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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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Graveyard Siblings (4)

I am sorry for not posting in a while. School is a total bitch. Here is part 4 of a fic that is not a fic.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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Tall Marinette.(I admit I might be projecting a little here.)

One day, she took out something from someplace high and the whole family realized that ‘holy shit when did you get so tall?’

Bonus if Jason comes back from a long mission and had a wtf moment because she was wearing 6-inch-heels and met his eyes with them on.

“Pixie?!”

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You know how Bruce has the identity of Matches Malone to infiltrate the Gotham Underground.

While Jason does the drug deals more street crime stuff, Maria uses an excuse of being the representative for Red Hood excuse to mingle with the rich people who does crime on the side (Penguin), she uses it to go to black market auctions and buy some of the lost miraculouses which got into the hands of black market dealers.

Jason knows about it and acts as her ‘bodyguard’ anytime he can or sends one of his henchmen to be one with a death threat if she gets a single scratch on her.

Bruce is unaware of this. Or is he?

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Mari helps with running WE since she is a little less busy with the vigilante side of things.

It started with Tim panicking about deadlines and Mari offering to help, to Bruce and Tim bullying the board to have her as co-CEO.

She has to be that and head of Afterlife. So she is very busy. Doesn’t know about what comes next….

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Somehow the class comes to Gotham for a trip. It has been 3 years since her death.

Mari has changed her appearance since the day she left Paris. She has highlights in her hair after a ‘sibling bonding day’ with Jason. Her hair is kept short for convenience and not in pigtails. Along with her tall height and more confident aura, she is almost unrecognizable.

She rides a motorcycle too.

The class waits in the lobby for the tour and in walks this badass woman with aviator sunglasses, leather jacket and designer clothes which was all MT brand, making a lot of people swoon.

She takes off her glasses and walks past the class. Checking stuff on her phone and sipping coffee in her other hand.

She seems familiar but they couldn’t figure out why. (All except Chloe, Alix and Felix who are snickering in the background.)

Lila sees her and comments on how she must be a criminal with the way she dresses. (Lila internally freaks out because were her eyes messing with her? Because she looked a little like Marinette. Also jealous of the new arrival for stealing all the attention.) Alya takes the bait and calls security to ‘arrest’ her.

They just laugh. The class doesn’t understand, speaking in confused French.

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“I am Maria Todd-Wayne, also known as designer MT. CEO of Afterlife and co-CEO of the very company you are in. I am allowed in here. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” she said in perfect French.

“But Lila told us you can’t speak French.”

“Who?”

“Lila Rossi, your friend. She told us that you and MT were dating.”

“Me dating myself. Okay I love myself because self-love is a thing but that is a whole other level. MT are my initials. Anyone who has a brain could have figured that out or at the very least do a Google search. I am not sure where your friend got that notion.”

“Hey, Bean, come on. We have a long day ahead of us.” Tim reminded her.

“Goodbye but cease the rumours or you would be escorted off the premises.”

As they rode up the elevator, “Tim, why are they here?”

“They are the lucky winners of the Wayne Enterprise Young Prodigies Contest. Why, Maria?”

“Lucky, huh.” She muttered under her breath. She might as well tell him. They are the Bats and they will find out anyway. “They are from my old class, the one you know…”

“Oh. Want me to send them back? I can do that if they are making you uncomfortable.”

“Nah. Too much to deal with. And it is unfair to send them back over a petty grudge. Besides, I could have some fun.”

“Anything that Bruce and I should be worried about?”

“I swear no killing. Just because Jason came back from the dead, hell-bent on killing. Doesn’t mean I am too.”

“Cool, just don’t do any property damage or traumatize our employees.”

“I might need you to erase some footage later and tell Bruce about this.”

“Some brownies, my favourite coffee cake, the ‘special’ brew and you have yourself a deal.”

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So basically she just showed up around where the class was ‘by coincidence’.

