#and i wish them some petty karma this week for it

[kilisworld]

Mild rant time. I was going to be vaccinated last week. Had the appointment scheduled- and the damn "must cancel if you've had these systems in the last 48 hours" thing comes into play because I GET SICK and have to RESCHEDULE. .. and they tell me to call today (next week) to reschedule while they cancel the appointment. Well, I did. I canceled like they told me too. I saved their number like they told me to. I called today like they told me to. "We're sorry, but we're not giving out first vaccine shots at this time. Only the second ones. You'll have to sign up somewhere else." Excuse me, what? What?!?! WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME TO CALL AND RESCHEDULE IF YOU WEREN'T GOING TO RESCHEDULE ME! MAKE IT MAKE SENSE! Fucking assholes-

#Mira Talks #fuming #covid19 #pzifer #vaccination #i dont blame the lady i spoke with on the phone today #its not her fault #someone last week dropped the ball though #and i wish them some petty karma this week for it

[soul-controller]

Settling An Argument - Bryce’s New Body

This story is a fun little collaboration between @bizzhideaway​ and I in which we transform each other. This section is about his journey into becoming Buccaneers QB Tom Brady. While this slight disagreement between Tom Brady was actually grounded in reality, it’s something obviously dramatized to become bigger than it really was for story purposes. To read Bizz’s section in which he transforms me, click here.

While Bryce usually had a relatively calm and chill demeanor, the 35-year-old man had finally reached a breaking point with one of his online friends. For over a week now, he had found himself constantly at odds and arguing with a fellow writer named Nate about football. Although it could have been understandable to be at odds with the man when they were in a fantasy league together, that had not been the root of their squabble. No, instead they found themselves constantly arguing over Tampa Bay QB and well-renowned football icon Tom Brady.

At first, the conversation had first begun when Nate randomly sent a message to their group chat of fellow fantasy football players stating how much he absolutely hated Tom Brady and wished him nothing but the worst. Seeing that response as rather extreme for what could surely just be a simple dislike towards the man, Bryce calmly chimed in saying that he must be overreacting. Unfortunately for Bryce though, Nate found himself doubling down on his hatred for the player but now he had some few choice words for his friend too. 

Although Bryce tried his best to brush off the random aggressiveness as just being an outlet for something else going wrong in the man’s life, that didn’t last long as Nate continued to hurl backhanded comments his way even after the conversation moved beyond their Brady conversation. Finally reaching a breaking point, Bryce shifted the conversation into their private DMs as he began to send the same sort of vitriol his friend’s way to give him a taste of his own medicine. While this was necessary to showcase that he wouldn’t allow himself to be pushed around and bullied by someone he thought was his friend, this only prolonged the fight to the point where it was now day 9 and no end still seemed to be in sight. As Bryce finally started to head to bed, he soon became slightly alarmed by Nate’s last message for the night: “Be careful who you support dude, sometimes karma is a bitch!” 

Upon asking what he meant by that and whether that was some sort of a threat, he cautiously waited around online for a bit until he watched Nate’s profile go offline. Seeing as though he would be getting no response, he found himself finally heading to bed with a plan of interrogating his friend about what that message meant the next morning. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t have much control over his day as Nate worked overnight to be petty and also teach his friend a lesson… 

* * * * *

Waking up the next morning, Bryce was somewhat excited. He finally had a day off of work, so he wanted nothing more than to just relax and stay at home all day. But to his annoyance, his body seemed used to his daily work schedule as he quickly pulled himself out of bed at the crack of dawn and made his way into the bathroom. Upon undressing and starting to shower, the groggy man still found himself slightly confused. Why am I getting all showered and ready to go so early in the morning when I’m staying at home all day?

But as he finally began to dry off though and move into his bedroom, it was the moment when he opened up his closet that quickly informed him that something was wrong. Why am I searching through all of these dress clothes, he thought to himself, watching as his hands grasped onto a dress shirt and black pants and placed them onto the bed. Suddenly growing quite fearful, he found himself frantically trying to move his limbs but finding that they failed to move to his command. Instead, his hands were pulling the clothes off of the hanger and pulling them onto his body. It felt like an absolute nightmare to lose control of his body, which only made him question what was happening to him. Am I afflicted with some disease? Did I get cursed somehow? 

As that second question began to run through his head over and over, Bryce’s mind began to recollect the final message that Nate had sent him before he fell asleep. Was Nate somehow messing with his body? Bryce had known that some of the transformation writers that he was friends with actually had powers, but it was shocking to think that Nate was such a dangerous force in disguise. He had no idea that the overly anxious Midwestern college student was this strong with his powers! There was no doubt a sense of dazzlement he felt about having a friend with some powers, but that sensation of being impressed didn’t last long when he remembered that his friend was seemingly puppeteering his body without his permission.

After a bit of a struggle given his stationary position upright, Bryce found himself thinking strategically to use the speech-to-text aspect of his phone to fire off a message towards his shitty friend. “What the fuck did you do to me? Stop this!” he angrily said, the words pushing through grit teeth and pure fury as he told his phone to send the message. Before long, he found relief as his phone received a text from his friend and began to read it aloud.

“Ah, it seems you’ve gotten quite a surprise this morning huh? Don’t worry dude, this is just the beginning” it said, which caused Bryce to inquire further by asking what was happening to him.

“Oh, it’s just a simple puppeteering spell to make you do what I want. Since you seemingly love that douchebag Brady so much, I figured I’d help you meet him and get to know him better. Don’t worry, I already took it upon myself to charge your card for the plane ticket. You better get ready though, your flight to Tampa Bay will be heading out soon!” 

Just as the message finished reading itself aloud, Bryce’s body seemed to comply with Nate’s statement as it grabbed onto his keys and wallet and threw them into the pockets of his pants. That asshole, he knew that I was saving that cash to help fix my car, he thought to himself, his cheeks reddening in rage as his body continued to be manipulated around the room. Even as Bryce tried to call for help or text Nate to find out what else was going to happen, his fingers moved on their own as they pulled open a taxi app and called one to meet him at the front of his place. Not even looking back, Bryce’s body quickly exited the residence and locked the door before jumping into the car once it arrived.

Throughout the entire ride, Bryce desperately wanted nothing more than to cry out for the taxi driver to get him to a hospital or help him. But alas, Nate’s powers seemed to prevent that as he found himself unable to speak unless he was asked a question by the taxi driver. Then, if a question was ever posed, the man could only give a simple answer that gave no indication of the magic currently controlling his body. 

This concept continued all throughout the journey into the airport and onto the plane itself. Unable to speak unless spoken to first, each individual he met along the way only pissed him off further about what his friend was doing to him. He didn’t even like Tom Brady that much to warrant paying all of this money to see him! But alas, that didn’t matter at all as the man still found himself traveling from his home in Oregon all of the way to the sunny and humid climate of Tampa Bay, Florida.

As soon as he found himself standing outside of the Buccaneers stadium, Bryce had little time to mentally prepare before his feet were dragging him through the doors and into the building. While he was fully expecting to be tackled to the ground for sneaking in, the eeriest part of it all was that there were no attempts to stop him. At first, people would see someone entering the building and try to stop them, but as soon as their eyes met Bryce’s they would immediately stop dead in their tracks and allow him to pass. It was quite terrifying to see how Nate was able to influence these people on top of himself, which left him curious as to what would happen once he encountered Brady.

Bryce didn’t have to wait long before he got his answer though as his body easily traversed through the labyrinth of hallways to end up in the locker room. While he wasn’t sure why Brady was there in the locker room, it quickly became clear that Tom wasn’t under the same sort of mind control as those individuals in the stadium. Looking up from a bench, the man was clearly confused as to why a random man in some dress clothes had been able to get into his locker room.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he said, the words coming out incredibly intimidating not only due to his persona as a football icon but also from the clear annoyance in his voice.

“Uh, I’m not sure. Someone wanted me to meet you,” Bryce offered, a way of twisting the truth without being able to reveal the truth about how he was there. But of course, that situation wasn’t enough to satisfy Tom’s question, so the man slowly got up from his seat and started to pace towards the man.

“Well, I think you should get out of here… before I make you get out,” he responded, which based on the narrowed eyes and crossed arms that the man now sported was certainly no joke.

In response to both being close to such a football celebrity while also being threatened by the same man, Bryce found himself shaking in his shoes as his body was riddled with anxiety. Despite his best attempts to flee from the room, his feet remained firmly in place. “H-help me please,” he said, his voice cracking as he felt himself growing more lightheaded. But as Tom continued to make each and every step towards him, this shaking that affected every inch of Bryce’s body seemed to grow in intensity. Just as the man was only around 10 feet away, Bryce’s body suddenly went into full shutdown mode as he lost consciousness and fell to the ground in a complete heap.

“Holy shit!” Tom exhaled, shocked to see that the man had completely gone limp on his journey down to the ground. But while that was shocking in-and-of itself, Tom’s eyes soon widened as much as possible as a strange orb levitated out of the collapsed man’s body. Tilting his head as he attempted to observe whether this was a strange trick of the locker room lighting, he could only confirm the light-colored orb was truly in fact real no matter how much he moved. “What the fu-,” he tried to say, but was suddenly interrupted as the orb moved at lightning speed and rammed against his athletic body. Due to the force of the orb’s collision against his chest, Tom immediately flew off of his feet before falling onto the ground himself. As soon as his head collided with the ground, everything went dark as the next stage of Nate’s curse went into effect.

* * * * *

Groaning due to the lingering pain of his fall, Bryce was slow at first to get up onto his feet and check up on the athlete that had witnessed him collapsing. But as he continued to look around, he saw that the athlete had seemingly disappeared. Did he go to get help, Bryce asked himself, rubbing the back of his head as he cursed under his breath due to the prominent pain he felt. However, as he took a look around, Bryce was certainly confused by several things. First off, he felt extremely tall, especially since he could see above the tops of the lockers when he didn’t think he could prior. But the biggest indicator that something was amiss was the fact that he looked down at his arms and saw the gray sleeves of a compression shirt rather than the white dress shirt he had previously been forced to put on. 

It was at this point where the man opted to search for a mirror to get a better idea of what was going on. The situation and setup all felt eerily similar to many of the same stories he would read in his free time, which left him worried that he had somehow been transformed in some way. As he found himself a mirror and looked into it, his suspicions had been confirmed… he was in Tom Brady’s body!

“What the fuck!” Bryce exclaimed, his eyes widening even further as he heard the voice of the older player coming out of his new mouth. I can’t believe he actually turned me into Brady, Bryce thought to himself, I’m totally going to find a way to get him back for this! As he continued to look into the mirror, he took a moment to admire his new visage. Upon poking and prodding his face while admiring his cleft chin and angular features, Bryce found himself somewhat intrigued by what it meant to be Tom Brady. Given that there was little reason for the man to remain optimistic for a body swap scenario since his original body was still nowhere to be found, the man soon found himself having to quickly accept the fact that he may have to be Tom Brady for the foreseeable future (or at least until he finds a way to become himself again).

As if on cue, Bryce found himself having to quickly embrace his new identity as an elderly janitor walked in on him. “Is everything ok Mr. Brady?” the man asked, looking up at Bryce with clear appreciation and admiration. “I was looking to start cleaning the room, but if you’re still doing something, I can try to come back later,” he continued, pointing towards the cart that he had pulled into the room.

While Bryce wanted nothing more than to stay in this room forever and try to find a solution, he knew that this was impossible. Tom surely had countless requirements as a husband, father, and athlete, so he didn’t want to rock the boat so quickly. Although there was certainly going to have to be some time to adapt to such changes and thus make some life decisions if he was going to become Brady full-time, there was no reason to delay the inevitable. “Uh, no sorry, go ahead,” Bryce said, moving to the side as he headed towards Brady’s locker and grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone. Giving a simple wave to the overjoyed janitor, Bryce slowly made his way out of the arena and towards Tom’s high-end sports car. As he stepped into it and started to rev the engine, he couldn’t deny that maybe there were some positives to this situation. For one, it will be nice to have a slew of high-quality and drivable cars at his disposal. On top of that Brady wasn’t an unattractive guy, so that was yet another potential benefit towards waking up every morning in this new life. So, with a slight smile on his face, Bryce quickly drove off out of the arena and into his new life as Tom Brady.

* * * * *

As Tom Brady stepped off of stage upon finishing up his shocking retirement announcement, the entire area erupted into expressions of shock, anger, and confusion. Despite being one of the older players in the NFL, everyone had expected Brady to remain on the field until he was eventually dragged off of it due to some sort of injury. They were right in a way, as the real Tom Brady would have continued playing until the last possible second. But unfortunately for all involved, Bryce was still in control of Tom Brady’s body and life.

At first, Bryce tried his hardest to adapt to Tom’s life and career as a prominent player in the NFL. But there was so much anxiety running through his body during simple practices that not even Tom’s natural muscle memory for the sport was able to help save him. So, given the man’s hefty bank account and seven Super Bowl rings, Bryce knew that retiring from the league wouldn’t be the end of the world. In many ways, it would actually be a godsend to take a step back from the spotlight and just live comfortably. Even if he stopped working, he could easily come up with some other side hustle to keep him busy. In fact, it was through this sort of thinking where Bryce had first come up with the idea of launching an athletic clothing line. The appeal would certainly be strong, especially since everyone would like to believe that wearing Brady’s brand of clothing would give them his same sort of stamina and football prowess.

While there were certainly many aspects of living life as Tom Brady that were great (such as his rather handsome face, insane wealth, or muscular body), Bryce couldn’t deny that there were still plenty of areas where he was still trying to learn how to deal with. Firstly, it was a bit of a struggle for him to realize that he would now be spending the rest of his life as a middle-aged man. Although Bryce wasn’t a man straight out of college, it still wasn’t great to know that he had lost 9 years of his life to become the 44-year-old player. Not only that, but he was also middle-aged and a father!

At first it seemed to be a slight struggle to adapt to being married to a Brazilian woman, but as Bryce continued to spend each day as Tom, those hardships soon began to disappear. It was as if Tom’s muscle memory and former heterosexuality were giving Bryce an assist, as he soon found himself easily enjoying intimate moments with his new wife while also hitting every spot that would make the woman moan in pure ecstasy.

However, the concept of being a dad and having to parent the children was still something that Tom’s muscle memory couldn’t help Bryce with. He had never really been too into spending time with kids, so it was sort of hell for him to have to deal with a teenager and two other youngsters. But alas, Nate’s powers on Bryce had left him permanently stuck as Tom Brady. No matter how many people he reached out to get help, none of them could find a way to remove his soul from Brady’s body that wouldn’t risk killing them both.

Due to this fate forced upon him, it was safe to say that Bryce was quite angry still at his friend. As he continued to spend each day of his new life as a retiree lounging in his mansion though, he quickly realized that Nate hadn’t really thought his plan through. While it was cruel to remove Bryce and his body from existence by shoving him into Brady’s body, this had also given him an endless bank account at his disposal. So, with revenge still on his mind, the new Tom Brady spent every day searching for anyone willing to dish out some old-fashioned transformational revenge towards his former friend. Luckily, it didn’t take long before Tom was able to find the perfect individual to cast a spell on his former friend to give him a rude awakening by cursing him to an even worse and more humiliating fate…

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#possession #collaboration #stories involving football #age progression

[animeyanderelover]

Omg it's been so long since I've gotten here in time when requests are open but here I am anyway I hope your doing ok and things went well with your visit with friends &Grandparents anyways I feel weird asking it but after reading your intepretation you caught my intrigue I'd like to request yandere Ging hc of him with a s/o who always tries to move b/c he annoys her but he keeps coming back !!! Feel free to make it soft 😊

It's been a while indeed since I've seen you so I'm happy you made it. Sorry that it took so long, but school enables me to only write one post per day😞. Buuut...I have only one week left before holidays and the last week we won't do much anything so I hope that by tomorrow I'll be able to write more again!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, obsessiveness, stalking, Ging annoying the s/o, meltdown of the s/o

Annoying

🍎I feel you, darling. It has to be exhausting to never know when exactly this man comes back or not, the times he just pops up in front of your house or has already somehow broken in and acting like he is at home. Ging simply can't help making bad impressions on his darling due to his constant absence and the indifference he seems to possess whenever they're pissed and want to scold him for his behavior. As someone who would like avoiding such arguments, he either disappears yet again or at least tries to calm you down in a way that doesn't help in most cases.

🍎You think moving away will work, hmm? Sorry to tell you, but it won't. Despite the impression that Ging doesn't look like he cares much and is a rather messy person, he is a respected Hunter. Connections, the possibilities he has with the status of being a Hunter and his very own skills are nothing to be forgotten and so he will have the new location of his darling found out the moment he finds out that they've moved. It's not like he pushes you into a corner for it the next time he just appears in front of the darling's door, ignoring their flabbergasted impression and going inside.

🍎The Hunter has already figured out from the very first incident why exactly you wanted to move, you were happy in your old home with the only thing annoying you being him. Ging is aware of his behavior and that it often has you feel like you want to rip your hair out yet he never really considered it too deeply. That is the kind of guy Ging is and it makes him a horrible person in more than just one pair of eyes. It just feels like he is not taking his darling seriously and ridicules them and that hurts, not to mention that he is so often away.

🍎So maybe now is the time to start recalling his actions and that he's made you go livid to the point where you do not want to be with him anymore. It becomes more and more visible every time you move away, slam the door shut as soon as he knocks on it or just refuses to open it at all. Something he would call "overreacting" at first seems to only turn more and more turbulent until the very first time his darling has a complete meltdown in front of him whilst he was telling them to chill out. Hysterical screaming and yelling whilst starting to burst out in tears before pushing him with violence out, slamming the door shut behind him.

🍎That was the first time Ging shut up when witnessing all of this, freezing and not knowing what to do. Even after he has been kicked down he doesn't know how to act, only the cries inside the house accompanying his thoughts for a while until you seem to calm down a bit. Overwhelmed would be the word to use for him, the feeling of helplessness and confusion, the feeling of having no idea what exactly to do now. It is the very first time his darling has given him such a emotional reaction, a highly negative one. The turning point where Ging has to ask himself if things can really stay the way they are or if he has to do something.

🍎Obviously he acts like a horrible person, but maybe he just happened to hit the wrong nerve after pocking for so long at you, maybe you just had enough. And as much as he hates troubles like those, even he is not too dumb or lazy to think that he can just act like he always did. Not this time, you clearly despise him by now. And that is not the kind of relationship he wishes to have when with the s/o. But the biggest problem for him now is what he is even suppose to do. He's no expert and will never be. How does someone apologize to their loved one without ruining things even more?

🍎The sudden disappearance from this man is something you're used to and wish for and that is what happens after. But not exactly for the reason you think. Ging believes that what you need now most is time to calm down, visiting you right after your outburst is not a wise option. Additionally he himself needs time to think now on what he should do, how he can make things right again. Well, as right as possible at least. It's written all over his face that something is bothering him and some people actually speak to him because of it. And Ging...well, after some time he tells them in vague details what is on his mind.

🍎Such talks are what turns out to be a big help because some people are surprisingly helpful. Especially all those married people who somewhat sympathize with the Hunter tell him in return their stories and what they did to make up with their partners and lovers. Lots of different advices and stories and yet Ging finds himself still having troubles. He's never done anything like this before so he is more nervous than he would like to admit after he has been away for a bit, tracking down the new home of yours again. Something really has to change.

