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March 5, 2021: The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013) (Part One)

Once upon a time, there was a bamboo cutter.

In 2019, the anime Kaguya-sama: Love is War came out, and the third season’s supposed to come out later this year. I love this show a lot, honestly, and it’s actually based on an old Japanese story: 竹取物語, or The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. I’d go into it, but obviously I’m also about to watch the movie based on it from 2013.

It reminds me of a Japanese Thumbelina, to be honest, although I know that they aren’t perfectly analogous. At least, I hope not. It’s not a great movie. Plus, it was one of the first movies I remember watching as a kid, so I’m good.

But yeah, this should be interesting! I’m definitely digging this form of the fantasy genre. You know, films based on folklore and mythology of a given country. Not necessarily what everybody thinks of, but it’s definitely within the genre. Still, I kinda want to branch out from Japan in the next few days. Still, let’s start with this one, yeah?

This film is yet another Studio Ghibli film, but Miyazaki’s not involved. No, this one is an Isao Takahata joint, and he was another one of the founders of Ghibli alongside Miyazaki. This was the last film he directed before his death in 2018. And he never got the same publicity overseas as Miyazaki, but he deserves some love. I’ve seen one other film of his, his first with Studio Ghibli. And...

...that was an experience. An experience that I have NO WILL TO REPEAT. Grave of the Fireflies is an amazing film. It’s also about two siblings surviving in Japan during World War II, in poverty. And no, they don’t die of radiation poisoning because of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

It’s so...SO much more depressing than that. Yeah. Not exaggerating. BUT WE ARE NOT GOING INTO THAT BEAUTIFUL, TRAMAUTIZING MASTERPIECE NIGHTMARE!!! We’re going into some that I genuinely hope isn’t as depressing. I’ll find out first-hand, I guess! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/3)

Right from the opening credits, I already have a comment to make: the art style is meant to invoke classic Japanese paintings, and the effect is absolutely breathtaking. It’s a gorgeous movie right off the bat, but I won’t let that distract me...much.

Bamboo cutter Sanuki no Miyatsuko (James Caan) does just that: he cuts bamboo for a living, using it for many things. One day, in the forest, he sees a glowing bamboo stalk, which he tentatively approaches. The light creates a new bamboo shoot, inside of which, well...

Unsure of this little bamboo princess, he hesitantly approaches as she smiles at him and falls asleep in the flower. Thinking it a gift from heaven, Miyatsuko takes the tiny princess into his hands, and brings her home to his Wife (Mary Steenburgen). They decide to raise her, and as the Bamboo Cutter’s Wife takes the princess into her hands, she jumps about and seemingly transforms into a human infant.

The two are quite confused by this whole affair, but believe her to be a gift from heaven, being a miraculous little bamboo princess and all. She also apparently has the ability to cause instant lactation in the Wife, which is a TERRIFYING superpower when you think about it. Think about it: you’re walking down the street, when suddenly some person in a milkman or milkmaid costume jumps out from the shadow, points at you, and says “MILK!!!” and BAM! Now, Fred’s lactating.

Never said that power was limited by gender, now did I?

OK, weird-ass milk segue aside, this baby starts to grow REAL fuckin’ quickly, and a group of plum blossom trees bloom nearby The two pledge to raise the child as their own, in that Jonathan and Martha Kent-style, and they name her "Hime”, which means Princess.

Y’know, for an animated baby, she’s a cute-ass baby, I gotta say. I mean, look at this shit. Look at this CUTE-ASS SHIT.

My ovaries are twitching right now, and I don’t even HAVE that shit. Should I...should I see a doctor?

That tumbling act above leads her to learning to walk, all of which is evidenced by a group of neighborhood kids, who notice both her rapid physical and behavioral growth, and note that she’s growing as fast as bamboo. And yeah, she goes from infant to toddler in a few minutes as she’s learning to walk.

The kids nickname her “Lil’ Bamboo” (Takenoko in Japanese), and she continues to grow up quick. She learns to speak, and spends days with Miyatsuko as he cuts bamboo in the forest. On one of these days, she wanders off and meets a group of wild baby boars. And yeah, you’re right, IT IS cute as SHIT.

The mother boar doesn’t think so, and she charges the helpless Hime. However, she’s saved from a grisly fate by a young man named Sutemaru (Darren Criss), who also notes her rapid growth. And yeah, she goes from toddler to young child over the course of this interaction.

Sutemaru and the young kids from earlier go through the forest with Hime, bringing her along. And she seems to know the words to the song, somehow. She then chimes in with a song of her own, and I’m gonna see if I can find the lyrics in their original Japanese.

Well, I did, and translations aren’t great, but this is pretty similar to what’s being said in the original audio. So, yeah, we’ll go for it. By the way, the actress singing this and playing young Hime is Caitlyn Leone. Just wanted to give her some credit, because this is an interesting song that she sings.

At the end of it, she begins to cry, although she doesn’t know why. The kids basically brush it off, and go to bring her back to the bamboo grove, and to Miyatsuko. He’s searching for her, worries, when he comes across yet another glowing bamboo shoot. This time, when he cuts it open, gold spills out of it.

Time passes, and Hime continues to grow quickly, befriending the kids and Sutemaru, to whom she grows quite close over the summer. Meanwhile, another glowing bamboo shot appears, and from it come fine silks and fabrics. This, alongside the gold from before, leads Miyatsuki to believe that Heaven wants them to raise Hime to be a noble princess, one worthy of the fine fabrics they’ve received.

While his wife is unsure about that, his mind is made up, and he heads to the capital to build a mansion suitable for this lifestyle. Summer ends, and autumn harvest begins, by which time she’s grown up from child to pre-teen. She also changes voice actresses (in English, anyway), now being played by Chloë Grace Moretz.

Sutemaru notices this, too, and worries that she’ll keep growing and leave them behind. She says that that’ll never happen. And then, as she goes home that night...it does. Yeah, damn, and she promised and everything. But yeah, the little Bamboo family heads to the capital, where Hime is quickly taught the ways of a proper lady.

She’s confused by the changes, but her parents (dressed up in traditional robes and face paint, I’m assuming) quickly inform her that they own the mansion, as well as the many fine robes from the bamboo, and that they will be living there from now on. She takes it well. And that’s not an ironic segue, I actually mean that she takes it pretty damn well.

Maybe a little too well, as she frolics about and trips over a very proper woman, who chides her for unladylike behavior. This is her governess, Lady Sagami (Lucy Liu), and she’s been brought from the palace to teach Hime in the ways of being a noble lady.

Hime struggles with these lessons and the new high society lifestyle, especially as opposed to her previous country life. But then, sometimes she surprises the often frustrated Sagami, like with the koto, a traditional stringed instrument in Japan.

Soon enough, Hime comes of age, and the excited Miyatsuki plans a straight-up period party as celebration. Hime asks if she can invite her friends, but he adamantly refuses this request. Miyatsuki’s trying very hard to get Hime into the life of nobility, but her mother is a lot more understanding of her struggles.

Said struggles continue, as they attempt to prepare her for the upcoming party, and she refuses to get her eyebrows plucked, amongst other procedures. Ah, the trappings of a society that forces women into extremely restrictive gender roles, said the cisgender dude who’s ever taken a gender-studies course, but still basically gets the gist of the whole thing, probably.

In the lead-up to the party, Miyatsuki invites Inde no Akita (George Segal), a nobleman tasked with renaming princesses for formal ceremonies, based upon their true essence. He first sees her playing with a cat outside, for which Miyatsuki apologizes. Akita doesn’t seem to mind too much, though.

In a more formal meeting, Akita’s struck by her young beauty, and she plays to koto form him. He thus names her “The Shining Princess of the Supple Bamboo”. In Japanese, she’s called Kaguya-hime. Hence, the Princess Kaguya.

Party-time, and Princess Kaguya is presented with her new name publicly, but is not doing anything at the party, almost like a prize or trophy for the men who have attended the party. Said party goes on for...THREE DAYS? Jesus CHRIST, how much sake do they fuckin’ HAVE?

However, the party begins to go south when the partygoers question why her face is hidden behind blinds, and that she’s basically just a common girl whose father paid for a ceremony beyond their station. Basically, they’re being dicks. And Hime hears, well...all of it. And responds understandably, and...to be frank, beautifully.

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The art style turns sketchy and frantic as Hime runs away from the palace at hull speed, under the light of the full moon hanging above. It’s...gorgeous. Absolutely beautifully animated, I gotta say. And the music and sound, too! It’s just...beautiful.

She runs all the way back to her old village, where we can see that time has passed a bit. Not just in terms of Hime’s personal growth, but in terms of a baby from before, now visibly a little older. That isn’t all that’s changed, though, as all of Hime’s friends have apparently moved away.

Turns out that the mountain has been harvested to its fullest for wood, without destroying sustainability. Because of this, a man tells her that the families will likely not return for another 10 years. Interestingly enough, though, this conversation confirms that this movie has taken place over the course of a year, as Hime has never experienced the seasons in full.

After this realization, an exhausted Hime passes out in the show, only to wake up once again in the castle. Was it a dream? It would appear to be so.

Never have I seen a better place to pause. See you in Part 2!

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The enemy of love is the truth

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Summary: They were happy just as friends, but one morning the call from an old trauma may change everything.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, history of drug use, mental health issues, cursing, angst, a little smut, violence.

I want to apologize in advance, I did my fare share of smut between 2008 and 2011, jesus we called them lemons back then (I'm so old, sorry) but in my native language. And even if I wasn't out of practice translating that kind of scenes is a complete nightmare, so I'm so sorry for what you are going to read.

■Part I ■ Part II ■Part III ■ Part IV ■ Part V ■ Part VI ■ Part VII ■ Part VIII | Final ■

Part VI

"She invited you to ex's wedding?" Charlie said squatting out of breath, it was almost 8:00 am and they had been running since 7:00. "Don't you think it will be a bit inappropriate? I mean what if she still have feelings for that guy? God I need to lie down"

"Technically I invited myself..." Tom started also taking big breaths "Oh don't look at me like that, she they broke up long time ago, and even if she is not over him she would need support there, isn't that right Bobby??" He knelt to pet his dog, who looked at them puzzled by how tired they seemed to be.

"So, when is the big day?" He said finally standing up.

"Saturday, but apparently we are going to a small diner on friday night, the whole event is in a Hotel in West Yorkshire, and I don't feel like driving four hours in the same day"

"If I don't know you better I would say you're a brilliant bastard" he said choking out a laugh.

"Why?"

"Nice romantic hotel in the country, the emotional vulnerability of seeing your ex getting married, the comfort of the nice blue eyes of a loving friend" he said making and exaggerate gesture to Tom's face "But is you so ai assume you won't even share a room platonically"

"You are completely out of your mind" he said laughing "although it is a nice place, look" He showed him the electronic invitation where both bride and groom smiled to each other in front of the hotel.

"Is that the guy? Well she certainly had a type" he said studying the picture "I mean if he were older or a bit more fit he would look just like you" Tom look at the picture again not finding the resemblance "I'll tell you something if you guys finally do hook up could you wait until March to tell people? I said 3 years and 1 month and Zawe said 3 years exactly and I don't feel like letting her win."

"Do you really have a betting pool about us? Don't worry, I wouldn't tell you anything even of something happens" he said with a chuckle and they continued their run.

On friday at 3:00 p.m. he showed up at Y/N's place, with Charlie's words still resonating in his head, he found her in a beautiful burgundy off shoulder column cocktail dress and black heels, making this the third time he ever saw her in a dress, it was a big difference from the usual sneakers and hoodies, not a bad one but he couldn't help a bit of jealousy thinking this was for someone else.

"Stop staring at me, I know it's ridiculous and I'm gonna break my bloody neck with this things" She said showing him the fragile tip of one of the heels, he smiled founding his friend true nature even in that situation. "Stupid dress codes, is it too late to stay home? I have a rosé in the fridge wwith your name on it if you let me..."

"And losing the opportunity of seeing you roll your eyes at every old men comments on the country's economy?" He said putting her back inside the car and immediately after offering her hand to enter the car "Not a chance. You look lovely by the way"

"I won't roll my eyes at them, believe it or not, I do know how to handle myself in social events" She put on her seatbelt and he started the car turning on the GPS "Is the idea of meeting our old friends from uni and his parents what freaks me out, they must think I'm some kind of monster"

Our for some reason that word hurt more than it should, he brushed off the idea from his head again, jealous was an useless emotion to him and a dangerous one too in some people, and he was determined to not let them get the best of him.

"I don't think they would have invited you if they felt like that, or at least not to the rehearsal dinner too if that was the case." He said taking an exit indicated in the GPS.

"You clearly don't know Agnes Hawtrey" He briefly turn to her intrigued "David's mother, she is a rich harpy obsessed with showing everyone all the money their family has. I feel sorry for her future daughter in law, but since they actually getting married I assume she is not some Liberal brat who thinks spending Christmas in Libya is appropriate" She said imitating an high pitch voice with a posh accent.

"Why Libya?"

"Medecins sans frontiers" She answered "I volunteered to work with them in my holidays and David followed me a couple times. Agnes hated me for it, I actually think she was happy when I left him."

"Do you speak french?" He asked again trying to change the subject.

"Enough to work with them, but I'm completely rusty by now" she answered "I know it's too much effort to escape a suffocating relationship" the angry beast that had formed in his chest began to fade thanks to the idea of she not being entirely happy with the other guy, so he decided to approach the problem differently.

"I don't understand how do you end up together in the first place, you are too much of a free spirit to be around someone like that" He said, by now the city was getting behind them and he could start driving faster.

"Well my family is actually quite wealthy" She started causing a puzzled expression in his face "I reject any form of help from them and live on my own, but I did play my part in society for a while, so it seemed meant to be at the time. Of course I turned out to be a rotten apple and at some point I believe I was his excuse to hide how much he didn't enjoy their life style. I told you he was no saint, and maybe those where our finest moments" She said with a nostalgic smile, as if she remembered an specially pleasing memory. "But real life happened, you know? You are gonna like him don't worry"

"Well he sounds like a decent men" he said bitterly because his idea backfired "Music?"

They spend the rest of the trip talking about meaningless topics and singing along with the radio, by the time they eentered Yorkshire it was seven in the afternoon and the sun was standing to hide, the Waterton Perk hotel was magnificent, romantic and secluded as Charlie said, in the middle of a lake connected to land by a bridge full with trees naked by the winter that make the mansion looking more as something out of a fairytale.

He helped her out of the car and enjoyed having her body close to him while they crossed the bridge preventing her to fall with her heels. They entered a small lounge where people where waiting for the dinner to be served. As she had said earlier that week most of the people attending were old family friends of the bride and groom, and not many young faces were in the crowd. Except from those who he believed were the Uni friends, he introduced himself and even took a picture with one of the girls who had a similar reaction as Y/N when she met him.

Y/N was now chatting, a few meters away, more comfortable with them expecting the arrival of the main guests, while a couple of people were distracting Tom, complimenting his performance as Coriolanus a few years back and praising his Robert Down, so he couldn't notice the old woman, elegantly dressed in a light gray dress walking towards Y/N and dragging her apart from her friends, until she start talking in that high pitch voice Y/N had imitated very well earlier.

"How dare you showing your face in here?" The woman said to her while the young woman only remind silent not meeting her gaze "You spoiled ridiculous brat, after what you did to my boy, you should be ashamed..."

"Relax Agnes," She finally said lifting her look, Tom then was about to intervene but he could se a quiet rage behind her otherwise unaffected face, and felt forced to stay and watch "Let me remind you that your son invited me. And the last time I checked you are not David, also if you cared a little about your precious boy you wouldn't be making a fool of yourself in front of your guests" People where now standing very close to them listening every word the women said.

"You are right dear," Agnes started with a tone that said just the opposite, but smiling regaining her composure "After all how can I expect manners from a little trash from Devon anyway" Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh at the remark against her hometown and looked at her while the elder woman turned her back on her.

"Of course because the loose daughter of a fisherman as you called me can't be a suitable in law for you, I honestly pity the poor woman who has to have you in her life, I hope you can control her since you couldn't do it with me...

Her sentence die in the air because an old hand full of rings slapped her before she could finish, a red mark started forming in Y/N face, an she was fighting the tears, both from the humiliation and the hurt, from coming out of her eyes. Tom could see Agnes hand getting ready to hit her again while he tried to reach Y/N when a hand stopped her out of nowhere and spoke with a deep angry voice.

"That's enough mother" The infamous David was there, holding her mother still and standing in front of Y/N as a shield, all welled dressed and athletic, she looked tiny behind him and the beast inside Tom's chest started growling again. "Dad I asked you to watch her, Diane will be here any minute and I can't have this happening right now" The man who Tom assume was his father took agnes outside of the room and the rest of the people returned to their conversations as if nothing happened, finally allowing him to get closer. "Are you ok baby?" He said looking finally at Y/N offering his handkerchief to wipe her tears, that last word burned like fire in Tom's ears, he was now facing her with his back to Tom, and the bright smile that she gave him when she answered was making him sick

"It's okay sweetheart" She give back the handkerchief and give the man a good look "Let her have it, she has wanted to do that for 15 years, it's only fare, you look amazing, I'm so happy for you" She hugged him and the familiarity he showed holding her, made Tom's blood boil, he wanted to get him apart from her immediately, and take her far away from him and the poisonous thought of they together for years was corrupting his mind, there it was, jealousy cold and simple, the only thing his mind kept telling him was: He had her, and you don't. He had her for years, just the way you want her, she was his.

"And where is your something like that, I'm dying to met the lad" He said letting her go.

"Right behind you" she said completely ignoring the change in Tom's expression who was looking at the two with his mind apparently somewhere else. "Tom this is David." She said calling his name and breaking the murderous thoughts he was having.

"Sorry I wake you up the other night mate... Bloody hell you beautiful minx you did it!" He said loudly hugging her by the shoulder and then, much to his displeasure, Tom "Years obsessed with him, and drooling to his posters in our house and here you are inviting him to my wedding, I must say girl you made it! congratulations." She started turning red again but this time from the embarrassment, and Tom finally relaxed, something about David's personality make it impossible for him to be angry, maybe it was the fact that he was genuinely happy and how could he not? It was his wedding after all.

"Posters?" He asked enjoying the desperation in Y/N eyes urging him to change the subject.

"Posters, dvds, tshirts, you name it, she dragged me to watch your movies like four times each time they were on the cinema and then watched them on repeat at our flat" He recalled with exasperation "Don't get me wrong you are a fine looking man but not my type"

"Oh god, I think I'm going to find your mother to slap me again" She said covering her face "Please, I beg you stop talking"

"Let the man finish, it's the most compelling history" Tom said and while he put his arm around her waist taking her close to him.

"I'm glad to see you two together, I was so relieved when she said she was bringing someone, not like she needs anyone" He said anticipating her reaction proving to Tom just how much he knew her "But you two look actually happy together, and she's the most wonderful person" Y/N was about to clear things out when Tom wink at her and pressed her a little closer to him.

"She actually is, and we are very happy" He said giving him one of signature smiles "Is that your bride?" A young looking woman entered the room with a beautiful pale pink dress, and she looked at them completely baffled.

"Oh yes baby, that's my Diane" the man said and Tom felt ashamed for his brief jealous attack as the man seemed to call everyone baby. "Guess who we wake up the other morning dear?" The man said urging the girl to join them.

"Oh my goodness" The woman started "Are you...?" Tom smiled and politely introduce himself, and David then introduced both women "I am so sorry about the other morning, I told David to wait until noon when we were in Pakistan but he called you anyways, it was four in the morning right?"

"Yes, but never mind, what where you doing in Pakistan?" Y/N said now holding tight Tom's waist too.

"Building a hospital, Diane's foundation hired me a couple years ago and that's how we met, we've been living there for like five months, we were just going to elope a few weeks back, but I did this so I wouldn't cause my mother an aneurysm, but she had to accept my conditions to make it happen" He said proudly.

"Like inviting me?"

"That was actually my demand" Diane said with a little blush on her face "I really wanted to meet you, I heard so many wonderful things about you I thought maybe it was time for you to be friends again"

"And I told her we never stopped being friends in the first place, but she is stubborn, and I can't resist her" they started kissing like there were no one else in the room and Tom and Y/N look at each other nervously.

"Oi! Leave something for tomorrow" on of their friends called them from the dining room "The food is here come on"

The rest of the night went by without any other incident, apart for the perpetual state of happiness that David showed for Tom's presence, by the time the rest of the gests went to find their rooms Y/N and Tom were taking a last walk in the cold night, it was until they were at the entrance of the bridge that he noticed they were holding hands.

"Your boyfriend is quite a nice gentleman" he said teasing her.

"By the amount of wine he was trying to make you drink I would think he wants to be your boyfriend" she responded quickly. "Why did you told him we were together?" She question him now completely serious.

"I didn't thought you wanted to explain the nature of our relationship after what happened with his mother. So until the wedding is over I suppose I'm your boyfriend. How is your face by the way?" He said, not giving importance to the matter while they kept walking.

"It has been better. And thank you I suppose you are right, and it is nice to imagine what could have been, if I haven't been an idiot at the restaurant all those years ago, and not scaring you into not calling back" He stopped suddenly making them broke contact.

"That's why you think I didn't called?" He asked perplex "I couldn't care less about that ridiculous tantrum, if anything I was more interested in you for it" she was too astonished by his declaration to talk so he continued "I didn't asked you out again because you said I'll see you around I assumed you didn't want to be involved with me that way so I didn't push it."

"Well..." She started quietly with a sad half smile in her face "I did say that, with that precise intention, but secretly hoping for you to call anyway, and I even considered to ask you out myself, but then we became friends and, I don't know it was for the best, but nights like this one make me wonder if we made a mistake."

"Please never say that again" He took her face with both hands his hands and looked deeply in her eyes "Every day I have spend with you regardless of what our relationship may be, has been a blessing. I wouldn't change it for the world" she let go a sigh and her breath turn into vapor in the night, making them realize the cold weather. "I think we should get back inside, you are gonna freeze out here love, and what kind of fake boyfriend will I be if I let you become an ice lolly?". He offered her his arm so they could get back inside, his mind thinking too about how much he wanted to call her the minute he got home that day, but as always trying to respect her he didn't , and as always he calmed his regrets telling himself it was for the best, even if every passing day he felt more and more the opposite.