Talk to a few people and take them out of earshot of the rest of the class.

End the conversation by saying a few things only they and her would know. Insides jokes and secrets. (I pick her old childhood friends like, Nino, Kim and maybe Sabrina)

Uses Trixx to turn into a walking dead version of her 15-year old self and disappears as they freak out about how she knew that secret/story.

Freaks them out further by appearing again in front of the whole class and pretending not to know their previous conversation.

Mari manages to get Lila alone.

I should also say that Lila thought that her curse was making her see MT as Marinette.

It terrifies Lila when she finds out that MT is actually Marinette, not dead but alive after all this time and apparently living the high life she wanted. This fact made the Italian swell up with jealousy.

“I hope you are not lying about me again, Lila Rossi. Like you always do.”

“What do you want with me? I swear I didn’t say anything else about you.”

“Aw, Lila. Don’t recognize me?”

Maria flickers and Ladybug is in her place and later, the Marinette that appeared in her bedroom and back to normal.

“You! How? Why are you here? Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“Why not? I mean you did take away nearly all my friends, my parents and made my life a living hell. If you think about it, I am just repaying you the same favor. How are the others? Treating you well?”

“What did you do to me, you bitch?”

“I just put a curse on you. The ghosts of your past will haunt you until you stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop Lying, Liar. They all feed and grow in power from your lies. I wonder what would happen in a few years if you kept this up.”

“You think you can get away with this. This is war and I have already beaten you once.”

“Oh Rossi. This isn’t a war. It’s a death sentence.” With that she disappears.

Lila tries to tell her class that MT is actually Marinette. She is met with crazy looks. Some of them look like they want to believe her but don't because they don’t want to look crazy too.

Oh. Adrien wasn’t on the trip because his mother didn’t want him to go to the crime capital of America although the crime rate has gone down a little due to Hellbat curing some of the city’s bad energy..

Right after Lila told the class about MT, Scarecrow came to steal some Wayne tech and the class got caught in the crossfire. So later, it was brushed off as Lila seeing things due to the fear toxins.

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Joker made the mistake of kidnapping her. Once was enough to never try that again.

(It involved the use of nearly all of the Miraculouses, old and new. He was thoroughly humiliated at the end of it and his picture by the time Hellbat was done with him was on the Batfam’s Christmas Card. Like I said she doesn’t kill but making them beg for death was okay.)

It coincided with Jason’s Birthday and the video of the incident was ‘the best birthday present ever.’ The uncensored version was watched at the next undead siblings bonding day. Damian included.

After hearing a few rumours about what happened, most criminals were glad for Hellbat’s rare appearances. (which happens once a month and during really busy time of the year)

There was a time where Penguin was carrying out one of their plans and when Hellbat showed up, all of their thugs surrendered instantly. (No Batman did not pout at the fact that this French girl was more imitating than him.)

Scarecrow used his newest batch of fear toxin on her during the first year after she died.

He was astounded to see her still standing and she later proceeded to beat the crap out of him while being under the toxin’s influences.

He has tried to stay out of her way since then.

She saw Scarecrow as Hawkmoth and said a lot of things in French which scared everyone because she said it with so much hate, anger and in a very menacing tone that everyone is like ‘I am not touching this.’

It took Red Hood and Nightwing to restrain her from further beating Scarecrow up.

He was one of the people who sympathised with the Joker after the Incident.

The next was Riddler being so arrogant in his plans and managed to get Hellbat and Spoiler into a death trap.

“You know I have a few regrets in life. And my final one is that I got captured and am now going to get killed by a walking fashion disaster.”

“Hey! I made this myself. I will have, you know.”

“You have a brilliant mind but no sense of fashion at all. When I get out of here, I am going to burn that thing with you in it, for your crimes against fashion.”

“What is wrong with it?”

Cue a lot of roasting of Riddler’s costume and Spoiler adding more fuel to the fire.