🍎Blocking the door with his foot as you try to slam it shut right in front of his nose again is within his expectations as well as the yelling and he endures it with the same angering calmness as he always does. It's all the same in his darling's opinion. Until the very moment where he actually pulls out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, handing them in a somewhat shy manner over. The man is highly embarrassed about it, not able to look his darling straight into their confused face as he stutters out an apology he has practiced beforehand. The practice was useless though, in front of the s/o this is a completely different thing.

🍎Instant forgiveness is not what you give him nor does he expect this. He did go too far about this time and he knows that he should stay to fix this. And he does. Somewhere else of course but it is the very first time he stays for a really long time since the grudge you have against him is not easy. During this time he comes to realize something uite importantt himself, how much of your life he actually missed whilst being constantly away. There are new hobbies and new friends you didn't know you had before and some of those friends are people he doesn't like. Because they're too close and you ignore him for them.

🍎It's rather silly since they're the only ones who kept you company whilst he was always away and he deserves this, but karma is a bitter bitch as he experiences himself. The relationship you two once had is in your eyes probably no more, increasing the danger of you falling in love with someone else, someone who will actually stay with you. Maybe that is why Ging turns unusually petty, following his darling around and biting his tongue when he catches them with one of those people he has officially recognized as love rivals. What a nasty feeling jealousy is and how frustrating your grin is when you caught him jealous for the very first time in a long while. Seems like the roles have reversed, haven't they?

🍎Using his connections is an option, but by now Ging is far too much provoked to do this himself. Not like he was planning before to use it, another drama with you is the last thing on his list he wants. His darling is letting him dance around here for quite a bit to the point where he accuses them mentally for being a sadist since he is pushed to do so many things he never did before and for that feels extremely awkward. Yet he goes through everything with embarrassment burning his skin, the desire to want the relationship far greater.

🍎The s/o comes to realize that he is serious as well, though doubting it at first. But the constant small gifts and the fact that he apologizes whenever he sees themplus tehe valuable fact that he stays around for a very long time convince them after some time. But forgiving him sweetly right after isn't what you would want after all the emotional roller coaster. You'll get back at him for everything before you shall grant him the relationship back. It takes a very long time and by the end of it Ging has probably the most frustrating months of his entire life behind him so it's safe to assume that now he knows how you must feel. Believe me, he has learned his lesson of a lifetime to treat his darling better from now on.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere ging #yandere ging freecss

[pirate-au]

A Pirate's Life for a Prince (Part 3)

Summary: Roman was a dashing Captain, content with his exciting life out at sea, diving head first into adventure both on and off land. He wouldn't give up his life for anything, and yet he found himself...lacking something. He was never sure what.

When he meets Virgil, a seemingly common traveler in an old tavern, that lacking feeling in his chest goes away for the first time in a long while. So surely there's no harm in offering the stranger and his friend a ride, right?

Once again a big thank you to @cheshirevalentine for help with this story

part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5 part 6

Logan had always been a light sleeper, and while the noises of the ship rarely ever bothered him enough to disturb his sleep, what did disturb him was Roman's ridiculous new habit of getting up to go on late night walks.

He’d woken up earlier when Roman had slipped out of the room, and he was still awake some time later when he returned, sooner than Logan would have expected.

He didn’t bother pretending to be asleep, sitting up on his elbows and squinting at the doorway. “Why are you awake?”

Roman froze in his spot when Logan spoke, hesitating for only a moment. “Uhm, I uh, I was just… on a walk! I was just on a walk, is all. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Roman,” Logan sighed, steady and unimpressed. Roman had always been an actor at heart, but the Captain couldn’t lie to save his life. “What’s wrong?”

Roman sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Virgil is a prince, did you know that? Crown Prince. I had no idea.”

He was doing his best to sound casual, but it wasn’t hard for Logan to see through the hastily put together facade to the panic underneath.

Well. He’d expected them to have this conversation eventually.

“I was not aware he was the heir, no.”

“Well, he is!” Roman said, sounding a bit frantic. “My reaction was that we had to turn around, of course. I’m a pirate, but I’m not the kidnaps-the-only-heir-to-the-throne type of pirate. Apparently that was the wrong reaction!”

Logan tilted his head, trying to get a better look at the Captain, but the poor lighting made it almost impossible to read his friend’s expression. Not that he’d ever been good with expressions anyway. “Are we turning around?”

“No. We aren’t turning around, he—” Roman paused, clearing his throat before he started up his pacing. “They weren’t… good to him. We aren’t turning around and we won’t be bringing him back for any reason.”

"Roman." Logan hesitated, choosing his words carefully. He certainly had no qualms with the decision, but they did still have a crew to think about. "Is your… infatuation with Virgil playing into this decision?"

“What?” Roman whirled around to face him, eyes wide. “No! They hurt him! He nearly tipped himself off the ship when I said I was turning around! This has nothing to do with me. I’d be a monster if I took him back!”

“I figured as much,” Logan said, calm as ever in the face of Roman’s outburst. They had always been that way- Logan being the unwavering tree in the face of Roman’s inevitable storm. He leaned back against his pillow, assuming this was the end of the discussion. “I would not have let you take him back anyway.”

“Wha- why not?” Roman asked, incredulously. “If you knew something why didn’t you just tell me? This whole thing could have been avoided if I had just known better!”

Logan hesitated, fiddling with his blanket between his thumb and forefinger. He’d figured Virgil was a royal based on his clothes and mannerisms, and he’d suspected Patton was a servant or advisor of some kind.

He’d quietly asked Patton about it, mostly curious how they’d managed to get out of the palace walls unseen, and Roman had been too busy with Virgil to notice Patton grab his first mate by the tie and promptly threaten his life if anyone ever found out about Virgil’s identity.

He had a feeling Roman wouldn’t appreciate hearing about that right now. Besides, Logan and Patton were getting along fine now, the few times they’d spoken.

“I did not know,” he said instead. “There wasn’t enough time for me to do anything but speculate about Virgil’s identity.”

“But why didn’t you say anything?”

And Logan… knew why. As hard as it was to admit it to himself, he knew it was because Roman had looked so happy this past week. Roman had smiled, and laughed and looked so excited. It had been a long time since Logan had seen that spark in the Captain’s eyes. He didn’t want to be the one to take it away, to replace it with only more stress and worry.

“There was no point.” Logan finally settled on, lifting his head to meet Roman’s eyes through the dark. “But there is no logic in returning an abuse victim to their abusers, Roman. I know you would never forgive yourself if you decided to turn around. So I won’t let you.”

Roman seemed to deflate, his shoulders slumping. He sighed, rubbing his face with both hands. "He tried to throw himself off the ship, Lo," he whispered. "This… is not going to be easy to deal with."

“It is not,” Logan agreed, thinking back to how viciously protective Patton had been of the young Prince. “But I doubt it will be any easier for him. Your kindness is probably something very new to him.”

“I know,” Roman said, lowering himself to the floor and resting his face in his hands. “And that’s awful. I wish—” he stopped, head shooting up in panic. “You don’t think Patton—?”

“I do not,” Logan assured. “I imagine Virgil would have said something to you while you two were alone if Patton was a threat. He seems to be able to calm Virgil down,” he said. “From what I’ve seen.”

Roman relaxed once more, slouching a little. “Oh. Good, I… I was just worried. I hadn’t thought of it before, but if he was and I left Virgil alone with him—”

"Patton and Virgil have been sharing a room since they arrived here,” Logan pointed out. He’d seen Virgil go to Patton if he looked overwhelmed, an unspoken agreement to be held, and he’d seen Patton seek Virgil out himself if he seemed to get a bad feeling. “Virgil has not appeared to be in any pain or distress since departing."

“Right. Good, that’s… good.” Roman sighed, small and unsteady, running a hand over his face. “Why is it that the one time I try to do a good thing it ends up biting me in the ass? Is this karma?”

Logan frowned, first because Roman had done plenty of good things in the past, and second because… what on earth did that mean?

“Why would Virgil… bite you in the ass?”

“It’s a turn of phrase,” Roman said with another sigh. “It means what I did is having a negative effect on me.”

"But you're doing the right thing, despite the negatives." Logan sat up in bed again, reaching for his glasses to get a better look at the Captain. "If any other pirate had found Virgil, they'd take him home and demand a ransom in the process. You're saving his life, Roman."

He watched with a frown as Roman, still seated on the floor, reached for his pillow and blanket tucked neatly into the corner. Logan (allowing himself to be a bit petty for once) had set up the Captain’s temporary bed on the floor.

But seeing the obvious exhaustion on his face, the unmistakable tension in his shoulders, Logan couldn’t bring himself to stay annoyed with him. Not when he suspected Roman wasn’t getting nearly as much sleep as he claimed to be.

“I know,” Roman said, rubbing wearily at his eyes. “I don’t know what he’s going to do when we get to Deigh, though. I don’t think he even has a plan, he said he didn’t expect to get out of the city so fast.”

Logan sighed, moving his own pillow to the other side of the bed and scooting over to make room for the other man. “It’s fortunate that he met you, then. I’m sure he’ll find his way.”

Roman nodded, gratefully getting up from the floor, grabbing his pillow and making his way over to his side of the bed. Logan took a risk and reached over to squeeze his arm, relaxing slightly when the Captain smiled.

“I hope so,” Roman said quietly. “At least he won’t be alone.”

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[nagisa-shiota-worthy-shit]

Colours of Summer

Karmagisa Week 2021 day 7 prompt: colours wordcount: 2418

basically: a collection of short scenes occuring on one hot summer day with Karmagisa, based on colours and summer objects. (might be extended some time after Karmagisa week, on AO3)

---------------------------------------- --Pink Swimming Trunks--

“What. is. that?” Karma uttered. 

Nagisa sighed in response, turning a little red in the face, but hiding most of his embarrassment by avoiding eye contact. The object of embarrassment? the soft pink swimming trunks he was now wearing. Karma had never seen his boyfriend wearing them, and he didn’t think Nagisa ever would. Nagisa had a bad relationship with the colour pink. 

“T-they’re supposed to be white,” Nagisa explained, “My mom washed them but accidentally mixed some laundry and-” 

“You’re kidding me,” Karma started laughing, “What kind of cliched tv trope shit is this?” 

Nagisa didn’t respond to that, instead walked past his boyfriend to put on the white shirt he’d brought for himself. Karma did the same, not wishing to travel all the way to the beach shirtless, but he was still laughing as he did so. At least he tried to do it quietly. 

Eventually, he had enough of their silence. He turned to his boyfriend again, who was now putting food into their bag, and walked up to him. He threw his arms around him, hugging him from the back, and rested his chin on his head. The height difference made this a very simple gesture for him. Although, he was sure Nagisa wasn’t that big of a fan of the reminder that he was small. 

“Pink still looks good on you,” Karma said, as a form of apology. 

At first, Nagisa didn’t say anything. He just stood there accepting the embrace. Eventually there was a sigh, a shuffling of shoulders, and a soft humm. Karma knew that pretty much meant forgiveness. Still, he kept the other boy in his embrace. Well, with Karma’s superior power it was also a bit like a form of restraining the smaller boy. 

“Come on,” Karma finally said, “We have a hot summer’s day to waste.” 

--Blue Water--

Nagisa had been standing on the edge of the water for a while now, hesitating going in. Every once in a while, he stuck his leg out when the high tide came close enough to him, carefully trying out the water’s temperature. Every single time, he shrunk together slightly, and moved back a few small steps. Karma was getting a little sick of waiting. 

“Can you come in already?” He complained, “the water is really nice once you actually get used to it.” 

A difficult look appeared on Nagisa’s face. It appeared he was considering his options. Really, there wasn’t much to consider. They’d traveled all this way to have a fun beach day, at some point Nagisa would have to get in the water. Stalling it would only make it worse. For someone who complained so much about the hot weather, Nagisa sure was being petty about a little cold water. He should just get in and feel refreshed. 

Karma looked over his shoulder, taking in the view of the sea stretching all the way to the horizon. The blue sea was shimmering, reflecting the sun’s light, and shining in Karma’s eyes. When he turned around there was no sun irritatingly blinding him. Instead, he saw Nagisa once again jumping away from the water. 

“If you don’t get in now, I’m going to drag you in here myself,” Karma threatened. 

Nagisa pursed his lips, looked down at the water, and took a moment to consider the threat. Of course, Karma knew he was serious, but he figured Nagisa knew it too. This was the kind of action Karma was very prone to: annoying and physical. Still, Nagisa was one of the few people capable of escaping these situations. Basically, he could ‘cute’ his way out of it. Karma was always a little weak to his boyfriend’s charms. So, Nagisa just stood there. He didn’t make any move indicating he was going to get in the water. 

Karma looked him in the eye, trying to send him a warning glare. Nagisa, in response, just put a slight smile on his face. There was no denying for Karma that Nagisa looked pretty and soft right there, however, there was also no denying Nagisa just had to get in the damn water. 

“Do I need to count down?” Karma asked, as if he was talking to a toddler. 

Nagisa rolled his eyes. “I’m not eight.” 

For a second, Karma considered his next comment. He decided to not go for the comeback, trying to somewhat stay on his boyfriend’s good side. Then again, if he did really drag Nagisa into the water, that would be ruined anyways. To be fair, that would be laughed off. A comment about Nagisa perhaps looking like an eight year old was something Nagisa was a little more sensitive about. 

“3” Karma started counting. 

Nagisa squinted for a second, but then crossed his arms, standing by his decision to annoy Karma, apparently. That wasn’t going to stop Karma just yet. 

“2” 

Nagisa looked away for less than a second, before looking back at Karma. Most likely, he was considering whether Karma was being serious. 

“1” 

Nagisa still stood there. It appeared he was not getting into the water of his own accord. 

“zero, okay here we go.” 

Karma moved forwards, quickly running towards his boyfriend with water splashing at his side. Nagisa barely had any time to react, making an attempt to turn around and run away, but he was just a little too slow to escape Karma. Karma held his arms open wide and embraced his boyfriend, entangling his arms in there as well, but instead of making it some kind of hug, just picked him up. 

At first Nagisa just yelped, confused about what had just happened. Then, he started kicking, trying to wiggle himself free from his boyfriend’s grip. There were some noises of complaint, but Karma ignored those. The grip he had was tight and just a tad too powerful for Nagisa to escape. 

He walked back into the water until it came up to his knees. With the struggling Nagisa still in his grip, he took a ready stance. His lips were curled into a mischievous smirk. He was excited for this part. 

All of a sudden, he dropped Nagisa. Well.. dropped… It was more like he threw the other boy into the water. Nagisa yelled and, with a big splash, landed in the water. After struggling for just a short moment, he sat up, shoulders and up above the water. The look on his face spoke of dissatisfaction. 

Karma, on the other hand, just laughed. 

“And now you’re in!” He announced. 

Before he knew it, Nagisa had gotten up. With inhuman speed, he moved around Karma, hooking his leg around his, and used his hands to push him over. Karma was being tackled. He made an attempt to save himself but, sadly, Nagisa’s tackle was pretty waterproof. Karma, on the other hand, wasn’t waterproof, and landed in the water with a splash. 

When he came up again, he had a challenging smile on his face. One look at Nagisa confirmed he was feeling the same. His boyfriend looked proud, but not entirely done with their insignificant battle. It also, to Karma at least, looked a little hot. 

“That's how we’re going to play this, huh?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Depends,” Nagisa shrugged, “Are you ready to fight a battle you can’t win.” 

There was no malicious intent in either of their words. Both of them had meant it in a playful manner, and both thrived on the friendly competition between the two of them. So, yes, Karma was more than intrigued by Nagisa’s sudden cockiness. He had to make sure he got rid of that arrogant smile on Nagisa’s face. 

“Game on.” 

--Red Burnt Skin--

When they’d gotten back to Karma’s place late in the afternoon, nothing but complaints left Karma’s mouth. His skin was burning red, slight patches of white skin visible on places that had been covered during the day. The contrast was great, and so was the pain. 

“My skin is going to burn off,” Karma grumbled. 

“No it’s not,” Nagisa spoke matter of factly, “and I feel like this is the perfect time for an ‘I told you so.’” 

Karma just grumbled, really not up for that discussion. As he fell down on his couch, his skin rubbed slightly against a pillow with a more rough fabric, and he felt himself cringe all throughout. He pouted, trying to gain pity attention from his boyfriend. 

That attention didn’t appear to be happening. Nagisa was just unpacking some empty food containers from their bag, focused as he stacked them up in an attempt to bring all of them to the kitchen in one go. From the look on his face, one would say he wasn’t too bothered about his boyfriend’s pain. Karma, being said pained boyfriend, wasn’t a fan of that. 

“Nagisa~” His voice came out in a singsong manner, “Don’t be mean, I’m suffering.” 

When Nagisa turned around to look at him, the look in his eyes spoke of book volumes. On a surface level, he looked unimpressed, eyebrows raised as he looked down at Karma laid down on the couch. In his eyes was also a hint of disappointment. Karma had grown rather familiar with that particular look, so he was one of the few people who could read past the bigger emotions Nagisa portrayed on his face. Yes, he knew Nagisa very well, and he knew Nagisa thought that Karma was overreacting. 

“I got a little burnt too,” Nagisa argued. 

“You didn’t get sunburned,” Karma complained, “You got sun kissed.” 

Karma couldn’t help but be a little grumpy about it all. Although there was some truth to Nagisa’s words, a little sunscreen like his boyfriend had used would have been wise, it still felt unfair how easily Karma burnt in the sun compared to Nagisa. Even without the sunscreen, Nagisa barely tanned. Meanwhile Karma had to live like a lobster. 

“I have some aloe vera,” Nagisa offered with an annoyingly caring tone, “Do you want me to put some on your shoulders?” 

“... yes please.” 

--Orange Sunset--

Nagisa poked Karma’s bright red arm, earning a groaned response from him. He was still a little grumpy over the whole sunburn ordeal, but at the very least he had now somewhat cooled down due to the aloe vera Nagisa had been so gracious to share with him. So, the complaining had stopped, and Nagisa suggested going on a walk to end their long day. To Karma, ending a long day with another physical activity was a little weird, considering it just made the day longer, but Nagisa seemed really eager to go outside again, so he opted to not complain about it. 

It was a rather enjoyable walk. Nagisa talked throughout most of it, Karma only interjecting a few times with a funny side comment or fact Nagisa wasn’t aware of yet, and that was just fine. Karma liked hearing Nagisa’s rambling. The enthusiasm in Nagisa’s voice as he described a particularly spectacular scene in an action movie he’d recently seen was cute. Why would Karma ever complain about seeing Nagisa happy? 

“Oh woah,” Nagisa suddenly interrupted himself mid-story, “The sky looks so cool right now.” 

The sky they were looking at was in fact very pretty, Karma had to agree. Above them, an orange colour had started to spread out, becoming a deeper version of its own colour as their eyes were directed towards the horizon. The sun, another shade of orange, was about halfway down by now, yet still illuminated the world very well. Just like the rest of the day, there were no clouds to interrupt the bright colours of the sky. 

When Karma looked back at Nagisa, he noted that the orange lighting of the sunset was more than a little flattering on the boy. His skin was touched by the light, changing its tone and making him appear like he was gold. If Karma didn’t know better, he would say Nagisa looked like a god. 