The room they had book was nice and comfortable, the big canopy bed in the middle was a beautiful promise of a long night of sleep and the window had a beautiful look at the lake. They both will be lying if they said this was the first night they have spend together, falling asleep talking in Tom's couch had happened more than half a dozen times, and even if Y/N never accepted it in front of her friends, she had stayed a couple of nights with him watching Bobby getting better, even sleeping in the same bed completley completely consumed by fatigue, so there was no awkwardness between them about consciously sharing the bed.

She took her heels off and found her silky romper pyjama in her suit case next to her travel size copy of Wuthering Heights, wich she occasionally read when she traveled and with the look outside the mansion it seemed appropriate, Y/N sit in the armchair in the corner of the room to read, waiting for Tom to get out of the shower, after reading four times the same paragraph without getting anything from it she realized just how tired she was.

She heard the door opened and saw him getting out of the shower whit just a pair of black loose sweatpants dangling from his hips and a thin line of pubic hair crawling up from the waistband dying in his perfect abs, drying his hair with a towel.

"What?" He asked her looking at her finally. "Do you feel alright darling?"

"I'm just tired" she said quickly taking her clothes and getting into the bathroom for a much needed cold shower. When she stepped out after drying her hair she almost fell down because he had turned out all of the lights and was already deeply sleeping, she'll have time to nagging him about how inconsiderate that was in the morning, she entered the bed and close her eyes trying to drift apart and think about nothing when she felt his arms suddenly trapping her and bringing her closer to him by her waist.

She didn't mind since they had cuddled like that before, even when this particular time she could feel the bare skin of his chest in her back, but then the hand that was holding her started moving slowly caressing her belly and some parts she often felt self conscious about, then slowly moving down to her thigh, she was about to finally move and stop him when she felt his breath behind her back and his deep voice in her ear.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes" Y/N said in a tiny whisper while his hand found her way under the fabric of her romper.

"Are you cold again?" He asked this time brushing his nose in her neck, every inch of her skin was reacting to his touch and the deep tone of his voice was making her wet "you are shaking"

"It's not about that" she answered incapable of moving only embracing the magnificent sensations she was receiving.

"Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" His hand had finally found her lacy panties and he had stopped only touching the seam waiting for her permission to continue. "Do you want this to happen?" He said stopping his movements completely, she could feel her heart racing and all logic flying away.

"Yes, I want it" she said finally and he caressed her womanhood over the thin fabric, making her soaked, while his other hand tried to remove the top part of her jumper sliding down the traps leaving her braless chest exposed.

"Naughty girl" He said with a chuckle leaving a trace of kisses in her back and cupping her breast in his hand playing with her niple until it was hard and them pinching it to get her in that point between pain and pleasure.

He move apart the fabric of her panties and let one of his long digits inside her making her moan in pleasure and impatiently brushing her thighs together desperate for more friction, she could feel his arousal pressing firmly in her buttocks, and all this anticipation was only to torture her.

"Don't be impatient my dear" he said letting in another finger and curling them inside her, touching her right on the spot to make her lost her mind "Tell me that you want it Y/N" he order her and she let go another moan.

"Fuck me Tom, fuck me please!" She said and he immediately took his fingers out to pin her in the bed under him.

He finished taking the rest of her clothes in one movement and opened her legs ready to enter her, he give her one last deep look with those piercing blue eyes and he bend to kiss her...

"You should take a shower or at least put on something more comfortable" Tom face said suddenly wearing his glasses and fully clothed. Y/N blink twice, before shaking the sleepiness, and trying to figure out what was happening. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, but I thought you may want to shower before going to sleep"

She finally opened her eyes completely and could see him out of the shower on his pijamas, her silky romper still waiting for her to take a shower and her book comfortably resting on the lamp stand next to her.

"Yeah sure, I'm too tired I must have fallen asleep, thanks for waking me up" she said avoiding his look and desperately picking up her fresh clothes.

"Sure love, you can't be at the wedding with a crooked neck" he said picking up the book she was reading. "You were moving a lot so I imagine that armchair can't be comfortable" he said with a distracted smile and she went straight to the bathroom before turning red of embarrassment.

Y/N slammed the bathroom door closed, and Tom stood next to the armchair looking where she was just moments before, once he heard the water fall in the shower he massaged his temples, trying to erase from his mind what he had seen but it was impossible and he really didn't want to forget it. She was sweating and panting when he got out of the shower, and the neckline of her dress a was a little lower than usual perfectly countoring her breasts.

He stood there looking at her and it took him just one more second to realized what kind of dream she must've been having. Blushing and feeling like a pervert he walked back into the bathroom determined to make as much noise as he could to wake her up when he heard her moan. Fuck me Tom, fuck me please! He walked back to her and before the blood abandoned his brain entirely, to migrate to his lower region, he did the logical thing and wake her up.

He exhaled feeling like and idiot. This was going to be a long weekend.

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Generation 4 Part 6

We go to the Dining room & are seated. Menu consists of: Stuffed lamb breast with lemon, ricotta, & oregano variety of cheese, Selection of Bread & Cracker, Jams, chutneys, spicy mustards, caramelized onions, candied nuts & pistachios, Rich flourless chocolate cake with a glass of sweet port wine, Small pieces of chocolate & Brandy. Father says Prayers: My God in Heaven. Please Bless this meal & Bless our Family with Your Grace. We thank You my God for all that you've provided & for the Miracle of those two tiny new lives that You so Graciously Blessed us with. Thank You my God, in the Name of our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen! 8:30pm we finish dinner & retire to the Drawing room for Coffee & Brandy! Sodas for the kids & Juice for Mary & Lucy. The Doctor recommended that Lucy attempt to Breastfeed again, so she too has decided to refrain from alcohol! The room is filled with Christmas Music! Mother says: ~Family, it's time to realize "The Reason for the Season"! We have a lot to be grateful for! It's time we start acting like it~ She begins to sing along with the music! We too begin to sing & the mood in the room becomes festive! We've hired a nurse to help with the babies, as to give a little bit of a break to our wives. Mary has pumped extra Breast Milk into bottles. Lucy has Formula for Anabel until she takes hold! It's now 12:45am & we've been enjoying ourselves so much, that we didn't realize how late it is! We decide to call it a night & go to our rooms. Mother was right! Tis the Season for Joy! God Bless us everyone!

I pick up my son & hold him, & pray a prayer of thanks to God! I turn to Mary, who's ready to feed him before we sleep & say: ~Darling, thank you for being the best wife a man could ever be Blessed with! I love you Mary Grace Newport!

She replies: ~'O my sweet Harry, no woman could ever hope to be Blessed with a husband as loving, generous, thoughtful & sweet a man as you! My love, you have never disappointed me in anything you've ever done. Now we're Blessed with another child. I feel my life is only getting better. You Harry, are my life!~ She has always made my every day & night! I thank God for allowing her into my life! She feeds little Harry, burps & changes him. Places him in his Bassinet, careful to lay him on his back. He falls asleep immediately. Such a good baby! We climb into bed & she falls asleep in my arms. I'm tired, Goodnight!

Skipping forward:

Sunday December 22 Little Harry's & Anabel's Christening

8:00am & the whole Family is enroute to Church. Today we'll be dedicating little Harry & Anabel to Christianity. It's 8:45am & we arrive. We enter the Church & the Family are seated. Mary, Myself, Lucy, George & both Babies are escorted to the front of the Church where when called, we'll bring the Babies forward! 9:00am service begins. After the Choir sings the opening hymns, Pastor Reverend Johnson calls the names of "Harold Joseph Newport Jr." & Annabel Josephine Richards" to the Altar. Mary holds little Harry in her arms & I stand by her side. The Pastor Asks: ~Who will be the Godparents?~ George & Lucy Step forward! Pastor Johnson recites: ~Harold Joseph Newport Jr., In the Name of the Father & of the Son & of the Holy Spirit! He then pours water over his forehead three times. He wipes dry little Harry's forehead.

Pastor Johnson says: ~Who will be the Godparents?~ Mary & myself step forward! Pastor Johnson recites: ~Annabel Josephine Richards, In the Name of the Father & of the Son & of the Holy Spirit! He pours water over her forehead three times. He wipes dry Annabel's forehead & Congratulates us! He invites the Congregation to take photographs! We're seated & service It's 10:30am & service is over. We're enroute back to Newport Mansion. 10:45am, we're arrive at the Mansion. We take the babies upstairs. The Family retire to their rooms to get ready for lunch. It's 12:00pm & Huntington rings: ~Lunch is being served in the Dining room!~ We go into the Dining room & are seated. Linguini, White Winter Truffles, Aged Parmesan is on the menu! The meal is delicious. 1:15pm we finish lunch & retire to the Drawing room for drinks & conversation! 2:15pm My wife & I are having a Date night. We're going to dinner & a movie! She wants to see "Jumanji, The Next Level". Showtime is 8:15pm at the Woodard. We go upstairs where she will feed little Harry. We'll nap a little before leaving!

It's 5:00pm & we're enroute to Grumpy's Diner on Main! There are no Fancy restaurants in Madison, but we do enjoy a good Burger & Grumpy's has great Burgers! We've arrived at the Diner at 5:45pm. We're seated & read the menu. I order the Steak & Tarter Special Combo with Lemonade. Mary orders the Burger Bowl Combo with Sprite. We finish eating & leave a tip. It's 7:40pm & we're enroute to the Woodard so we can get a good seat. It's 8:00pm & we park, buy the tickets & enter the Cinema. We're seated in the fourth row from the front. The previews are already showing, so I take time to by Popcorn, BomBoms & Soda! 8:15pm the move starts running. 10:20pm, the movie has ended. It was a great movie, starring Dwayne Johnson, Kevin Hart, & Karen Guillan. It was funny, exciting, mind boggling, test of skills & scary all in one game! We both enjoyed it! 10:30pm we're walking out the doors & getting in the car. Enroute to The Waffle House on Bandit st for Coffee. 10:45pm we pull into the Parking lot & enter the restaurant. We wait to be seated just a few minutes. We order coffee, decaf for Mary! We tip the Waitress & leave the restaurant, its Midnight. Were enroute to Newport Mansion. It's 12:30am & we've arrived at the Mansion. We go upstairs & get ready for bed. Mary has that look in her eyes. She winks & smiles, holding the covers up for me. I know what that means & I'm eager. It's been a while & long enough. Goodnight!

Tuesday, December 24

It's 8:00am & Huntington rings: ~Breakfast is being served in the Dining room!~ We go into the Dining room & are seated! Menu for the Morning consists of: Waffles with flax & almond butter, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, a fruit salad & protein shake, juice, coffee! 9:30am, we finish eating & retire to the Drawing room to discuss tonight's festivities! Mother has planned a Christmas party for friends & family! The party will be in the Grand Ballroom! She's been known to have the most entertaining parties in two hundred miles of Madison.

Christmas Eve

It's 5:00pm, I'm putting on my Tux, while Mary nurses little Harry! I can't help but to think about those we've lost! But I know God has a plan for all of us. JR has another week before we've got to get him back to the Academy. We're lucky to be able to have him for the Holidays & his Birthday! He'll be sixteen on New Year's eve. My God, where's the time gone! It seems like yesterday I was holding him in my arms. Tomorrow morning is Christmas & the anniversary of the first day I met Mary, the day I began to live again!

It's 6:00pm & we're in the Drawing room discussing the music for tonight, Mother of course has the last say!

We're expecting Governor Ron DeSantis to attend, as well as other Dignitaries she's friendly with! Busy day ahead...........

7:00pm

Governor DeSantis arrives & my parents greet him immediately! Other guests are arriving, to include; Mayor Jim Catron & his wife, Chief of Police Reggie Alexander & his wife, & friends of the family totaling over 150 guests!

Huntington escorts each of the Guests to the Grand Ballroom where food & drinks are being served.

The tables each are marked with the guest's name on a card. Christmas music is playing. The wait staff are offering hors d’oeuvres & Champagne.

The menu consists of: Goose, apple sauce, ham, bread stuffing, crawfish cornbread stuffing, sweet potato casserole, mashed potatoes, green beans, broccoli, ambrosia, a cranberry mold, goose gravy, a relish tray with green onions, watermelon pickles & olives, Russian caviar, pumpkin, pecan, apple & cherry pies. A crisp white wine, eggnog, syllabub, & sweet potato punch! More Champagne! We have Non-Alcoholic Champagne for Mary, Lucy & the kids!

My wife looks stunning in her new Red Christmas Gown.

George, I've never seen him decked out before. He looks like he belongs in that Tux. Lucy's wearing a Bluish colored Evening Dress, slitted in the arms & down the left leg; also looking quite Beautiful. The kids look like a Prince & his Princess! The whole family, I must say are showing their Best. Mother looks quite pleased with herself!

This will be a party to remember, I only wish Rachael could have been here! The babies are upstairs with the nurse. They're bringing more hors d’oeuvres & Champagne around.

My Father's dancing with Mother, to Tony Bennett's Christmas Waltz. It's my Mother's favorite. I better get my wife out on the Dance floor, before someone else does, I'm somewhat stingy!

The Governor & his wife Casey seem to be enjoying themselves! They've been on the Dance floor over two hours already! The Ballroom is alive tonight & Happiness is it's heart! My Brothers don't seem to have a problem finding someone to dance with, I wish they'd settle down & have a Family. Sis & Bill are dancing the night away! Santa is expected to arrive at 12:01am!

12:01 2019 Christmas

The music starts playing: "The Santa Claus Rock" by INFANTIL! Everyone's rocking with the music as Santa enters the room! The music stops, Santa grabs his Bag & begins to pass gifts out to the Family & friends! He calls out each name, without hesitation or looking at a note. He just hands the gifts out as if he knew what was in them! Everyone seemed surprised but pleased with the gift they received.

I ask JR: What did you get Son?~ He replies: ~The Nutcracker Soldier, I've been wanting it ever since I can remember! Only my Mother knew, she promised to get it for me for Christmas, the year she died!~ I ask: ~What's the card say?~ He replies: ~ From Mommy with Love! Dad, I never told anyone!~ We both left it like that! I received the Gold ring I lost some years ago off my Boat. I had dropped it in the water, never to be seen again; so I thought! It's inscribed with the words: Dolphins Bring You Luck" dated 2004. These were words Julia said on my Boat when I took her to see the Dolphins, the year we first started dating! She had given it to me for Valentine's day! The card read: Love never dies Harry, be Happy! anta leaves as fast as he arrived, with a HO HO HO, Merry Christmas to all, & to all a Goodnight! I followed him out, but strangely, he just disappeared, poof he was gone! I really wanted to congratulate him on how good he was & ask him how he knew! Mother says: ~Son, that wasn't our Santa, your Father was suppose to play the part! We have no idea who he was, where he came from or disappeared too!~ Kind of got everyone thinking....... The last song is playing: "I'm dreaming of a White Christmas" by Bing Crosby! I take Mary out to the floor & dance the last dance with her, cheek to cheek! It's 2:00am & everyone's left. I & Mary say Goodnight & we go upstairs & get ready for bed! I didn't tell Mary about JR's gift, nor mine; but it was weighing on my mind! Even in Death she was able to keep her promise to our son & assure he got his Christmas present as well as; to send me a message! God is good! Merry Christmas to you all from the Newport Family & Goodnight!

Skipping forward:

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Happy Birthday John Ross/New Years Eve

It's 6:00am & my wife is feeding little Harry. We're drinking coffee in the room, Decaf for Mary. When finished, we'll go downstairs for Breakfast. Eggs Benedict, Toast, English Butter, Jelly, fruit, & juice is on the menu this morning.

We got to get things together for today. Its JR's Birthday & we want it to be a special! Mother has planned a big party for him, lots of guest!

The cake will be delivered some time today!Kellyanne has asked if I would take her & her Dad to the Mall, so she can buy him something special for JR! Tonight Mother will be putting on her Annual New Year Fireworks display!

7:00am, Huntington rings: ~Breakfast is being served in the Dining room ~ We go downstairs, to the Dining room & are seated! It's 8:30pm & we're finished eating. Myself, George & Kellyanne get in Father's car & proceed to the Valdosta Mall just over the State line. She wants to go to Jared's. It's 9:45pm & we're pulling into the Mall's parking lot. It opens in fifteen minutes. That's good, no rush. 10:00am sharp & they open the entrance, we head for Jared's.....

Kellyanne finds a ring she says is perfect! It's a Black Diamond ring 1/2ct tw 10k Gold running about $1300.00! I have to say she has impeccable taste. Not feminine looking, yet beautiful. JR will love it. She has them inscribe the words: Love is forever! I can't help to notice how much Kellyanne is like Julia the way she thinks! No wonder JR loves her so much!

It's 12:30pm & we are enroute to Madison. We stop at Dairy Queen for lunch. Its 1:00pm. 1:45pm & were on the way back to the Mansion. 2:10pm we arrive. Mother is outside supervising the setup for the party & Fireworks tonight. I go upstairs & my wife is talking a nap. I kiss her on the forehead, careful not to wake her, check on the baby & go back downstairs to have a beer & help wherever I can!

It's 3:30pm & the cake is delivered. The stage for the Band has just been finished.

Mother has hired The Frequency Band for tonight. Mother is a perfectionist, everything must be right. She's hire fifty extra staff for the Party, she loves JR. He was her first Grandchild!

Dinner will be finger sandwiches & hors d’oeuvres, as well as cake & ice cream; served during the party! Dress is casual.......

t's 5:30pm, the band has arrived & setting up! Though not like when he was a child, this party will still be big.......

6:00pm, the guests are arriving & the band is already playing music. They're quite good actually, from LA is what I hear!

7:00pm & the party is in full swing. Kids & adults alike are dancing. They're playing all the latest favorites. Drinks are being served but Alcohol is in one tent under the control of Huntington. Soda & Fruit Punch in another, self serve! There's Sweet Tea for the asking.....

8:00pm, the band starts playing Happy Birthday to John Ross, & a table is rolled out with a cake!

Two candles in the shape of the number sixteen, on top of a Beautiful Black Cake. JR makes a wish, blows out the candles, takes a knife & cuts the first piece.

Kellyanne hands her gift first. The ring & a kiss! She says: ~John Ross, take this ring as a symbol of my everlasting love for you. Happy Birthday John Ross, may you have many more!~ He slipped the ring on his finger & kissed her. He says: ~Kellyanne, I'll never take it off for as long as I live!~

He begins to open the many gifts from everyone here.

Mary bought him a Beautiful Compass inscribed: "To my son: Wherever your journey in life may take you, I pray you'll always be safe.

ENJOY THE RIDE & NEVER FORGET YOUR WAY HOME. I'm Always Here For You; Mom"! The compass is made of Gold in a Sailor's pocket watch casing. Quite elegant, I could see him trying to hold back tears!

I got him a Man's music box with my recorded words to him: "To my son: SOMETIMES IT'S HARD TO FIND WORDS TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME. IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN Loving you & breathing I WOULD USE MY LAST BREATH TO SAY ~I LOVE YOU~ I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO LOVE YOU, I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO SUPPORT YOU. You will always be my baby boy. ~Love Dad~"

My Parents got him a Pocket watch with the inscription: "To my Grandson: Never forget that I Love you. I hope you believe in yourself as much as I do.

George & Lucy gave him a Gold wristwatch.My Brothers gave him a check for a thousand dollars. My Sister & Bill gave him an authentic Navy 1860 Officers Cutlass with His name on it, inscribed: "With His Swift & Terrible Sword "

It's 11:00pm. JR received well over two hundred gifts. He will have to leave some of them behind when he returns to the Academy on Thursday!

11:59pm & were getting ready to countdown to the New Year. Were counting down from 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 & the Fireworks display goes off as the band plays "Auld Lang Syne" The new Year's Anthem! I take my wife in my arms , kiss her, really kiss her & tell her : ~I love you Mary!~ She replies back: ~I love you my Harry!~ Everyone is kissing, singing & wishing all well! It's now 1:00am & the Fireworks Display is over. The band has played it's last set & everyone's leaving! Everything went well & we all had a great time. It's New Year's day & JR goes back to school tomorrow. We will be going home too! It's been a great vacation except for losing Rachael!

We say Goodnight & go upstairs. We're tired, The baby senses we're here. Mary nurses him before we lay down. She lays little Harry down, we lay down & fall asleep in each other's arms!Wednesday, January 1, 20206:00am, I've decided to let Mary get some rest after a long night. I change little Harry, feed him with stored Breast milk in a bottle, burp & play with him a little while! This brings memories back of when JR was a newborn! He fell asleep in my arms, I lay him on his back in the Bassinet! It 8:00am, I wake Mary up to see if she's hungry. She wants to sleep another hour,I go downstairs & Brunch is being served. I ask Huntington to assure that Mary has something to eat when she wakes up. I sit down & eat, it's only myself, my parents & Mary's parents! Seems like everyone else decided to sleep in..... I say Good morning & they reply almost simultaneously: ~Good morning Harry!~ Mother asks: ~Sleep well son?~ I reply: Yes Mother, I did; Thank you! She says: ~How's Mary & the Baby, is Harry Jr sleeping through the night?~ I reply: ~Yes Mother, he is & Mary's sleeping in another hour!~ She replies: ~Good, a new Mother need as much rest as she can get!~ Mary's Mother adds: ~Yes they do! Harry, you're a good man, our daughter loves you very much & so do we! We feel Blessed having you part of the Family & you to John Ross!~ I reply: ~She is my Blessing Laura, she & my children are my life. I'm more than proud to be part of the Family & I love you two as well!~

8:30am, JR sits down at the table, followed by Kellyanne! They both say Good morning & sit down at the table. JR remarks: ~I'm starving!~9:15am Breakfast is over. Huntington has told Cook to hold Breakfast for an hour in case the rest of the Family is hungry! I go back upstairs & check on Mary. I find she's up & the baby seems to be hungry again. She's nursing him! I call downstairs to the kitchen & have them send Mary's Breakfast up to the room!...... We've got to pack & get ready for our trip home. JR's flight takes off for Valley International at 5:30am & the rest of us are scheduled to take off for Miami International at 7:15am! My wife finishes nursing little Harry, I take & burp him so she can eat! She says: ~Lord, I can really use a strong cup of regular coffee! But our son is more important! But just as soon as he stops nursing, I'm going to nurse on a whole pot of Community!~ She laughs, but she's more serious than she let's on..... I'm having fun with little Harry! He sure does smile allot, but Mary says it's gas! I think he smiles because he's a Happy baby! I put our son in his Bassinet because he's fallen asleep! I sit next to my wife & say: ~Mary Grace Newport, I love you! You married me & gave me life. You took my son as your own & raised him! Now you've given me another son! You have been & are my life. I'm truly Blessed! Thank you Mary, I only hope I tell you enough!~ She replies: ~Harry, you tell & show me every day! It fills my heart with joy & happiness everytime I hear your words. I love you Harry, with every essence of my being! I live for you Harry, you're my heart & soul!~ We embrace & kiss for more than a few minutes! We go ahead & pack up everything we can for now. We have laundry that has to be brought up to the room later!