They manage to escape while Riddler is crying on the floor, having an existential crisis.

The thing was no one knows why Riddler was silent the entire week after encountering Hellbat and crying when anyone mentions it.

They now think Hellbat is the scariest one in the Batfamily, second to Batman and tied with Black Bat/Orphan.

The few who find out what really happened in the warehouse that night. Blackmail material on the Riddler.

Three ( four if you count Penguin) of Gotham’s biggest villains of the Rogues Gallery scared of Bats’ newest addition. Hellbat was not someone they wanted to mess with.

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Magic crisis stuff. Like a world ending event thing. Dr. Fate says they need the Miraculous jewels but the last mention of them had been in Paris a few years ago and had vanished since then.

Costantine looked at Batman. “You know who you have to call.”

Batman calls Hellbat. Who hasn’t been introduced yet to the JL.

“Ah. Bats. Not that I question your authority or anything but how can your newest ‘ward’ help us?”

She takes off her helmet and reveals her face and more importantly, her earrings.

Tikki comes out of her hiding place.

“I am the current Guardian of the Miracle Box and wielder of the Ladybug miraculous during Hawkmoth’s reign in Paris a few years ago. Any other Questions?”

“Oh great Guardian. Tikki. It is an honour to meet you.”-Wonder Woman, who else.

“You too, Princess Diana. Pass on my regards to your mother.”-Tikki

A huge face-off and the big evil is defeated.

WW asks abt HM and gives a horrified face at the end of her story. Nearly everyone who eavesdropped on the conversation was.

"Forgive me, Guardian for not aiding you in your hour of need.”

“It’s okay. I understand that there are other crises, world-ending ones that JL have to take care of. I am better now. Mostly.”

“I doubt it with those revenge schemes I found lying around. But she is getting there with her therapist.”-Batman

“I hate you, Dad.”

“Did you just call him Dad?”

“No….”

“Do you see me as a father figure?”

“I see you as a nuisance with how nosy you are with my personal business. So you are more of a bother figure.”

“I see you as part of the family too, Daughter.” (Got that reference anyone?)

“Jason was the one who adopted me.”

“Legally you are adopted by me.”

Maria with Pikachu surprised face because nobody told her that. “My life is a lie.”

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(Part 5)

#graveyard sibling #platonic jasonette #maribat #mlb x dc #platonic daminette #platonic timinette #some class salt #lila salt #lila bashing #joker doesn't look good here either #platonic! jasonette #siblings jasonette #platonic timminette #marinette and stephanie teaming up to rip into Riddler's costume

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twoheartshookingup · 2 years

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hank voight x reader where reader is jealous of how well he gets on with liv benson while she’s in chicago for a case, and either starts flirting with someone else / does something reckless as a result?

and voight ends up torn between punishing them for acting out and showing them that they’re the only person he’s got eyes for? pretty please?

The case you were working was hard, trying to get to grips with a serial killer who’d crossed state lines. New York’s SVU team had sent people over, and you’d been partnered with Carisi. He was a good cop, and you enjoyed spending time with him. You’d just come back from talking to the colleague of one of your latest victims, and when you glanced in your Sergeant’s window you could see the Lieutenant with him. Benson’s hand was on his arm, and they were sitting close together. You tried swallowing your jealousy, but it was hard. Nobody knew you and Hank had been together for two years, that you had been living together for six months. It was just one of the ways you kept the intricacies of your private lives private.

You were tracking someone killing lawyers and their spouses, and your most recent witness told you that they’d been to a mixer the night they were taken. Carisi went through what you’d found, and you said someone would need to go undercover to try track what was going on.

“I’ll do it with them. I’ve got my New York Bar Association card, I’m an actual attorney. We can do it.” Carisi looked at you and you nodded, staring around the table at your unit and the two other cops from New York. Benson and Rollins nodded at your words, as did the rest of your unit. Except your sergeant.