Except, he knew better, and Nagisa would respond awkwardly to that statement. He wouldn’t know what to say and just stammer his way through. On any other occasion, Karma would have made the comment, considering he enjoyed teasing his boyfriend. At that moment, however, he didn’t feel like ruining the moment. 

“It’s pretty,” was all Karma said. 

Nagisa seemed a little taken back by the comment. “That’s all? Just pretty?” 

“Well, it is.”

“Not even a ‘like you’ comment?” 

“Are we fishing for compliments now, Nagisa?” 

Nagisa turned red, although his cheeks had already been the crimson colour because of the day’s worth of sun. He looked away from Karma, a slight pout on his face and a loss for words. It was a common, yet still amusing, sight. So, Karma just laughed at him. That was his usual response. 

“I didn’t mean it that way!” Nagisa defended himself, “I-I meant it like-” 

Karma just held up his hand, interrupting the other boy’s explanation. He didn’t need a stuttering explanation of something Karma fully understood. He’d been joking, obviously. There had been so many occasions where Karma had made the exact joke Nagisa had been referring to, so he couldn’t exactly blame Nagisa for almost expecting it. It had been the perfect set up, actually. 

Instead, he turned to look at the sunset again, admiring its beauty and the moment it was creating for him. As cheesy as it all was, he really did feel the need to share that moment with Nagisa. Sunsets were, perhaps, a little overdone as a romantic setting, however, it still worked so well. Why fix what wasn’t broken? Why not use this moment for his own cheesy gains? 

Nagisa seemed to share that sentiment, because the moment Karma held his hand closer to his boyfriend, he immediately grabbed hold of it. They swung their entangled hands about for a bit in silence, watching the sun slowly disappear down into something unknown. Behind them, the sky had already started turning a darker shade of blue, but that didn’t matter to them. The approaching darkness wasn’t the thing they were focused on in that moment. 

With the last rays of sunshine still hitting their face, Karma turned to Nagisa, pulling his boyfriend closer to him. One hand went to hold Nagisa’s cheek as he moved forwards and connected their lips. Their kiss went on until the sun was completely down, darkness slowly falling over the world, and the summer’s day had finally ended. 

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[thatasianstereotype]

Shit. I Got To Deal With This Bitch (Again). 

The third installment of my Adrien x Damian AU. 

First: Fuck. I’m Gay. 

Second: Damn, You’re Looking Fine. 

Well, would you look at that? I’m not dead after all. And this took a while to put together understatement of the fucking century. The reason is because life is a busy little shit the English language will not cooperate. I’m thinking of a scene I want to write and somehow words are lost in translating that into the computer and I end up with a white blank screen in the end. 

But moving on to the fic. At first, I was going to have the whole Gabriel-being-put-in-jail and former-friends-thing put as an aftermath because I really wanted to write Marinette and Adrien meeting the Waynes. But I decided to make the aftermath a full-blown fic from @michaelshadow7779′s ideas and extend the trilogy into a four-part series. 

This part will be focused on what happened to Liar-la, Ms. Bustier’s class trying to gain back their friendship with Marinette and Adrien, and Gabriel getting a special visit from both Robin and Ladybug. 

Again, this is a crack writing where creative liberties were definitely taken. 

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Lila Rossi is a fucking bitch and everyone —Like everyone this time— knew it. 

Her reputation was now in shambles (she’s now known as that pathological liar or that lying bitch) and Ms. Bustier’s class could only stare at her with hatred and anger —feelings that were once directed at Marinette. 

No one entertained her lies anymore. No one really hung out with her anymore. She sat at the back of the class, staring daggers at both Adrien and Marinette all day (just wishing for an akuma that will never appear).

Unfortunately for her, Lila couldn’t transfer out of class and with only 2 more months of the school year left, she couldn’t transfer out of school so she was stuck dealing with the consequences of her actions: being a fucking social outcast.

Because the class was not at all happy with their supposed friend. Tensions ran high during school. Things took a turn for the worse when Ms. Bustier tried to “fix” things in her own way, mentioning how the only reason Lila lied was because of her “disease” and the girl simply wanted to make friends. 

Needless to say, the class did not appreciate their teacher making them out to be fools all this time. 

It was Alya who ripped her a new one. Césaire definitely has a set of lungs on her. And Adrien would be lying if he didn’t say how utterly satisfying it was to watch.

Karma was a bitch. 

Payback was a bitch. 

And Adrien was fucking living in the aftermath. He wondered if it was mean (probably but he didn’t care) that he wished he had popcorn right now. 

All in all, life returned back to normal. 

Well, kind of. 

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Unfortunately, with the 2 months left in the school year, Ms. Bustier couldn’t exactly be let go because apparently Mr. Damocles didn’t want to deal with the whole paperwork, trying to find a new teacher to replace her, and dealing with the so-called Akuma class. 

That fucker. 

So essentially, he left her at the mercy of her unhappy class, saying she will be let go at the end of the school year. 

Ms. Bustier was unhappy with the arrangement. The class was unhappy with it too. Probably even more so. Since they still got to deal with Rossi’s bitch ass on a daily basis. 

The remaining 2 months of school were spent in a passive-aggressive war. Teacher vs. Students. Where technically the teacher should be respected and they should learn from her but the class was unleashing their collective pettiness. 

And Caline Bustier was fucking done with this job. She wanted to go back in time to when she thought being a teacher was a good idea and shake her past self silly. At this point, she was just counting the days until she can leave for good. 

“Kim. That’s the third time you slept in class this week. If you don’t pay attention, you won’t pass the test next week.” 

“Hold up. I got to ask the certified pathological liar where I put all the fucks I give.” 

“Ok. Don’t forget to ask Marinette if you can actually trust her answer.” 

It was glorious. 

Adrien and Marinette were definitely enjoying the show. 

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Marinette put down her sketchbook and stared at Damian for a minute. “You’ve been here for a month and a half already. Are you still doing business for your dad?” 

Damian Wayne became a common sight around Françoise Dupont High School and can usually be seen around Adrien and Marinette. After a week of constantly seeing him hang around lunch or in after school activities/clubs, seeing a Wayne soon lost its novelty and people accepted it as the new norm.

“I’m already done with what I need to do at WE’s Paris branch.” He casually plucked flowers from the ground to make a crown for his mon amour who was happily chatting with Luka and Kagami.

“So why are you still here? Don’t you have your own education to finish?”

“My schooling is of no concern. I already earned my diploma a few months ago. It was not at all difficult when I’m already light years ahead of my peers in regards to the dismal educational system my Father forced me to attend."

She raised an unamused eyebrow. “Uh huh. And your family isn’t worried at all about you, a minor, being in a foreign country all by yourself?” 

“They know I’m here. I already informed Father that I will be extending my stay here.”

“And he just accepted it? Just like that?”

"I’m responsible enough to handle myself. I surely do not need Batman watching over me. And you don’t need to worry at all. I’ve been away from home for far longer.”

“You’re completely missing the point.”

“On the contrary, I thought I answered the question perfectly.”

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When they weren’t playing a petty war with Bustier, the class was trying to get back into Marinette and Adrien’s good graces by inviting them to everything and trying to include the pair in their lives again. They wanted to be friends with their Everyday Ladybug and Sunshine Child again. 

“Want to do homework together?”

“How about a study session?” 

“We’re having a sleepover at Juleka’s place, Marinette. We can talk about each other’s love lives like the good old times.” 

“Wanna see the new movie that came out, Adrien? I’ll even pay for your favorite snacks.”

“Come on you two. Let’s hang out in the park. We can get Andre’s ice cream too. It’ll be fun.” 

Spoiler alert: It don’t work. At all. 

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“Hey Marinette, Adrien! Why don’t you sit with us today?” Alya eagerly waved at them from where she was sitting with Nino. 

It was a part of a long list of efforts that the class is trying to include the pair in. And it would be nice if it was just to be nice and friendly, you know. Adrien wasn’t going to be outright mean to them even though they fucking deserve it after how they treated the beautiful and kind goddess that was Marinette because Mari asked him to “Play nice, kitty”. 

But the class kept trying to slide the whole Liar-la thing under the rug as if it was nothing. As if they didn’t shit all over their good name for a two-faced bitch. As if they had no part in making them feel like outcasts just weeks before. As if they didn’t called them hateful names or gave them scornful glares. 

And that’s just fucking wrong. Because it wasn’t nothing. And they weren’t good pals anymore. So stop fucking acting like it. 

Adrien was so done with his former friends/classmates. Marinette even more so. 

Because apparently, saying “Yeah, We want nothing to do with you anymore.” is not fucking clear enough that the pair wanted nothing to do with their former friends. 

Like what the actual fuck. 

Luckily, Mari can sense her kitty’s bad mood and quickly laid a hand on his arm and led them to their seats in the middle row since Liar-la took the back and they will be damned if they sit next to her. 

Alya was utterly aghast. She and the others were trying their best to have things be back to where they were before. Doesn’t Marinette and Adrien want things to be like they were before? When everyone was friends and they were making happy memories together? 

Why won’t they accept their olive branch? They’ll be friends again and everything will be okay just like it was before Lila came. 

Let it be known that Alya Césaire was not a patient person. Like at all. 

She was fuming (like you could see the smoke coming out of her ears) as she walked up to Marinette’s desk, just bursting at the seams with frustration. “I don’t get it. Why are you so cosy with Adrien instead of us? Did you forget he supported Lila too? 

“That was—” Marinette spoke up in defense of her everything-that-actually-matters brother. 

But Alya ignored her and bulldozed right over, slamming her hands down on her desk. “Yeah. He changed his mind later on but the point still stands that he was on Lila’s side just like us so why are you willing to be friends with him but not me and Nino? We were best buds.” 

“Adrien was friends with Lila unwillingly, unlike you guys. His douchebag of a father wanted him to play nice with that harlot for some reason and he had to go along with it or risk being pulled out of school.” 

Alya rolled her eyes (She literally rolled her eyes at that) before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Please. That’s probably a pretty little excuse he gave you be on your good side again. We all know Gabriel will never actually do it.”  

“Are you perhaps referring to the man who rejected the idea of a birthday part for his own son or makes Adrien attend constant photo shoots and a crazy schedule to follow that makes it hard for him to hang out with his friends regularly. That Gabriel?” 

At that, Alya faltered a bit as she uncrossed her arms. 

“Look, Alya. I’m fine with being friendly classmates but I’m not going to be your friend again.” 

And Alya —who wanted things to just be okay again and wanted to go back to being Marinette’s best friend, who was tired of days trying to put so much effort into being Marinette’s best gal again only to be rejected every single time— just let whatever came into her mind to slip out of her mouth. She didn’t watch what she said next and in doing so burnt the last bridge she ever had to Marinette. 

“Maybe Lila was actually right for once when she said the only reason you’re close to Adrien was to use him to get ahead in the fashion industry.” 

Oh shit. 

She really done did it now. 

It was at this point that Marinette’s infinite patience and kindness snapped. Adrien scooted his chair back a bit to get out of the crossfire. He’s a dumbass kitty but he still has self-preservation. 

The grip on her pencil tightened as her eyes narrowed and grew darker, her voice ice cold.  

“You were the one who decided we were done being friends, Césaire.” 

Alya was taken aback, frozen at the biting harshness Marinette directed at her. Whatever comeback she had died in her throat. 

Mari let out a deep breath and her voice was back to neutral. “Look. Maybe someday in the future we can be friends again. But not right now. Please respect my decision.”

And that was the end of that. 

Well kind of. 

Because the ice queen treatment didn’t deter her at all. Alya still persistently tried to get Marinette to be friends with her again until Nino pulled her away and forced her to stop it with her ridiculous antics which aren’t working. 

The rest of their former friends now classmates got the message and left the pair alone. They were friendly and cordial with each other as common courtesy dictate but they had no interaction beyond that. They were nowhere near as close as they once were before Liar-la happened. 

Anyway, school went back to normal. Well as normal as it could be with all the recent changes.

Nothing was as it was before. 

And Marinette and Adrien were fine with that. 

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Mari was hanging out with Aurore and Mireille for the afternoon so Damian and Adrien had Mari’s room all to themselves. They were currently playing video games. 

And although the Wayne boy was the perfect gentleman who doesn’t let his hormones rule over common courtesy and a proper courtship, Plagg was there to supervise the lovebirds (with a boatload of cheese to keep him company of course). 

He likes to think of himself as laid back and chill who cares deeply about his kittens. And Adrien is a pure innocent little bean. 

Don’t get him wrong. He does like Wayne as a person. The kid’s attitude and personality is a fun riot to witness. But the major plus is how it is beyond obvious Wayne adores and cares greatly about Adrien. He is a good boyfriend to his chaotic gay sunshine baby. 

But after all the shit and drama that went down with his scumbag of a dad, Plagg was just feeling a tad protective of his kitty. 

Just a tad. 

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They have been dating for close to a month now. He wonders if they are going to do a one-month anniversary. Is that excessive? Or was that normal? But Adrien still can’t get over how he landed such a hot and amazing guy as a beau. 

If only he could go back in time to visit his insecure and confused little self and reassure him that they had game all along. 

“Fuck. I lost.” 

Dami smirked. “That makes it 7 to 5 in my favor.” 

“I don’t care if you’re drop dead gorgeous. I’ll beat your pretty face in the next round.” 

Hot-And-Sexy had an amused grin on his face. “I love you too, babe.” 

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Marinete and Damian are finally making a plan to get Hawk Moth to answer for his crimes. Needless to say, they have their differences on how to handle Gabriel Agreste.

“I vote to have Hawk Moth taste my blade.”

“We’re not killing Adrien’s dad no matter how much he deserves it.”

“I can get away with it.”

“So can I. But murder is still illegal.”

Naturally, discussing how to confront Gabriel and coming with a good solid plan that satisfies both teenagers took some time.

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Adrien entered Mari’s room, humming a bit as he carried a tray filled with homemade snacks. He perked up seeing his two favorite people in the world getting along so well.

“Hey guys! What are you up to?”

Damian and Marinette glanced at each other for a split second. They didn’t want their Chaton to worry about Hawk Moth so they didn’t share any specifics.

It was Dami who spoke up. “We are discussing the legalities of assassination.”

Mari facepalmed.

Luckily, Adrien was a pure oblivious child. “That’s nice, babe.”

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With all the strange things he’s seen (namely, the Miraculous and getting powers from tiny little talking animals), Gabriel will like to say he shouldn’t be surprised. 

But he was. 

Luckily, he had enough self-control to not show his surprise in an obvious way, just a raised eyebrow towards the two superheroes standing in the middle of his office. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Mademoiselle Ladybug and Monsieur Robin?” Pleasant and neutral. 

Ladybug he can kind of understand her presence. He is a supervillain after all. Wait. Maybe ex-supervillain now. Because he hasn’t been doing villain things for a while now since he misplaced Nooroo’s brooch and couldn’t find it no matter how many boxes of unsold Miraculous replicas he went through. And he went through a lot (that is not an understatement). Amazing how much free time he has when he isn’t stalking on the watch for negative feelings. 

But what was Robin doing here? He wasn’t aware the Gotham sidekick was in Paris in the first place. 

“We are aware of your alter ego, Hawk Moth.” 

He sighed internally. This wasn’t going to end well. But he hasn’t gotten this far by bowing down easily. 

“Just because I am a genius recluse does not mean I have supervillain tendencies.” 

Ladybug was unimpressed as she crossed her arms and stare at him with a deadpan look. “But you do have supervillain tendencies. I have yours and Nathalie’s miraculous who told us all about your plans.” 

Huh, no wonder he couldn’t find them. 

But anyway, the gig was up. Nooroo and Duusu were very emotional blabbermouths. The main reason why he couldn’t let them out of his sight —besides needing them to transform into bad guys of course. 

“Then you know I had a good reason why I became Hawk Moth.” 

“To bring your wife back. Yes, I am aware of your ‘master’ plan.” 

Maybe he can appeal to their sympathy. After all, heroes got to have empathy, right? “It was for Adrien’s sake to have his family back together.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. 

Because next thing he knew he had a razor sharp sword against his neck. He didn’t even see Robin move. 

“Do not speak of his name, you traitor scum.” The Gotham hero growled. “How dare you preach about your son’s happiness when you are the one who have been neglecting him for the past years. Do not say you care for the boy when you never once showed an ounce of love towards him.” 

Why is Robin so protective towards Adrien? Do they know each other well? 

But Gabriel’s questions were immediately banished to the back of his mind. Because right now, he was righteously fearing for his life. Prison sounded better than death. He glanced towards Ladybug. He knew she, at least, wouldn’t let him die. She was the picture perfect hero after all. 

Who was facepalming at the situation. “For the last time, we are not killing Agreste.” 

Unfortunately, Robin did not remove the sword. “And as I keep saying, no one will have to know.” 

“I will. I am literally standing right here as a witness.” 

“You may look away if you are squeamish.”

“...That’s not the problem.” It was time for Ladybug to pull out the big guns. “And if you go through with this, you will make your boyfriend cry and he will no longer want to date you.” 

It took a few seconds but Robin eventually lowered the sword and addressed Gabriel. “Do not presume that because you have no received death today that you do not deserve it. The only reason why your guts have not decorated this room is because I do not wish to make my mon amour shed tears for such a despicable man.” 

Ladybug spoke up next. “We are going to report you to the authorities. Robin and I have enough evidence to put you away for life.” 

To live for another day, Gabriel makes the smart choice of quickly surrendering right then and there. 

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“Mon amour, I come bearing both good and bad news.” 

Adrien looked at Dami confused. “Okay? What’s the bad news?”

“Your sister have unfortunately stopped my attempt to slay your wicked father.” 

Aww. 

Adrien’s squishy little heart filled with endearing fondness at how much Hot-And-Sexy cared about him. 

“Killing my father isn’t worth going to jail, Dami. I’m sure you can pull off orange but Mari will probably bar me from ever visiting you to teach you a lesson.”  

He considered that for a moment. “That is true. Marinette is a frightening terror.” 

“She’s the greatest thing to happen to me.”Adrien swooned at his goddess before remembering his boyfriend was with him. “You’re a very close second.” 

But Dami was smiling fondly. “I know. I knew what I was getting into when I asked you out. I will never get in the way between your sibling bond.” 

Aww. 

He could feel his squishy little heart almost explode from all this sugary cuteness from his vain and egotistical Adonis.  

“You’re adorable. So what’s the good news you have for me?” 

“Marinette and I have finally dealt with your father. He will answer for his crimes in front of the Parisian authorities and you will not deal with the repercussions of being related to someone as vile as he.” 

“Does this mean I don’t have to legally change my name to Dupain-Cheng after all?” 

“You’re already one. Not sharing their name does not make you any less of one.” 

Adrien beamed, smiling brighter than any sun. He loved being part of the Dupain-Cheng family and it was nice to be acknowledged as one of them. 

“Of course. Being a Wayne is an honor too.” Damian said casually as if he was simply talking about the weather. Only the twitch of his fingers belied his nervousness. 

Adrien interlocked their fingers together. “You have to buy me a pretty ring first, Mr. Hot-And-Sexy.” 

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The next week was kind of crazy to say the least. 

Gabriel Agreste was outed as Hawk Moth and Natalie as Mayura to the public. They were promptly put in jail. 