Were just going to hangout with the Family today, we're going to miss them all very much! JR & I will visit the Cemetery this afternoon, so he can see Julia's & his Grandparents graves one more time before he goes back to Texas! He wants to plant flowers on the graves........ I think he wants to tell Julia thank you for his gift. I know that sounds strange but so do I, there's no other explanation!We go downstairs & everyone is congregating in the Game room. Mother has declared this day, "Family Day"! She says: ~We see far too little of each other, & I think it nice if we spend the day enjoying each other's company!~...... She has Finger sandwiches, Olives, Dill pickles, Cheeses, Sweets & Drinks set up on a table. We'll not have to stop for lunch, yet we can eat as we wish! I & George immediately challenge my Brothers to a game of Eight ball! I'm quite good at this, though it's been a while..... Father is acting as Barkeep! My Sister & our wives are Bowling on the indoor alley! Mary's parents & Mother are playing cards! JR & Kellyanne are playing Table Soccer!......... it's 4:30pm & as promised, I borrow Father's car: I & JR are enroute to Newport Cemetery to place flowers on Julia's & her Parent's graves. We'll place them on my Grandparents grave as well! It's 5:30pm & already getting dark. We leave the Cemetery enroute back to the Mansion. It's 5:55pm & as we're walking in the doors, Huntington rings: ~Dinner is being served in the Dining room!~ We all have our last Dinner as a Family! It's 7:30pm & Dinner is over. We retire to the Drawing room & share a little more time together. We plan next Christmas vacation together. It's 9:00 & we say our Goodbyes to my siblings. Mine & Mary's Parents will be up to say Goodbye in the morning. The Chauffeur will drive us to the Airport, theirs eight of us with the Babies & Father's Car won't have enough room. We say Goodnight & go upstairs so we can be fresh in the morning. Mary nurses little Harry while I take my shower! After; I take, burp & play with him while Mary takes a shower! I see him smiling more & more, warming my heart with everyone! He falls asleep in my arms & I lay him down on his back! I didn't know that SIDS was a growing threat in the USA & laying a baby on their stomach or side was the leading cause! Mary taught me that! She's a very cautious Mom & I thank the Good Lord for it! We lay down & I say: ~Mary Grace Newport, I love you!~ She replies: ~Harry Joseph Newport, you are my whole life &I Love you!~ We fall asleep in love!

Thursday January 2, 2020

It's 2:30am & we get up. Mary nurses the Baby while I wash up, brush my teeth & shave. I call for Huntington: ~Please take our bags down to the Limousine. Mary finishes feeding the little Harry, I take & burp him while my wife washes up & gets dressed. We go downstairs & meet up in the Dining room. Mother has arranged for an early Breakfast so we don't leave hungry! It's 3:30am & we say our Goodbyes. Mary & her Mother are crying & Mother is doing her best to hold tears back. They kiss, hug & kiss us all again as we walk out the doors! Father walks us out while the others stand on the stairs! He says: ~Harry, I love you kids, please have a safe trip. John Ross, you too, make sure you make next year son! Bye you all & take care of our Grandkids, I'm talking to you too. You're family too now! George replies: ~aye Mr Newport Sir!~

I tell my Father,: ~I love you Father, we'll call you as soon as we land! Bye now!~ It's 4:00am & were enroute to the Airport. Its 4:35am, we arrive at Valdosta Regional & the Baggage Valet loads our baggage onto a cart. JR checks in & the kids say their final Goodbye. Kellyanne is crying & makes JR promise to write every day! He hugs me & tells me that he loves me. He hugs & kisses Mary Goodbye & tells her he loves her. She's crying again! He kisses his little Brother & Anabel, he's only got so long until Boarding, so he has to get through Security! Its 5:30am & his flight takes off on time!

JR has one more year until he Graduates in June 2021. He's already been accepted & will enter Annapolis Naval Academy in January of 2021 He'll attend four years thereafter; he'll be Commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant & serve a minimum of five years in the Marine corps! That boy has made us proud!

It's 6:15am & we're allowed to check in. We walk through Security & to the Boarding gate where we'll wait until allowed to board.. 6:30am & we're boarding the plane. It's 7:00am & our flight takes off on time! Its 11:20am & were on approach to Miami. Suddenly; we start climbing & are ordered to stay seated & buckled. We have a landing gear stuck & are circling the Airport! There's some panic, but all in all; most stay calm! We circle for twenty minutes & it begins to look like we're going to have to land without the the front Landing gear! Now I begin to worry a little! But I look at Mary & she says: ~It'll be fine Harry, God has us covered~ Suddenly; the front Landing gear comes down. Relief is felt all over the plane, people begin to cheer & clap! Mary turns to me, smiles & says: ~See Harry God is watching over us!~ I remember calling my wife an Angel sent by God, now I'm sure of it! She didn't worry at all, she knew we'd be ok! We're on approach again. We land & it's 11:50am. Late but safe! God is Great!!!! We get through Security, get our Bags from the Carousel & have our wives & Babies sit down & rest. George & I walk across to the Parking Garage & pick up my car. We drive around to the loading zone & help Mary, Lucy & Kellyanne into the back seat with the Babies. George & I load our bags & we're enroute home! I'm going to miss everyone but I'm so happy to be home! It's 1:00pm & we drop George & his Family off, they're looking tired & happy to be too! Kellyanne is still sad but she'll get over it! We're enroute to our house. It's 1:20pm & Home sweet Home! I help Mary into the house & come back for the bags. Mary takes our son into the Nursery & says: ~My sweet little child, welcome home Baby Harry!~ She lays him down in his crib & sings a Lullaby: The song is called "Sweet Dreams ". I've never heard it but it's quite beautiful! Mary is a wonderful Mother. I go in the kitchen & prepare lunch, as they don't serve food on flights anymore! Simple Ham & Cheese, Dill pickles, Lays lightly salted chips, Sweet tea! We sit, eat lunch & talk about all that's happened. We finish & she says: ~Harry my Love, I'm going to lay down & take a nap; I'm just feeling so tired!~ I reply: ~Darling, sleep well, you need to rest!~ I go into the Library & check my messages. I need to start the "Willow" back up after Vacation! Looks like I have a scheduled trip on Monday, January 6! I give George a heads up, grab a cold one & relax! It's 4:00pm & I think I'm going to cook dinner for Mary. She'll be awake soon & hungry, she has enough to do just taking care of the baby! I prepare Baked Chicken, Macaroni & cheese, Garlic Bread & I'll wait to see what she wants to drink!It's 5:00pm & Mary comes down. She's pleasantly surprised. We sit down to dinner & enjoy each other's company. We finish up & retire to the Living room. We sit on the Loveseat, listen to music & just cuddle. She has Baby monitors set up everywhere in case he wakes up..... He sleeps until 8:00pm, Mary says to me: ~I'll be back my love, let me nurse him, he's hungry! She goes up, feeds him & is back in my arms within twenty minutes! I love my wife & enjoy spending time with her. I am a CUDDLER! I love cuddling & showing her how much I love her! It's 11:00pm & she asks: ~How about a snack?~ I reply: ~Sounds great Darling~ She goes in the kitchen, goes in the pulls out two thinly cut steak out of the freezer & chops them up with onions & Bell peppers. She grabs four eggs & shredded cheese out of the refrigerator. She's making steak & cheese omelets! That's my favorite omelet, she knows me so well! We sit down & eat. We finish, I handle the little cleanup there is. She goes up & nurses the Baby. I'm done & I follow her to find her waiting for me, under the covers. She says: ~Come on Big boy, I need you!~ She smiles, winks & exposes her naked body! Goodnight all!

Duke Sherman

To Be Continued

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All of This: Part 3

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Being a manager had it’s perks. One of them being that you were able to leave early or come in late if need be.

You were grateful your authoritative status could come into play today. Though Eli hired movers to have all of Gabe’s things put in Eli’s new home (ahem, mansion), he still wanted your opinion on decorating. You were up late helping him decide between a pale coral and lavender colour for the window sidings in one of the many guest rooms. You found yourself rather neutral and Gabe was so indecisive, you two never even ended up making a decision.

“Y/N, there’s a caller waiting to speak with you,” Robert, the office receptionist, informed you.

“Oh!” You sprinted toward your office and sat your things down before answering the call that was on hold. You placed the call on speaker as you logged in to your computer. “This is Y/N.”

“One moment please,” a soft voice replied. Huh? It sounded like it was being transferred to another line and rang once before someone picked up.

“So, I’m kind of hungry and I was thinking that if you like that shitty excuse for Chinese food, that you’d love actual, authentic Asian cuisine.” Someone began rambling away on the line and you picked up the phone to make sure you heard the person correctly.

“I’m sorry? Who is this?” You frowned as you turned up the volume on the phone.

A loud sigh met your ear. “Jesus, Prude. It’s Logan!” You could practically hear him roll his eyes on the other end.

“Wha-what? Why are you calling me? Did you dial the wrong number? How did you even get this number?” You glanced down to make note of where he was calling from.

“You told me where you worked, remember?” Logan cleared his throat as he went on. “I was on hold for like 30 minutes, where the hell have you been?”

You couldn’t help but to laugh at the man. You still had no idea why he was even calling you in the first place. “Well if you managed to get a hold of my work number, I assume you could’ve easily gotten my cell number. Especially since you’ve been waiting for me to come in this whole time...”

“Are you saying you’re going to finally give me your number?”

You sighed as you placed the call back on speaker and checked your emails. “How can I help you, Logan?”

“I told you I’m hungry. Have you already eaten?”

His response made you stop reading an an email you needed to respond to. Was he asking you to lunch?

“Helloooo?” Logan’s obnoxious voice broke you out of your thoughts. “God, you people have shitty service.”

“If you’re hungry, you should probably eat. I just got in for the day, so I won’t be able to join you...if that’s what you’re asking,” you whispered the last bit, wincing at your own words. There’s no way he was actually asking you out, right?

“Dinner then? Since you’re a top dog at your job now, you can leave whenever you want. I’ll make a reservation for 7. Do you know where Sea Harbour is? Get there around 6:30, I’ll pick you up and...” Logan rambled out some extravagant dinner plan, telling you where to be at what time and to “dress nice but in something you can actually afford”.

You didn’t even have time to reply before he hung up the phone and you were left staring at the new email his secretary sent you: a reservation confirmation for dinner.

What the hell?

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“He asked you to dinner?” Gabe whispered, clearly still at work and not wanting anyone to hear him.

“Yes! And I have no idea what to do!” You were packing your things up, looking at the time. It was 5:30 now and if you were truly going to meet up with Logan, you’d have to leave now to beat traffic.

“Do you want to go?”

“No! I don’t know! I mean he was fine to talk to at the housewarming party, but I don’t know what we’re supposed to do at dinner...” You waved to some of the employees still working as you made your way downstairs.

“I feel like it’s pretty obvious what he wants,” Gabe laughed.

“What does that mean?” You frowned as you unlocked your car and tossed your bag in the passenger seat.

Gabe sighed and seemed to put the phone closer to his mouth so he could be even more quiet. “He wants to...you know...fu-”

“Oh my god!!! Please! Stop!” You’d just turned on the car and connected the bluetooth at Gabe’s response.

“Ay! You asked!”

“Well, it’s not what I want...so...” You sat in your car for a little while longer as you spoke with Gabe before deciding on just going. You looked down at your clothes and figured your outfit would have to do. It was a basic black dress with a blazer. If anything, you could just take off the blazer and appear a bit more dressy.

Traffic was a bitch but once you parked where Logan instructed, you reapplied your lipstick and brushed your hair back. “Why am I even doing this?” You whispered to yourself as you looked in your rear view mirror. “He doesn’t even have my number. How are we supposed to find each other in this random car park?”

Logan seemed to have heard you since your window was rolled down and he managed to scare you as he popped his head in beside you. “I found you because you’re right on time, the only person who didn’t use Valet parking, and...well, your car,” he made a face as he looked at the car door.

You frowned, turning off the car and jumping out. “What’s wrong with my car?”

“It’s fucked!” He laughed as he pointed to the dent on the side with mass amounts of chipped paint. “I noticed it when you were leaving Gabe and Eli’s that night. Sticks out like a sore thumb.”

You sighed as you followed his eyes toward the scratch on your car’s side. German insisted on driving your car one night when he was drunk and skidded another car on the highway before driving off. “Yeah, I see...”

“Let’s go, I’m starving!” Logan seemed to pay no mind to your mind wandering off.

He’d parked just behind you, pulling up when he saw you arrive. You tried not to show your fascination with his car. You knew he’d have some fancy, rich person vehicle, but Jesus... “You’re impressed,” he smirked, getting in the driver’s seat and waited for you to get in. “I haven’t driven this baby in a while. Thought I’d take her for a ride.”

“You have more than one car...that shouldn’t surprise me,” you scoffed and buckled your seat belt before Logan sped out of the lot.

Thankfully there was no chance to have awkward silence as he blasted music the second he drove off. You still couldn’t help the nerves that were building in your stomach. You had absolutely no idea as to why Logan was having you go to dinner with him.

Part of you knew Gabe was right...a huge part. But surely Logan has read you well enough to know that you weren’t exactly down for a one-night-stand. In your past, sure, why not? But German really fucked up a lot of things for you. Considering your relationship with him began as “friends with benefits”, you weren’t ready to jump in to another one of those.

Then again, did Logan even have friends? Now that you thought about it, you had only seen him in person a few times. Mostly at work, but even at the housewarming party and charity event, he just seemed to mingle with various people.

“We’re here. Ready to have your mind blown?” Logan seemed oblivious once again to you being stuck in your thoughts. A valet attendant opened your door and held out his hand for you. You smiled in greeting and waited for Logan who wiggled his brows at you with a grin. The hostess greeted you both at the front doors.

“Good evening,” the hostess nodded. “Name please?”

“Delos.”

“Right this way!” She opened the door to the restaurant and Logan walked ahead of you as you followed suit. A woman sauntered over and urged you two to follow her to your table before setting down two simple menus.

“Okay, I assume you won’t know what a lot of these things are since you’re just used to ‘orange chicken’,” Logan rolled his eyes as a gentleman came by to pull your chair out for you to sit down.

“Cut the shit, Logan,” you replied playfully which earned a large grin from him. “Just because I ordered cheap take-out doesn’t mean I don’t know...what...” You found yourself, admittedly, a little confused by the menu. So maybe you hadn’t had the pleasure of having “authentic” cuisine. While you two weren’t anywhere near Asia in general, you did google the place when Logan told you about it and saw all the raving reviews.

“That’s what I thought, Prude,” Logan grinned as he ordered you both some sake and dinner. “If you haven’t at least figured out that this is a Japanese style restaurant rather than Chinese-”

“Yes, I know, Logan,” you resisted rolling your eyes as you shrugged off your blazer and put it on the back of your chair. Logan’s eyes wandered all over your chest and shoulders and you bit your lip in attempt to not giggle like a dork. “So...”

“So?” He smiled when the waiter placed your drinks on the table. “Cheers!”

“Cheers...”

This was going to be a long night.

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Talking with Logan seemed to become easier with each run in you two had. You wondered why you were even nervous to meet up with him in the first place. He shared stories about pissing his dad off (you caught on to them not having the best relationship), his soon to be brother-in-law (who sounded boring as hell) and wild parties he’d thrown at his house.

“I told him to piss off, but...well, if you ever get the displeasure of getting to know my dad, you’d know what his response was,” Logan had just finished his third drink and you were still reveling in his last story.

“So your parents didn’t care that you were throwing all of these parties as a kid?” You shook your head with a laugh. “My parents would’ve killed me.”

“Probably because your parents care about you,” he raised his empty glass at you as he waived down the waiter. “So, the reason I invited you here tonight...”

There were the nerves again. You’d forgotten that Logan must’ve had a real reason to wanting to go out with you. He could get easy conversation from anybody. He doesn’t need that from you.

“I have a proposition for you,” he leaned forward with his hands clasped together.

“Oh...what’s that?”

“I have a favor to ask of you...which, in return, I’d be more than happy to do something for you.” Logan kept his eyes focused on yours, ready to read whatever reaction your face would give away.

“Okay...”

“That Dior dress you’re trying to pay off? I’ll pay it for you. Not a big deal for me. Not anywhere near enough to make a dent in my pocket,” he shrugged and opened his hand to silence you as you opened your mouth to interject. “Don’t. You can’t afford it. No point in working yourself into cardiac arrest.”

You groaned internally and rolled your eyes far back into your head. “What exactly would I be doing for you in return?”

“Go to Westworld with me,” he said simply.

You made a face which Logan jerked his head in response to. You found yourself swallowing a lump in your throat as you remembered German and Gabe's trip. “Westworld? That park your company owns?”

Logan nodded once.

“Why?” you eyed him suspiciously and leaned forward as well.

When German went to Westworld, he-

“I scratch your back, you scratch mine. That’s what favors are, right? Someone does one good thing for another person...they pay them back with another good thing.” He pursed his lips and leaned back in his chair.

“I didn’t ask you to pay for the dress, though. I can take care of it myself,” you grumbled under your breath. As funny as Logan’s “poor people” jokes could be, you didn’t like being the butt of them.

“Right. Which is why in thanks for my gratuity, I was hoping you’d agree to go with me. Just a quick trip. Nothing too grand...it’d be a week tops.” He waved for the check as you pushed your plate to the side of the table, now empty.

Thinking back to German’s time in the park, you came to a quick conclusion. “No.”

“What?” Logan didn’t seem to be expecting that response. “Why not?”

“I’m not going to this real life, video game-esque place. Doesn’t interest me,” you wiped your lips on the napkin and Logan didn’t even seem to notice the check was now beside him.

His lips parted in awe as he stared at you. “Do you have any idea how much money it costs to go for even one day?” You shook your head. “How many people are put on a wait list just to go?” Another shake of your head. “And you don’t want to embark on this journey for free?” You shrugged. “Not only am I paying for that dress, but I’d make sure you wouldn’t have to pay for shit at this place.”

“I didn’t ask you to pay for the dress, nor did I ask you to bring me to this theme park of yours. I don’t care about any of that, Logan.” You crossed your arms over your chest which diverted Logan’s attention for a moment. He seemed to be at a loss for words, for one, so you placed your blazer back on and stood up to leave. “Thanks for dinner. You were right, my mind was blown.”

You grabbed your purse and pulled your phone out to order an Uber back to the lot where your car was parked. You hadn’t ever thought you’d be asked to go to this Westworld place. You knew Gabe enjoyed his time at the park when him and German went. You also knew that German engaged in multiple sexual encounters during his stay. He argued with you that it was all “fake”, “meant nothing”, “didn’t count as cheating.” Only a month after that argument, you walked in on him fucking your very real coworker.

It seemed clear to you that Logan was trying to bribe you...to use you for something. He’s always seemed rather honest - an asshole, but honest - so you were at least curious to see why he’d ask you to go.

“Y/N!” Logan called behind you, flailing his arm in the air to grab your attention. “Come on, I’m not used to someone walking away from me after I paid for their dinner.”

You scoffed, not even bothering to reply as you hit Confirm for the Uber ride. Logan snatched your phone from your hand and held it high above his head so you couldn’t reach while he plastered a shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m not going to Westworld,” you shook your head, wanting this conversation to be over with.

“Just listen to me for a second,” he breathed. “Now. Besides the fact that you would have so much fun you’d wet yourself,” he started which you responded with a roll of your eyes. “I need someone’s opinion on a few things.”

You pursed your lips in thought. “What kind of things?”

“Narratives, hosts in the park...”

“Do you not have friends to take? Someone you could hire?” You raised your brow before realizing this was basically his way of hiring you.

“I need someone else’s opinion...you know, a normal person,” he gestured toward you with his hands.

A light went off in your head then. “You mean a poor person,” you nodded. Logan smiled at your understanding. “A poor person like me who couldn’t afford to go even if she sold every last bit of her belongings.”

“Yes, exactly!” He was nodding enthusiastically and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back to the valet with him. “You’ll get to experience something most people have only ever dreamt about getting to do! You’ll be able to shoot the bad guys, fuck the person of your dreams, busy yourself with side tasks...”

“Literally none of that sounds appealing at all to me,” you frowned, blushing at his waist touching your own.

“I can assure you this will be the best time of your life. You’ll truly find yourself out there. I’ll even finally be able to see the real Y/N,” he smirked. He gave his name to the valet attendant and turned back to face you with his arm still around your waist. “Think about it?”

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Logan hadn’t stopped pestering you about going with him for the entire ride back to your car. “You can take all your stress out on the hosts in the park without any consequence!”

“Okay, Logan, I get it,” you sighed as he parked behind your car. “Thanks again for dinner.”

“Give me your phone,” he snatched it out of your hand once more and put it in front of your face for the facial recognition to unlock your phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting my number in here so when you’re done contemplating this amazing trip and decide to finally tell me, ‘Oh my god, yes!’, then you can text me,” Logan typed his number in quickly before placing it back in your lap. “Though I’d much rather hear you say that in person...while you’re underneath me-”

“Jesus Christ, Logan!” You shrieked as you opened the car door.