“Is it safe for the two of you to do it?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Definitely. I trust Carisi, we’ll be a good team.”

You went to get ready, doing your makeup and putting a cocktail dress on. With your hair done you slipped on the rings to mark you as Carisi’s spouse. There was a noise behind you and you turned, Hank standing a yard away.

“You don’t need to put yourself in danger to prove something,” he said, putting a hand on your arm and rubbing his thumb in calming circles.

“I’m a cop, not just a pretty face. What has you so concerned?”

“I see the way Carisi looks at you. He’s got a crush.” He crushed his lips to yours, and you kissed him back, a hand around the back of his neck. It was more than you’d ever do usually but you could never resist him.

“I’m not the only one who has an NYPD officer interested.” With that you kissed his cheek, fixed your lipstick, and walked out.

Carisi was in a perfectly fitting three piece suit, and he held his arm out for you. When you arrived at the aquarium he held your hand to walk in, keeping an arm around you when you made it in. His hand kept running up and down your arm, making you smile at him.

It didn’t take long for things to go wrong, a gun to the small of your back as your killer went for you and Carisi. You were terrified, following his instructions as you left the aquarium. It took too many minutes but your unit got him down. You were shaking, it was too close. Kim wrapped her arms around you, holding you tight and helping you calm down. Finally you felt like you weren’t going to break down, squeezing Kim back before letting go.

You got a ride back to the district with her, but the one thing that you couldn’t stop thinking about was Hank didn’t check on you. The hammer on the gun at your back had been pulled. The safety was off. When Ruzek got the gun there was a bullet in the barrel. You’d nearly died. And your boyfriend - the man you lived with who was jealous and claimed to love you - hadn’t even asked if you were ok. Even without being your boyfriend he was your boss. And that hurt.

You changed back into your own clothes in the locker room, heading up to the bullpen. Once you and Carisi were there Hank and Benson looked at all of you.

“We’re doing interrogations in the morning, go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Everyone stood at Hank’s words, and you watched him walk into his office with Benson, closing the door and pulling the door blind down. Another stake through your heart.

“Want to get food?” You had your jacket on when Carisi asked, and part of you wanted to reject it. But the idea of going to Hank’s house, feeling lonely sitting there and not knowing when he’d get home or if he’d even come home that night felt impossible.

“Yeah. I know a good ramen place, are you interested?”

“Sure.”

You walked out with him, waving goodbye to Kim and Adam as the last in the bullpen. Hank was still in his office, and you just shook your head.

Sonny was good company for dinner, smiling as you both ate. You each had a beer, and as you glanced out the window you spotted Hank and Benson going to a place across the street. You were trying to convince yourself that it was a friendly dinner, the same as yours.

“You ok? Tonight on your mind?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“Nah, just life stuff. I’m going to head home. It’s been a long case, I just want some sleep.”

“I’ve got this. You were good to me while I’m here. See you tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

It was an easy drive home, and you pulled into the garage before getting to the house. Sitting on the couch, the news on tv reporting the arrest after “a Chicago PD officer was nearly abducted”, your blood turned to ice. You just wanted Hank. But you didn’t even know you had him. The secrecy and lack of discussion about what you were doing now was killing you.

You were shocked from your thoughts by Hank coming home, turning and seeing him in the doorway. You waved, curling back up on the couch.

“How’re you doing? After tonight? Are you feeling ok?”

You turned and looked at Hank, at the easy way his questions came out. Your rage was ignited, and you knew you’d regret the next words out of your mouth but you couldn’t resist.

“How am I feeling? Really? That’s what you’re going with?” He looked at you, and you shook your head, just getting started. “I nearly died, Hank. I was in a cocktail dress, I had no Kevlar, no protection. There was a bullet in the barrel, the safety was off and he had his finger on the trigger. I. Nearly. Died. And then the man I’m in love with, who I’ve been ignoring his flirting with Liv, didn’t ask me anything. I know nobody knows. I know I’m your dirty little secret, god I know that. But you didn’t even ask me as my Sergeant. Kim’s the one who comforted me. You didn’t even look at me. I…I’m gonna pack a bag.”