For all their contingency plans, Marinette and Damian had nothing to worry about after all. Adrien being a literal sunshine and Paris’ darling model was what saved him from being a pariah and outcast. The public knew that Adrien was the victim here and not part of Hawk Moth’s plans at all (Be serious. Can you imagine Sunshine child actually having an evil streak in him? No? That’s right. Because it is impossible). People were more sympathetic about Adrien having such a douchebag as a father than the possibility that he was evil like said douchebag. 

After that whole drama mess, Ladybug and Chat Noir announced their retirement to Paris’ dismay. But eh. Without akumas running around, they can leave Paris’ future to the police (since it’s you know, their job to keep the peace and not teenagers who is still winging it as they kick ass). 

Marinette and Adrien just wanted to focus on their future without any other crazy shenanigans.

He already said it before. But it still bears repeating.

Lila Rossi is a bitch.

The only thing Gabriel did right was throw her under the bus when he was caught. He told the police and superheroes how Lila helped him cause akumas with her lies and manipulation. Who knew her destroyed reputation could plummet even further? Understandably, her mother was not at all pleased with her daughter’s antics.

For being a terrorist and an indecent person, Lila was immediately arrested and deported to Italy (and that’s the last they ever heard of her thank everything Mari thinks is holy). 

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With the whole Hawkmoth thing out of the way and he didn’t have to worry about his shitty dad ever again, Adrien can now focus on his biggest challenge yet. 

School will be over in a few days and summer will be here. Which means: It’s time to finally meet the Waynes. 

Oh fuck. He was going to meet the Batfam. 

And even though Dami assured him that his family will like him, he was still nervous. 

Fuck that. He was absolutely 100% freaking out!

Thank goodness Mari was coming along for the ride. 

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Reviewing Grey's Anatomy Episodes but this time its Season 17

(To those people on my page who don't watch Grey's Anatomy but are being subjected to this I'm so sorry but I really just like to vent about this show.)

Its season 17 now Yay.

They're dealing with the covid 19 pandemic and I'm sure the writers probably did lots of research to make sure that they had the most accurate representation of the situation in the hospitals and otherwise.

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First we're going to start with the love triangle that is Teddy, Tom and Owen.

Owen

Now this is in no way excusing what he's done in the past for the longest while I've loathed Owen Hunt but..... now I feel sorry for him. He saw he had a problem he went to therapy to get himself right, he was actually a good partner for once and communicated in his relationship, he took his time and didn't jump into marriage spontaneously and then Teddy cheated on him over but dial to be heard by everyone in the operating theater with Owen on their wedding day. (I don't want to sound bad but this might also be karma coming to but him in the ass.) I felt so much 2nd hand embarrassment for him and the pain he had in his face the whole time he pretended not to know about her cheating was just oof. I loved though the end where he drove away for the mean time I really do agree with him taking some time and space before he makes a decision. Most of the times he made a lot of sudden decisions that later came back to bite him.

Teddy

Oh Teddy, she used to be one of my favorite characters from a little after she came to the time she left but now they just carried her character so far down hill that it's hard to keep the same energy I had before, now. Everyone at Grey Sloan is on Owen's side and giving her the cold shoulder and she really wants everyone to mind their own business (I honestly agree though, you're in the middle of a pandemic mind your business and do your job now isn't the time to be shunning coworkers because they cheated.) However when she did explain her side I kinda understood it a bit better. It's still an awful thing to do but I know plenty of people who sabotage their own happiness because they aren't used to it. Hell I do it myself sometimes. But then I was also pissed when she just pretended she did nothing wrong at first. First thing first she acted kinda offended when Owen explained why he hadn't called to cancel the wedding to her. Was it kinda sus? The answer is yes but you literally cheated on him that same day, you needed the extra time sis. Not to mention the several time he hinted to her that he knew and gave her the chance to confess yet she lied through her teeth whenever he hinted at it and flat out lied again when he asked if she had anything to confess. I get the whole sabotage route but God was I happy when Owen got in his truck, drove off and left her.

Tom

I was honestly rooting for Tom in the beginning, despite him being a douche I knew deep down he had a heart somewhere, but I actually started to feel less sorry for him last season when he continued to sleep with Teddy despite knowing her situation which he pointed out to her several times and she still ignored it. I know he loves her but let's be honest, she's going to pick Owen as long as he decides to actually take her back and Tom will be left alone and heart broken with his $100000 worth of boxes in booties and a golf club to measure 6 ft distance between him and everyone else. Honestly I kinda saw a panic attack coming, if they're treating Teddy bad then they're probably treating him even more like crap based on the fact that no one besides Teddy, Catherine and maybe Amelia liked him to begin with. This may also be an unpopular opinion but I actually agree with Catherine for making him resign of chief of all chiefs his head hasn't and probably won't be in the game for a while. At least he still gets to be head of neuro. He bought a whole $100000 dollars in booties alone by mistake during an already tough pandemic between that and everything else going on around him I'm not surprised he broke. What did surprise me was that no one even went near him to help even after the attack was finished. Dislike him or not at least ask him how he's doing geeze.

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Jo and Jackson (Never thought I'd have to put the two of them together in a title.)

Truly the biggest shock of the night besides the trailer for next week which I will freak out about later.

Jo

So Jo has decided that in order for her to feel herself again she has to do the devils tango with someone and because they're in a pandemic and she trusts him she chose Jackson. The night of the appointment to do the deed Jo ends up crying in his mouth. The way she treated him afterwards at first was a little uncalled for in my opinion, I mean she was the one who asked for the favor. But later they talked and it was all cool again. Jo didn't really have that big of a plot this episode so not too much to talk about.

Jackson

Agreed way to quickly to doing the devils tango with Jo if you ask me. Seems a little sus. I really hope they aren't rushing him and Jo into anything give the girl some room to breath and also give Jackson a proper plot he seems to be a plot filler for everyone right now like they have no real purpose for him on the show at the moment. I'm beginning to really think that he was the one who was supposed to die last season. I really do love his and Richard's relationship. Jackson never really had a good father and Webber seems to be filling that spot quite nicely. Him pushing Webber to fight to get better and convince him that his career can be saved was heartwarming. And can we take a moment to talk about Harriet finally appearing from the world of Narnia to bless us with her presence? And boy was she a blessing. That baby that plays Harriet was awesome from her repeating Vic saying she can't be a step mom all to her facial expressions. I hope to see baby Harriet again very soon. But speaking of Vic, did she not know that Jackson was a father? How the hell did she expect to never run into her at some point? Then there's the whole question of what did she even expect of the relationship with Jackson if she never intended to even try to accept being around his daughter? also if she really want to be Robbie Rotten from Lazy town and avoid being around kids, maybe she should call or text first instead of showing up in just a fluffy jacket and nothing else.

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Deluca

Glad to see he finally got the help he needed and is back put tho work. I felt so upset last season when everyone just treated him like crap without trying to help him, but they made up for it a little by trying to help him with the intervention. He was also right about the sex trafficking case and I was so glad to see that he was able to be there as her doctor. Plus he's now also finally in dark blue scrubs it has felt like forever before he got those but I digress. He is now on his way once again to be a kick ass surgeon with the awesome skills hes already showcasing. I just hope he continues to look after himself. Deluca shine like the star you are babe.

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Maggie

Has finally found a man who understands her, he is so nice and kind and caring the whole episode I was mentally yelling go get it hun to the screen. She deserves someone who can take her seriously and understand her awkwardness as well as her tendencies finally she has stepped out of the role of cheerleader and support character and is branching out to something else and I'm here for it. And her yelling at Catherine, to share her piece of mind. I was so proud. Go get it sis.

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Richard

Richard Webber is back in the building, finally the king has returned to himself and already solving problems in day one. At the beginning when he publicly called Catherine a pain in the ass I was so stoked I finally thought that he was done being pushed around by her but then he took her back in the end it also kinda felt like she bought him in order to get him back with the hiring him as the new chief of chiefs but I wish them the best of luck, Webber deserves to be happy. I was also happy to see him and Bailey interacting like friends again. For a while it was awkward between them but now it's like the balance has been restored. Side note, him laughing at Teddy and Owen made me laugh so loudly especially when he asked Teddy if her name was still Altman despite the fact he clearly knew about the phonecall drama, not gonna lie I'd do the same.

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Catherine

Not much there, just her being angry at the pandemic and loss of money, lack of power to save lives as well as trying to win Webber back which she successfully did after firing Koracick and giving Richard his job and finally giving him a heartfelt apology without being petty.

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Bailey

It might just be me but so far despite the fact that it's only been 2 episodes. Bailey seems somewhat better this season. Her guilt over Deluca was definitely warranted but at least she tried to make up for it (and just like Harriet her OCD has decided to rejoin us for a visit from Narnia.) For the past few seasons she's been a slight pain but now she seems more like herself.

Her and Ben are adorable as usual, coming every 12 hours to clap for the doctors just to see her then the cute hand signals they made for each other, between Ben, Link and recently added to the group of awesome partners Winston, I'm beginning to wonder where I can find me one of these super thoughtful understanding handsome men. The two guys that knocked her over as well spraining her ankle really should have to pay or something or at least apologize, they literally just knocked a doctor off her feet and made her wheel chair bound, the chief ro be exact. Her and Webber are on talking terms and well again but she really needs to know how to express concern better. She once told Ben that when she's scared she yells but a lot of things would have gone a lot more smoothly if she'd just reminded him he was a high risk for covid and state her concern for him to begin with instead of barking out orders.

I'm also wondering if shes going to be able to handle the whole Covid situation so well for the whole time, with all the chaos and disorganization with the whole ordeal not to mention the whole fit she had with the germs in the episode. I think it'll be a good storyline now that Grey's seems to be bringing mental awareness back up.

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Link and Amelia

They have now officially reached my list along with Ben and Bailey and a few others that are no longer on the show that have reached the stage of killing the couple goals on this show.

Despite the fact that they're not only raising their own baby but also Bailey, Ellis and Zola yet their relationship is still solid. I'm so proud of my baby Amelia she has come a long way from the woman who didn't even want kids to begin with.

I loved the fact that he wasn't upset over her forgetting his birthday and acted like nothing was wrong, just so she wouldn't feel bad about forgetting. I would have been livid set a reminder on your phone babes. Either way she definitely made up for it later with the whole redoing his birthday thing. Also welcome to the world Scout. Looking forward to seeing them more often.

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Levi

How did it all turn so bad, Nico has turned into such a jerk at this point I'm not even sure I'd be to upset if he left if it wasn't for the fact that I ship the person he was before and Levi so much I'm still hoping that they'll go back to how they were before Nico became a lying hypocrite. At the end I was practically begging Levi to push him away, Nico doesn't deserve it not after the way he treated him and he hasn't even shown a hint of remorse to this day.

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Meredith

The biggest shock of the whole episode. I honestly knew something was going to happen to her from the time she fell asleep and started the dream on the beach. Dreaming of beaches have never been a good sign on Grey's I just thought she was going to collapse from stress because she really had been pushing herself all episode. The thing with Meredith is that she cares so much for her patients and does anything she can to save them, but based on the preview of the next episode and the tests they showed it doesn't seem to be test. And let's just talk about that huge bombshell they dropped by bringing back Derek I never thought I'd see Patrick Dempsey on the show again. By the end of the episode I was already literally shaking in anticipation for the next episode. I know they can't kill Meredith, without her there literally is no Grey's Anatomy. That being said I really hope they don't give her cancer, (I know Patrick is involved with helping a charity for cancer.) And I also really hope she isn't getting alzheimers I just hope it's nothing serious in general. She's been through enough man. I just want this to be a really touching moment where I get to see Merder have some touching moments and it doesn't end up to be Izzie and Denny all over again. I don't think anyone is ready to handle that. I read in a spoiler that there's supposed to be some more visitors arriving on the beach and I'm stoked for it so I really hope it's a real spoiler I'm tired of rewatching the newer seasons to experience some of the old joy.

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Imma need them to give that intern Perez an official recurring contract for the show because he is currently one of the best things to come on that show in years. He's a breath of fresh air.

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Hello (⌒▽⌒), this is the online friend/crush anon! Or Lemo if you like lol. So since i absolutely LOVEE your writing ive been wanting to request a HC again! (hope you dont mind). How about a Bakugo with a crush that has been in a "friends with benefits" relationship with another character (ur choise) and fell in love for it to be one sidded? And Bakugo relating with them since his love is one sidded to? Sorry its long agajn lol - Lemo🍋

I chose Todoroki to be the other person, just cause.

Honestly this was a little hard because the whole time I was thinking of Karma’s a Bitch by @meganshinsou-tm, its really good, its tetsu x reader with bakugo x reader endgame. this fic made me so physically angry that I cant even describe it. I couldn't look at tetsu for a few days without feeling mad all over again. the end, mmmmmm, *chef kisses* Bakugo be petty but I love it. There are three parts and you should read it. I read it maybe a few times, I lost count.

Enough fangirling, here are my hcs. 

You were part of his friend group first. You were a friend of Ashido and Kirishima’s from middle school that came over on the weekends once in a while. 

He didn't even realize how he felt till he noticed how you would disappear from the group and saw you talking a little too close to Todoroki

It got worse when he noticed how comfortable the two of you were together. How easily it was for Todoroki to be so close to you while he can barely keep his mouth shut long enough to not say something stupid

One night he went down to get a drink, not bothering to turn on any of the lights when he saw you leaving. Your clothes disoriented and a very obvious hickey on your neck. He had barely taken one sip out of his bottle before it melted between his fingers.

Next day when they were changing for hero training, he heard Deku gasp loudly. “Todoroki! What happened to your back?!” Bakugo started breathing heavily through his nose as he saw scratch marks along his shoulder blades. Not even Kirishima’s unbreakable form was able to withstand him that day.

“OMG you’re sleeping with Todoroki?” Bakugo overheard you and Ashido gossiping together, talking about all the “fun stuff you were having with Todoroki”. It made him gag.

“We were talking and he never experienced any of that kind of stuff before, romance and all that jazz, and he wanted to try. So I offered to, ya know, help?” Ashido squealed at hearing how basically you offered yourself as fucking Todoroki’s practice girl. 

That’s bullshit. You dont need to be anyones fucking practice girl. If it was him, he would have made you his and his alone a year ago. He realized where his thoughts were going and it made him feel sicker.

The moment he heard that you hoped that this develops into a romantic relationship, he stormed out, texting Deku, of all people, to spar with him to let off some steam.

Weeks went by, Bakugo avoiding you as much as possible when you came by. If he could choose not to feel the pain in his chest over you, he will. Crushes are bullshit. It wasn’t too hard when you spent all your time with Todoroki.

He was completely thrown off when he saw you in Mina’s room for squad movie night, on a Saturday. You waved meekly at him, huddled in a corner on Mina’s bed. He huffed, sitting in a chair on the floor. 

It was super awkward, everyone was being super nice to you, offering you snacks and drinks, while he avoided your eyes.

By the end of the night, the entire squad but him and you were asleep. Bakugo sat back with you behind him as he flipped through different movie selections, finding something that wasn't potentially awkward with a romantic atmosphere. 

“Haven’t hung out with you in a while”

He grunted “Yeah, did IcyHot’s dick melt off?”He tried not to sound so bitter.

“Don’t know, haven’t touched it since I confessed and he said he had no interest in me like that.”

Bakugo paused, turning around to face you still with your knees pulled up to your chest. You told him the story of how you spilled the beans about your feelings during a session (he tried not to gag) and he immediately stopped everything, cutting you out.

He turned back towards the tv, “It hurts. Fucking caring for someone you know won’t care for you the way you want them too. Makes you never want to see them again but miss them so much it hurts even more. Seeing them makes you feel better and fucked up all at once and it… just fucking sucks…” He rubbed his eyes, telling himself not to cry like a fucking pussy. 

Kirishima, who he thought was asleep, put a hand on his leg. Of course shitty hair noticed.

“You have someone like that too?” Bakugo didn't answer you, only grunted. “I hope we can both move on from them…”

“Yeah, I fucking wish…”

#bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader

[shootingsun]

There was a prompt knock at the door of Félix's guest room in the manor. Kali disappeared almost instantly to hide from the person about to enter the room. "Come in!" He called for the person at his door. Nathalie entered the room and looked around, seemingly searching for… something.

She's looking for me. Kali whispered into his ear.

"Your uncle desires to see you in his study soon." She deadpanned. Félix liked Nathalie, she was a decent person - although he still believed she was an idiot for putting up with Public Enemy Number 1, Gabriel Agreste.

As much as he despised his presence, there was something about the whole, "I tricked you into shaking my hand so I could steal these really cool rings that ended up being magical jewellery!" thing that was supposed to be just a fun little way to mess with him - it wasn't supposed to cause any more harm to their already unstable relationship.

That is, until now.

"Greetings, Félix." Said the designer, putting his arms behind his back. Because, being related is no exception to being professional at all times.

"Hello Uncle, you wanted to see me?" 

"There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you for quite some time now. I assume you must already know what that is, correct?"

Ohshitohshitohshit! Quick, play dumb!

"I'm afraid not Uncle, I would be delighted if you were to enlighten me." He lied, internally screaming.

"Hmm. Well then, I'm sure you recall your visit a while back. Your mother has so kindly asked me to hand over the rings that seemed to belong to her family. Does that ring a bell?" He smirked. 

That absolute bastard. Nobody talked about Félix's Mother in a passive aggressive manner!

Except for you, Kali reminded him. 

"Yes Uncle, I do seem to remember that." He commented, rolling his eyes.

"A couple hours after you left, I couldn't find the ring anywhere in the mansion. I'm not accusing you of thievery, really - I just want to clear matters up."

"But Uncle, I seem to recall you having a ring on when Mother and I came to stay because of her production." He had, of course, stolen that ring too. He was petty like that, and they were his after all.

"True indeed. Coincidentally I lost that one too afterwards, which brings me to this point - may I check your hand to make sure of something?"

Ha, jokes on him, they weren't on his hand, he was smarter than that, they were hidden in a custom made pocket in his jacket, and that would be incredibly invasive for him to pull Felix's jacket off and search it without consent wouldn't it? 

As expected, Gabriel didn't find anything. Then again, he's the same person who's been keeping tabs on two literal minors and still didn't succeed at stealing jewellery from them. Whatever Félix did was probably karma for all that. Either way, the topic at hand was another set of rings. And had he thrown a temper tantrum, it would've made him look especially bad in front of his mother. Oh, and his own kid too but, whatever, right? 

"This is a one time offer, Félix. Hand over the rings, or I may take them myself. I have my very own ways to do so." He scoffed. "My patience has a limit."

And suddenly, Félix felt fear.

Fear that didn't come from him, it that came from…

Kali?

no, No, No… No, NO, NO!! Not AGAIN. I DON'T WANNA LEAVE! HE CAN'T MAKE ME LEAVE!

Kali, calm down!

Her emotions were like a flood, there was fear, then sadness, then anger and fear again. She had to calm herself down before they had a panic attack. How to get out of this situation…? He couldn't think straight, his breathing was sharp and shallow, mimicking his Kwami's.

Oh God..  this wasn't gonna end well was it? 

This was it…

"Gabriel? I've been looking all over for you!" His Mother flounced into the room, thank god. He decided then and there that he would never make another sarcastic comment about her again.

"What is it this time?" He asked, slightly irritated.