“Or on top of me, I don’t have a preference!” He called out before you slammed the passenger door closed.

You ignored his blabbering as you got into your own car. You were going to have to talk to Gabe about this. Not only about dinner and Logan offering to take you to Westworld...

But also that you were considering going.

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i-am-a-mes · 5 years

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Love Uncovered Ch.8

Plot: The story is set in 1920s London, where Tom Hiddleston is put on the case of Y/N Chudwell’s husband murder. Will he solve it? Will she keep her social status? Or will they uncover something even bigger?

Warning: Angst, anxiety, kidnapping

A/N: Another one for ya’

Thanks to my darling @jj-trickster for being my beta!

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Chapter 8

Her entire body felt heavy as she slowly woke up. The first thing she felt was the pounding headache from the chloroform, it felt like her head was filled with lead. Second thing she felt was the rag that gagged her, it was bound so tightly that she could feel it gnawing at the corners of her mouth and the slight taste of copper filled her mouth.

As she squinted her eyes open slowly, she only saw darkness. There was no light source except a tiny little sliver of light on the floor, which she presumed came from the bottom of a door in front of her. She tried to move, but quickly found her body, arms and legs tied to a chair. The chair itself was a cushioned one, and in any other circumstances would have been rather comfortable, but do to the tight restraints, gag and headache she was anything but comfortable.

While she looked around in the darkness, trying to find any indication of where she was held or who had taken her, her nose was filled with a wet, moldy smell. The only conclusion she came to was she must be in some basement of sorts.

But who had taken her, and why? She had honestly no idea and a small sob left her. What was she going to do? Did anybody even know that she was missing. She surely hoped so. Fear and anxiety swelled up in her chest, and she began to cry softly, feeling hopeless and alone.

After some time, she had calmed herself a bit more, and decided to look for clues to where she was or who had taken her. Her eyes had gotten used to the darkness, but could still not make out anything of importance but then she heard something. Something from outside the door. Two sets of heavy footsteps came slowly walking by the door, and then stopped what seemed just in front of it.

“What the fuck are we gonna do with the gal, mate?”

“Ah Jesus Christ! Do I have to explain everything to you a thousand times over and over?”

A large sigh was heard.

“That William bloke didn’t pay us shit, therefor: Dead!. Now the top guy wants his money and some extra for all the hassle. And that little shitface Jonathan is nowhere to be found, so who is gonna give us the money?”

Silence was the only answer to the question.

“Holy fuck, you ain’t that smart ey? Richard Y/L/N! He is gonna drop some serious money to get his daughter back!”

Another brief silent moment

“Aaaahh that’s clever!”

During the entire chat from outside her chamber slash prison cell, she held her breath, and felt the tears coming down her cheeks. She prayed, god she prayed that they would stay on that side of the door.

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Back at the station, Tom was running his long fingers through his hair and letting out a deep sigh. How was all of this connected? He tried to lay out the information so far:

So Jonathan tried to help Scarlet and therefore promised the Bucksons to pay off her debts by letting them in on the import business, which William then found out.

They sought him out when William didn’t respond to the threats made to him.

But who broke into the safe? And that brown piece of cloth..?

And why had they taken Lady Chudwell? William was dead.. Maybe by their hands, so they couldn’t get money from him anymore.

As he sat deep in his thoughts, looking over the casefiles for the millionth time, his door sprung open with a bang, and filling out the doorway was Richard Y/L/N.

“This… This was sent to my address. For the love of god tell me you have any idea where my girl is!”

His voice was a mixture of sadness, anger and desperation, and in his hand he held a slightly crumpled piece of paper.

Tom looked up at the large man with his brow furrowed in confusion and determination.

He took the paper that was handed to him and read.

Mr. Y/L/N

We got your precious daughter. We want 40,000£ delivered to the enclosed address on Monday the 15th at 8 o’clock.

If not.. You will never see her again and you don’t want to think about what will happen to her.

“Sir, when did you receive this?” Tom stood and walked around his desk to stand in front of Richard.

“Just now, my maid delivered it with my breakfast and paper. I came here as soon as possible”

Tom could hear the sadness and fear in Mr. Y/L/N voice. Tom gently placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“I promise you that I will find her and that no harm will come to her or so help me”

Their eyes locked for a moment, before Mr. Y/L/N nodded and left the Inspector’s office.

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Tom looked over at the rundown part of town for a second time. He sighed as he got out of his car. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy. With the Bucksons’ influence on the people in this town, and especially in Villiers, most likely nobody was going to talk. But he had to try, for her sake. He closed his eyes for a second and her face flashed before him, her smile and her Y/C eyes stood so clearly in his mind. He had to find her!

He knew he had to talk to Scarlet, but he also knew that he couldn’t go willy nilly in, and he also had the disadvantage of not knowing if she was working tonight. He decided to walk around the neighbourhood, trying to eavesdrop in on some gossip, before going to Scarlet’s pub.

He didn’t really get any palpable information after half an hour, so he decided to head for the pub. As soon as his feet touched the doorstep he fell into his character from before, the shifty nervous copper.

The same barkeep from before was managing the taps, and as soon as he saw Tom, a lopsided smile came on his lips.

“Hmmf. Back so soon lad? Well, Scarlet does have that effect on men”

Tom smiled a half smile and shrugged his shoulders.

“Is she here tonight?” He asked a bit timidly - staying in character, while his insides were jumping to beat any information out of anyone who looked remotely suspicious, which meant everyone in the pub.

“Yeah yeah… Think she is free know, kinda a slow night. You can go to her room… if..”

The man looked at Tom with a knowing look and held out his hand slowly.

Tom nervously handed him 20£ and nodded.

“Go right ahead, sir, and enjoy” The barkeep said with a smirk while folding the bill in his pocket on his vest.

Tom headed slowly up the stairs, despite having the urge to run to Scarlet’s chamber, but he knew for Y/N’s sake that he needed to play this right, if he was going to have a chance to find her quickly.

Two soft knocks came on Scarlet’s door, and quietly the door was opened. Tom could see that Scarlet was not expecting him of all people here, so it was with a surprised look in her eyes and in her voice as she greeted him, and let him inside.

“What are you doing here?” The Scottish accent came as a soft whisper as the door was fully closed and locked.

“Lady Chudwell has been kidnapped, and I suspect the Bucksons might have something to do with it. I need your help.”

Tom tried his hardest to sound as professional as possible, but Scarlet could tell that this was more than just a case for the Inspector. She could tell by the look in his eyes and the softness of his voice as he spoke her name.

“Oh lad! This is not good, not good at all.”

She sat on her stool in front of her vanity. Tom sat on the edge of her bed, looking at her.

There was an awkward silence for a moment. Tom began fiddling with the rim of his hat.

“Jonathan is being very helpful in all of this. He sends his love” The words came out softly and with a hint of tenderness. Scarlet swirled around on her stool with a big smile on her face and tears on the brim of her eyes.

“Really??” She said with joy and hope.

“He also told me that you could help me with the location of the Buckson’s hideout or headquarters”

Her smile faded again and she looked down at her wringing hands as she sighed. After what felt like an eternity for the Inspector, she spoke up.

“There is this mansion a little outside of the city. It’s not very hard to find. They love to show off all their money and wealth, even though they got them the way they did.”

There was anger bubbling inside of her.

She swallowed her anger and began telling Tom about the house and the layout. She knew this, because when she was done “entertaining” them, she could walk freely as they had no need for her anymore and therefore she was invisible to them for the remainder of the night.

“They most likely have her in their dungeon as they call it. But it’s just a basement, a moldy one at that. There is a back entrance to it from the south of the house, which has a small forrest just nearby it. I think you can sneak in from there”

Tom scribbled as fast as he could on his pad and thanked Scarlet a thousand times.

I’m coming for you Y/N! Just hang on

The thought stayed in his mind the entire ride back to the station.

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It was about dusk when Tom parked his car at the edge of a forest. Checking his pistol and his flashlight. He had told the Superintendent about Scarlet and the Bucksons and the ransom note Mr. Y/L/N had received. Tom was itching to go to the mansion, but his Superintendent wanted him to wait for a search order and do it during the daylight. Tom tried to convince him to let the raid happen now because of Lady Chudwell’s life being in danger. But the Superintendent wouldn’t budge. So now Tom stood here alone with his gun and flashlight, ready to rescue her on his own.

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beatriceinmessina · 5 years

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Halloween Terrorfest, Day VIII: ‘Call in the spirits’

(A note: This one is one of my favorites that I’ve written. I hope you get a laugh or two from it.)

“This is the stupidest idea you have ever had.”

“No, that was when he talked us into eating from those cans and we all got food poisoning for a month.”

“I still think that wasn’t veal in mine. Goldner’s is people. It’s people and we’re cannibals.”

“It’s not people, George, enough with the Soylent Green bullshit,” Edward sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“You agreed to it because we need your house and you haven’t got any other friends,” Henry said. He frowned and leaned closer. “No wonder you don’t. You’ve got like, the worst case of Resting Sad Face. How can you go around all day looking like a kicked puppy?”

“I agreed to it because Sol’s in Gloucestershire visiting his aunt. If he were here I would have said no and spent the evening at his place.”

“And then you would have died,” said Henry, “because you would have fucked and then a murderer would have gotten you. Rules of horror, remember?”

“Like that hasn’t stopped you from--”

“We’re going to die for this,” John interrupted nervously. “We’re not supposed to mess with spirits.”

“Please,” Edward snorted. “The odds of ghosts showing up are zero.”

“I don’t know about that,” Henry said, apparently deep in thought. “Didn’t you say your parents got this because it was way cheaper than it should have been? Property value dropped because ghosts. You practically live in the Murder House.”

“I hate that season.”

“I still don’t understand why you think Hotel is the greatest thing ever,” grumbled John, who thought the entire show was too ridiculous to be any fun.

“Because James Patrick March is hilarious, that’s why.”

“I thought it was because you think Evan Peters with a mustache and a weird accent is hot,” George said, and Edward whirled on him.

“I told you that in confidence!”

“Well, we all know that I’ve got a thing for Sister Mary Eunice when she’s possessed, so I don’t know why you get to keep yours a secret.”

“Wait,” Henry said, an evil grin spreading across his face, “he told me he wished John Lowe was real so he could, and I quote, ‘rail me until--’”

“ENOUGH!” Edward shouted. “One more word about this and the only ghosts in my house will be you three!”

“Alright, alright,” sighed Henry, throwing up his hands in defeat. “Lead the way, Violet Harmon.” Edward gave him a death glare and unlocked the door.

“If I’m Violet, you’re Dandy Mott.”

“I look like Finn Wittrock? Thanks.”

“No, you’re really fucking annoying and sometimes I want to strangle you.” Edward walked through the door and the others followed. As much as he hated to admit it, Henry was right--his house was exactly the type to have ghosts. 47 Franklin Street was a gothic Victorian mansion in all but size, built of stone with one part of the building sectioned off into an honest-to-god tower with a balcony on its roof. His parents had loved the aesthetic and decorated the interior accordingly, and now he spent half his time at home wondering if he was supposed to inherit the place, marry some wealthy American heiress, and poison her for her money. Except he didn’t have an insane sister to screw, so he’d have to push his wife off the upstairs railing himself. Great.

“Wow,” John said as he came into the entrance hall. “Feels like the House of Usher.”

“Blame my mum and dad. They love that kind of stuff.”

“You hiding any vampire brides in this place?” Henry asked. “Sol will be furious.”

“No,” Edward ground out from between clenched teeth and wondering why he was ever friends with Henry in the first place.

“Where are we going?” George asked as Edward led them up the winding staircase. Edward didn’t answer and continued on his way until they reached his mum’s office, which had a door in the ceiling. Wheeling her chair over its general area, he climbed atop it (which was a bad idea of the highest order because it was a swivel chair and wouldn’t stop twisting this way and that) and, struggling to keep his balance, managed to get a hold on the door-handle and pull it open so he could retrieve the ladder which folded out downwards from it. John’s jaw dropped.

“The attic? You want us to go… the bloody attic? There’ll be rats -- and cockroaches!”

“We got an exterminator the week we moved in, it’s fine up there,” Edward said. “Come on. You wanted a seance and the attic’s the best place for one.”

“Sounds good to me!” Henry chirped, and began his ascent. Edward followed, then George, and finally a reluctant John, muttering about how they would all die of rabies if the rats didn’t bite them to death first. Once they were all safely inside Edward turned on the light and pulled up the door. The attic was spacious and his parents had decided to use it as a storage space for everything they didn’t need all the time, so boxes were stacked up against the wall. Henry looked disappointed, and Edward rolled his eyes.

“What were you expecting? The bodies of my dead wives? Dracula in his coffin? Sorry.”

“Jesus Christ, we’re feeling feisty today. Let’s do this thing.” Henry sat down and pulled out his phone. “I’ve got the instructions right… here…” He looked up. “Come on, sit down.” They all followed his suit and looked to him for further instruction. “Okay, now we join hands.”

“If any of you jerked off before this and didn’t wash your hands after,” George said, “you have to tell me.” John gaped at him, aghast.

“You’re… it’s a school day! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Just a precaution.”

“I hate all of you right now.”

“Join hands already!” Henry barked, suddenly impatient, and, with much groaning and grunting, they did. “Close your eyes.”

“You better not be using this as an excuse to put a spider on my face,” John muttered.

“That was one time and it was the tiniest spider ever. Now shut up, we have to concentrate.” Henry shut his eyes and began to hum off-key. Edward resisted the increasingly strong urge to get up, open the door, and throw him down to the office. Maybe he should have cut class and taken a bus to Cheltenham so he could let Sol fuck him into oblivion. Or fuck Sol into oblivion, whichever. Either way would be incredibly preferable to Henry’s horrible scale-climbing.

“Should we have turned the lights off?” George asked. “I think the lights are supposed to be off for stuff like this.”

“Too late now, fuck you very much,” Henry singsonged, and resumed humming at a somewhat earsplitting pitch. He opened his eyes. “Spirits of this dwelling! We would speak to you!” he intoned, and Edward snorted. Henry glared at him and resumed. “We only need a few minutes of your time. Please grace us with your presence.”

“What if one’s a school shooter?” John whispered. “What if they’re all serial killers? Will we--”

“For the last time, I do not live in the Murder House!” hissed Edward, ready to drop his hands and throw himself down the ladder.

“John, you’re scaring them away!” Henry hissed in succession.

“He can’t scare them away because they don’t fucking exist!”

And then the lights went out.

“The fuck?” Henry whispered delightedly.

“This is how I die,” George moaned. “Tell my dad I’m sorry about the time he found Billy Gibson about to blow Cornelius in my closet.” Despite the darkness, Edward turned to him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“We were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven and it got out of hand. All I did was make out with Charlie Des Voeux a little,” he added quickly. “And it sucked. He bit my tongue. I have a scar, if you wanna see-”

“No one wants to see your tongue scar, George; why are we talking about this when there’s a ghost?” Henry squealed. “Just listen! I can hear it!”

Sure enough, there was a moaning from somewhere in the house, faint but creeping closer. John squeezed Edward’s hand tight enough to cut off the blood-flow, earning himself what sounded like a feral snap of the teeth at his ear. “Ned, did you just try and bite me?!”

“Well, I can’t think properly when you’re murdering my hand!”

“Who could it be?” Henry wondered aloud, seemingly oblivious to the distress surrounding him. “A man whose wife murdered him when she found out he cheated? A girl who was smothered by her father so she wouldn’t run away? A boy who fell off the roof? Candyman?”

“Candyman’s in America,” Edward grunted, trying to extract his hand from John’s death grip.

“Yeah, but he’s English in the short story. What if he moved back?”

“He didn’t because he’s not real -- ugh. John, let me go!”

“Oh god, I hope he is,” whispered Henry, and shivered.

Edward finally pulled his hand free, groaning and flexing his fingers. “Please tell me you’re not into him.”

“You want James Patrick March to shove his tongue down your throat, I want Daniel Robitaille to tell me he wants me right here and right now in that sexy deep voice of his. We’re all a little weird. Now be quiet!”

“You were the one who started theorizing--”

“Shut up!”

“I hope it’s Betelgeuse,” said George. “He’s fun.”

“Why would Betelgeuse moan like that?” asked Edward, but John had already started singing.

“Panic and stress, oh, ain’t it the best? The sound of a heart exploding inside a chest--”

“SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!” Henry bellowed. “I can’t hear it anymore. You scared the ghost away.”

But there the moaning was again, now coming right up through the floor. On and on it went as they all fell silent, until a few minutes had passed with the source still unrevealed.

“Maybe we need to open the door for it,” John whispered, now positively strangling a white-faced George’s hand. Henry shook his head.

“It’s a ghost. It can just, like, float up or teleport.”

“Maybe real ghosts are different than fictional ones,” George wheezed, tugging his arm away from John fruitlessly. “Open the door.”

“No.”

“Henry Thomas Dundas Le Vesconte,” Edward hissed, bled dry of every single drop of patience, “open the goddamn door so we can get this over with or I will honest-to-gods strangle you!”

“Fine, Dad.” Henry rolled his eyes and got up, walking over to the attic door and pulling it open. (The lights were, disappointingly, still working in the rest of the house.) A second of silence, and then he sucked in a terrified breath. “Oh, no. Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” Edward rose and went over to him. “If you’re screwing with me I swear -- fuck!” he yelped, seeing the source of the moaning.

It was no ghost that stared back at them. It was an enormous fluffy white cat, evidently lost.

Tuunbaq.

“No,” Henry whispered, backing away. “No, no, no. Oh shit, we’re stuck up here!”

“What is it?” George asked, dangerously pale. John made a nervous squeaking noise.

“The cat,” Edward said grimly. “Silna’s cat.”

“Silna’s cat?” John repeated.

“You know. Her cat who hates every single one of us.”

“Oh,” George mumbled, looking rather dizzy. “Her cat who… tried to chew off my arm…”

“John, let him go,” Edward snapped, still hanging over the edge of the open door. “Okay. Maybe we wait for him to leave?”

“He’ll still be in the house, he could maul us the second we think we’re safe,” John said, finally letting go of George’s hand, who flopped over onto the floor. “We should find stuff to throw at him.”

“Yeah, and if we kill him Silna and Harry never talk to us again.”

“That’s a small price to pay,” George squeaked from the floor. “I’m with John.”

Tuunbaq mewed and padded forward, climbing nimbly up the ladder and, before Edward could move, leapt onto his chest, knocking him down and meowing triumphantly, quite pleased with himself.

“Stupid… fucking… cat… get off me…”

“I mean…” Henry grinned. “This is actually kind of cute.”

“Cute? Cute? CUTE?! I have a demon cat on my chest!”

“Yeah, but look at him! He’s all curled up and purring. Like a big fuzzy snowball.”

“I don’t care. Get him off me.”

“Just give me a sec.” Henry already had his phone out and was snapping pictures. “Everyone’s gotta see the latest installment in the Murdering Cat saga.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Edward hissed, flipping Henry off with both hands.

“Ooh, sorry, I’m not willing to be a homewrecker unless you take me out a few times first. Now Fairholme from maths class? There’s a homewrecker. He broke up James Ross and Ann Coulman last month.”

“How?” George asked. “Who’d he screw?”

“Neither. He told Ann he saw James making out with Eleanor Porden in the Tesco car park and she broke up with him.”

“Was James doing that?”

“I don’t know. Fairholme’s a bit weird, I think he just likes destroying people’s happiness.”

“Hello? Demon cat!” Edward shouted. “Get him off me!”

“He’s sleeping now,” John said, leaning over cautiously. “Awwww. He’s not so bad when he’s sleeping.”

“Again, I don’t care. GET. HIM. OFF. ME.”

“Fine, jeez. Maybe we can just, like… push him off you, or something. If we’re careful he might stay asleep.” John cocked his head to the side, observing Tuunbaq carefully.

“Yes, great. Do that before he crushes my ribcage.”

Henry was the first to try, leaning over and cautiously prodding Tuunbaq with a finger. When the cat didn’t respond, he tried pushing him across Edward’s chest towards the floor. Still the cat slumbered. Another push. Another--

Tuunbaq was almost completely on the floor when his eyes snapped open and he launched himself into the air. “MOVE!” George roared with the sudden, thunderous force of a drill sergeant, and they all scrambled backwards from the flying white blur, who landed in the middle of the floor with his head held high.

If cats could smirk, Tuunbaq was doing just that. With another pleased mew he descended the ladder and disappeared from their sight. One by one they crept forth from the corners and peered over the edge. Tuunbaq seemed to be gone.

“We have to look for him,” Edward said, and the others looked at him, utterly astonished. “I am not living for who knows how long in fear of being mauled in my own house.”

“It’s your parents’ own house, technically,” John began, and Henry elbowed him. “Ow! Fine, let’s go. I hate this attic anyway.”

They climbed down the ladder, and, since they knew that splitting up always led to inevitable death in these kinds of situations, stuck closely together as they searched each room on the second floor, and then on the first. Even the basement and the tower yielded no sign of the cat, and once they came up from the former John pointed out an open window.

“He probably jumped out there,” he said. Edward blinked and stared at the window.

“That was closed. I know that was closed.”

“Magic,” Henry whispered, doing jazz hands. “Ghosts. Witches.”

“For the last goddamn time, my house is not haunted, and your stupid seance just proved it.”

“But that window--”

“Can I play a little?” George interrupted, gesturing to the grand piano in the living room. (For some reason it had been gathering dust in the basement when they’d moved in. No one played it, but Edward’s dad thought it pulled the room together.) “We’ve just got the upright at home.”

“Go ahead.” No sooner had George settled at the piano than the requests came flooding in.

“The Beatles--”

“Florence and the Machine--”

“Cabaret--”

“Stevie Nicks--” At the last one George nodded and started to play, picking out some notes on the lower keys before beginning a familiar tune on the higher ones. Edward promptly burst into song.

“Just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’ whoo, whoo, whoo. Just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’ whoo, baby, whoo, said whoo. And the days go by like a strand in the wind, in the web that is my own I begin again--”

“Jesus Christ,” said Henry. “Stevie you are not.”