You stood up, going upstairs and grabbing an overnight bag from the wardrobe. Part of it felt too much, but you couldn’t sit there and watch as things fell apart. Ending it was easier for your heart.

“Sweetheart, can we talk? Why?” Hank was standing in the doorway as you pulled some jeans out, and you shook your head, feeling tears begin.

“If you don’t want us, just say it. What am I supposed to think? You won’t talk to me, you ignored me. I can tell you don’t want this relationship. So I’m ending it before you do.”

You turned away, but before you could put anything in the bag Hank’s hand was on your arm, turning you to him. He pulled you into a kiss, hands going into your hair to hold you there. His tongue slipped between your lips, plunging into your mouth as you kissed him back. Breathless he pulled away and looked at you.

“I love you. Only you. Olivia and I used to have something, years ago. There’s nothing anymore. I don’t want her, I want you. You’re mine. Just mine.” His hand gripped your ass, pulling you against him. “Feel how much I want you? I’m a jealous man, I don’t want anyone else to know how you feel, how you sound. The way you look when you’re begging me to enter you. When you’re tied up on that bed and I get to bring you on the edge of the pain and pleasure. Mine. Nobody else.”

“Hank…” you looked at him, staring into his eyes.

“I love you. Only you. And I’m sorry for not showing you that I do. I was jealous seeing you and that lawyer detective. Touching you in that dress. Seeing you flirt with him. You’d been doing it anyway in the district but in public? You knew you were making me jealous. You knew you were breaking the rules didn’t you?”

He pulled your hair back, watching you as you moved with him.

“I’m sorry. I was scared. And I should have talked to you.”

“You should have. And I should have talked to you too. So no punishment. But I’m showing you just how mine you really are.”

He threw the bag from the dresser, pinning you against it with a thigh between your legs. He ground up into your core, pulling your shirt over your head and using it to keep your hands behind your back.

“Hank, please. Please.” Your bra was front clasping and he opened it, watching your boobs bounce free as your bra joined your shirt around your wrists.

“These are mine. You’re all mine. All of you.” His lips trailed down, sucking marks just below each of your collarbones. His hands groped your chest, thumbs and index fingers pinching at your nipples. You keened under his actions, nipples diamond hard as you ground on him.

“Don’t. Move. A. Muscle.” He punctuated each word with a pinch to each nipple, twisting your nipples on the final word. You groaned, but stayed there refusing to move as he went around to his nightstand. You watched as he pulled out the oh so familiar nipple clamps, stalking back and enjoying the look on your face.

“I said no real punishment, but we both know just how much you love this, don’t you?” You nodded, knowing exactly what would happen if you actually spoke.

The pinch and burn of the silver metal made you gasp, and Hank smiled, undoing your belt and jeans and stripping you. You were left naked with your hands kept behind your back, just the discarded clothing holding them there.

“You’re so pretty like this, aren’t you? So wet and needy and perfect for me.” His fingers slid between your legs, carefully ignoring your clit. Instead two fingers went straight into your cunt, making you writhe around his fingers. Hank’s smirk was present on his face, and he used his fingers in you to pull you to the bed.

“I’m going to tie you down and remind you just how mine you are, understood Sweetheart?”