"Gabriel, you know you always have a 2 o'clock meeting! Nathalie wanted to remind you, but the poor woman's having another dizzy spell and so I insisted I would come and get you instead!" She beamed passive aggressively, an art of which Amelie Graham de Vanily was well versed in. 

It was moments like this that made Gabriel want to punch his in-laws - and it was moments like this that reminded Félix how much he absolutely loved his mother. She was always there, just on time. 

Thank goodness for that. 

His Uncle looked down. Then he glared at his nephew, and he sighed. "Thanks for the reminder, I'll be going soon." Is what he said, but what he really meant was, "This isn't over yet!" And Félix knew.

He stumbled out of the study, breathing wildly, attempting to block out his Kwamis pained screams. He slammed the door to the guest room closed and slumped into a chair.

Kali it's okay! 

NO IT'S NOT! HE WANTS TO HURT US!

MAKE HIM STOP! MAKE HIM STOP! 

Kali we're perfectly safe right now. He tried to reason.

We aren't safe as long as we're in this house! We need to leave! He wants to separate us! 

That can't happen! It can't! It can't!

The thought of forcefully having his Kwami taken from him made Félix want to scream! But he had to remain calm.

Kali, that won't happen, I understand your fear, but you need to take a breath. He went first, showing the breathing exercise he had learnt over time, 5 in, hold for 7, out 8. As her breathing evened out, the Kwami began to lose her invisibility, her form flickered as she slowly calmed herself down.

Do you promise?

Huh?

Promise me that nobody will make me leave you, please?

Her voice and demeanor were unlike the Kali that had developed, it reminded him of when she had first come out of those rings. 

Scared and afraid. And now he knew why.

I promise Kali, nobody will ever keep us apart.

And he truly meant that. Nobody, not even a superhero, could keep them apart for long.

Just a bit after that confrontation, someone came back from his most recent photoshoot. He found his cousin laying on his bed, likely lost in his thoughts. 

He knew Félix was going through a hard time, and he also knew that they've been very close for most of their lives. Adrien would've done anything to help his cousin - and this instance was no exception.

"Hey! How come you're in my room?" He chuckled.

"Ah, erm, it appears I took a wrong turn, sorry about that…"

"How come? You never get lost usually…"

"Well, let's just say that your Father doesn't exactly do good things for my anxiety." He sighed.

"...Oh." And there it comes, stupid Adrien, wrapped around his father's finger, always choosing his parent over him! "Listen… I'm sorry."

What?

"I'm sorry! I think I owe you an apology," he frowned. "for, you know, constantly excusing my father. I'm sorry he's putting you through some stressful stuff, and I'm… not doing anything about it." He turned to look at him. "I hope you can understand that, really. I wish I could do something about it other than offer a shoulder to cry on, but I'm scared of disrespecting his wishes. I apologize." The boy muttered.

"...I guess I was wrong. You didn't do it to hurt me. I thought that was why-" Félix was dumbfounded. Adrien? Admitting his Father was a jerk?? Was this some kind of fever dream???

"...That was why I didn't go to your Dad's funeral?" He guessed. Félix quietly nodded. "No, I'd never want to do that, not after you were there for me when I lost Mom. I'm so sorry, Félix, I should have been there." Tears shone in the latter's green eyes.

"You shouldn't have to apologize, I'm sorry for the way I treated you! You were manipulated, I was just a jerk." He protested, how could he have thought such awful things about such a caring person?

Because you were grieving Lex, you still are.

Don't call me Lex - it was a weak response.

"We were both in pain. And look at you now, you're a good person, I know you are, I can feel it! So maybe since we both apologized for being jerks we just, I dunno, eat ice cream instead?" He smiled awkwardly, for a model he always was such a dork.

Félix raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you lactose intolerant?" he let out a smug grin.

"Oh hush! I can handle a tub of ice cream!" He was going to get so sick tomorrow... Eh, what the hell!

Hey, are you sure you don’t wanna tell him that you know he's Chat Noir?

Kali! You're ruining the moment!

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This fic was made in collaboration with @yawngearyoie at around midnight while we both craved hurt/comfort

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[fulfillinglife2021]

My Full Truth

I’m sorry that I have always been such a lousy partner in my relationships.

Carissa, we were together from 2003 to 2008.  I cheated on you 3 times.  Once with Collette in 2006, once with Linda in 2007, and once with Crystal in 2008. I am remarkably sorry for my behavior.  I was a dumb, young, cheating asshole.  I lacked maturity in every sense of the word.  I didn’t understand what true loyalty meant in a relationship.  Although I kept my actions a secret, I know that I hurt you.  I deserve your ire, even though you never knew to express it.  I regret my actions, and one day, I hope to have he courage to tell you, and ask for your forgiveness.

—- Crystal, we met in late 2008 and I was infatuated with you from that very first moment.  I never cheated on you, but I was still inexperienced when it came to understanding, and expressing my love, and my sexuality.  I am sorry that I came on so strong, and scared you away.  you left me in early 2009, and I made it so much worse after the fact.  I dragged your name through the mud in a form of petty revenge for the heartache you caused me.  I am so sorry if that had long-standing effects on your life. —- Alexis, we weren’t together for a particularly long time, from May 2009 till August 2009.  I knew from our 2nd date that you and I werent going to mesh well.  But I decided to play along, and make you believe we were an element.  You had gotten me a job when I needed one, and I was afraid that if I broke up with you, I’d lose my job as well.  So I knowingly led you on for a few months before I had to break it off.  In that time, I met someone, and started dating them without your knowing.  It was a month into dating the both of you that I decided to break it off with you.  All of this was in extremely poor taste on my part.  You were a good, decent, love struck person, and I took advantage of you to keep my job.  I am eternally sorry for what I’ve done.  We haven’t spoken since 2009, I don’t know where you are or what you are doing, but I do want you to know, that I apologize for my actions. —- Lori J when I met you, and started dating you, it was under false pretenses.  I was dating Alexis at the time, but wasn’t interested in her.  I met you in June of 2009, and we stared dating in July of that same year.  I was honest about Alexis with you after about a week into our relationship.  The whole time we were together, I was immensely attracted to you, but felt that we didn’t click on any other level than sexually.  We broke up in Sept of 2009, and I can say that I never cheated on you, despite the fact that you accused me of it repeatedly.  Never the less, I did enjoy my time with you, and was sorry to see that ending our relationship was so hard on you. —- Lori F, the woman who would become my wife.  We met in November of 2009 in person.  For over 11 years I have loved you, and would have done nearly anything for you.  But I regret to admit, I treated our relationship worst of all when it came to my philandering.  

I cheated on you, a lot.  I slept with Carissa when you and I were first dating.  I also slept with Jenny, and Niki one night stands at separate times.  I was also openly flirting with 3 other women from work, Cheryl, Marissa, and Kira.  This was all in the period when I was referring  to us as casual dating.  When we finally took the step to being in a committed relationship, I stopped sleeping around, for a few years.   3 years later, I had become a real flirt again with the same 3 women from my job. I also began to steadily flirt with our friend Kim.  The two of us had arranged to meet privately, but in the last moment, I called it off because I didn’t want her to cheat on her boyfriend as well.  At the same time, Flirting had gotten so intense between me and Kira, we wound up sleeping together.  

You and I got married in July of 2013, but I had actively made it a point to sleep with one last person before we got married.  3 days before our wedding, I met Jennifer in Las Vegas.  I had been chatting and flirting with her for months before hand, and convinced her to meet me there to have a fling before I was married.   After that, I remained loyal to our marriage for 4 years till 2017, when we had built up a fair bit of resentment towards one another.  I went looking online to start flirting again.  At the same time, I had just been urged to start talking and patch things up with Crystal.  The opportunity was there, and I took it.  Crystal and I began flirting.  At the same time, I reached out to Carissa, and slept with her again, while you were out of town at a show.  

In 2018, flirting with Crystal became an almost daily thing.  By the fall of 2018, I took several jobs in the midwest that would take me closer to her for a short time, and for a single night, I met her in a hotel in Michigan, and we slept together.  

The two of us continued our flirting over the next year, and we would meet up again a couple more times in fall of 2019.  After which she begged me to come back in December of that year for a full week, and I did.  It was at this point I had my car accident, and knew I couldn’t hide my behavior anymore.   Although I knew I had done wrong, I chose not to own up to what I had done, and lied about it to you.  At the same time, I also chose not to stop talking to Crystal.  I did try on and off throughout 2020 to cut things off, but I found myself growing very lonely in your absence, and kept seeking Crystal out to fill that void.  It wasn’t till Jan of 2021 that I finally did cut off communication with Crystal, we haven’t spoken at length since the 3rd week of Jan 2021.

In early 2020, I discovered you were having your own affair, and after doing some digging, saw that you were partaking in the exact same behaviors I was and you had been for years.  For the first time, I felt the actions of what I had been doing, from the other side of the experience.  For the first time, I really saw how badly my actions were hurting the people around me.  And for the first time, I felt real, deep remorse for what I had done.  I felt it so badly that I could not fully put it to words, I knew then that I was being punished for my years of horrendous behavior.  That I would feel every ounce of grief I had inflicted on the people I had hurt.  These were the consequences of my actions.  I deserved what I got.

That all being said, I never expected you to fully leave me.  I never thought you’d dive full in to an extra marital affair, and maintain it for over a year.  Something beyond sex.  Something beyond physical attraction.  You found love in someone else, and ran away to pursue it.  I know you are chasing your happiness.  I don’t want to stand in your way.  You deserve to be happy.  You deserve to be in a better relationship than the one I’d be able to offer you.  I am a liar, and a cheater, and I have been since the early parts of our relationship.  You should leave me behind.  I just wish you’d gone about this in a very different way.

My bad behavior doesn’t excuse your bad behavior.  Likewise, your bad behavior doesn’t excuse mine.  I don’t want you to lie to me, I don’t want you to cheat on me.  I want you to be better than me. Now, because of what I’ve felt and the intense emotions and ramifications of my actions I’ve needed to face, I don’t want to lie or cheat anymore either.  

I want to be a better person.  I need to be a better person.  Whether our futures have us staying together or not, I swear I will be the best person I can be going forward no matter what relationship I am in.  I have felt the pain, and I know that it has changed me for the better. I’m sorry for what I did to you.  I’m sorry for every single second of my deplorable actions.  I’m sorry for choosing to be my worst self, when I had so many opportunities not to be.  Where we are now, is my fault.  I started us down this path and invited this bad karma and bad energy into our lives.  I ruined our marriage long before you started flirting with others as well.  I wish we could both come back to the table acknowledging our faults and pledging to be better people, but in truth, you deserve better than me.  You deserve to be happy, and I pray that you do find your happiness. Lori, I am sorry.  I am so very sorry.  Please forgive me.

[beautifully-tuan]

3 - actually not sorry

Jinyoung x musical critic!reader a lil angst, kinda funny lol, fluff-ish Warning: cursing

Masterlist Part One    Part Two

 You had all your reasons to stay mad at Jinyoung for an entire week. He had called you a hypocritical bitch after all. You hated that he acted so petty about it, without even allowing you to speak and get your point across. Not that you had to justify yourself to him for doing your job anyway, but the man just couldn’t get that into his stubborn head. You could understand he was angry. Who wouldn’t get upset after reading such brutal words? But if only he’d given you a chance to speak and explain why you wrote them, maybe things wouldn’t have gone so bad. Is this karma, you thought to yourself.

  You were surprisingly sad about this whole situation, because you couldn’t help but think you and Jinyoung could’ve been something. You got along really well with each other, not just sexually but also conversationally, intellectually and emotionally. You pretty much valued the same things, and you felt like you had possibly missed out on something great. The fear of permanently losing Jinyoung before even actually having him was, most probably, your motivation to get over yourself after an entire week of wanting to strangle him. Whether you liked it or not, you had him under your skin.

 You came to the conclusion that a good old confrontation was the best way out of this sticky mess. You decided to talk to him once and for all and lay your cards on the table, so you could communicate like the grown and civilized adults that you were. But there was a problem: Jinyoung was acting like a child. He avoided you like plague whenever he could. And when he couldn’t – because he couldn’t act too weird in front of the clueless GOT7 members – he threw weird looks in your direction, responded dismissively to everything you’d say, and roasted you at any chance he got. The rest of the boys found it normal, thinking that Jinyoung was just comfortable enough around you to be his overly savage self. You were the only one who knew of his hatred towards you. He was making it even harder for you to find the will to talk to him.

 After a concert, you heard the boys talk about going out in the city with their manager for a visit, and you heard Jinyoung say he didn’t want to go because he was too tired. This was your best chance. You immediately went and locked yourself in your room, patiently waiting, until you heard a knock on your door.

 - “We’re heading out” Bambam said when you opened. “Wanna come with us?”

 - “Thanks but I can’t, I’m sorry. I got tons of work to finish and then I’m going straight to bed. Maybe another time.”

 - “Okay, no problem. Good luck then” he said sweetly before turning on his heels to leave.

 - “Oh, wait” you stopped him. “Are all of you guys going? I have an article to finish and I was hoping I could ask one of you some questions and get it done with. Anyone would do.”

 - “Ah yep, Jinyoung’s in his room. He’s too old to go out with us” Bambam joked.

 - “Great then I’ll go talk to the grandpa. Have fun out there.”

 - “Thanks, bye” he said and disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

 Now that you had the confirmation that Jinyoung was there alone, you armed yourself with courage and determination. When you arrived in front of his door, you took a deep breath and knocked.

 - “Who’s that?” he called.

 - “It’s me.”

 You heard him sigh from the other side of the door. For a split second, you thought he would ignore you. But apparently, he was smart enough to understand that you weren’t going to leave him alone. You heard his footsteps approaching. The second the door opened, not giving him the chance to dismiss you again, you immediately blurted out a “We need to talk” before walking past him and into his room.

 - “Go ahead, make yourself at home” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

 You gestured him to sit down on the bed and went to stand in front of him with your arms crossed. He stared at you, looking almost bored, waiting for you to say something.

 - “You want to talk, then talk. Is it about that sweet new article you uploaded?”

  That new article. The one where you showcased GOT7’s qualities and achievements. You had totally forgotten about it. At this point you almost wished it had never been published, not wanting to give Jinyoung the satisfaction of reading it. You didn’t write that article for him, but something about his amused expression hinted that he was convinced you did so.

 - “No, it’s not about that.”

 - “Okay, then are you going to apologize?”

 It’d only been one minute and you were already annoyed.

 - “No, I’m not.”

 Jinyoung raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised that you hadn’t come to apologize.

 - “Why not?”

 - “Because I’m not sorry” you simply said with a shrug.

 He snorted in disbelief.

 - “Then why am I even listening to you?”

 You were internally boiling up, but you held on.

 - “Because I can explain everything.”

 - “Oh, so you can explain stuff but not apologize?”

 - “Will you stop being a jerk and listen to me?” you snapped, out of patience.

 Jinyoung rolled his eyes and, once again, you feared he would ask you to leave or say something mean again, but he didn’t. He urged you to speak, and so you did.

 You explained everything, not omitting a single detail. You told him that you wrote that article when you weren’t close to him or GOT7 yet. You told him that you only wrote about what you saw and your opinion on it, because that was your job. You saw that JYP Entertainment had too much control over GOT7, whom let that happen without protesting, which made them look like children under their company’s influence, at least from your point of view. You were paid to be honest, not to please the artists you were writing about. Yes, it was unfortunate that it took so long for things to reveal themselves as they truly were, but there was nothing you could do about it. You explained to Jinyoung that he had the right to be upset about it, but he also had to try and understand. You also made it clear that you didn’t write the second, more flattering article to seek forgiveness for him, but because it was the truth and it needed to come out.

 The entire time you spoke, Jinyoung had his arms resting on his thighs, hands intertwined, nodding his head every now and then. He seemed to listen carefully, but you just weren’t sure anymore. You never knew what to expect from this man: one minute he’s acting all petty and condescending, the other he’s serious and attentive. He kept you on your toes, and your heart was pounding in your chest the entire time.

 Once you’re finished, he doesn’t say anything, looking down, as if processing all the information you’d given. You sigh in relief, feeling a heavy weight being taken off your shoulders.  

 - “... I see” Jinyoung murmurs after a minute of silence.

 - “Yeah, so that’s why” you say, wiping your sweaty hands on your pants.

- “Cool” he says, a sweet smile on his face. “I guess you can go now.”

 Your jaw dropped.

 - “Is that it? Is that all you have to say?”

 - “What were you expecting? Make up sex?”

 - “No, you idiot” you said, fuming. “Don’t you have anything you wanna tell me? Something around the lines of ‘I’m Sorry’?”

 - “Why should I apologize when you refuse to?”

 - “Because you called me a bitch, Jinyoung.”

 - “And you called me a puppet.”

 - “I just told you I was only doing my job!” you practically screamed.

 - “You hurt my pride!” he deadpanned, just as loud.

 A fake, irritated laugh escaped you.

 - “That’s a ridiculous excuse.”

 - “Your ‘I was doing my job’ shit is just as funny to me” he pointed out.

 - “Well I’m not going to apologize, Jinyoung” you said stubbornly, crossing your arms on your chest with a little huff.

 - “Me neither” he replied, imitating your position.

 After a duel of looks that seemed to last forever, Jinyoung finally spoke out.

 - “Fine. Let’s settle on common ground: we both fucked up real bad, and we’re even now.”

 You wanted to voice out your disagreement and tell him that wasn’t fair, but you stopped yourself. It probably took him a lot to admit that he even fucked up. There was an effort from him. It wasn’t enough, but it was quite a progress, Also, you were tired of fighting. You just wanted him back in your life, somehow, anyhow.

 - “Okay. So are we good now?”

 - “We’re good” he nodded. “Now if you don’t mind, I want to sleep.”

 He stood up from the bed and proceeded in walking you out of his room. You sighed, highly doubting the sincerity of his words. He was dismissing you again, and you’d have done all of that for nothing. You followed him, confused and disappointed. Were you about to lose him for good this time? You really couldn’t tell anymore. You were ready to surrender and apologize right now if it meant he would stop being mad at you, but before you could speak, he stopped in his track and turned to you.

 - “It must’ve been stressful. Having all of that in your mind, enduring my vengeful behavior and then arguing and stuff.”

 You blinked, not seeing where he was trying to get.

 - “Yeah, it was... I guess. Why?”

 - “I don’t know” he shrugged. “I was thinking maybe we should go to the bar downstairs and have a drink before we sleep. So you can, you know, unwind.”

 You stared blankly at him for a second, puzzled. But then, something clicked in your brain and you smiled teasingly.

 - “Is this your own roundabout way of saying sorry? Is this a date?”

 - “Absolutely not, dear. You’re paying for your own drink” he said, walking back to put on his shoes.

  He had his back turned on you so you couldn’t see his face, but you could swear you saw his ears redden.

 - “Are you coming or not, before I tie these?” he asked, feigning impatience and gesturing towards his shoelaces.

 You shook your head. Jinyoung was literally hopeless. But oh well, that would only be another challenge for you. After making him beg, next step would be making him apologize. And with that, you followed him downstairs, reminding yourself to always refer to this night as your first date just to piss him off.

a/n: hello and thanks for reading the Not Sorry mini-series hehe 🖤 i hope you enjoyed the story, don’t hesitate to give me feedback, i appreciate it a lot! a special thanks to the person who requested this story, i enjoyed writing it so much. 🖤

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[chickensarentcheap]

Sanctuary -Chapter 12

WARNINGS: POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: DOMESTIC ISSUES, ARGUING, ROUGH SEX, DARK TYLER.  NSWF. 18+.