“Yeah, and you can’t sing that well either. And none of us can dance. Do I have to sing this by myself? But that moment when I first laid eyes on him, all alone on the edge of seventeen -- just like the white-winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’ whoo, baby, whoo, whoo--”

George, John, and Henry joined in the singing, and, if they hadn’t been so busy only slightly butchering those immortal lyrics, they might have noticed the yellow cat’s eyes staring at them from behind the grandfather clock.

They had spoiled his nap. Tuunbaq would have his revenge.

#halloweenterrorfest #day 8 #the terror #the terror amc #edward little #henry le vesconte #george hodgson #john irving #tuunbaq #my lieutenant sons #(this is dumb and i'm proud of it)#(it's also way too long because i just kept adding to it)#akh's writing #akh.txt

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Why Aren’t You Scared of Me? Prologue

(This will turn into a series. I promise you. Also, This is a BNHA OC Story and won’t go with the right order of events. I am going off of the wiki pages and some fanfics I read. I only watch a bit of the first season recently and forgot things also will not be word for word but I am trying to find all the transcripts I can find. This is episodes 1 + 2. I’ll start 2 + 3 tomorrow. Also my spelling is trash as well as my grammar so if it’s bad in those areas, I know. )

Summary: Esther Osoro is an enigma. She was born to two wealthy pro-heroes who seemed dissatisfied with the female. Her quirk was more of a villain then a hero but again she had so many that they made it into one. This is the beginning of the most powerful person in the world.

Warnings: Swearing, Murder, Death, Gore.

Esther was happy. She finally realized what all of those voices were and she was quick to talk about it to her elder brothers, who were all named after famous gods as well as not being related to her ‘mother’ and ‘father’. The Quirk Doctor was surprised that her DNA held so many quirks that he told her parents that they made it into a whole category in of itself called Fear Raiser.

“You Monster!” Her parents didn’t seem so happy when they got home. Esther heard their conversations of giving her up for adoption for the words she spilled.

[Background on this young girl’s quirk:

Fear Raiser: A combination of multiple quirks. The most powerful of them all is Fear. Fear as a Quirk makes the user hear others fears and can create them. The user can also make it an illusion and use other people’s fear. Example of this is if the user is fighting someone who is scared of losing someone and the user can’t create them so they create a thunderstorm as someone else that is near or that they previously met is scared of thunder or the lighting. The User can also turn into that fear, but it does have it limitations. If someone’s fear is someone dying or themself dying, she cannot make that person die or the victim die unless she is not IN CONTROL. Ahem. Sorry. Anyways, another Quirk of her’s is Life or Animalia. They are close enough that they were included. Life makes her able to make plants grow or wilt. She can make vines appear if she wishes. Animalia gives her more power to become any animal, fictional or not so fiction. It doesn’t have to be someone’s fear. The next one is Angel. She can make beautiful black angel wings appear from her back. It also is very strong in that sense and is unbreakable. The last one is Black Sand. It is another Fear based quirk where she can make black sand appear. Think of Pitch Black Sand and then the villain in Big Hero 6 hand movements and replace the little robots with black sand and you got her last quirk.]

“We can’t set her up for adoption! That would tarnish our rep!” Her mother would always scream. Her father would whisper something that seemed like a good idea.

Faster than her 3 year old mind could realize what was happening, Esther was held up by the throat by her father. Her father had the quirk of strength which was not helping the young girl.

“Once you die, we can have a normal hero life without the worry of your horrid quirks. We will cry to the press saying that we tried to calm you down once you became berserk!” Her mother’s eyes twinkled. Unlike their daughter, the ‘father’ had green eyes and brown hair while his wife was blonde with pink eyes.

Esther looked nothing like any of her ‘family’. She sported black hair and icy blue eyes. Both her ‘parents’ side looked all the same. Brown hair, green eyes, blonde hair, pink eyes. Their quirks were passed down each gen no flaws until their ‘daughter’ was born.

Maybe I should be controlling you. Will you let me out Blue?

The voice was back. Esther knew who it was. It wasn’t Fear Raiser quirk. It was her other catagorized quirk. She nodded as she lost breathe confusing her parents.

Thanks Blue. Let Red Handle THIS!

Her previously blue eyes changed to red quickly as Red took control. Her ‘father’ faltered in his grip as Red took that as a chance to use her quirk.

“Hell Raiser.” Red whispered as her hand landed on the husband and erupted in flames. The man screamed and let go. He tried to shake his arm to put out the fire as his wife tried using her water quirk to put the flames out. No luck.

Red chuckled darkly as she lifted her head with her black hair covering one eye. “You can’t put it out old man! It is Hell Fire after all!” All of a sudden her body erupted in flames making the wife scream.

Red stepped out of the flames with devil horns and a devil tail with dragon-like wings. “Maybe you should have double-checked with the doctor before you left you BITCH!”

The wife ran at the little girl who seemed a little taller. Red chuckled when she was pierced with a water spear through her stomach. Red ripped it out and the hole started to become whole again but not before some black substance dripped out. Red used her hand to get some of the black substance on her entire hand.

She used it to create a weapon, scythe in fact. It looked like it was dripping but it quickly solidified at it’s master’s command. “Now let’s fight you asshole!” She smiled showing her sharp teeth.

After a few minutes, Red yawned after she realized this women would not give up. She looked at the blonde female who was bleeding, had a broken right arm that was bent the opposite way, and a clean, chopped off left arm.

“You know, I’m getting bored and I’m getting tired so I’ll just set this place on fire,” Red pondered this. Red had not a scratch on her, thanks to her multiple quirks.

The blonde looked straight up at her. “No! Please! We didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Red growled. “You meant to hurt her! She told me how she was scared that you would hurt her and look at what you did! You made me ANGRY!”

Red erupted in flames again that quickly dispursed around the entire mansion. The screams of the blonde was muffled by the demons that Red summoned. Like how Esther could summon Fears, Red could summon demons and ghosts from the depths of hell.

She walked away from the scene and snapped her fingers making the fire grow stronger in it’s power before going away entirly. The only thing left was ash. No bones as her power was enough to cremate one, no matter how fast.

“Are you sure it’s alright if I stay?” A few days later and a bunch of explaining, Esther was with her brothers. Her real brothers. Apparently those people she called her ‘parents’ were fillers just so the girl could have a life and not be restrained up in heaven, hell, and the afterlife.

“We said yes a million times Esther,” Loki sighed. Loki, everyone knows him. Norse God of Mischief among other things.

“Don’t say it that way Loki,” Satan growled. Satan is the devil obviously but not the only one-

“It would be amazing if you stayed little sis!” Lucifer said. Lucifer was the other devil, or really servant of his older brother. He was the ‘next in line’.

God silently nodded as Jesus said Jesus like the meme he tried so hard to be.

“My name is Esther Osoro, but you can call me Esther!” Esther said with confidence to the little boys. One with ash blonde hair while the other had green hair.

Keep these boys. They are adorable.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya and this is Kacchan!” the green haired boy exclaimed. Even though flustered by the sudden appearance of this girl, he always was open to new friends.

“Can I call you Broccoli?”

“Huh?” The sudden question broke the boy into a stuttering mess.

“I call him Deku but Broccoli is a good one,” The ash blonde spoke for once since the girl approached them. “And why are you with us? Don’t girls play with dolls and have cooties?”

Esther giggled making both boys blush, one more than the other since his determination and confidence would not let his do so. “Well, I thought you guys seemed like true heroes and good knights! Maybe you could protect me?”

Izuku and Katsuki nodded their head and shined with determination. “We will protect you!” They smiled at each other as they ran off.

“Kacchan, w-why are you doing this?” A young Izuku looked up at his former best friend. Katsuki got his quirk recently and became popular quickly. Sometimes fame can get to your head.

He started bulling Izuku but haven’t been caught by their little angel as she was on a week trip to China. No one asked why but she was coming back that morning.

“Because I can’t be friends with a quirkless person!” Maybe that is what made the angel appear.

Kicking Katsuki to the ground was not something Esther wanted to do, neither was using a bit of her quirk but what Katsuki said sent butterflies of rage to consume her. Did we forget to mention that was part of her quirk. Little butterflies that appeared when she was feeling a very very strong emotion.

Katsuki looked up at the girl, whose black hair swayyed in the wind. His goons were laying on the ground around them, he never noticed her hurting them.

“What do you think you are doing to him?”

Red’s demonic voice mixed with Esther’s making it seem distorted. Like a glitched voice that a hacker would use to mask their own. Katsuki was scared. No that was an understatement. He was terrified. The girl’s eyes weren’t their icy blue but a mix of red and blue, swirling pools of pure rage.

“K-Kacchan didn’t mean it Bunny. H-He was joking around,” Izuku stood up to his little angel who seemed more demonic than angel like. Esther/Red wipped around to see a teary eyed Izuku. Her red/blue eyes widen in realization as the red faded leave the blue eyes that Izuku and Katsuki loved to look at.

“I-I am sorry I lost my temper then. I hope you can forgive me,” She bowed to Katsuki as she lifted him off the ground. “But that doesn’t mean that I forgive you.” Esther growled before walking away, with Izuku’s hand in her own.

Katsuki glared at the joined hands before glaring at the floor. “She didn’t even see my quirk...” Katsuki growled.

Ah Middle School... That Esther was currently late for. After the incident when they were younger, Katsuki tried to redeem himself to his former best friend. She let him do that until she finally forgave him. Of course Katsuki still bullied Izuku but not as much. The beating weren’t noticable and Esther was fine as long as Izuku wasn’t in pain. She saw how Katsuki would feel and took it into consideration as she walked with him on a few days, unlike today.

Esther ran into class with her juice box in mouth. The teacher looked up from the chalkboard to get ready to yell at whoever the person that was late but shut his trap once he realized who it was. Esther’s quirk was not well known, noting that Izuku and Katsuki don’t even know if she even has one/know what it is, but the adults fear it. Funny as her quirk is fear.

“Sorry I am late my dude. I had to deal with my crusty dusty brothers this morning,” Esther said as she strolled to her desk that was in front of Izuku’s and next to Katsuki’s.

“It’s fine Osoro. We were just going to talk about everyone’s future,” The teacher said. He blabbed on before saying something about quirks. Katsuki was being quiet when he said something about how everyone wanted to be heroes.

Now that Esther thought about it, both of them were being silent. She was now very very worried at the silence until she was jump scared by everyone using their quirks.

“Hey Teach, don’t let me in with these bunch of losers. I'm the real deal but these guys will be lucking to be a sidekick to some busted deal lister. Ha!“ Katsuki said with pride as Esther rolled her eyes. The normal, ‘I’ll fight you and be number 1′ was now a normal thing to the young female.

The class screamed at him and he countered. The teacher said something about his test results and the rest of the class said something about him going to UA. Esther was going to UA no matter what she did. Either she would ace the test, or if she didn’t she would be recommended by her best friend and brother from another family.

Then the teacher said something that Esther almost stood up and used her quirk for, “ Oh Yeah, Midoriya, don't you want to go to UA too?” And everyone started laughing and mocking him until they heard a chair slam through the window. They all turned to the source and shrinked away to see Esther glaring at all of them.

“I think you forgot me Teach. I am going to ace them. As the person in this class with the most intelligence as well as the most powerful, I might as well just Thanos snap you all right here,” the student cowered while Katsuki and Izuku stared at their best friend, thankful they are not the student right now.

“W-What is your quirk anyways?” A male student asked. Esther whipped around to glare at the student.

“Well, that ain’t any of your concern you sad excuse of a person? Because you are not going to be a hero,” Esther stated as she snapped her fingers, making a black chair make of ink, appear from stains on the floor to create a regular chair. She moved her hand as the window repaired itself with black ink until it was normal.

“Continue teach,” Esther said with an innocent smile.

Of course after her outburst, only Katsuki would yell at Izuku after, as he knows Esther won’t scream at him.

After class ended, Esther turned in her desk. “I heard there is a Sludge Monster somewhere and All Might put a stop to it.” Esther’s face was practically touch Izuku’s but not so much that their breathes mingled.

Izuku blushed profusely at the closeness of his best friend. “I-I’ll write that down in my notebook Bunny. Be s-sure to wait for me!” Esther giggled as she stood up.

She ruffled her friend’s hair and waved at him as she left the doorway. She stood outside the school entrance. She knew Izuku made her leave so she wouldn’t have to see Katsuki hurt him again. Esther’s black wings erupted from her back as she flew to the window that was conveniently open. She watched as Katsuki used his explosion quirk on Izuku’s book and threw it out the window.

Esther dove for the book before it landed in the fountain. She flew back up to the window as Katsuki threatened Izuku about applying.

“I don’t think that is very nice,” Esther crawled in through the window.

All of the boys in the room watched as the angel wings shrinked back into the female’s back. “Threatening someone for their hard work is a low, even for you Kacchan.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “What do you want bitch?” His mask was faltering the longer she was around and her smirk confirmed she knew it. “I am trying to have a lovely talk with Deku.”

Esther hums and snaps her fingers, making one of his goons flinch while the other one let out a squeak.

So they know who we are. Why don’t Broccoli and Kacchan know?

Eh. I don’t want anything. I just promised Broccoli I would let him see All Might as I am his best friend. All Might I mean. Oh you didn’t know. Ya I know you love him sweetheart but-

She couldn’t say that so she instead said, “I have a date with him today and we are running late to our reservations.” Katsuki and Izuku choked while the goons said nothing as their boss seemed more angry until he heard her voice in his head.

‘What I am saying, is just let him fucking go or I will hurt these goons and never talk to you again. I’m not going on a date with Broccoli so don’t worry.’ Katsuki relaxed to that and let Izuku go. He glared at Izuku before turning to Esther.

“You win this time dipshit. But next time, have a better lie prepared.” Katsuki turned and left the room.

Izuku turned to his best friend, “Wahhhh! You didn’t need to say that out-”

“I told Kacchan to fuck off in his head so I don’t hurt his popularity. Don’t worry Broccoli. Kacchan wouldn’t do shit and if he heard that we were actually dating, he would murdered them.” Esther giggled at Izuku’s expression which held confusion.

“What is your quirk?” Esther shrugged.

“A story for another day... You want to get out of here now?” Izuku nodded as they walked out of the school. Izuku went one way as Esther went the opposite. Katsuki waited in the shadows and lifted himself off the wall as he began to walk with Esther, but far away with his goons. He did this whenever he had his so called ‘friends’.

Esther heard them talk trash before she heard a gurgling noise and a scream of villain. Esther’s eyes flashed red as she turned to see Katsuki consumed by a villain.

“It’s a monster!” Someone screamed. Esther’s anger only intestified.

What the hell are you doing? Let’s roast this popsicle stand!

Esther’s ears picked up another voice saying a kid was there. When Esther saw Izuku, her entire body screamed to help, so she did. Fuck the no power rule, she was going to murder the police if they said it one more time.

She ran onto the scene, using her black sand to use as a way to get there faster.

Water is scary but strong force is worse

“Gotcha,” She whispered as Izuku’s eyes widen at the sight of his best friend. Going to scream at her to get out of there until she lifted her hand in the middle of the field of flames. Her hand was outstreched towards the sky with her hand done.

Suddenly, A blur of something passed and grabbed her hand. “All Might!” Izuku exclaimed.

“Never fear for I am here!” He said, while holding Esther’s hand which she seemed to be doing something with. He turned to Esther “What shall we do Young Esther.”

Esther lifted her head, “Detroit Smash!” She said in unsion with All Might as he punched the villain, secretly using her hand as a power source so he could keep his form longer.

The heroes were scolding Izuku and praising Katsuki yet seemed to be sympathetic with Esther, asking if her quirk was doing it’s withdrawls again.

-Flashback-

“This is Esther Osoro. She told us that her parents tried to kill her so she used her other quirk.”

“She has another quirk?” All Might, or Toshinori Yagi, asked the officer. He nodded.

“She has two quirks that are actually multiple in one. The first one is named Fear Raiser with the quirks Fear, Black Sand, Angel, and Life or Animalia. The Second one was what caught my attention. When the doctor was checking for quirks, they said they saw another form or creature. Apparently, the Second Quirk is someone else entirely-”

“Like another entity?” Shota Aizawa asked suprisingly awake from his nap.

“Yes. Before they had a chance to check the first time, her parents became odd at the sound of her first quirk and left quickly with her. Now that we have her here and at least alive, the doctors ran it again to find out the quirk is called Hell Raiser.”

“Not a very appealing title,” Midnight stated.

“It isn’t meant to be. Hell Raiser is a very scary and powerful quirk. It consists of four or five quirks. When Hell Raiser, or Red as Osoro calls it, is in control, her eyes turn red. Red isn’t like Osoro and instead is more scary than sweet like her ‘master’.”

“Master? Why do you say master?” Enji Todoroki asked. Now he was interested. A potential quirk user who could make a very powerful quirk with his son? He was already thinking quirk marraige when he said two quirks but realizing they were a front for a bunch of different quirks screamed ‘I will surpass All Might without trying.’

“Red only listens to Osoro. Before Red... Possessed? Esther’s body, she asked permission. Red only appears if either Esther let’s her or if Esther is in a state of weakness. If Esther is scared or weakened phsyically, Red will come out and show hell.”

“What are the quirks in her Hell Raiser Quirk?” Yagi asked.

“There is Devil’s Sister, I didn’t name these, which means she can summon demons from the depths of hell as well as use something called Hell Fire, which cannot be tamed unless she snaps her fingers or commands it too. She can also make devil horns and a devil type tail appear of her with dragon like wings from her back. The second one is Toxic Kiss where she can kiss someone and control them. The only way to get out of this state is if you are kissed in the spot that she kissed-”

“Kinky-”

“The third one is Fire Dancer, where she may dance and fire is left there. Osoro can also use this quirk but it isn’t hers. Another quirk that Osoro also shares with Red is Black Ink. It has multiple uses but is mostly used to create objects. It mends all types of object except organs, which is the next quirk. Black Blood is not something Osoro shares with Red. Black Black mends Red’s wounds as well as other’s if she smears it on them. It can also be used as a weapon on command. The last one is Death which let’s Red see people’s death dates. If she kills them later in life, she cannot see them. There is always changes in people’s death and how they will perish. What I mean is that she can also see how they die. She can also make darkness consume places but there isn’t much on that.”

“Not so Kinky,” Midnight whined.

“Well, we need to make her feel comfortable. Her parents almost killed her!” Yagi said as he looked at the said girl who seemed lost in thought.

That day forward, all of the heroes heard of the girl and her abilties as well as feats and promised to protec her at all costs.

-Flashback End-

Esther walked away from the scene and heard running footsteps behind her. She knew it was Kacchan’s from the scent of smoke filling her lungs. She guessed his conversation with Broccoli ended.

She slowed down as Katsuki caught up to her. She paused when he put himself in front of her. She tilted her head before he wrapped his arms around her waist. She was small but enough to be cuddly.

She heard his sobs as he broke down in her arms that were quick to wrap around him. He nuzzled his face into the girl’s neck.

“I-It was so scary... I w-was so scared and I-I didn’t know what to do.” Katsuki poured his emotions out to the small girl. She kissed the side of his neck and whispered how she was there and she helped him.

After a while of standing in the middle of the street, Katsuki pulled away with such hesitance that he almost never let go. Esther stood on her tippy toes to wipe away his tears and give him a peck on the cheek. His outbursts of tears were normal to her. She was the only one he cried in front of other than his mother one day when he was little.

“You did well Kacchan. You tried your hardest to fight back and it was beautiful,” Esther smiled at the boy who seemed confused at her random praise.

“But, Fucking Deku came and almost got himself killed and then you were there and-” Katsuki widened his eyes. “And All Might knew you.” He whipped his head to his best friend who look anywhere but his red eyes. “You know All Might! Since when!”

“Since I was like 3. He is like an older brother to me. I was never kidding about autographs.” Esther chuckled as they started walking home with Katsuki chattering about random shit and Esther mindlessly nodding.

Author’s Note: I might remember to write again but this series is what I call ‘Me writing a story with no plot.’ Hope you like it and it will be more exciting later. There is an alteration of a million things such as placement of people in 1A and how the seating will be weird since there will be one extra as everyone in that school is equally important (Even Mineta). There isn’t one set love interest but I am trying to lean towards Bakahoe. I like him, todoroki, hitoshi, and monoma so I rlly don’t know. Maybe this will turn out to be a Esther X 1A, 1B and Villains (Because I will put some villains who are attracted to her second quirk)

#bnha #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #mha #kirishima eijirou

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Gotham s4e14 - The Sinking Ship, The Grand Applause

As I watched it, and some random observations here and there.

Previously on Gotham:

Oswald faked Martin’s death to keep him safe. Jim arrested Oswald for his murder. Victor is a lying traitor. Sofia played Jim for a dupe. I screwed up, Harve. Oh – Jesus – no, not the bit with Lee’s hand again. Ivy’s brief reign of terror. Oswald uses Riddler to plan an escape

As always, long post will be long. There are likely to be rambling digressions. Gobblepot might appear (although I welcome all shippers and non-shippers alike :)). There will be naked favouritism and naked not-favouritism. Broader comments at the end on plotlines and parallels and general direction.

An abandoned-looking house in the city. Martin sits with his back against the fireplace, guarded by hulking men, at whom he stares balefully while sketching them hanged in his little pad. As he turns the page to start a fresh sketch, he finds the next page has a message.

Do you want to escape?

He looks round quickly before reading and following the rest of the instructions. Going into an equally abandoned looking kitchen on the pretence of using the bathroom, he turns the gas on, and returns to the living room.

The men quickly smell gas. Martin smiles. They pull their guns before going to check more. The next message in Martin’s pad tells him to plug his ears. As he does, we see a missile glide through the kitchen window. There’s a huge explosion in the kitchen. Martin sees a figure emerging from the smoke in the hall who turns out to be Ed. ‘Uncle Penguin’ sent him, and now they’re going to get ice cream.

Cherry’s is under new management. In the ring in the centre of the club, we see Samson brutally beating a man. There’s not much in the way of cheering. Lee approaches cautiously, a hood covering her face.

