/feels for M&M with the whole father business

They got out of jail fast🤨

They still haven't had the jumping kids and that scene with Mike.. guess jumping kids was skipped

Doing a fight on an apartment's doorstep? That's guys what if someone called the cops?

Seriously, who was that guy in gold?? He just appeared for like 2 seconds

"I have to tell you something.." "what is it, Bryon man??" "I don't.. want anyone to fight the Shepherds." *SHOCK "What're you talking about, man??" "I just had enough of it, getting even" "You're not thinking straight" <- somewhat incorrect quotes. What is this, some huge confession? ("Mom, dad.. I have to tell you something.." "You're a what?!?")

You can tell Mark is gonna get revenge anyway..

>: ( "what're you tryna do to me man? You won't hang out with me, you won't steal or jump kids anymore, don't engage in fights or payback,, you trying to break my heart over here??"*sounds close to tears (<- incorrect quotes)

Aw the real quote's kinda cute

"What the hell you tryna do to me man." "What." "What." "What." "WHAT!" "What the hell you tryna do to me Bryon,*holding back tears* huh?" "How do you think this makes me feel, man. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THIS MAKES ME FEEL! You think I don't know they beat the shit outta you for something I did? HUH? And here you are, man, practically saying you had it coming to you, when it was ME who cut Angela's hair! I PLANNED IT, I DID IT, AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GETS NAILED FOR IT! How do you think I feel, Bryon🥺*pregnant pause* Man if they had killed you it would've been my fault.."

*Mark runs from the conversation "and that was the last we saw of him" jk

But what I wanna know, where we're all the hippies when they came earlier? On a field trip? They haven't been in town..

They replaced the spiders with colors?

XD Mark is his favorite "Where's Mark? You guys are always together! Where's Mark? I have to see Mark, I got to see Mark!"

YO! THAT'S A CHANGE! Mark was not this kid's drug dealer! He was _A_ drug dealer!

"He's a f#cken bascket case!" F#CK YOU!!! *Thank you Cathy

Man I remembered Bryon being a lot more sympathetic in the book..

What's up with so many 80s shows with a random stop sign on a kid's wall? Was it trendy or something?

XD Bryon sitting in the mom chair!! ("Where have you been?? It's past midnight!!")

He's so angry he can't even speak

"Jesus.. that's terrible" NO DOI

"I want you to leave Mark." YOU DIDN'T!!! THIS IS HIS HOME JUST AS MUCH AS YOURS!!! DRUGS OR NO DRUGS, YOU ARE NOT TURNING HIM OUT TO THE STREETS LIKE SOME HEARTLESS BASTARD!!

And then you wonder why he wants you dead

"You're not my brother, man." 'O@O' 😱

"I love you, Bryon" SO! DESPERATE!! "I got nowhere else to go!"

YOU TAKE HIS HOUSE AND NOW YOU WANT TO TAKE HIS CAR?? F#CK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I understand why people hate Bryon so much.. I'll have to reread the book to see if he was really this callous

How long passed?? Angela still has a full head of hair, shorter of course, but still

"Y'know you look really good with short hair, Angel" In the book he was feeling empty and meant that genuinely.. this just sounded like he was mad and being rude

Them eyebags. Yeesh. Really ordering anything he can, huh? How much money you got on ya pal?

HEY HOLD UP! THAT'S NOT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO! My boy was supposed to have destroyed all his relationships, burned every bridge (other than his mom's) what's this halfbaked happy ending! We're supposed to go full on tragedy here! And where's Curtis? I haven't seen his ugly mug once this whole movie! What's that about, huh? I'm over here tryna figure out why on earth people are shipping him with Curly, and you can't even do me the honor of seeing him once. I get it, not enough time, right?

Geez that's one dramatic cell. They have this much room for every inmate? Looks like they're about to go ballroom dancing and then pull out knives and slit each others' throats

"How ya doin buddy." BAD START BAD START!!

"How you doin." "It's under control."

"I wanted to see you Bryon."

"Pretty cool place to live in for a while. It's like.. reality, man."

*intense eye contact the whole time* "Oh just commiting your face to memory so I'll remember to kill you later"

*closeup of intense face

Don't get too close to him man!! What if he jumps you??

Not Mark holding back tears : (

Why hasn't he said sorry yet?? Book Bryon was a puddle of guilt at this point!! At least he's holding back tears too now

Bro really just went 'call me' with the hand sign

"Lighten up dude. Everything's gonna turn out ok." FR??? HAPPY ENDING??

Kid got the girl and the boy

Hotwiring a car?? You tryna get thrown in with your buddy? Or maybe you're tryna become him??

??? Watch where you're going doofus

😦

What did I just watch. Was that a happy ending? Will Mark forgive him and go home with him?? You know you'd think being rated R they would've kept the miserable canon ending... can't say I miss it though. BUT WHAT THE HECK! Cut out some scenes I like, an important character, and you got Bryon back with Cathy??? How's that gonna go when Mark comes home because apparently he's coming home?? As a famous author once said, "either this wallpaper or me has got to go." (Oscar Wilde, paraphrased) (full quote is: "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us must go." Isn't that just the coolest? I wish my last words could be half as cool as that)

#that was then this is now #twttin #movie review #movie commentary #Uh not bad actually #Coulda been better but it is what it is #This is mainly for me to remember the movie later #and also for anyone who sees the movie and wants to see what someone else thought of it #It was all written in order so that's the context #major spoilers #And about me calling Mark out like that..#hey the guy could be just really attached because this is the one person he believes would never betray him or maybe it's _Love_#It's the Killua debate all over again #I think a good argument could be made for either and I don't really care which it is.#They both messed up and they should've been able to have a life together #However that would look #Like sorry Cathy but one of you has to go #jk Bryon loves you both... And what a problem that turned out to be

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