Tagging: @valkyrie-of-the-light, @alievans007, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @innerpaperexpertcloud

They sit in silence in the kitchen; guest long gone, Ovi in in his basement apartment, kids fast asleep. A laptop and empty bottles of beer joining various computer print outs, photographs, writing paper and pens that litter the tabletop. The only sounds in the room the soft hum of the of the fridge motor and the slight drip of the tap.

It had been difficult to get through the rest of the evening. Faking smiles, attempting to show interest in the small talk that comes with getting to know someone better, trying to hide the tension that Nik’s text messages had created.  But they’d wanted to make the night pleasant for Ovi; he’d been through too much in the past five years and he deserved some happiness. It was quite obvious that he was crazy about the red head that had spent the evening glued to his side; their hands clasped tightly as they rested on top of the table, a permanent and genuine smile plastered across his face. He hung onto every word she said. She was well spoken and intelligent; she loved the kids and wanted to spend more time with then and she’d been enthralled about Tyler’s stories about growing up in Australia. She was genuine. Sweet. And obviously just as smitten with Ovi as he was with her.

So they had decided to just dig in and grin and bare it. For his sake. Putting on a good show for the new love in his life. Despite the fact everything seemed to be falling apart.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Esme says, breaking the silence, running her palms along the side of her wine glass. Was it her fourth? Fifth? Maybe even sixth? She’s lost count. She’s drained the bottle and he only thing that matters at this point is that there’s still a full one chilling in the fridge.  And she isn’t above breaking that one open and polishing it off as well.

“Something,” Tyler responds, leaning back in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him.  “Anything.”

“Oh I don’t think you really want that. Because the things going through my head right now aren’t very nice and we will both end up saying shit we regret. So…” she downs the remains of her drink, frowns at the empty now empty glass, and then pushes her chair away from the table. “…I think I should just keep my mouth shut.”

He watches as she stalks over to the fridge, tosses the door open with enough force to shake the contents inside, snags the bottle of wine and then uses her heel to slam the door. He sits forward, elbows on the table, hands clasped together and his chin resting against them. Normally this would be a sign of a wild night: a drunk Esme truly does make for an uninhibited Esme. And if sex is off the charts amazing while she is sober, it is just otherworldly insane when she’s not. But tonight…well he’s just hoping to get through it in one piece.

“What?” she snaps when she notices him watching her. “What do you want me to say, Tyler?”

“I don’t know,” he admits with a shrug. “I honestly do not know.”

 He’s alarmingly calm. Is it the half a twenty- four case he’s already finished by himself? Or the fact that he owes her this? The epic meltdown that he knows is just on the horizon. Normally he’d fight it; he’d lash out at her for being a raging bitch and it would escalate into a massive blow out in which all kinds of petty shit would get held over each other’s heads and they’d pull out the stupidest and most hurtful crap possible. It happened at least once a year, every year, for the past five. Where something would cause either one of them to just snap and lose their shit.

“How the hell would you even get brought into this?” she fills her glass to the rim before setting the bottle on the table and slipping back into her seat. “Like where do you come into this? How does he even know who you are?”

“You know how big the circle is when it comes to the job. Word gets around. Stories get shared. You build up a rep.”

“And what’s yours? The guy who says ‘fuck my family. I’ll do your dirty work for you’?”

“I don’t deserve that and you know it. I always put you and the kids first. Always.”

“Oh really, Tyler? Really? Because I seem to remember you making the decision to go back to the job all on your own. I distinctly you remember keeping it a secret until the night before you left for Colombia. Do you remember that? Waiting until you got your rocks off to say, ‘oh by the way, baby. I’m going to infiltrate a drug cartel tomorrow. I’ll be back in a week’. Because that is exactly how you handled it.”

Sighing heavily, he runs his hands over his face and leans over to grab another beer from the case resting on the floor beside his chair.

“I was six months pregnant,” she continues. “With twins. And you decided to just run off to some god forsaken shit hole to solve other peoples’ problems.”

“We needed the money,” he attempts to reason with her. “We just got this place. We had Millie and a baby on the way. Two babies. We weren’t going to get by on what I was making doing renos and handyman shit and you knew it. What did you want me to do? Did you want us to  keep living with your parents? Or in some shit motel? Like the one back in Dhaka? Is that what you wanted?”

“I would have lived in a goddamn cardboard box if it meant I was with you. So don’t throw the money shit in my face because it has never been about money. You like doing the job. Why don’t you just admit it? Why don’t you just look me in the eye and tell me the truth about it for once. That you enjoy what you do. That it’s a rush. That you don’t want to let that rush go. And how you never thought you’d be able to do it again and now you feel like you have something to prove. Not just to other people but to yourself.”

He leans back in his chair once again, sipping at his beer.

“You can’t do it, can you. You can’t look me in the eye and tell me that because you hate that part of yourself. You hate that you enjoy it so much. That you actually like killing people.”

“That’s not fucking true and you know it,” he manages to keep his composure. “I kill people because they fucking deserve it. Because it’s either me or them. And I kind of like coming home to my family.”

“But does it really bother you, Tyler?” she challenges. “Do you really lose sleep over it? Do you sit back and think about them after you do it? Give any thought to who they don’t get to go home to? Because if you say you do, you’re a fucking liar.”

He remains silent, picking at the label on the bottle in his hand.

“You can keep bullshitting yourself, but you can’t bullshit me. You went back to the job because you enjoy it. You get a sense of satisfaction out of what you do. It’s karma. You get to go in there and kick the shit out of people and even take their lives and you get a sense of justice out of it. It’s exciting. It’s fulfilling. To be able to take the life from some piece of shit that likes to hurt women and kids. It’s the perfect ending for people like that. And you get to be in control of it.”

“Yep,” he smirks, voice low and steady. “That’s exactly it, Esme. You always have all the answers. You always know exactly what is going on in my head.”

“Oh fuck you, Tyler. This…all this…all this bullshit…is totally on you and you know it. You told me you wouldn’t do this. You promised me.! You swore you wouldn’t take another job for two weeks. That we could have you here…home where you belong..for at least fourteen days before you’d even take a call from Nik. Your kids miss you. I miss you.”

“And what?” his tone sharpens, volume rising. “ I don’t miss you guys? You think this is one sided? That you’re the only miserable one? That I don’t wish every second that I was here with you? With my kids? You have no idea what I go through when I’m away. It’s just all about you. About how lonely you are and how scared you and all this other shit that you dump on me the second I walk through the door.”

“Oh so how I feel about you is shit? Well that’s nice, Tyler. I’m glad to see you give a shit about how I feel about you.”

“That’s not what I meant and you bloody well know it. The second I walk through the door it’s all about you and  what you were going through and how worried you were and how scared you were and I sit there and take it. Because I get it. I do. It’s not easy. And I hate that you’re going through it. But do you ever once ask me what it does to me while I’m away? How much it fucks with my head?”

She blinks at the sincerity in his voice. He’s angry. Irritated. But heartbreakingly real and honest.

“You never do. You never even think about that, do you. You think I’m out there just loving every goddamn second of being away from you and the kids. I’m out there…putting my ass on the line…for people that don’t even know me. And ninety percent of them are ungrateful fucks who don’t even say thank you for nearly getting killed saving someone they love.  Who don’t even stop to think that maybe the guy who just went through hell to get their kid or the spouse back just may have kids and a spouse of his own who would like to see him walk back in the door.”

She taps a fingernail against her glass, eyes riveted on the liquid inside as she considers his words.

“But I’ve always got to the strong one, right? Because that’s why you need. You need me to be the one that holds shit together. You need me to be one  that’s there for you and makes you feel safe and protected and all that shit. I’m the one that has to make up for the fact that your ex was a complete and utter tool that made you feel like garbage.”

“He has nothing to do with this. Why would you…?”

“I have spent five years trying to make up for his mistakes. Five years trying to prove to you that I’m not like him. That I’ll never be like him. I’m sorry he was a dick. I’m sorry that he did the things he did to you. That you lost a baby and he didn’t even give a shit. But I shouldn’t have to spend the rest of my life trying to make up for his mistakes.”

“That’s seriously what you think? That I’m punishing you?”

“I never said that. I never said you were punishing me. I said that I’m the one that is here and I’m the one that is constantly trying to prove to you that I’m not him. When does that stop, huh? When does your hate for him stop and your love for me kick in?”

“You…have…got…to…be…kidding…me,” she spits out every single word.  “Don’t you ever…ever…question how much I love you. How dare you even do that?! How dare you just sit there and accuse me of not loving you.”

“Stop!” he orders. “Stop putting words in my mouth. I did not say that. I don’t doubt that you love me. I know you do. And I know I don’t deserve that. Because I’m a shitty human being whose made shitty choices and…”

“Oh here we go. Tyler and his issues. Tyler and his self loathing.  Not everything is about some decision you made ten years ago when you were married to someone else. You bitch that I make you feel like you have to over compensate because of what my ex did. Yet for five years I’ve been living in this shadow of your ex wife. I get it. What she did was shitty. What she continues to do is shitty. But what you did was equally shitty. If not worse.”

“Just let it out, Esme. Just say what you really feel about me. You’ve been holding it back for what? Almost six years now? Go ahead.”

“I love you, you insufferable bastard! It happened. You made the decision you did and your son died and your ex took off. But I’m here and so are those four babies sleeping upstairs. And you need to let your shit go, Tyler! If not for me, for them. Because they deserve to have a dad who is all in. Not one who seems them as a replacement.”

“Don’t…” he holds his hand up in a plea for her to stop. “…bring them into this. Don’t hold my kids over my head. Don’t be like her.”

“I’m not like her. I’ve never been like her,” she spits. “I will never be like her. Don’t you dare compare me to her. Why can’t you just let me love you? It’s been five…almost six…years of this, Tyler. Of trying to prove to you that I love you. When is it enough?”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me. I know you love me. For fuck sakes…” he takes a massive swallow of beer. “…we’re just going around in bloody circles and repeating the same shit. I know you love me, Esme. And I know…or at least I hope you know…that I love you. More than I ever thought I could love another human being. You know that, right? Tell me know that.”

“Of course I know that,” she quietly concedes. “But…”

“Nothing good comes after that word,” he sighs. “Nothing good ever comes after the word ‘but’.”

“You act like you are the only one that’s ever had to just suck it up and be strong. That’s had to sacrifice their own well being and their own mental health for someone else. I gave up everything for you. Without even knowing where I even stood with you. I was the one that moved half way around the world and gave up my entire life as I knew it. For some guy that could have just told me to fuck off when he opened his eyes.”

“Holy shit,” he gives a wry laugh. “We’re going that far back are we? We’re going right back to Dhaka. Are you serious right now? You really want to open up that can of worms? Because we both know the truth will really come out and some of that shit is going to hurt like hell. Is this really what you want? You want to bring Dhaka into this?”

“Not really,” she admits. “But maybe we need to.”

“Why? So we can just say shit because we’re upset? Because you get off on me hurting your feelings?”

“Just forget it,” she downs the wine in her glass and stands up. “Do what you want, Tyler. I’m done. Help or don’t help this guy. I don’t give a shit.”

“Just sit down.”

“You’re going to do whatever you want anyway. So why take this further.”

“Sit down. We’re not ending it like this. You’re not walking away from this. From me.”

“Just do what you want. I’m tired of this. I’m tired of competing with the fucking job. Make up your own mind. And while you’re at it, why don’t you call Nik and see if she’ll put you up for the night. I’m sure she has a spot in her bed you can fill.”

It’s a low blow. One that kicks him square in the nuts. And first all he can do is watch her stomp through the kitchen. Brain trying to piece together just what the hell had happened. And then words hit home…the implication behind them…and he snaps. Jumping up from the table with enough force to send his chair colliding with the wall behind him. Crossing the kitchen in only three long strides and snagging her by the forearm. He’s much bigger, stronger, and his fingers bite straight to the bone.

“What the fuck, Tyler?!” she rages, when he forces her to turn around and face her. “What is your major malfunction? That hurts!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he roars. “You stoop that fucking low?! You want to push me away that bad that you’d say something like that?! About me and Nik?!”

“So that’s what it takes to get a reaction out of you. For me to say something about your precious Nik.”

“Don’t…don’t do this…don’t go where you’re about to go…”

“Maybe it isn’t your ex wife or the job I’m competing against. Maybe it’s her. Maybe it’s really Nik you’ve wanted all along. You just couldn’t have her. So why not just latch on to her pathetic and needy and desperate friend.”

“That isn’t true and you know it. I’ve never wanted Nik in that way. It was sex. That’s all it was. It never meant a goddamn thing. And I didn’t latch onto you. I fell in love with you.”

“But she wants you. In that way. Don’t lie to me and tell me she doesn’t.”

“It doesn’t matter what she wants! I don’t give a shit what she wants.”

“Have you fucked here while we’ve been married?”

“What?” his grip on her tightens, her arm twisted behind her back.

“Have you? Have you been with her since we’ve been married? Tell me the truth, Tyler. Look me in the eye and tell me the goddamn truth.”

“I haven’t been with her since I met you. I don’t want to be with her.”

“Even now?”

“What does that mean? Even now? What…?”

“You hate me, don’t you. Right this very second.”

“No. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I love you. How many times do I have to say it before it gets through your goddamn head?”

“Tell me the truth,” she challenges.

“About what?”

“About Nik.”

“I just fucking told you!” he lets go of her wrist but now reaches for her throat. His chest heaving from anger, eyes dark and intense. And she doesn’t even blink or fight back against those fingers biting into her flesh. “I would never do that you. With Nik. With anyone. Is that really what you think of me? You think that little of me that I’d do something like that? You’re my wife!”

“This remind you of anything Tyler? Five years ago? This exact same thing happening?”

He swallows hard. It’s a hard thing to forget. The first time they’d ever been together. In that dirty Dhaka hotel room. When they’d fought so passionately that it nearly came to blows and he’d snapped; losing all sense of control as his hand wrapped around her neck in the exact same way. The way she just stood there staring up at him with those huge dark eyes begging him to challenge her. To do something. Anything.  And he’d taken her up on it. All common sense flying right out the window.

“You fucked me like you hated me,” she says now.

The words make him shudder and his cock harden. And he knows he should be ashamed for having that kind of reaction.  He knows damn well what’s coming next; it’s in the way her lips curl into a smirk as she looks up at him. And he tells himself that he should just walk away before the words even come out of her mouth.  Reminds himself how much he’s going to hate himself in the morning if he gives in. Just like he’d hated himself five years ago for not stopping it when he should have.

“That’s what you want right now isn’t it Tyler. You want to fuck me like you hate me.”

He shakes his head, but his fingers tighten around her throat even more.

“Do it,” she challenges. “Show me. Show me how much you hate me.”

A growl erupts in his throat and he kisses her, hand still on her neck. Fingers pressing into her flesh as his tongue savagely pushes its way into her mouth and searches for hers. Every nerve ending on fire as she returns the kiss with just as much fervor, her hands sneaking between them and her fingers quickly working at undoing the buttons on his shirt. What should be a simple task turning frustrating from the mix of wine and anger.

“Fuck sakes,” he mutters, breaking the kiss in order to pull off his shirt and toss it aside, the hand that was on her throat moving to the back of neck, a hiss escaping his lips when her nails scrape down the his chest and onto his stomach. Her eyes sparkling as her fingers fall on his belt buckle. “What the hell is wrong with us?” he asks. “Why are we like this?”

“Because we like it,” she replies, as her hands undo his belt.  “Because it’s part of who we are. Part of what makes us so amazing together.”

“It’s fucked up is what it is.”

“Maybe,” she says. “Because it always has been, hasn’t it? Right from the beginning? Do you regret it?”

“I don’t regret a goddamn thing.”

She smiles at that, then slips her hand down the front of his boxers and palms his erection. “Fuck me, Tyler. Like you did five years ago.”

When her hand tightly grips him through the fabric of his boxers, that last shred of resolve finally dissipates. Holding her face in his hands as he kisses her, using his height and strength advantage to push her through the kitchen and out into the dark hallway. Grabbing both of her wrists in one hand and pining them above her head as he pushes her against the wall.  Lips moving to her neck; biting and sucking and licking while she hastily pushes his pants and boxers down his hips and over his ass. Cold fingers a striking contrast to the heat that seems to emanate off his cock as she strokes him; a firm, slow grip that has him bucking his hips against her and a groan rumbling in his chest.

He releases the hold on her wrist and curling an arm around her waist, free hand pushing up the bottom of her dress and bunching it at the small of her back. Lips on her throat when he pushes inside of her one solid, powerful thrust.

“Tyler…fuck!” she cries out, a mix of the sudden penetration and the back of her head colliding with the plaster behind her. Her arms wrapping around his neck and her head falling back as his bites at the soft flesh of her throat, over the marks that his fingers had previously made.

It’s crude and messy. Uncomplicated and unapologetic. Two people using one another for release. Just like it had been almost six years ago in Dhaka. When they’d first discovered that they could help heal one another.

That they could help ease the loneliness and repair some of the brokenness they both felt.

 ****

“Can we talk about this now?” he asks sometime later, as they lay together on the couch in the living room.  Him on his back, her naked body resting between his splayed legs. “Like rational adults?”

She nods, resting her chin on his chest. Her hair a wild mess, eyeliner and mascara smudged. Yet still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” he says, and heaves a weary sigh. “I hate when we fight. I always feel like complete and utter shit afterwards. Like a total asshole.”

“Even after we make up?”

“Even then,” he admits, running a hand over her hair and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m serious, Esme. I don’t want to fight.”

“Neither do I. But I honestly don’t know how rational I can be about this. What am I supposed to say Tyler? What is it you want to hear from me?”

“I want you say that you support me. No matter what.”

“I do. I may not like your decision or agree with it, but I still support you. You should know that. I just don’t  understand how the hell this guy even knows your name.”

“Like I said, the circle when you’re in the game is huge. And word travels fast. Certain guys have reputations. They’re known for certain things. I’m probably known as the guy that fucked over Amir Asif and should have died but somehow miraculously didn’t. The guy who went from certain death to having a smoking hot wife,” he grins down at her, and she pecks his lips.

“But how did he find you? You cover all your bases. You don’t leave paper trails. Any trails for that matter. How would he track you down?”

“Maybe he paid off the right person to get the information he needed. Everyone has a price.”            

“Nik or Yaz? I doubt either of them would do that you. Both of them are crazy loyal to you and they’d never put me or the kids at risk like that.”

“Someone else on the team then. Someone that could easily be bought off. That’s up to Nik to find out. All he needed was an address. It wouldn’t be hard to just go in my file and look that up. Doesn’t matter how locked down things are if someone has the right access.”

“But why you? There’s tons of guys out there that could help. Why you?”

“Because I’m the best.”  It isn’t being cocky. It’s the truth.

“But this is the IRA, Tyler. These people are far more powerful than the Amir Asif’s and the Mahajan Seniors of the world. They’re far more dangerous and they’re far more deadly.”

“Doesn’t mean they can’t be beaten, though.”