Samson is boasting about how he’s in charge and he collects protection. We see the man’s terrified family watching from the crowd. He begs Samson,

Please, my family…..

Samson replies

Do I look like an animal?

He tells the man he won’t hurt his family, and promptly shoots him in the head. His family scream and surge towards the ring, horrified.

In the crowd – Lee is aghast. She leaves quietly.

GCPD. Harvey and Jim are in what is now Jim’s office. I wonder if Jim considers how much it might gall Harvey to sit in that office on the other side of the desk, given the circumstances?

Jim tells Harvey that before Don Falcone died, he warned him that he had no idea what he had brought to the city. Jim says he knows now that he was talking about Pyg. Jim says someone must have told him about Pyg, and that person also has evidence linking Sofia to Pyg.

Harvey asks Jim why he doesn’t just come forward with what he has. Jim wriggles, and says that it would just be his word against Sofia’s. Harvey’s visibly impatient with him, and says he’s just afraid that it will bring him down too. Jim says Harvey can be pissed at him, but that this is bigger than both of them.

He puts Harvey’s badge on the table and says he needs to know he can count on him. I dunno, Jim, I think you were still wearing your badge when you screwed Harvey over, so I don’t really think it’s a magical talisman, or anything.

Harvey takes the badge and says he hopes they take down Sofia – but he still wants Jim to pay. He adds that he knows a former Falcone assassin, the Scandinavian Skinner, and he wants to go find them. Jim makes to rise from his chair to join him, but Harvey brushes him off.

(An aside. This is the set-up for the later revelation that Mr Penn was apparently a crucial mole that the narrative never for a moment hinted at back in the first half of the season. It’s several kinds of lazy. It also ruins that lovely line of Carmine’s

You have no idea what you’ve brought to this city

At the time, that line sounded like it was about Sofia (I suspect it was, tbh, and this is a retcon to fill a plot hole). Carmine was finally acknowledging how dangerous his daughter was – out of her earshot, and right before she killed him. It carried a lot of weight. Now – it’s some stupid reference to Pyg, who Carmine apparently knew about all along. There, too, goes Jim and Harvey’s (and the show’s) weird notion that Carmine Falcone had some better code of honour than the other criminals. If he knew about Pyg and did nothing, then he was complicit.)

At Wayne Manor, there is a ruckus in the kitchen. Cans of food are rolling across the floor. Bruce approaches warily to find Selina rifling through cupboards, looking for something to eat. She said she needs help. Bruce clarifies that she needs money. She wants to get back something she fenced. Bruce asks why she doesn’t ask Barbara Kean, but Selina says she doesn’t want Barbara involved.

She promises him she’ll pay him back, and tells him that it’s the stuff she took from Roland Charles. Bruce realises she feels bad and tells her he’ll get the money. He also tells her there’s oatmeal cookies in the blue tin. He leaves, and Selina smiles – but still seems troubled.

At Arkham, a yelling Oswald is being dragged to some kind of guard’s station, where he’s told he has a message. We can see what looks like lots of Victorian maids in the background. Maybe that will be relevant later in Jerome and Jervis’ breakout.

The guard delivers a riddle, the answer to which is ‘knuckle sandwich’. Oswald receives a whopping punch in the face.

Harvey enters a delicatessen. We hear children laughing and playing, looking at sweets

Hello Agnes

The Skinner, it turns out, is an old lady – who tells Bullock she’s now retired. She looks away from him briefly to tell the children not to ruin their dinner. They promise her – apparently their grandma – that they won’t

Harvey says they’re looking for someone who might have acted as Falcone's eyes and ears when he was down south. She asks why she should tell him. He says they have a history, but she remarks that ‘history’ got her four years in a gulag.

Harvey threatens to tell her grandchildren about her past, and goes so far as to call to the children. She caves fast. She says Falcone only ever trusted the book-keeper who smelled of fish – but she heard he vanished. Harvey leaves.

(An aside. It’s debatable whether he would have gone through with it, but having Harvey use the woman’s grandchildren as a threat seemed ooc unsympathetic for him.

Was ‘Agnes Skinner’ a Simpsons reference?)

At the Falcone mansion, Sofia is throwing a tantrum about Martin’s disappearance. She sends Victor to Arkham to kill Oswald – knowing that this is the only leverage she has over him. Victor asks if he can take HeadHunter. Sofia doesn’t care, as long as Oswald dies choking on his own blood.

Harvey is also at Arkham, asking for Oswald. He finds him in the infirmary. Oswald sits up when he approaches – not clear whether this is somehow part of the escape plan. Harvey tells him (sarcastically? Not sure. Sometimes there’s an odd amiability in cop/criminal encounters in this show – but Harvey is generally angry in this episode) that it’s good to see him.

There’s a scream outside. Harvey runs out to investigate. It’s Victor and HH, looking for Oswald. Victor remarks that he though Bullock stopped being a cop, but it clearly didn’t take. He reintroduces HH to Harvey as Wendell.

Harvey tells them to walk away – but Victor says they can't. They draw their guns. I’m still generally cross at Victor – but good god those shoulder holsters do things to me.

Victor tells Harvey to step aside and he can live to get drunk another day. (this is the weird kind of amiability and sense of an actual relationship I was referring to earlier).

Suddenly, alarms start to go off. Harvey looks back. Victor and Wendell decide to try again later. An announcement comes over the tannoy system that Oswald has escaped. Harvey runs back into the infirmary. Patients there are yelling and hitting their own heads at the sound of the alarm, because this show’s depiction of Arkham just continues to plumb new depths every damn time.

Harvey looks out the window. He sees Oswald heading for a van, and Ed, leaping about like a giant grasshopper, shooting his gun into the air

Nygma

(An aside – we never actually hear how Ed broke Oswald out, because it doesn’t really make any sense that Oswald couldn’t manage it alone. He survived on his wits alone in season one – Oswald managed to negotiate his way out of a car that was seconds away from being crushed. He bested Ed last season. He managed to wrangle success from the Tetch virus mess. But to shove the plot along, he’s handed the idiot ball here.)

My wrists hurt and this bit was not wildly interesting. Bruce and Selina go back to the shop where she fenced the stolen goods, get into a big fight, make up, flirt a little, and then leave.

A street on the Narrows. Ed says he knew that Sofia would send hitmen when she learned Martin was gone. Oswald anxiously asks how he is. Ed says he’s snug as a bug in a rug. Oswald’s face lights up to hear that Martin is safe.

Ed hands Oswald his hat, and wants to boast about how he found Martin, which somehow involved Victor loving disco and Ed dressing up as an old Polish woman. Oswald, however, is not interested – and says they need a powerbase to fight Sofia. Ed smiles and says he knows – loosening his tie.

A makeshift office somewhere in the Narrows, where Lee is sitting at a desk. The door opens, and she pulls a gun – understandably wary. It’s Ed – posing as whatever iteration of himself he was before, I’ve virtually given up at this point. Lee smiles – genuinely happy to see him.

You're back. How are you doing?

Worlds better

He spots her hand, and asks what happened to it. There’s an interesting little break here. His voice when he asks the question is feigned – because he’s still pretending to be old Ed, but that only serves to underline the contrast with him quickly noticing that something had happened to her hand, and the look of concern, which seem genuine in comparison.

Lee said that Sofia smashed her hand with a hammer.

Together we can get that bitch back. She can't take everything we built.

Ed straightens his tie and calls to Oswald, saying that Lee can’t help them. A confused Lee asks what’s happening. Oswald tells her about their deal.

I let him out of his cage, he let me out of mine

Lee stares at Ed.

You're him. The Riddler

Ed stares back at her as he puts his hat on. Lee looks him up and down.

He says was hoping she was still running The Narrows and could help – but he guesses not. He’s still staring at her saying this and straightening his tie, even as Oswald tugs on his sleeve, and impatiently asks what they’re going to do now.

Walking away from the desk, Ed says he has a backup plan. He wants Victor Fries to put Oswald in a block of ice, and to offer him as a gift to Sofia – like a trojan horse. Oswald laughs incredulously and tells him to try again.

Lee walks over to them, and tells them to let her help. They continue to bicker and ignore her. She looks indignantly at Ed. Lee was infuriated to be overlooked during the Tetch debacle, too – so her annoyance here is consistent with her character.

You think I can't handle it

I know you can't

Lee holds up her hand. Ed’s eyes are again conflicted when confronted with her injury.

Look what she did to me. I will pull the trigger on that bitch myself

Ed says that’s tough talk, but only talk.

An impatient Oswald stops their squabbling, and says that they need muscle. Lee smiles and agrees with him

I can tell you where to look.

They both start paying attention to her. Ed and Lee decide to lock eyes again.

Don't you think he misses you?

As she says this, she smiles at Ed, who catches on and smiles back. Oswald asks who she’s talking about. Neither acknowledges his question.

(An aside. There’s quite a lot in that scene. Ed superficially discounts Lee’s usefulness in the scheme to oust Sofia, since she’s lost The Narrows – but there was an awful lot of conflicted glancing at her hand. In fact, there was an awful lot of staring at each other in general. The smiles they shared at the end were also private – reminding us that they now have a close relationship and shared history.)

Ed is in the sewer, yelling for Grundy – saying he’s his best friend and pal, and smart again, and generally prancing about, enjoying the fact that there’s an echo. Ed is such an ass.

Butch approaches him. Ed condescendingly tells him he’s corralling allies to kill Sofia, and they need

A galoot like you for cannon fodder

He frowns, realising Butch looks different, and asks why he’s looking at him like that. Butch growls

Oh dear.

Butch says he’s not the only one who got smart. Ed fumbles saying that he helped him

Ed put out fire. Ed help Grundy

Butch says he’s not Ed anymore, and he’s not Grundy.

Back at Lee's. She’s relaxed, feet on the desk, waiting for Ed to come back to move on to the next stage of the plan. Oswald, meantime, is pacing, convinced that Ed has betrayed him already.

Lee tells him to calm down. Oswald snaps not to tell him to calm down, she has no idea what he’s been through. Lee calmly tells him that Ed will be here, and they will make Sofia pay. Interestingly, Lee doesn’t seem wary of the Riddler persona at all. The trust she has for Ed carries over – which raises the question of whether Lee now simply sees him as an integrated persona.

An agitated Oswald says he can't wait, and storms out. Lee rolls her eyes.

Jim and Harvey walking down a street in the Narrows. Harvey is wondering aloud how Ed got in touch with Oswald anyway. It’s called a plot contrivance, Harvey.

Jim looks annoyingly crisp and smart in his suit when I'm still mad at him. He’s told Harvey that the best way to find Oswald and Ed is to find Lee. As they head down the street, Oswald approaches. Jim and Harvey draws their guns

Or we could talk to Oswald right now

Oswald smashes a bottle and points it at them in warning. He asks what they’re doing there.

Harvey says they’re looking for an Arkham escapee, about so tall, limp, and a mommy complex.

Oswald manages to look so livid that he’s tearful

(An aside - Go take a fuck to yourself, Harvey. What on earth was that nastiness about? Aside from being mean and unnecessary – it’s not really in-character for Harvey. His first comment on encountering Oswald at the big showdown with Theo – in the midst of all the mayhem – was to tell Oswald he was ‘sorry about his mom’. So what’s this?)

Oswald tells Jim that the trumped up charges he used to put him away have lost their teeth – Martin is safe and well. Jim says if that’s the case, then produce him.

(An aside – Wow, Jim is capable of some mental contortions. So, he probably didn’t think Oswald actually killed Martin, but decided that the accusation was enough to justify arresting him, and even though he likely didn’t really believe the accusation himself, fell back on needing evidence to exonerate him)

Oswald quickly retorts no – Martin’s not safe until Sofia has been dealt with

Jim looks wide-eyed at Oswald’s statement. Why would he be surprised that Oswald wants revenge on Sofia? Anyway.

I think you and I both want the same thing, Oswald. We both want Sofia to go away.

(An aside – he’s falling back on the same line he used with Harvey: ‘yes I fucked up, but hey, we both have bigger fish to fry, so please forgive me and let’s not dwell on my fuck up’

Oswald says if that’s the case

Then turn around and walk away - let me do what I do

Jim can’t have that, though – he wants her in jail

Harvey and Jim mention Penn, and Oswald's eyes bulge with rage. He screams incoherently

That little weasel was working for her

Harvey tells him Penn worked for Carmine for years, and tells Oswald he needs to address his management style. Oswald isn’t listening, on another level of rage now, chanting to himself.

I’m gonna kill him

Jim approaches him, lowering his gun.

Oswald, Oswald - calm down.

Bizarrely, after everything that’s gone on between them– and there is a lot of everything – Jim’s voice manages to break through Oswald’s rage, and Oswald makes eye contact. Jim says they can make a deal. If Oswald tells them where to find Penn, then he’ll let him walk away.

There’s a long pained look, before Oswald says.

I don't believe you

(I ship this - so you can take it or leave it - but imo, part of Oswald looking pained in that moment was because he wants so much to trust Jim, and hates that he now can’t immediately do that)

Harvey interrupts and says that Sofia sent Victor to Arkham to kill him. She runs the Narrows now, and she’ll find him.

Jim and Oswald look at each other. Oswald drops his bottle and they face each other without weapons. Apparently there’s a specialist spa that Penn visits, and he’s probably hiding there.

Oswald walks past them. As he does, Jim says his name. He turns to face him. Oswald’s face looks raw and vulnerable. Jim actually manages a sincere thank-you, and extends his hand.

Oswald’s face softens, and he looks down at Jim’s hand, and - taking it – smiles.

Unfortunately Harvey Interruptus chooses this time to start going by the book, and cuffs him

Oswald yells they had a deal. Jim asks Harvey what he's doing, and Harvey says he didn’t agree to anything. Oswald yells as they walk away.

Lee watches from the shadows

As they get to the car, Oswald is still furious, but Jim tells him to relax, and that if the Penn info is good then he’ll still be rid of Sofia.

Victor and Wendell appear across the street. Jim quickly shoves Oswald into the car, which was technically protective, and so I’m taking it as a shippy moment and you can’t stop me.

Victor apparently has the sharpest hearing in the world, since he heard them mention Penn’s name from across the road. There’s a bit of back and forth, where they realise Penn is important.

A big shoot out happens, during which Lee swoops in and steals Oswald and the car. Victor and Wendell shoot after her before giving up. Jim tells Harvey they need to find Penn, and also need to find a car.

(An aside - Oh, Oswald. Your easy forgiveness here makes my fic writing life much much easier, but…sweetie, really. You have a very big Jim Gordon shaped blind spot. Between this, and calming down when Jim spoke to him, and making a beeline for him when he was infected with the fear serum, it seems that Oswald still sees Jim as a ‘safe’ person.)

At Sirens, Barbara has a terrible, terrible headache. She throws back a pill as Tabitha approaches, asking if it’s another migraine. Barbara nods, before asking what that stink is.

It’s Butch approaching, dragging Ed. There’s some back and forth nastiness, where Barbara realises that Butch is himself again. Which, interestingly, means that Tabitha didn’t share that information. Out of a sense of shame at her response to him? Wanting to protect him? Not having as close a relationship with Barbara anymore?

Butch tells them that Ed tried to recruit him to fight Sofia, so he brought him to Tabitha as a gift, after the whole hand amputation business. Why does this show hate hands so much? Oswald got a brooch pin through his, Butch got his cut off with a machete, Ed guillotined Tabitha’s, and Lee got hers mangled.

Anyway, Butch turns to leave. Tabitha calls after him

Don't just walk away again

What? Why wouldn’t he? Tabitha’s response to his reaffirming his feelings for her made pretty clear that she wasn’t interested anymore – and she didn’t complain when he left last time. Are we supposed to have forgotten that? I start to share Barbara’s headache.

Butch promises Tabitha that he’ll find a way to get back to what he was. Like – seriously, aside from the hair and skin, what’s the big problem here? Why is Butch living in the sewer, anyway? Some foundation and hair dye and he’s good to go. Butch, 99% of your trouble here is that your sleeves are too short and give you that weird ‘monster suit’ look. Just go see a tailor.

Butch leaves, kicking Ed as he does so. Tabitha watches him. Tabitha is wearing a seriously terrible satin shirt with weird, weird sleeves. If anyone should be living in the sewer, far from society’s gaze, it’s her in that shirt.

Barbara, meantime, grabs her head again – almost collapsing against the bar. Tabitha asks if she’s OK. Well – clearly not, Tabitha. Barbara says they should send him back to Sofia. She’ll torture him, Lee’s allies are gone, the rebellion is quelled. Once Sofia doesn’t need Ed, she’ll kill him. Same end result, less work.

(An aside – sorry, not remotely believable that Tabitha would pass up the chance to torture Ed herself. She’s generally sadistic, and enjoys torture – and she loathes Ed for what he did to her and Butch. But now she’ll hand him over? Nope.)

Back at the Falcone mansion, Sofia is pissed to hear that Oswald isn’t dead yet. She’s dialling the phone when Victor mentions Penn’s name, and goes very still. She says they have to find Penn before Gordon does. Victor asks which to prioritise, and she tells them to do both.

(An aside. Sofia’s temper and demands in this episode are another nice parallel with Oswald. It’s a reminder that the relationship was worth exploring and keeping a little more grey in terms of their similarities and understanding.)

Back at some location in The Narrows, Oswald thanks Lee for coming to his rescue. Lee tells him not to bother, she needs him to get to Sofia. Well, at least she's honest with him. Oswald sarcastically replies

Touching

Oswald can't believe they’re doing this without Ed and Butch – this plan will likely get him killed. Ah – so they’re at Victor Fries’ lair. Lee says she doesn't care, as long as it puts Sofia in the ground, and Oswald's jaw drops.

Victor F enters the room. Now my jaw drops, because good God, is Victor F in fine shape. He’s also cross at Oswald because he didn't follow through with funding him. We see him from another angle. I’m so happy.

Oswald smiles, and says that the failure to fund him was an omission he regrets and will rectify if given the chance

Victor opens a tap on a gas canister and sprays himself with something to cool himself down.

Oswald moves to investigate something in the makeshift lab. Victor grabs his arm to stop him

Don't touch that

Lee tells him he needs money for research, and Sofia wants Oswald. If he delivers her, then he can name his price. Victor hands him something. He says it’s short notice – but the best he can do. Oswald turns to Lee and starts to say if this affects his brain the way it did Nygma’s then it’ll be a disaster. He can’t afford….

We don’t know what he can’t afford, because Victor cuts in

Ready?

Oswald splutters. Victor doesn’t listen.

I don't care

Victor freezes him in a block, like he did Ed.

(An aside - I know, by this point, that I’m essentially on a hiding to nothing if I wonder about logic and reasoning – but why didn’t Oswald fund Victor? He knows what he’s capable of. He’s greedy for allies. Did he just not have the funds required? Did he never really intend to do it all (again, confusing, given how useful Victor could be to him). Did he forget? It’s not a big detail but – again – it fleshes things out to know.)

(Another aside – I think I need some of that cooling gas canister stuff. Wow.)

At Wayne Manor, Selina roots through the jewellery while Bruce ices his knuckles. She wants him to return it and he twigs that’s why she came. It wasn’t about the money. He clearly and carefully tells her that she didn’t kill Roland Charles, Ivy did. But Selina is guilty and ashamed. She asks what she’s supposed to say, ‘sorry’? Bruce says sometimes that’s enough, and they look at each other.

At the Falcone mansion, we hear drill sounds. The dentist we met before is torturing Ed. He comments that his strength of mind is impressive. Sofia pats Ed’s shoulder, and tells him he will tell her what she wants to know, or this will look like a pleasant dream

Ed laughs, and says OK

I can be done with the teeth, the eyes or the mind - what am I?

I can be humorous, but I’m never funny - what am I?

Sofia stabs him in the thigh with a scalpel, and demands to know where Oswald is.

Ed laughs and tells her he already did – but she’s too stupid to figure it out

Sofia jiggles the scapel in his leg. Ow ow ow. Ed screams in earnest. They’re interrupted – they have a visitor.

It’s Victor F – with a frozen Oswald. Ed turns and laughs – amused that they’ve gone through with his plan after all, and no doubt somewhat tickled to see Oswald in a block of ice.

Sofia asks if Oswald is alive. Victor F responds that he might be, and asks for a hundred grand. She agrees quickly. Should have asked for more, Victor.

The other hot Victor enters as he leaves, eyeballs frozen Oswald, and says he’s not even going to ask – but tells her they found Penn. A delighted Sofia kisses his forehead. She tells the other thugs present to take Ed to the docks, shoot him, and throw him in the river. Why does anyone bother doing this in this town? It’s the least successful murder spot in the city.

She smiles brightly and bounces out of the room

Let’s go get Mr Penn

Victor follows, grinning like the cat who got the cream. Wendell knocks warily at Oswald’s ice cube.

Jim and Harvey arrive at the Sumka spa. They walk into a main hall. Harvey speaks

What fresh level of hell is this?

Oh dear. Not to judge – but this is a lot of no.

Jim says they’re looking for Arthur Penn. The nurse says they try to guarantee anonymity. They spot Penn trying to escape. I’d rather exit this scene quickly without the need for description – so Harvey and Jim escort him out. The end.

At the Falcone Mansion, Oswald defrosts. Once out, he screams incoherently at the dentist about he must have been working for Sofia too. He asks where she is, before walloping him hard on the head and screaming in rage.

Lee is in the car. She answers her phone and asks excitedly if it’s done. Oswald tells her that Sofia left the mansion and is on her way to stop Jim. He tells her to meet him at the spa and they’ll kill Sofia together. That’s a bonding experience right there.

Ending the call – he spots Ed’s bowler on the table. The dentist tells him Ed wouldn't turn on him (but did he actually reveal his location through his compulsive riddling? Did anyone solve the riddles? I’m terrible at it). Oswald asks where he is now. The dentist tells him they’re at the docks, and Oswald has a visible internal back and forth on whether to go immediately to kill Sofia, or go to the docks to prevent Ed from being murdered.