“But does it really have to be you that tries? Can’t you just tell Nik no?”

“This isn’t about Nik. This is about him. This Michael McMann. He’s the one that wants to talk to me. The one that wants my help.”

“But why…” she laments, and groans against his chest. “…can’t he walk into someone elses life and steal their husband away? Because I’m getting tired of this shit. I’m tired of it always being my husband,” her hand slips down onto his side, fingertips tracing the tattoo on his rib cage. “Do you really hate being home that much?”

“You know that’s not it in the slightest.  It has nothing to do with not wanting to be home.  But it has everything to with keeping my home and keeping a roof over my children’s heads and food in their bellies.”

“I could also go and get a job. We could pay Ovi to watch the kids.”

“Do you know how long we’d both have to work to get the kind of money one job gives us? It would only take one or two really good paying jobs to pay everything off. And still have tons left over to work with. Anything else I make doing renos and handyman shit would be extra.”

“Your life versus money in the bank? I’d rather you keep your life, thank you.”

“Instead of looking at it fatalistically, look at it realistically. The kind of payouts I could get in just six months. That’s money we wouldn’t be able to make the entire rest of our lives doing normal shit. I have to do what I have to do. For you and the kids.”

“You’re not going to be much use to us if you’re crippled up. Or dead.”

“But you’d have the money.”

She pulls back to look at me. “Please tell me you just did not say what I think you said.”

“It’s true. If something happened, as long as I get the mark out safe and sound, you’d get the money.”

“Oh my God, Tyler. Really? Why would you even say that?”

“Because it’s the truth and you need to know that you’d be okay. Financially speaking. And let’s face it. You’re strong. The strongest person I know. You’d be fine. If it ever came down to it and you had to this all on your own, you’d be able to handle it.”

“And that’s supposed to somehow comfort me? That I’m strong and I’d be able to deal with it?”

“No. But it comforts me,” he says, emotion choking at him, the threat of tears burning his eyes. “Knowing that you’d be okay…that the kids would be okay…makes it easier to accept. That if something does happen to me, I know that you’re strong enough to deal with it and take care of the kids. It makes me feel better knowing that.”

“Baby…” she lays her hand on his cheek and turns his face towards her. “…do you really think about these things?”

“All the time,” he admits. “Every night when I can’t sleep and I just lie there watching you and I worry about how it’ll be you that goes before me and how I know I’d never be able to handle it. That I’d just fucking lose it. I’d never be the same. And then I’d lose the kids too because their dad is a fucking mess and can’t take care of them properly.”

“Tyler…don’t do this…please…don’t do this to yourself.”

“And then when I’m away from home and I can’t sleep and I think about how it much it would suck if I didn’t make it home. How much I’d miss you. But that I know you’d be fine. And the kids would be fine. Because you’re so much stronger than I am. You don’t even realize that, do you? That you’re the strong one.”

She doesn’t respond, propping herself up on her elbow and using gentle fingertips to clear the tears that rests on his cheeks and trickle down the sides of his nose. Then combing her fingers through his hair, she presses her lips to his forehead, each eye, along the bridge of his noise, and then finally his lips.

He kisses her, a hand on the back of her head, pulling her back down into him.

“I have to do this,” he says. “I have to help him.”

She sighs. “I know.”

“It’s his wife. And his kids. I’d want someone to help me if I was in his shoes.”

She sighs and reaches for his hand. Laying her palm against his, smiling at the enormous difference between their hands. His strong and calloused and hers seeming impossibly tiny in comparison.  “At least go into this meeting with an open mind,” she says, as he presses a kiss to the inside of her wrist before entwining their fingers together. “Don’t just go in there and say yes right away. Go and listen to what he has to say and then make up your mind from there. Can you do that for me? Promise me you’ll do that.”

He places his lips against her forehead. “I promise.”

She nestles her face into the space between his cheek and shoulder, tightens the hold on his hand.

Never wanting to let it go.

#tyler rake #tyler rake fan fic #tyler rake fan fiction #extraction #chris hemsworth character #sanctuary

[reverienne]

Sooo you've finished the first Ace Attorney game, right? What case was your fave? Were there twists and turns that you totally didn't see coming? Who's your favourite character till now? I'm so so curious about your opinions 😁

Hi. Thanks for reaching out! I've finished the first game last month and though I haven't started the second one just yet, I've grown to like the series a lot so I'm always down for a chat. <3

My brain tells me that my favourite case was "Turnabout Goodbyes" (which, imho, feels the most poignant and the most well-written of them all, not to mention wildly interesting - both in terms of the plot, the characters' interactions and development), but my heart chimes in that my actual favourite is probably "Turnabout Samurai" (not because I find "Turnabout Goodbyes" lacking in any way, but this particular case makes very emotional and I'm not always feeling up to that - in the terms of sheer enjoyment and replayability, "Turnabout Samurai" is the clear winner, especially as I love its music theme so much).

My least favourite case is... I really want to say that it's "Rise from the Ashes". It has taken me ages to go through this case, it was such a drudgery, and I've found Ema annoying, not endearing, the whole time. While I appreciate the contrast this case provides to "Turnabout Goodbyes", while I like bits and pieces of it, and while I actually got a bit teary-eyed at the finale, it's still one of the cases I wouldn't want to replay in the nearest future. That being said, if there's this one case I'd rather not revisit at all, it would be "Turnabout Sisters". Not because I find it bad in any way! I've just latched onto Mia the second I saw her, I was pretty sure we'll get at least one more case with her as Phoenix's mentor and when she got attacked in "Turnabout Sisters", I genuinely wished her to recover... so when she didn't, I became so salty as to write my own AU in which Mia survives but ends up incapacitated for a while and Phoenix and Maya face a slightly different set of trials.

I was making many theories during each and every case so, predictably, I had my share of wrong guesses. I think that my biggest surprise was "Turnabout Samurai" because I've always pegged the case as a sort of deliberate murder? Or just half accidental, half deliberate murder but never a pure accident. I was also a bit surprised that I would laugh and cheer so much at the finale of "Turnabout Goodbyes" - honestly, to this day I can't think about a metal detector with a straight face... As for some other surprises, I was pleasantly surprised by Phoenix's sense of humor! It's amazing and I wish I got to hear his remarks about things more often. I also never expected for Angel Starr, Neil Marshall and Bruce Goodman to win so much of my respect or to just... feel for Lana and Ema! Though I guess that my biggest surprise was the Lana/Mia spree I went on a few weeks ago. They've got a single line of content (and I never ship like that, I always require a ton of canon build-up which is a bit of a fallacy of mine) but somehow they've became as canon to me as Miles/Phoenix and ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

My favourite character is - to no one's surprise - Miles Edgeworth. I've just had a type since junior high and he fits the bill perfectly. He's such a nuanced character with a lot of development still ahead, and I find him very interesting. Not to mention that his relationships with other characters have such a wide range, going through wild (Larry), sweet (Gumshoe), sweet and heartwrenching (Phoenix, Gregory Edgeworth), and sad and heartwrenching (Manfred von Karma, Lana) that it's just... impossible not to find something there that you wouldn't like? Honestly, having him in such a major role was the hook that made me keep playing through "Rise from the Ashes" even when my motivation was low. Seeing him and Phoenix work as a team almost made up for certain things I didn't enjoy. My second favourite, almost ex aequo with Miles, is, of course, Maya! I missed her dearly in "Rise from the Ashes" and my negativity towards Ema was surely a bit fueled by my fears that they wanted to replace her. She is such a good bean and such a fun character as well! The best little sister that Phoenix could hope for and I genuinely can't wait to see their reunion. The third place is probably still Mia's because I'm being petty, but maybe things will change once Franziska comes over? I'm very curious about her. Though a more probable scenario is that I'll keep Mia on the third place and Franziska's introduction will either made her replace Phoenix on the fourth (I like him a lot, I swear!) or possibly end up after him.

As for my least favourite character - so far I only dislike Ema, though I must admit that she got my respect once I learned of her ties to the DL-6 case and I realize that I should've cut her some slack even before that. She is a child, after all, even if the one-year age difference between her and Maya makes me look at her in a bit harsher light than I normally would. I can't help it, though, her comments have been grating on my nerves throughout 80% of the case so... yeah. My unpopular character opinion.

Anyway, what are your favourite cases? Your favourite characters? I would love to read your opinions. :D

#Ace Attorney #Ace Attorney spoilers #Reverienne is talking #long post #sorry - it's got long and Tumblr ate a read more #anyway I'm very curious about your opinions

[doctorgerth]

More angst! How about some h/c of Lucci, Law, Basil, Katakuri, and Marco's respective girlfriends being framed by the World Government for something she didn't do and is subsequently executed for it.

Ok, imma be honest and say that this one was tough? It was much easier to write the other similar angst HCs before, but I was stuck on this one for days! I hope it turned out how you wanted. Thank you for this request, dear. Have a lovely day. x

A Wrongful Execution (Lucci, Law, Hawkins, Katakuri, Marco)

(Angst HCs)

Lucci

- Lucci, the follower of Dark Justice, accepted his lover’s death easily; he’s a firm believer that if you go against the World Government, you deserve every consequence handed to you

- therefore he was completely apathetic when he found out about her death in the papers, the words depicting her sinister plan against the WG and her resulting demise 

- part of him wished he could have been the one to deal with her, to take her out of this world for being a forsaken backstabber

- how could she? go against everything he’s ever known? everything he’s ever fought for? she’s always known what his duty meant to him, and she knew the consequences of going against it, what possessed her to commit such treason? 

- these lingering questions kept Lucci up at night, much to his dismay, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her and how empty the bed felt without her presence 

- he tended to blame the general stress of work for his lack of sleep, when in reality he forgot what it was like to sleep without her

- he became snarkier, practically intolerable due to the countless nights without good sleep; plus, he’d grown tired of his colleagues pitying him, as if he was mourning her

- how low did they think of him? to be mourning a clear traitor? he would never subjugate himself to such petty, useless emotions

- he had loved her, deeply, he wouldn’t ever waste his time on someone he didn’t care for; but ultimately, his passion for Dark Justice reigned over all, which was his driving force to what he believed was acceptance over the whole ordeal

- when he found out that she was not guilty, wrongly framed by the World Government, he was in complete denial

- a part of him knew the system was a bit corrupt, but it was always to the misfortune of others, the ones who surely deserved such repercussions; however he never realized such corruption, his own sworn lifestyle, would come to haunt his own life 

- Lucci became a mad man, some say even madder than before, he did everything he could to force himself to believe that she deserved to die; surely she was guilty of some wrongdoing? it was just Karma making her rounds, and his lover just happened to be in the war path

- time and time again he found himself at the edge of the cliff, staring down into the abyss, his foot hovering out as if he could jump any second into pure misery 

- but he was a believer that everything happened for a reason; he was a strong man and he was mighty good at playing pretend

- he spent the rest of his years pretending everything was okay, forcibly erasing every trace of his former lover from his memory; anyone who muttered her name was never safe  

- though he managed to fool everyone else, and as hard as he tried to deny it, Lucci knew no part of him would ever truly be okay again; he punished himself relentlessly for it, begging for the memory of her to just leave him

Law 

- Law never thought he’d fall for another person, but he found himself unconditionally in love with (Name); it took everything in him to let down his walls for her, and the way she welcomed him so lovingly, he knew she was special

- Law was in constant protection mode, though she could handle her own, he just couldn’t fathom the idea of losing arguably the most important person in his life

- it was a rare occasion for Law to not be around her, or at least somewhere nearby where he/a fellow crew member could keep an eye on her, so of course the day she accidentally slipped off on her own was the day she was gone forever

- he arrived at the scene of arrest too late, his ‘room’ not quite capable of bringing her back to him; instead, he could only watch as the Marines took his lover away, her squeals of terror and confusion ringing in his ears like the tolling of funeral bells

- the crew knew instantly how their captain would react, quick to board the Polar Tang and head straight for war, desperate to get his love back; they tried everything to calm him down, urging him to think logically, a war between the Heart Pirates and the World Government wouldn’t exactly bear a happy ending for the pirates

- he would have none of it though, as he forced them to board and they began their anxious path towards battle

- Law counted every passing second, the fear of being too late again made him sick to his stomach, worried to death of what they planned to do with (Name)

- over and over again in his head he formed strategies: prison break, fighting the bastards that took her, stealing and torturing the hearts of every single one who hurt her, completely obliterating the World Government as a whole…

- in the midst of the brink of insanity, Law hadn’t realized his crew was taking him nowhere near (Name) as they found out a day later of her execution in the papers; they spent an entire day trying to figure out how to tell their captain, it being proving to be more difficult as they were having to mourn in secret

- Bepo was the one to tell their captain, forcing himself into the office with the tear-stained newspaper in hand; Law seemed eager, expecting that they had arrived, until Bepo handed over the news story

- Law didn’t even take the paper, knowing instantly what was amiss with the way Bepo was looking at him so painfully

- solitude was all Law needed, to think, to mourn, to cry, to curse, he needed to let out everything alone; he couldn’t have his entire crew seeing him so weak, though they could hear his desperate cries through the halls of the submarine

- his strange way of coping was through sleep; Law was one to lose many hours of sleep on the regular, but he found himself so exhausted from the overflow of emotions that he just needed rest

- sleep reminded him of (Name) whether through the dreams (even nightmares) he had of her or just the reminiscence of what it was like to hold her at night; he embraced the hazy visions he had left of her, desperately trying to focus on all of their good memories together

- the crew grew impatient, it had been weeks since Law allowed anyone to see him; they forced themselves into his room, piling on top of a sleeping Law, reminding him that it’s okay to mourn right now and that they were there to mourn with him

- for the rest of that night the whole Heart Pirate crew cried together, Law not caring anymore if they saw him so vulnerable, failing to realize his crew would love him no matter what

- with the help of his crew, Law was able to move on from the death, encouraged to keep living on for her; he wasn’t perfect as he shamelessly killed innocent Marines, however

- nevertheless, the crew always found ways to celebrate her life; a piece of Law would always be missing, but the remnants of her love and the love from his crew helps keep him steady; maybe she and Rosi were waiting and watching him from above

Hawkins

- A rather enigmatic man, he could never properly express his emotions on his lover’s sudden death; his crew grew worried because he remained as stoic as ever, but was it all a front?

- Hawkins is usually pretty in tune with himself and his emotions, but the treachery and demise of his lover truly threw him for a loop, confused on just how he was supposed to feel about it

- did he know about her impending death? of course he did, but he never quite could bring himself to believe it…

- after meeting his lover, he knew they were going to fall in love, it was all in the cards for them; of course, he was a little hesitant at first, not usually one for romance and commitment, yet he was never one to fight fate

- so he allowed himself to fall for her, diving in headfirst, and when he realized just how deep his feelings were becoming for her, he knew he had to check her fate

- how long would he have with her? this was a question that haunted his mind since he met her, being the girlfriend of a Worst Generation pirate certainly wasn’t the safest choice for her, especially now that they were in the infamous New World

- he tried to suppress the aching desire to know her fate for a while, trying to just enjoy the here and now with her for as long as possible, but he couldn’t take it anymore; he couldn’t shake the bad feeling that clouded his mind when he thought about the rest of his life with her

- when he pulled the death card, it was as if he had pulled his own death card, as if he was the one predicted to die soon

- Hawkins wasn’t a very 'hopeful’ man as he knew fate would always take her course, but he had been wrong about his predictions once or twice before, and he hoped to whatever god there was above that this would be another one of those misreadings

- the rest of the time he had with her, he was extra protective, almost risking both his crew’s and even his own life to protect her time and time again, trying helplessly to fight against destiny

- they had gotten separated on an island, Hawkins remembers desperately trying to find her, knowing that the moment he wasn’t around would be the moment leading up to her death

- for days on end he searched for her, refusing to leave the island until she was by his side again; that was until a crew member brought the newspaper to him, revealing her arrest and ultimate death by the World Government

- this was a reminder, what he believed to be a warning, as a follower of fate to never question it again; they left the island immediately and continued on their journey through the New World, Hawkins managing to pretend as if she never existed

- but in the darkness of his room he sits up at night, staring at her side of the bed, a single life card in the empty space; he doesn’t touch them for a while, partially blaming them for her death and knowing love would never be in the cards for him ever again

Katakuri

- being part of the Charlotte family, under the Yonko Big Mom, Katakuri hardly worried about any harm coming his lover’s way, especially considering his own sole strength

- the family was not to be harmed by the World Government unless they were threatened, so Katakuri could not believe it when his lover was captured by the World Government, painted to be some kind of villain of the world

- how could his loving (Name) ever be evil? she was kind, loving beyond measure, hardly capable to hurt a fly! how could she ever be accused of such evil deeds?

- something was wrong, he just knew it; (Name) was out in the town when he got his vision, but he was too far away, too late to do anything to prevent her arrest

- to say he was enraged would be an understatement, no longer able to control himself many items and people fell victim to his rampage

- his siblings grew worried, trying to retain him was nearly impossible as he was blinded by pure rage, wanting to destroy everything in his path, wanting to obliterate the monsters that took his lover; it took his entire family to stop him from boarding a ship to murder every last member of the World Government

- to their dismay, they physically had to lock Kata up to prevent him from causing any more damage to the cities or worse to the World Government

- when the newspaper arrived, displaying the execution of his lover, the family was disheartened, unsure of what to do or say; some were willing to join Kata to fight the World Government, but they knew they needed to tell him first and foremost

- Brulee was the one chosen to break the news that his lover had been executed, seeing as she and Kata had a really close relationship; she was always good at calming him down

- the family was prepared for the worst, cities were on lock down so as to keep safe if Kata went on another emotional rampage

- however, with the news of her death, all burning fires in Kata’s heart extinguished, replaced by a dark, empty void; lifeless, all light completely vanished

- Brulee welcomed his tired head collapsing into her lap while he wept loudly, her soft hands rubbing at his hair; she remained in that position for as long as he needed her, allowing her big brother to cry as much as he wished

- Kata didn’t show his face for days; he couldn’t even look into a mirror at his own self, disgusted with how worthless he was, appalled by the fact he couldn’t protect his love; could he even protect anyone now?

- his family tried desperately to reach out to him, some with care, some with tough love, some just wanting to shake some sense into the guy, but he would have none of it, as he chose to cope with his feelings alone, isolating himself from his loved ones

- no merienda was the same without her, the one and only that he’d allow to join him during his special meal; the once delicious donuts were now replaced with tears, desperate prayers, and aching questions, wondering what he did to deserve this, why it had to be her

- he had lost motivation to eat, to sleep, even to enact revenge on the murderers, how could he do anything now without her by his side?

- Brulee was constantly on watch, practically forcing her brother to eat or rubbing his head until he fell asleep; he never told her properly, but he was always thankful for his sister’s help, without her, he was terrified to know where he might be

- after months of mourning and recovery, Kata was finally able to return to his duties, yet everyone knew no part of him would ever be the same again; he begged to not be treated differently, asking his siblings to continue on as he had so desperately wanted to

- he’s always been told to avoid reminders of her, but he can’t help himself to hold and cry into her shirts, the ones that somehow still smell just like her, at late hours of the night, completely disregarding his much needed sleep

Marco

- falling for his lover after the death of his captain and one of his best friends was a godsend, she was his saving grace during that wretched time of his life

- he was scared to fall, sure, after having three loved ones ripped away from him, he couldn’t possibly handle another

- nevertheless, her loving personality made him fall hard, and he found solace in her care and adoration for him; they had settled down in Sphinx together, Marco continuing to be a doctor while she continued her own duties

- she was at peace now, living with Marco happily in their cute little home in the village; the two never once causing trouble, only offering to help their fellow neighbors!