Back at the spa with Jim and Harvey. Apparently, Penn worked for Falcone. He asked him to keep eye on Sofia. She found out, and made a deal – he had to report on Oswald. Harvey expresses distaste at his triple-dealing, and Penn indignantly tells him it’s how you stay alive. Sofia would let him live as long as her kept her one step ahead. She also asked him to put her in touch with Pyg - so he did, and then told Falcone right away.

Jim tells him they need a statement, but they’re interrupted by the arrival of Victor and Sofia. There’s lots of shooting. Sofia is wearing a terrible outfit – that soft pink trench-coat again, and high waisted white trousers.

There’s general mayhem, and Jim gets shot. He tells Harvey to get Penn out of there – he can make it until backup arrives.

Sofia advances, calling for him

James Gordon. We could have had a good thing, you and I - but you had to go and ruin it

Jim reiterates that Harvey should go, and makes it an order. Sofia tells her men to find Penn and get Gordon.

Jim stumble/runs into the kitchen. He takes another shot, from Sofia this time. He turns to shoot her, but he’s out of bullets, and staggers away, as Sofia follows.

Outside, Harvey passes Lee as he’s taking Penn away. Lee calmly strides past him, asking where Sofia is. Harvey says she’s in there with Jim. Lee doesn’t deviate pace or fluster, just tells him to take the car as she walks on. Harvey calls after her that Jim’s hurt bad.

Nearby, Victor and Wendell decide that the day’s more or less over at this point, and they should go get a milkshake.

Jim is stumbling, bleeding heavily. Sofia is ranting. She tells him he’s such a disappointment, and shoots again. She asks if it would have been so bad, being in the palm of her hand, letting her chip away at his soul little by little. Did he really have to rob her of her revenge?

Jim is on the floor. He tells her it wasn’t about him – he wasn’t going to give her GCPD. Jim – you’re bleeding pretty heavily and all, but she had GCPD. You were a puppet.

Sofia doesn’t buy this. She tells him of course it was about him – his pride and arrogance. What she wanted was no different than what her father had for thirty years. Jim states.

Your father - who you killed

Sofia doesn’t wobble for a moment.

Yes - he disappointed me, just like you

(An aside – Sofia’s murder of Carmine was probably her scariest moment in how he justified it to herself. A lot of her behaviour and beliefs are probably learned – her childhood sounds messed up. But we heard her use the old ‘he made me do it’ before with conviction, and hear it again here).

Sofia crouches by him. She tells Jim she still cares for him. If he begs for his life and asks forgiveness, then they can start over.

(An aside - ugh – Sofia has feelings for Jim, apparently. What did it for her? How easily he was duped by appealing to his ego? How judgily he looked at her before any of their sexual encounters? His eye-watering knack for hypocrisy? The way he immediately tried to drop her when she wasn’t useful anymore?)

Jim sits up slightly.

Sofia. Go to hell

Her face pinches, and she rises

James Gordon - this is where our story ends

Before she can shoot, though – she is shot in the back. She turns, face shocked.

You!

It’s a calm and smiling Lee

She pulls the trigger again – and puts a bullet through Sofia’s forehead

Yeah - me

Jim falls back to the floor, his head lolls to the side, and stares into Sofia’s open eyes. We get flashes of Lee trying to keep him conscious as he eventually blacks out.

(An aside – it’s notable here how purposeful and calm Lee was, and how little Jim factored into her actions. I’m sure saving him was likely pleasing – they have a history – but hearing he was in there didn’t produce a visible reaction, nor did her face change to see him on the floor. She was entirely focused on revenge.

There’s a narrative logic to Lee killing Sofia, in terms of Gotham’s rules. She was for a long time, and still is – in a sense – the closest thing the story has to a ‘good’ woman. She’s nurturing and protective. Her profession involves caring. Even before her current stint trying to revive the Narrows, she existed as a symbol in Jim’s story: the motivation for moral redemption, something to protect, something to long for - the ‘love of a good woman’ trope. For a long time, she hid her knowledge of Jim’s misdeeds – something she was only willing to use recently to protect people who had become more important to her.

In contrast, Sofia is set up as the wicked woman. She founds an orphanage as a front, and then uses one of the children to manipulate Oswald’s finer feelings. She uses the memory of his dead mother to do the same – serving up the goulash. She also preyed on his vulnerability about his physical disability. She uses sex to manipulate Jim, and uses his misdeeds to exert power over him. She endangers Martin. She murders her father. In just about any way a traditional narrative would function (and Gotham employs a lot of fairly traditional tropes) – she ‘fails’ at being a good woman. She’s cold where Lee is passionate, destructive where she’s nurturing, uncaring where she is protective.

In terms of narrative, then – Lee taking Sofia out is the kind of moral judgment you’d probably expect. That Lee does it herself, and later seems to enjoy using violence, I suppose raises questions of whether the story now sees Lee as ‘tainted’ by her actions.)

At the pier, Ed is being led, chuckling to the water’s edge. One of the thugs offers a bad riddle. Ed rolls his eyes, and tells them just to do it. Before they can they’re shot. Ed turns, and sees that it’s Oswald

He asks if he already killed Sofia, but he tells him no – she left the mansion to pursue Jim, and if he’d gone there he wouldn’t have made it to the pier in time. Ed is confused – Oswald gave up his revenge to save Ed?

Oswald looks out at the city. He tells Ed that trust is so very hard to find in Gotham, but he trusts Ed. Really? He thought he betrayed him, like, half an hour ago. Whatever, though. They both put their guns away and stare out over the water. Ed says he has a strong desire never to see this pier again. Oswald rolls his eyes, and heartily agrees.

(An aside - Oswald trusts Ed? This makes no sense either. Unless Oswald has essentially decided that Ed is ‘lawful evil’, and that digging up his father’s remains, humiliating in front of the public whose affection and respect he craved, and then attempting to murder him was a fair response to Isabella’s murder – and that therefore Ed can be trusted because he’ll only ever strike in retaliation. Play by the rules, and you’re fine.

To be honest, I’d find it more believable if he did it to fulfil a sense of duty to the Ed whom he essentially buried alive when he enabled the Riddler personality to come to the fore, and who is – in a sense – an unwilling passenger in all this. But hey – why bother grounding actions in personality and motivation?)

Jim wakes up in a hospital room, with quite a good colour about him for someone who was shot so much. Harvey is there. He tells him Lee saved him – even one-handed, she’s a damn good doctor. Sofia is apparently in a coma. Wow – really? Right through the forehead? OK

Jim frowns. He tells Harvey when he gets out he’ll confess everything. He has to come clean. Harvey tells him no. That would only benefit Jim’s martyr complex and make him feel better. He tells him if he wants to pay his debt he has to live with it, like he does. Oh Harvey. That would only work if Jim had a properly developed sense of guilt. You’ve made the same mistake as Sofia.

Jim says that Sofia wins after all. Harvey says it’s what the city needs.

Jim asks after Lee. Harvey says she went back to the Narrow – unfinished business.

Cherry's – where Samson is being beaten. Lee walks down the stairs, making an entrance, a hammer hanging at her belt. Samson yells that he’ll go. Lee smiles

Oh, I know - just not yet

She tells the men to hold his hand out. Samson yells no – but to no avail. Lee’s eyes light up, and she seriously goes to town on his hand – enjoying it quite a lot.

At Sirens, Barbara is in pain. Tabitha is going on about how they need to grab power, but Barbara snaps at her – in too much pain to listen. Tabitha strops off sulkily.

Barbara looks down at her hand -which is glowing white, like the thing Ra’s gave her. As she looks up, she sees him walk through the crowd. She stares in shock, the air around her blurring and jolting.

General Observations

Forgiveness is the name of the game today. It’s offered and accepted just about everywhere. Jim and Harvey seem to have worked towards a tentative truce, even though things are still delicate. Jim and Oswald have a meaningful handshake – forgiveness requested and granted hidden beneath the surface. Ed and Oswald eventually seem to have reached a truce that will enable them to cooperate when necessary and maybe even sustain friendship. Lee’s keeping Jim alive after he’s shot is mostly down to her personality and their history – but there’s also some tacit forgiveness in there, maybe, for his actions around Mario. There’s a lot of pain and history to go round – but as Bruce tells Selina, sometimes sorry is enough.

Except for Sofia. Forgiveness has to be offered, but she demands Jim beg her for it. In turn, she’s punished by Lee – who has no intention of offering forgiveness.

The practical result of all that is resetting the chessboard before the next big plot.

Harvey is back at GCPD, and Jim is still Captain. I’m not sure to what extent they’re completely OK with each other – but they’re working together now.

Oswald is out of Arkham. He’s established a truce with Ed which will enable them to cooperate. He seems to have forgiven Jim. Sofia is temporarily gone, and Martin is temporarily safe. He was willing to joint-kill Sofia with Lee.

Lee has embraced the darker side of herself. She’s back to running the Narrows, and is now a formidable power as well as on the side of her people. Her focus on getting revenge on Sofia was impressive, as was her calmness throughout.

Ed is currently in his Riddler persona. He’s mended fences with Oswald, but regained an enemy in Butch.

Ed and Lee warrant their own paragraph, I think. I’d be surprised if we don’t see things develop further there. We’ve already got the foundation of the Ed/Lee friendship, then we were shown Ed falling for her, then we got the little flickers of romantic expectation we saw from Lee in the previous episode. In this episode, they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other, and there was tension crackling all over the place.

Barbara’s having creepy headaches, Selina is pretty much awol, and Tabitha is trying to figure out how to grab power after they fundamentally backed the wrong horse. Sirens is pretty much in disarray.

Victor Fries has funding now. I think we definitely need to see more of him for important narrative reasons. Much more

Thoughts?

#gotham commentary #gotham s4e14 #the sinking ship the grand applause

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purgatoryandme · 7 years

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Dangerous Affairs

///MC with some seriously life-endangering kinks and a prelude to filth warning ahead I’m so sorry that I’ve sunk to this///

MC sat alone in her room (nearly alone in this big mansion of Ray’s...where were the other people? Was there anyone else? Wasn’t he lonely?), staring shocked at the phone in her hand. She had been on the messenger with Ray, smiling as she listened to the little theme he’d made for himself (a delicate waltz - how cute!), when he said something...unexpected.

Ray was usually sweet, a little naive, and, on occasion, intense and morose. There was no way way he meant... MC’s face burned with the intensity of her blush. He was coming to see her. He couldn’t express his feelings properly without seeing her. Ah, her heart was racing, even though she knew Ray couldn’t possibly be interested in her as more than a game tester.

Her heart refused to slow down throughout their walk in the gardens. Ray looked so handsome underneath the moonlight and all of his words were possessive. They clutched at her and she found herself wishing that he would do the same. That he would simply grab her...

“So please, I ask you to let me in...” Ray was saying, causing her heart to stutter violently. “So that we...so that I can get inside you.” Jesus H Christ. Her mouth ran dry due to the combination of his words and that...that expression (dark, foreboding, and intense). She felt (much to her embarrassment) her panties getting wet as she submissively mumbled, “Anything for you, Ray. I’ll do whatever you say.” His smile told her that she was in trouble (it promised pain...but maybe the kind she liked), but he led her inside soon afterwards. She didn’t sleep at all that night (was she scared? A little. Turned on? Significantly more than was appropriate).

“I almost grabbed you when you were going into your room...without even realizing it myself.” MC choked reading that message. Did this man have any idea, any idea at all, what he sounded like? “I wish I could code your mind.” She thought about Ray taking over every inch of her. Controlling her actions, her thoughts, her speech patterns...just like his AIs. She knew it was something she shouldn’t find attractive. She knew Ray was serious. But... Her whole body shuddered at the idea. “So that you’ll like me and me only.” Only thinking of Ray. Only ever being with Ray. Being his personal pet...sounded pretty good. He could make her feel good, couldn’t he? If he owned her, he could make her feel however he wanted her to. Her hand snuck into her panties as Ray continued to type. He wouldn’t notice if her responses were a little slow. At least, she hoped he wouldn’t notice. It would be awkward (her spine arched) if he were to come in now (her door wasn’t locked to him...what a thought that was. He could waltz in when she was gone...or sleeping...or doing this...). At midnight he offered to take her to paradise and she decided to interpret his words however she liked. He told her he’d put a seed inside of her, let it bear fruit, and it would bring them both happiness. She let the words echo in her head and she flicked her clit, far harsher than she usually would, and the pleasure/pain took her straight over the edge (would he hurt her? She wanted him to). “Please, plant your seeds inside of me. i want to grow into something that is yours and be happy, Ray.” She typed, her fingers shaking and her heart beating rabbit-fast. He paused for a long time, his waltz playing along with her heavy breathing, before he finally replied, “You want to be...mine? Just mine?” Before she could type (moan, beg, whatever) yes, Ray abruptly stated that the chat was becoming unstable and that he needed to fix it, leaving her behind (but not without calling her his princess). God, she had a problem.

The following evening, he spoke to her about happy endings and obsession and she...she just couldn’t help herself. He had to stabilize the messenger since one of his AIs was catching onto him, but... She called him. She wanted to hear his voice (while she took herself apart). “MC? I’m so happy you called me - your voice is so bright that I wish you’d call me forever - but I’m really busy right now.” He said, his voice a little rougher than usual, “Could I bring you dinner later? You need to make sure you eat enough. I won’t let you get sick or waste all your time talking to those AIs. You deserve better...” He mumbled. She closed her eyes and let the threads of his possessive (obsessive) nature wash over her. She wanted to hear him talk about the AIs that he hated for taking her attention away. She wanted to hear him demand that she tell him whatever he wanted to hear. “Ray.” She whispered, drawing one long nail down her ribs slowly, “Can I come to you? Or can I just listen to you work? I need you.” He inhaled sharply, “Come to me? Ye- no, no, not while I’m doing this. My coding is a secret, though I’d love to share it with you. I don’t want to keep any secrets from you, not like V, or that red-haired liar. But you haven’t, you haven’t gone through the ceremony...” MC cut off his rambling with a heavy voice (one she’d used in many bedrooms before, but never on the phone), “I’ll do the ceremony. I’ll do whatever you want. Just...stay with me, Ray. I want to hear you.” His silence was thick and she let her mind wander. Was he hard right now? Did he even understand what she was implying? He had to realize the power he had right now. “You’d do the ceremony? Right now, without even knowing what it is? Even if it took you away from everyone and anyone you’ve ever known?” He asked (voice dipping even lower, shaking just the slightest bit with restraint), “You can come to me. But you won’t be allowed to see anything. Somebody will come in and blindfold you.” Her fingers were buried inside of herself and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to remove them even if somebody came through her door. As long as Ray was on the phone she would continue (spreading her fingers, stretching painfully, getting the edge of burning that she’d lusted after ever since-). “Yes.” She agreed, ready for further instructions (”Put in another finger, push harder, use your nails and scratch-”). Her voice had gone breathless and high. “You can’t touch anything either, so I’m going to tie your hands. You’ll only move when I let you move. You won’t try to leave me, right?” She could only moan in response, but it seemed to be good enough for him. “Put your hands in front of you, close your eyes, and wait at the door.” He ordered and, though she whined at having to move her (now very sticky) hands, she obeyed. He didn’t say to clean herself off, so she wasn’t going to.

MC gasped when, blindfolded, half-dressed, and with cum-stained hands, Ray wrapped a length of rope around her wrists. It wasn’t rope designed for playtime (it hurt...she preferred that). She wondered if he had any idea of the fact that she reeked of sex or that her wetness was flaking underneath her fingernails. His finger trailed along her right hand and he exhaled like he’d been punched. He knew. He had to know. She leaned in the direction she thought he was in, blindly trusting him to hold her. Ray startled badly when her breasts pressed into his arm, but he didn’t let her fall (she wished she could be on the floor for him, however that would have to wait...). His hands wrapped around her neck for just a second (a stuttered heartbeat) and she pressed her throat into his grip obligingly. The door to the room they were in slammed shut. Whoever had escorted her here sure left in a hurry. She wondered what expression Ray was making - was he angry? Was he letting that intensity bleed straight through his naivety at last? “What are you doing? Are you trying to get secrets out of me, too? Is that why you really wanted in here?” He demanded. releasing her neck and withdrawing from her body. She leaned forward and, without hesitating, he lunged for her again (she shouldn’t find it sweet. She shouldn’t enjoy that he was this...attentive). “I almost grabbed you.” She said, speaking directly into his ear due to the way he was holding her, “Without realizing it myself. I didn’t want to let you go.” Ray shuddered, his hips twitching forward, pressing the buttons on his coat into her stomach (she burned, she was actually burning up, this was ridiculous-). “Touching you feels so pure like this. There’s nothing in this room but you.” She went on, pushing his buttons with her body and with her words (look at me, obsess over me, only me, please, please, please). Dangerous men were always looking for an excuse to fall into pleasure. She was giving him an excuse. God, she hoped he would take the bait. “If you and I become one, will it always feel like this? Like there’s nothing in my life but you? Nothing would make me happier.” She mumbled, letting her tongue flick out between sentences to brush the shell of Ray’s ear (she could almost feel it heat up beneath her tongue). She heard his computer beep in protest somewhere in the back of the room, but she didn’t care if his AIs hacked him. They weren’t real. This was real. Ray’s breathing had gone erratic. His hands were convulsively clenching her arms and she could feel how heavy and hot his erection had grown (pressing into the soft skin of her stomach like a knife). “You...” His breath hitched as MC rocked forward, “You need the elixar. You need to be changed before I...before I...” Impatiently, she sunk her teeth into his neck (hard enough to bruise), “Change me. I want you to change me. Own me. Put a piece of you inside of me so that I will never be able to get away. The elixar might make me one of you, but this,” She squeezed her thighs around one of his (wishing she could squeeze her throat around his cock instead, that she could choke on it and be a good girl), “Will make me part of you. Just. You.”

When he finally entered her, it was with brutality and no finesse. There was no preparation. No mercy. There were only his hands around her throat, his erection pulsing inside of her, and his voice demanding one thing of her. “Call me Saeran.” When she had the air to scream, his name was the only thing she said.

#saeran choi #mystic messenger #saeran x MC #unknown x MC #Ray x MC #unhealthy coping mechanisms #disaster meeting disaster #RFA successfully hacks Saeran back but uh...he's not going to notice for awhile #please everyone forget that I wrote this jfcCCCccC

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carry-on-my-wayward-shadowhunter · 7 years

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One Good Reason

Plot bunny I had for Oswald and of course me and my shipper self turned it into a fic for Gobblepot

Oswald Cobblepot was now the Mayor of Gotham City, and the King of the Underworld. He lived in a beautiful mansion, had more money than he honestly knew what to do with, and mostly led a good life…much to his every day surprise. Which was why it was so strange for anyone to believe that he still did his own laundry, unless it was something that needed to be dry cleaned. Also, he cleaned the rooms downstairs on his off days, and his own bedroom. The others Olga helped keep up with, since there were so many. She helped out where he would let her, but he still remembered the roots he came from. His mother always said the devil frowned upon idle hands.

“Take the rest of the day, Olga,” Oswald informed his maid, while he gathered up the rest of the laundry from his own room.

“Are you sure I can’t help?” Olga asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You can take these to the laundry room, but other than that, I can manage.” Oswald told her, decision made. He handed her the full laundry hamper and smiled tightly. She sighed but accepted it anyway.

“Very well.” Oswald heard her say, but then, “I don’t know what you pay me for,” as she headed out into the hall. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. He changed quickly out of his suit, into a more comfortable pair of old jeans he had, and a t shirt. No one knew how he spent his afternoons his schedule was free, and it was none of their business. He had always found actually doing manual labor relaxing in its own right, and he always felt like he accomplished something afterwards.

He made his way downstairs, and went to the kitchen, which desperately needed a thorough scrubbing down. He knew Olga cleaned up after each meal, but she never quite did it the way he was taught by his mother. Perhaps that wasn’t fair, but still…he knew it would be better if he did it himself each night, but he never had the time; which was why he hired Olga in the first place. Oswald gathered the cleaning supplies he needed from under the sink, put them in a bucket and sat them on the counter. He smiled as he pulled his iPod and deck from the drawer beside the stove. He never told anyone…but he loved Lady Gaga. He loved her message she sent through her music, her views on how the world needed more love and acceptance, and of course, her beautiful voice. Didn’t hurt that the songs were so catchy, either. He recently purchased her newest album and had fallen in love with it. He set the music to play, and soon enough, the entire kitchen filled with the sounds of the scintillating music; he breathed in a relaxing breath, and put on the rubber gloves hanging from the bucket to get started.

-0-

About an hour into his scrubbing the counters, he was singing along to one of the slower songs on his list, ‘Joanne’. It made him miss his mother terribly, but he hoped he was making her proud. When he was furiously scrubbing a spot that didn’t seem to want to come off, his mind wandered to Jim. Often enough this man entered into his thoughts, but when he wasn’t working in the office and just doing tasks like this, it went deeper than usual. Jim had come to him responding to the bounty for Fish. Since then, Jim had been texting him almost daily, sometimes even calling. At first, it struck Oswald as odd, but then he decided to just roll with it. For so long he craved Jim’s attention, but thought it a lost cause. Now that he was finally receiving it, he didn’t know what to make of it, if he was honest with himself. He grinned to himself as another one of his favorite songs came on, ‘Heavy Metal Lover.’ He chuckled to think what his mother would think of his musical habits now, as dirty as this song was.

A knock on the kitchen door that was swung open interrupted his scrubbing and his thoughts. He wiped the sweat off his brow and looked up. Oh for the love of everything that’s holy…Oswald thought.

“Um…hey,” Jim Gordon stood in the middle of his kitchen. He looked a little amused and surprised at the same time.

“Did Olga leave the door unlocked?” Oswald asked, scandalized.

“No, Gabe let me in,” Jim responded, with a shrug. He looked at Oswald with a raised eyebrow. “Bad time?”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting company.” Oswald stood straight again, and began taking off his gloves.

“I did try calling first,” Jim began. “I see you wouldn’t have heard it anyway,”

“Obviously.” Oswald walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a water from inside. He offered Jim a bottle, and he accepted it with a nod of thanks. “Did you need something?”