- so the day that she went to town to get groceries and never returned, Marco of course grew completely worried

- when a neighbor had rushed to his door, exclaiming how (Name) was kidnapped by the World Government and was being taken away, Marco rushed to the scene, watching helplessly as they boarded her onto the ship

- trying to remain out of trouble himself for the sake of the townspeople, Marco had no choice but to retreat; seeing her terrified eyes, even from such a distance, shattered his heart

- many lonely nights he spent his hours wracking his brain for just how to save his lover; sleep was long lost as he played out every possibility in his head over and over again

- he had finally found peace in his life, why was he cursed to feel pain again? (Name) was innocent! why was she being forced to suffer?

- he never believed anything in the papers about her treachery or evil plans against the World Government; he knew her, and if they would take the time to listen to her they’d see just how compassionate and innocent she was!

- but he also knew how damaged and unjust the World Government truly was; they didn’t care to listen, they were always in the right

- Marco knew no one would want this, not Whitebeard, not Thatch, not Ace, not even (Name), nevertheless, he went to fight for her anyway, determined to get her back so they could return to their normal lives together; he needed her

- but it was far too late; by the time he had arrived, her corpse laid before him, her lifeless body limp on the cold ground

- Marco had always been a rational guy, but this event was the final leap off the precipice he had been dangling from for years now; another loved one, gone forever…

- he stole her body and brought her back with him; he was a doctor, he could save her, right?

- the town wept and grew worried as Marco tried desperately to bring her back to life, his own health deteriorating in the process as he stopped eating and sleeping, punishing and cursing himself for being so weak and unable to help her

- it took a few friends to bring him back to his senses, telling him this is not what (Name) would have wanted, that he needed to live for her

- after some convincing, Marco, with the help of the town, finally lowered her body into the ground, the backyard of their home where she belonged

- he never would recover from this death, but he lived on, knowing that’s what she would have wanted and knowing he’d return to her someday wherever she was

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[prorevenge]

Homophobic priest epic karma

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So when I was 14 I went through what I call my "Jesus Freak" phase. BTW there is nothing wrong with having firm religious beliefs, this term was coined by the christian girl I was friends with at the time.

I didn't have any friends so when people let me into their world I just wanted to fit in. I was always a bit christian but had grown up around very free thinking people so I was pro gay marriage, pro choice, etc.

Once these kids from youth group started talking to me and hanging out I wanted so badly to be like them. I went to church, prayed and even listened to 'Jesus Jams" instead of Panic! at the Disco.

All was going well until one night when we had 'devotion night'.

enter the group leader, Let's call him prick.

We were sitting in a circle in the church.

Prick: tonight's topic is God's view of Homosexuality

I didn't really expect anything hateful. These people were more of the 'god loves us' christians instead of the 'you are a sinner' christians, if you catch my drift.

Then Prick pulled up a video about this guy who "was" gay but now is a christian.

Prick: let's go round the circle and say our favourite part of the video.

Christian Girl 1: I loved that! seeing him find salvation!

Christian Girl 2: Such a lovely story!

Me: um... I am confused, It he still gay?

Prick: It depends what you mean by 'gay'.

Me: does he still like me

Prick: well, I assume he still has urges to sin but he has overcome them through Christ

I was stunned and quickly realised this wasn't somewhere I wanted to be.

These stupid remarks continued.

some of my favourites included:

Him describing gay sex (wrong btw, but I couldn't exactly correct him)

stating that divorce was unholy and never allowed (even in domestic violence cases)

"Lesbians can't have sex, they just don't like men and want attention"

Then finally I plucked up the courage to ask a question.

Me: If God hates Gay people then Why did he make them that way

Prick: Looks me dead in the eye If someone came to you and said "I am a thief, I can't help it, That's just how God made me" what would you say?

I was stunned. I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I got up and left. I didn't need that in my life.

I was so upset. I had only just come to terms with myself and it felt like my progress just got punched in the gut.

So I did what I knew best- REVENGE!

I heard how Prick was volunteering at the "Brisbane Festival", an annual celebration of fireworks, performances and usually some kind of gimmick. The previous year had been a huge blow up laser tag maze.

But this year was the year gay marriage was legalised, so the city wanted to do something special. After pulling a few strings I found out that they were planing a huge wedding where they would marry 4 gay couples at the same time! one huge party at no cost to the couples. They were having trouble finding a volunteer with qualifications.

So I sent the committee an email. I told them how happy we were at (church's name) and it would mean so much if Prick (who was qualified to wed but was not a full priest) would officiate, especially as he was already a volunteer and too shy to speak up.

I got an email back the next week saying Prick did not wish to.

So I set up another email and cc'ed the head of the church (HOC). I said how it was such a shame that their website specifically said lgbt+ friendly but were not willing to do this simple task.

O.M.G. I never expected this to happen.

I thought maybe he would get a slap on the wrist from the (actually very nice) HOC. BUT OH WAS I WRONG!

HOC said he had to marry them or it would look really bad. He said if he didn't he would report him to the college he was studying at because of how petty he was being.

He was forced to marry them!!! In front of a rainbow flag! it was like a fucking pride parade!

NOTE: Looking back as an older person I know this wasn't the best idea. I could have very well infringed on his religious freedom and I understand that was inappropriate. But there is no excuse for not only being ignorant but spreading false truths to the younger generation.

(source) story by (/u/jmai164)

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[bobowhooo]

Potent Savages

Genre: Drama/ Angst/ smut/ Trigger warningsss/ exo, oc, and blackpink gang au!

Summary: Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast-paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 16: Searching to destroy

Why did you leave such a beautiful woman like me behind? Are you fucking crazy?

“Hurry up!” The woman in all black yelled at the other girls. It was their only chance to escape from the very exclusive Exo pool party. The woman and her sisters felt like they've been running for hours even though it’s only been 15 minutes. Her adrenaline was pumping and a smile was on her face. She feels alive under this night sky. This is the first time she has ever stolen anything and the fact that it was from the infamous Exo gang makes it all the more amazing. Stone cold hundred dollar bills filled the wallets of the Exo men she took them from. The watches they slid off their wrists and into their purses were dripping with vvs diamonds. This is the best night of her life. She heard her younger sisters giggling as they ran behind her, This was it. They were going to get out of this hell of a city once and for all. Escaping through the woods that made the Exo mansion so obscure, they were going to run until saw the end of them. She wished she would have stolen a car while she was at it though. 

“Bad idea, ladies!” She heard an unfamiliar voice before a gunshot went off right beside her head. Her body stood still before her survival mode kicked in. She began to reach for her sisters but her hand was shot so quickly she didn't even realize it until a few seconds after it happened. “Oops.” The unfamiliar voice said. She saw her sisters shivering and scared to move as tears streamed down her face from the pain in her hand. Finally, a beautiful girl with a golden glock stepped out of the darkness with a pout. “You know, a little while ago I would have let you run your little asses into the fucking sunset. But I don’t do charity anymore, unfortunately for you.”

“P-please. Don’t h-hurt my sisters.” The woman stuttered. By the looks of that glock she knows this has to be aya of blackpink. 

She tilted her head. “Well, gorgeous. I wouldn’t have to if you had just enjoyed the fucking party instead of being little snakes in the grass.”

The woman began to sob at the thought of her sisters getting hurt because of this stupid idea she had. She looked up at her sisters, silently begging them to please run. She can’t catch all of them right? “Are you just going to sit there and fucking cry!? Run bitch!” Aya yelled at them all and they immediately got up. The woman held her wounded hand close as she ran and her harsh tears began to dry from all the wind. Fear was all she felt while her sisters ran close behind her. In the distance, she could hear a click of a gun. The sound it makes before the trigger gets pulled. The sound it makes before someone gets hurt. 

“This will only hurt a little bit.” Aya said.

“Separate!”  Was she could get out before she was shot in the leg. She fell to the ground yelling out in pain as she looked at her sister on her left get shot in the arm and the one on her right get the same. The girl with the gold glock walked up to her with a hand running through her hair. “The next time you decide to be a damn thief, make sure it’s from someone who doesn’t have perfect aim and an itchy trigger finger, gorgeous. You understand?”

“Y-yes, yes i do!” The woman yelled out while crying. 

“Good. Now, lights out.” She sang, before her boot-clad foot kicked the woman in the head. “Somebody get this one some medical help.”

“They’re going to be alright.” I said to rosé. She looked at me with low eyes and i widened mine. “Don’t look at me like that. Be glad I didn’t shoot with the intent to kill.” I reasoned while chanyeol and kai rounded up the three ladies. Now that that's all over, welcome back. I'm glad you didn’t run away. The last time you saw me i was a mess. But that’s all in the past. I’m not that person anymore and i never will be again. It’s been about two weeks since that has happened anyways, what would I look like still hung up on that. On him. He’s gone and there’s no way I'm going to cry about it now. No need to press on why it hurt me so much. I won’t explain myself. I guess you could say a piece of me left with him though. You know, the part that gave a fuck about the world and it’s wonderfully shitty people, The part that wanted to love and wanted to be happy, The part of me that stopped me from doing a lot of really fucked up shit. In other words, the cold-hearted bitch you know and love is back and colder than ever. 

“Someone’s deep in their thoughts,” Chanyeol said to me. “Kai and rosé took off with the girls, so we should go back to the mansion.” 

I exhaled and licked my lips as he stared at me. “What?” I asked.

“Do you ever even realize what you’re doing?”

“Uhmm.....exhaling?” 

He paused and then turned away. His head shook as he walked and I made a confused expression. I ran to catch up to him before matching his pace. “You know, baekhyun is the biggest idiot I've ever met.” Chanyeol said. “Who?” I asked. Chanyeol looked at me with a smirk. “The real petty queen.” I laughed at his comment and pushed him softly. “Shut up.” He grabbed my arm before throwing his over my shoulders. “Why do you think he’s an idiot though?”

“He left your amazing ass here. Even though I understand why he did it. And I get to watch over you while he’s gone. Which is, of course, a big plus.” Chanyeol said. 

I raised one eyebrow before removing his arms from my shoulders and creating some distance. “Don’t get all weird on me, chanyeol.” I said to him. 

“Right. Sorry.” He said quietly. 

We walked back to the mansion through the woods in silence. When we arrived I saw that all the people that came over for the party had left. Chanyeol left silently from my side and I plopped on the couch. The cold gun on my body pressed into my skin so I jumped to remove it from its place and put it aside. I closed my eyes and let tonight's events wash over me. 

I was on sober patrol with kyungsoo and a few of the others because someone stealing in this environment is almost inevitable. Whoever is ballsy enough to party with us is usually ballsy enough to steal from us. We are pretty tempting targets though, I must admit. I mean how could you resist when these idiots keep carrying around so much cash and flashing their diamonds everywhere. Then again, I think they’re daring someone to steal from them. They’re troublemakers like that. 

I genuinely flirted with someone who isn’t baekhyun for the first time in a while tonight, but only because I was bored and sober. I had to have some kind of fun. And nothing is more fun than making a man drool just by a few smiles and hair flips. Well, actually there are a few things that are more fun. But still fun regardless. Anyways the party was chanyeol’s idea since his way of coping with the things that have occurred is drinking and smoking and loud music. I was worried about people finding out that suho and baekhyun weren’t here. I thought that once they did, everyone and their fucking mothers were going to think of it as a weakness and try to attack or wage a war. But it was under wraps well enough that we won’t have to worry about that. I think.

“Ahhh! Chanyeol!” My eyes snapped open and straight to the top of the staircase as jennie ran away from chanyeol half-naked. Her face lit up with an adorable excited smile. Chanyeol was just as naked as her while he chased her around. weird pairing, but they look happy. I turned away and shook my head. “Chanyeol! Stop, aya is right there!” She yelled at him cutely when they got to the bottom of the staircase and he snatched up her waist in his arms. I looked at them again. “Yeah, I'm right here.” I agreed with a nod. Chanyeol started to stare at me for some reason with his arms still around jennie and i tilted my head. “It’s not what it looks like,” Jennie said with a tiny bit of nervousness. “I mean, it is. But it’s not serious.” She claimed. I remember saying the same thing to myself when me and baekhyun started getting physical. I gave them a small smile and got up from the couch. 

“Okay, sure. Anyways, have fun you two.”

Two weeks to find the bitch. Two weeks to devise the perfect plan of action and execute it, And two weeks to get the cops of phoenix to turn a blind eye to this whole fiasco. I probably won’t need a whole two weeks for that last thing but that’s at most. I already began with carrying out my plan of action. I’ve been watching this lady for about a week now. I reminded myself as i pushed the binoculars closer to my eyes. I watched her undress through the window of a little obscure apartment she thought she could hide away from me in. I know this is what she wanted all along. For me to hunt her down like an animal, for me to watch her in the night with no sleep. Only thinking of her. She thinks the moment i find her that I'll come to her. I’ll go straight for her with my mind all screwed up by the death of a loved one. I’ll mess up and make mistakes. Fire some inaccurate shots at her. I’ll cry and ask for her comfort. Hate sex maybe. Well, maybe I'm the one thinking of hate sex but anyways, I know how her mind works. I successfully played her like a violin for months. How would I not know? 

None of that is going to happen though. I’ll follow her everywhere she goes, stay in the shadows, make her think I never even came or at least I just haven’t yet. I'll scare the shit out of her. Everything around will start to crumble, then when she’s at her lowest point, I’ll watch her burn just like she should have that night in the hideout. All in a week. Karma is an asshole this time around, and his name baekhyun. Si yeon flipped her hair so it came out of the collar of the shirt she just put on. I never thought I could hate someone so much. I scoffed then sighed. It kind of reminds me of when I never thought I could love someone as much as I love aya. Weird connection but accurate. She really rocked my whole fucking world, and she probably hates me now. Shit, that might even be an understatement. Of course, I can’t regret what I did because I was so stubborn about it. I kind of have to stand by it. But I miss my baby. I have no right to say that but I do. I miss that little smile of hers, and how she says my name. Her eyes and her lips and her hands. Fucking everything. Especially when she would grip my hair and my chin in such a possessive way I couldn’t think straight.

“Fuck.” I whispered under my breath.

“What's she doing?” Minseok asked in confusion.

“N-nothing at all. I just was thinking about some things.” I threw the binoculars at him and stood up out of the chair i pushed close to the window of our hotel suite. “Here, keep watch. I can’t stand it anymore.” My mind is all over the place right now and i can’t have that. I walked into the bathroom and paced around with deep breaths. I reached for my phone and looked through it for any pictures of aya that could satisfy this urge to see her. See her with that sexy little attitude she wears in front of people she doesn’t know. I wonder if she's struggling as much as i am. I found a picture of her sleeping as i was scrolling through my album and smiled. Her cheek was smushed up against my silk-clad pillows, her hair was all over the place and her lips were soft and slightly opened. I could see my shirt on her body all wrinkled up and covering her torso. She looks so perfect. 

“Baekhyun! She’s on the move!” Minseok yelled from outside the bathroom.

“Shit.” I got up quickly. And to think i was about to put my dick in my hand. I pushed minseok out of the way and grabbed the binoculars. She looked around with a paranoid expression as she walked to her new car. This is her second one this week. I must admit she’s very good at being thorough. High-end hotels then low cheap apartments. Renting a car one week, then buying one the next. She stays on her toes definitely. But she could never have gotten away from me no matter how good she is at this. 

I smirked and sat back into the chair. “pull up the tracker and let’s haul ass.”

I closed my left eye while focusing my right on the target. It moved side to side slowly, which made this a bit too easy. I pulled the trigger three times firing two to the stomach and one to the head. My aim is off. Really off. I sighed and let my arm drop to my side. 

“Something on your mind?” Chanyeol asked.

“I can’t seem to think or aim straight. I had a dream about that bastard last night. He’s still lingering in my stupid head.” I expressed with a pout. 

“Well, what did you expect? To completely forget about someone that important? Already?” Chanyeol said as he aimed for his next target. 

“Yeah.” I whined.

“No.” He laughed after hitting his target in the head perfectly. “That’s not how this works. Also, are you really going to hate him forever? Even if he came back would you completely not want him? After everything?”

“Ughhhh, shut up! Stop making sense!” I whined more. When the man laughed again my phone began to ring. The caller ID read, baekyum, with a heart. This happens every week. I get one call from that stubborn asshole and I always decline it. Well, sometimes I just stare and let it ring, other times I decline it. When I think about it, chanyeol is right. I don’t know what I'm going to do when I see him again. If I see him again. I don’t know what I would say, or how I would react. I know I'm mad at him right now. But what about when he gives me that “I'm home, babydol” smile. Will I melt? will I set him on fire?

Can I do both?

“Baekhyun?”

I looked up at chanyeol after realizing my phone stopped ringing. His phone was to his ear and the hand holding the gun was pointed at the target still, but with no intentions of shooting. I threw daggers at him with my eyes and he smiled at me. 

“Oh, everything is good actually.” He answered the asshole while putting him on speaker. 

“That’s good to hear. I hope you’re looking over aya well.” I scoffed while listening closely.

“I definitely am.” Chanyeol said. A mischievous smile plastered all over his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable though. The job is almost done. I’ll be back soon.”

“That’s great, baekhyun.” Chanyeol answered in a lower voice than before. Maybe even a little disappointed.

“chanyeolll.”  Baekhyun whined into the phone. I widened my eyes at his behavior while chanyeol just answered calmly. “I miss her sooo muchhh. It’s killing me.”

“Try to stay alive. I'm sure she wants to kill you herself when you get back.”

“Is it bad that I can’t wait for that?” 

“Not at all. I know how you feel. Trust me.”

“Alright, i have to go. Thank you again, chanyeol.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome, man. Be careful out there.” chanyeol said before hanging up.

I felt like my heart was so cold before this one phone call set it on fucking fire. I bit my lip while staring at the gun in my hand. “How could he?” I said. It’s coming back. All the feelings I tried to push away. It’s all just replaying.

“Aya...”

“How could he just say those things? How could he just make me feel like this!?” I screamed at chanyeol. Letting out my feelings wasn’t up for debate at this point. It all was just coming out on its own. All because of one phone call. 

“Aya, I'm sorry.”

“No, none of this is your fault so don’t apologize! Don’t try to make up for the mess he made of me! Stop watching over me and stop comforting me! I just want to be left alone!”

“I’m not watching over you because he told me to! I’m not comforting you for that reason either!” He yelled back, finally. “I'm doing this because I want to! Because it makes me happy.” He walked over to me slowly. “It makes me happy to make you happy. To see you happy.” Before I knew it I was surrounded by him. His arms felt huge and heavy while they were wrapped around me. He’s big and warm, but he felt almost nothing like baekhyun. And he never will.

“I-”

“Don’t say anything. I don’t want you to.” Chanyeol spoke quietly into my ear. “Just let me have this.”

AUTHORS NOTE : WHOA THIS MIGHT BE MY WORST CHAPTER LMFAO. i rushed it because i wanted to get through this part....ill do better in the future!!! I hope lol

kissess <3333333 ~lailaa

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