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to go for a drink,”

Oswald’s brain short circuited, and he forgot to breathe for a moment. “Um…”

“If you’re busy, I totally—“

“No, no. It’s just—well, I’m not really—“Oswald gestured to himself, indicating his state of dress.

“That’s fine. We can go some other time,” Jim smiled, and Oswald felt his heart melt into a puddle. How did Jim have this effect on him each and every time? Then, Jim’s eyes widened for a moment. “Or, I could help,”

“Help…what?” Oswald could have kicked himself with how inarticulate he currently found himself.

“Help you…if you want,” Jim offered, and began taking off the leather jacket he was wearing. He wasn’t dressed overly formal, and wasn’t too worried about spoiling his clothes. On Jim’s part, he had been beating around the bush with Oswald for weeks now. He felt like he was pushing a little, but he wanted to spend time with him, no matter how insane Harvey told him he was being. He knew he didn’t miss the little smiles Oswald sent his way, that were reserved only for him. If his evening had to be spent cleaning to spend time with him, then so be it.

“Oh, Jim! You don’t have to. I am sure that you would rather be—“

“Here. I would rather be here…with you,” Jim insisted, looking directly into Oswald’s eyes. Oswald almost choked, he was so surprised.

“Well…alright, then. There’s an extra pair of gloves in that bucket,” He motioned toward the bucket beside the sink. “I need to go change the laundry over,”

“I’ll be here. Over here need wiped down?” Jim pointed toward the countertop beside the fridge. He pulled the long yellow gloves on, and Oswald grinned.

“Yes, thank you.” Oswald chuckled, and walked to the laundry room. He shut the door and leaned against it, to try and collect himself a little. He knew he looked a mess, and hated to be in front of Jim of all people. Nothing to do about it now, he supposed. He sighed, and switched his whites over to the dryer. All the while, Lady Gaga continued to serenade him, which helped calm his racing heart and nerves a bit. When he returned to the kitchen, he was greeted with the sight of Jim bent slightly at the waist scrubbing away and swaying a bit to ‘Artpop’. Oswald knew he never appreciated jeans and Lady Gaga more than he did in that particular moment.

“Interesting music,” Jim commented, while finishing the countertop. “Figured you’d be into old timey jazz, though. Since you did own a jazz club,”

“Sometimes. But, I have a particular soft spot for the Lady here,” Oswald said, honestly. He put his gloves back on and began to fill the sink with water for the dishes.

“She’s good, I’ll admit.”

“She is a treasure,” Oswald said with certainty.

“Big fan, then?” Jim teased.

“Oh, yes.” Oswald nodded.

Jim turned to smile at him, but didn’t say anything. Oswald returned the smile, and they continued to work. Before long, they had the entire kitchen, including the floor washed and shining, windows washed and dusted, and everything wiped down. Oswald was more than grateful for Jim’s help and company. They had talked about everything under the sun it seemed, but always strayed away from work or anything in their past. Jim told funny stories about his friends, and Oswald told some of his in return; Not friends, per se, but work associates. They had worked in complete sync, and Oswald felt completely at home with Jim here.

“Looks like we are done, Mr. Mayor,” Jim said, with a smile. He was wiping the sweat off his own forehead with the back of his own hand.

“Yes. Thank you again for your help,” Oswald told him wholeheartedly.

“It was no problem. Honestly, I’ve never had so much fun cleaning. Well, except for when you threw the bubbles at my face from the dishes,”

“I was playing around with you! Besides, your face was priceless,” Oswald laughed.

“That was a dirty, dirty trick. You will pay,” Jim teased, stepping in front of Oswald.

Oswald leaned back on his countertop and crossed his arms. He grinned devilishly as ‘John Wayne’ came blaring though the speakers. “Oh, is that a fact?”

“Damn right,” Jim stepped even closer to him, making Oswald’s breath hitch.

“Bring it on…cowboy,” Oswald purred as his voice dropped an octave lower, making Jim’s own breathe feel like it was knocked out of his chest.

Jim growled low in his throat and pulled Oswald in by the back of his neck and attacked his mouth, which Oswald welcomed with open arms…or lips, as it were.

It's like, I just love a cowboy You know I'm just like, I just, I know, it's bad But I'm just like Can I just like, hang off the back of your horse And can you go a little faster?!

Jim felt like he couldn’t get enough of Oswald. Oswald felt Jim’s hands as they went up under his t shirt, and groaned at the contact. Jim lifted Oswald up from under his arms, onto the countertop. Oswald moaned at the show of strength Jim omitted, and grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, while running his other over Jim’s muscles, that were on show through his shirt.

Jim broke the kiss, much to Oswald’s displeasure, and breathed out. “Jesus…,” he groaned out, breathing heavily.

“Something to that effect, yes,” Oswald felt Jim’s breath hot on his neck as Jim nuzzled his way up and down.

“I did not come here for this,” Jim assured him, but it came out in a breathy moan. “I thought I would ask you for a drink,” A kiss. “Dinner maybe,” Another kiss. “I thought we could take it slow, considering…you know. Everything,”

“I’m sure glad you did,” Oswald reveled in the attention Jim was lavishing on him, and wanted it in spades. “I would have loved to go out for a drink or dinner with you, sure…but this is so much better. Don’t you agree?”

“Hell yes,” Jim growled, before pulling Oswald to his own lips again.

“Besides,” Oswald continued when they broke away again. “When do we ever do anything half-cocked or take anything slow?” He grinned mischievously at Jim.

Jim returned the grin with one of his own, and it made Oswald feel hot all over. “You’ve got a point, there. I just don’t want you to think I just want this from you. I don’t—I don’t want to screw this up,”

“You won’t.” Oswald said, between kisses of his own to Jim’s neck.

Jim moaned at the feeling of Oswald’s lips on his neck. “How do you know?”

“Because I won’t let you, Jim Gordon. You are mine, now.” Oswald put Jim’s face in both of his hands so he could look at him directly. “And don’t you forget it,”

Jim whined, and Oswald knew he was done in. He would get someone to lock him and Jim up in this mansion and throw away the key. Oswald kissed Jim hard on the mouth, because he had to and because he could. He would never and could never get enough of Jim Gordon.

Epilogue

“Jim? Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” Oswald asked, for what seemed like the fifth time in the span of a half an hour.

“It’s a surprise.” Jim said, again. He smiled in the back of the limo Oswald insisted they take, and kissed Oswald’s knuckles.

“Ed was most displeased that I took a night off because of this,” Oswald raised an eyebrow, and mock sighed. “We have a lot of different meetings on Monday, and he insisted that I prepare for them,”

“That’s just a fringe benefit,” Jim joked.

“Now, now. Make nice.” Oswald laughed, and shook his head. He looked out the window and saw a line outside of some kind of bar. He knew they were still in Gotham, but not sure why they were at this particular spot. Oswald didn’t ever really frequent the same kind of bars Jim and Harvey tended to love so much. He wasn’t sure why Jim would bring him here, of all places. He saw a line out the door, and people waiting to get inside. Odd for Gotham, Oswald mused internally.

“Stop here,” Jim informed the driver. Oswald raised both his eyebrows this time. The limo stopped and the driver came around to let both he and Jim out. When Oswald stepped out of the car, he noticed all of the people, and the neon signs and posters on the side of the bar. They all read ‘Bud Light’ in some form or another.

“We’re here,” Jim grinned and led Oswald through the crowd of people. They both got into the bar easily, passing all the people, faces green with envy. Some though, waved to him, calling his name before he went in and he smiled at them and waved back. Oswald loved that he could just be let it places now that he was Mayor, but he still was confused as to what was going on. Jim was being so secretive, and in the two months they had been together, they promised never to keep anything from the other. It went to hell in a handbasket last time it happened, and Jim and Oswald both agreed there was more on the line this time.

“Jim?” Oswald hollered over all of the noise.

“Yeah?”

“What is going on?” Oswald asked, confused. The bar seemed really packed, even for a Friday night.

“Hang on. I’m gonna get us a drink. Be right back…” Jim pressed a kiss to his cheek, and disappeared. Oswald was now more agitated than ever. He hated not knowing things. In what seemed like an eternity, Jim returned with two Bud Lights for them.

“Thank you,” Oswald told him in a clipped tone.

“I know you hate to be let out of the loop, but trust me. You’ll know why in a minute,” Jim informed him, with a broad smile. Which Oswald couldn’t help but let him slide just a bid. Jim Gordon’s smile could cure diseases, he was sure of it.

“Fine,” Oswald told Jim, and Jim hugged Oswald to his chest. “I haven’t had one of these in so long!”

“Yeah, you drink the fancy stuff. Not tonight,” Jim shook his head.

“Why is that?” Oswald asked, and the lights cut off. “Wh—“

“That’s why,” Jim pointed over to the stage when the lights came on. Oswald’s eyes widened when he heard the music start up.

“Oh my God…” Oswald choked out. “OH MY GOD!”

Lady Gaga in all her glory stood not ten feet from him about to sing. She was dressed in her ‘Joanne’ attire, as he called it; complete with a black cowboy hat and cut off jean shorts. This was a part of her Dive Bar tour! Oswald was watching her perform live! He could have cried with happiness, and pulled Jim in and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I knew you’d like it!” Jim cried over ‘Diamond Heart’. He knew Oswald would be pleased when he brought him here. Jim lived for the times he could see Oswald be happy, and even more so when he was the one who caused it.

“Jim! This is—how did you—“

“Harvey knows the owner!”

“Of course he does…Jim this is amazing! Thank you so much!” Oswald cried, and began to sing along with his favorite artist. She was so much more beautiful in person, and Oswald threw his arms up in the air as he sang along. Jim wrapped an arm around his waist and smiled as he took a drink of his beer. Oswald downed half of his in one go, which surprised Jim but made him laugh anyway. He wanted Oswald to have a good time.

When the song ended and the band prepared for the next song, Oswald grinned at Jim. “She’s so amazing, isn’t she?”

“She sounds better live,” Jim admitted, with a nod.

“I know!” Oswald smiled back at the singer on stage, and yelled when the next song came on. He loved this song so much, and listened to it pretty much on repeat when he was running for Mayor. Drove Ed crazy, and he laughed at the memory.

“I can’t wait to smoke them all. Whole pack Marlboro…” Oswald sang with the music, swaying side to side. Jim danced along with him, or tried to as best he could with all the people trying to get closer to the stage.

“Like this one too, do you?”

“I have a funny memory attached to this song, but it was when it was when I was running for mayor,” Oswald explained, with a grin as he danced. His cane made it harder to dance like he wanted, but at that particular moment he couldn’t care less. HE had a gorgeous man next to him, and his favorite singer was performing. Oswald had never been happier.

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When the show ended, Oswald was sure he and Jim had cheered the loudest for her. Oswald was absolutely brimming with happiness, and Jim was ecstatic that Oswald had looked so carefree. When the energy had died down in the bar some, Oswald turned to Jim and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I love you,” Oswald told him seriously.

“Oh…you beat me to it,” Jim looked mock put out for a moment, but smiled. Oswald looked surprised for a moment. He pulled Oswald closer to him, and cupped his cheek with his palm. “I love you, Oswald.”

Oswald felt tears well up in his eyes. “You have no idea long have I waited to hear you say that, James Gordon.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait,”

“You gave me one good reason to stay,” Oswald whispered, and kissed Jim with everything he had.

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oh omki, your hair. conditioner is a thing. please, use it. 😐😐😐

rudra, what do you mean “samajh nahi aa raha ki shivaay bhaiyya ko kya ho gaya hai?” you know perfectly well. heart attack waale din toh bade dialogue maar raha tha doctor aur pinky ke saamne. 😒😒😒

oh, three months, one heart attack and multiple half-assed suicide attempts later, om is like “hmmmm maybe we shouldn’t have listened to anika’s stupidass fucking plan???? maaaybe, perhaps, shaaayad it was a mistake? 🤔🤔🤔”

i swear to god, stupidity is THE MOST dominant oberoi trait. mann toh karr raha hai in dono ke sarrrr patak doon. 😠😠😠

lmaoooooooo omRu’s bitch faces at pinky’s demands. 😆😆😆

daaaaaaamn, omki ka paara chad raha hai. this gonna be goooooooood. 😊😊😊

“humein jhoot bolna nahi aata, aur agar sach kahenge, toh badtameez kehlaayenge.”

DIAAAAAAAAALOGUE! WAAAAH, MERE SHERRRR! WAAAAAAAAAH! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

aaj omRu ka turn nikla hai, to fuck pinky uppppp. lovingggggg it. go for it boys! KILL HER! 😈😈😈

“shivaay toh aapka beta ban gaya, lekin aap shivaay ki maa nahi ban payi. woh kehte hai, janam dene waale se paalne wala bada hota hai, lekin aapne toh woh bhi galat saabit kar liya.”

DAMNNNNNNNNNNNN OMKARA, YOU ARE FUCKIN’ UNSTOPPABLE TODAY. 😧😧😧😧

KHULE BAAL, AANKHON MEIN RIGHTEOUS ANGER - MERAAAAAAA PURAANA OMKARAAAAAA WAAPASSS AAA GAYA! WOH AAAA GAYAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAIN JAANTI THI WOH EK NA EK DIN LAUT AAYEGA! MERI BARSON KI TAPASYA USSE WAAPAS LE AAYI HAI!!!!!!! 😫😫😫😫😫😫

feeling bit like rakhee in karan arjun right now. 😌😌😌

“har insaan ki zindagi mein maa ki jagah alag hoti hai aur biwi ki jagah alag.”

lo. rudra ko bhi yeh baat pata hai. now there’s no excuse. 😕😕😕

“aapko jo karna tha, aapne kar liya choti maa, BAS! AB JO KARNA HAI WOH HUM KARENGE CHOTI MAA, AUR AAPKO BEECH MEIN AANE KI ZAROORAT NAHI HAI. HUM APNE BHAI KO BIKHARNE NAHI DENGE.”

“aaj tak shivaay om aur ru ko sambhaalte aaya hai. lekin ab, om aur ru shivaay ko sambhaalenge. hum apne bhai ko waapas laayenge.”

MIC DROP. OMRU OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! 😎😎😎

pfffffffffttt great. was on an all-time high from that scene and saw ragini, and instantly, my buzz has been killed. 😒😒😒

lmaoooooooo, popatttttttt. 😂😂😂

ok, i have a feeling additi has reasonably good comic timing. wish they’d use that more. 😕😕😕

also, is this why shivaay’s opting to spend the night in jail tonight? so he has a reasonable excuse to not hang with ragini? 🤔🤔🤔

#introvertIssues #relatable

girllllllllll, maybe this time, TURN AROUND FIRST? 😐😐😐

lmaoooooooo, can the staff stop being so condescending to poor ragini? 😂😂😂

ok can’t deny i’m loling a little right now at her passive aggressive hammy speech. 😆😆😆

i really hope this is the direction they decide to take her character. i’d love a comic touch to ragini’s villainous side, instead of just INTENSE UNBLINKING PSYCHO. it’s just more entertaining to watch. 😇😇😇

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKK IS THIS SHIRT ANIKA??? MATLAB, I GET YOU’RE SAD AND ALL, BUT GIRL. COME ON. 😟😟😟

awww, baby. no cry. he didn’t mean it. jalta hai tumse, bas. he doesn’t look halfffff as fabulous post-breakup as you do. 😪😪😪

tum? kaun tum? OMRU? SAMAR? ADVAY?!?!?! WHO???? 😧😧😧

lo, pooori family colour coordination mein khadi hai shivaay ke swaagat mein. 😐😐😐

damn, hawaalat ki ek raat se shivaay’s calmed down by 400%, and gives no fucks about khaandaan ka naam. 😗😗😗

bloody hell, since episode 1 i’ve been screaming @ TPTB to put his crazy ass in jail. ladka kab ka sudhar gaya hota. 🙄🙄🙄

pft... as if by staying in jail you “solved” that problem. all you did was stay up all night on the super-uncomfortable floor, overthinking about it. you stupid boy. 😑😑😑

chandiniiii? chameli? (i can never remember the name of her chappal. just know it’s something with CH...) 🤔🤔🤔

oh ho shivaay, chappal yahaan hai, toh zaahir si baat hai ki chappal pehehnne waali bhi yahin kahin hogi. 🙄🙄🙄

WAZZZZZZZZZZZZA QUEEEEEEEEEEN! 😍😍😍

dayuuuuumm, that super subtle way he checked her out from bottom to top though. sex eyes 100%. keep it in your pants, billu! 😏😏😏

chandini! i was right! 😊😊😊

also lol, what a set-up, girl! like you came into the house, had a tete-a-tete with the family, and left your chappal there for shivaay to find, and thus make an entry to impress him? matlab, waaah. you’ve become justttttt as extra as patidev. 😂😂😂

tumhaaara gharrrr, mera gharrr, what difference does it maaaake??? youuu bothhh belong to each other, toh in cheezon ke baare mein behas kyun karna? just go into YOUR (collective) bedroom and bang. 😚😚😚

his face, man. his faaaaaaace. i got an ask about this, so i’ll go into greater detail there. 🙂🙂🙂

homegirl has honeddddd her “push shivaay’s buttons” skillz to the max over last three months. 😎😎😎

god this scene has me sitting here like:

OMG IT’S AN ANIRU COLLABORATION. BESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. 😅😅😅

i am lovingggggggg her calm and composed, sultry deep voice. 😍😍😍

she’s gotta know that it drives patidev craaaazy for her, and is using it on purpose. 😏😏😏

... how did she BUY oberoi mansion if it wasn’t up for sale???? 🤔🤔🤔

lovinggggggg pinky’s outrage. 😈😈😈

anika’s high and mighty manner has shivaay so turned on, it’s not even funny. uska bas chale, he’d have his way with her on the coffee table that she had her foot on 2 seconds ago. 😚😚😚

her confidence and his calm and collected (and thus, most un-shivaay-like) reactions have me feeling this is yet another one of their “collaborations”? 😯😯😯

which... i know doesn’t work at allll, plot-wise... but dude, i am just such a sucker for these two and their role play, i’m not even mad. i’m just so hyped from this scene, i’m sitting here like:

LMAO ANIKA’S FACE AT PINKY LIKE “WHATCHOO GONNA DO ABOUT IT, MUMMEH????” 😈😈😈

yuck, ASR. kya champu hairstyle banaye rakha hai? don’t you know that this is a set of exceptionally amazing hair? 😖😖😖

also that suit. jesus. 🤢🤢🤢 it’s like he strolled off the sets of miami vice. (allahabad vice?)

and is he wearing surma????? maaaan, kahan clean cut hottie arnav, aur kahan yeh jail se choota kaidi look? zameen aur aasmaan ka faraq. 😔😔😔

now can we put an end to the “shivaay is short” jokes? as i suspected, he’s justtttt as tall as arnav! if nothing, shivaay has maybe half an inch ON him, thanks to the gravity-defying floofy hair. 😕😕😕

lmao the firsttttt thing ASR has to say to old friend SSO is a count of how many phones he’s broken. 😆😆😆

may it be noted that ek sau chauhatar (174) is the official number, as per canon. up from in 78 in episode 2.

96 phones in a year. that’s almost 2 phones a week. shivaay is single handedly keeping apple’s india market alive. 😌😌😌

ok, i’m a sucker for both these stupid men’s smiles. so here:

snort, meta reference to ASR being out of commission after 8 30 pm. (IPKKND shall air from 8 - 8 30.) 😂😂😂

SO MUCH META. SO MUCH. I AM DYING HERE. 😁😁😁

ok ladkiYAAAN nahi, exactly ONE ladki has said you have kanji aankhein that are satrangi. and she’s your wife. she’s obligated to gas you up. zyaada udne ki zaroorat nahi hai. 🙄🙄🙄

“LET ME SEE”!?!? OMG??????????????? 😧😧😧

UM OK, were our two fav beautiful-eyed sociopaths about to kiss??? I BELIEVE THEY WEREEEEE!!!!!!!!! ANIKA WHO???????? CHANDINI WHAT? HETEROSEXUALITY WHERE????????? 🙃🙃🙃

personal headcanon: they’re college friends, who were bi-curious and experimented... otherwise, explain the totally casual touching (shivaay adjusting advay’s coat, advay’s hand on shivaay’s shoulder drawing him in), and the sex eyes they just made at each other to me. EXPLAIN! YOU CAN’T!!!!!!!!!! 👬🏽👬🏽👬🏽

is advay talking about anika... or HIMSELF???? 😐😐😐

MOAR SOFT SEX EYES. 👀👀👀

oh. so shivaay is fully aware of advay’s “mission”? 😗😗😗

i bet they’re both part of some sort of “4 Lions Men” forum/newsletter thing, where they keep up with each others’ news, and share the latest techniques in grabbing, arm-twisting, throwing aukaat-related insults, how to compel a woman to marry you, etc. 😒😒😒

like... i know ASR is talking about anika, but i can’t help but frame every passive aggressive thing he’s saying about love as a reference to himself. 😌😌😌

(jesus christ i ship this so fucking much.) 💘💘💘

ship name: #YYSinghs (get it? Vaay-Vay.) 😊😊😊

wait is advay pronounced “ad-way” or “ad-why”? if it’s the former, then ship name is #VaayVayOrTheHighway. 🙃🙃🙃

lmao ok advay, that insertion of show name line was a little clunkyyy and forced. try harder, please. 🙄🙄🙄

even your boyfriend shivaay wasn’t impressed. he’s like “kar liya promotion? ab footage khaana bandh kar aur phuttt yahan se. 😒😒😒”

lmaoooo more meta. 😄😄😄

that wink! 😆😆😆

ouff advay, kahaan i want you to make a move on our man here, and here you’re pushing anika on him. 😤😤😤

chalo, tum naa sahi, toh i’ll take her. i’ll try and make my peace with it. 😕😕😕 heterosexuality wins again. ugh. 🙄🙄🙄

daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn omRu. “jo bhi karna hai ab hum karenge”, indeed! I FUCKING LOVE ITTTTTTTT. 😘😘😘

also queen be haq jamaaoing like no one’s business. get it girl. GET ITTTTTTTTT! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

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