“Yes Sir.” You smiled at your words, the comfort he gave you. His free hand went into your hair as he arranged you on your back, spreading your limbs out. Hank took your handcuffs from your jeans, cuffing one wrist, threading the free cuff through the headboard and cuffing the other wrist. You wiggled them so he could see it wasn’t too tight, a light slap to one tit making you groan. Your legs were tied to the end of the bed, spread open so Hank could see just how wet and needy you were. Once he was happy with how you were laid out he stripped, and you watched how hard he was already as he surveyed your body.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” He pulled the clamps off without warning, palms kneading your tits as the pain subsided. “These are mine. This body is mine. You’re mine and I’m yours.” He reached down, kissing and licking every mark on your body. When he reached where the gun had been on your back he stopped, sucking a bruise into your stomach. He stopped at the fingertip bruises he’d left the week before on your hips, kissing them softly. He went from your hips down the outside of one thigh, back up the inside. But instead of his lips landing where you wanted him he went for the other thigh, down the outside and back up. But finally he put his fingers back in you, your hips bucking at the friction and contact.

Hank knew your body like a finely tuned piano at this point, holding onto your hip as his fingers worked you over, his tongue on your clit as you ground down, desperate for more. Just as you were on the edge he moved away, a high pitched whine as you realised what he was doing.

“Easy, easy. You’ll get it eventually. Do I ever leave you desperate when you’re not on punishment?” You shook your head, and you could feel his grin against your skin.

He did it four more times, leaving you sobbing from overstimulation as you whined. When he backed off this time you were shaking, his face covered in your juices. He kissed his way back up your body, holding onto you.

“Hank, please. Please. I need you.” You wanted to hold onto him, wrap your arms around him. You felt him line up against you and slide in, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he thrust in.

“You’re so good baby. You’re so beautiful for me, the best for me. I’m so proud of you like this baby. So perfect for me. Who else could I need but you?”

His hand went around your neck as he thrust in, your back arching. He moved his other hand to your clit, pinching and flicking it. “Cum for me baby, let me feel you.”

The way he moved and held onto you made you cum, a soundless scream as you threw your head back, spasming as he kept fucking you. His movements pushed you into a second orgasm, and you felt his head collapse into your shoulder as he came, holding onto you.

It didn’t take long for him to come back to himself, pushing soft kisses to your forehead as he got up. He undid your wrists and ankles, rolling you over and massaging your shoulders. You groaned into him, smiling at the kiss he pressed to your spine.

“I love you.” Hank’s deep voice made you roll over and smile, curling into his arms.

“I’m sorry. I should have said something. Anything. I was scared of what would happen.”

“You never need to be. You’re probably the one person in this city who doesn’t need to be scared of me.” It was quiet, and you could tell he was thinking about something. “I liked seeing a ring on your finger. I’m not saying now. Or soon. But in the future what do you think?”

“In the future. But that means people will know.”

“I told Olivia. She asked if I wanted to go back to her hotel room. I told her I was going home to the person I love. You’re better than a dirty secret. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

You nuzzled into his arms, feeling safe and secure as you went to sleep with his lips firmly against your forehead.

#I love this so fucking much #so so much #hank voight x reader #cíara.nsfw #minors dni

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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15x19: Inherit the Earth

We’re down to the end, and guys, I’m not ready. :(

Then:

THEY’RE IN LOVE

Now:

The world is empty.

Sam and Jack wander the empty streets. Dean pulls up in the Impala (still wearing his jacket with Cas’s bloody handprint. BRB CRYING.) Everyone’s gone. Dean tells the others that it’s Chuck that did this. Jack asks the IMPORTANT question: “Where’s Cas?” Dean looks down and hesitates, but eventually says, “He saved me.” He tells them the cliff’s notes version of what happened while shoving down A MILLION feelings of regret and loss and I want to hug him. “Cas is gone,” he finishes, and hahahahahahahahah NOPE. Sam, in disbelief, calls his side-ship Jody. No answer.

They head to an empty sports bar (AND WHAT I WOULD DO TO GO TO A BAR WITH FRIES AND TVs AND BEER RIGHT NOW). Jack stays outside and prays to Cas. He gets nothing and starts walking. All the flowers start to wilt as he passes them. WHAT IS HAPPENING?

Sam blames himself and is done. They decide to meet with Chuck.

They tell him that they’ll play his little game. They’ll kill each other. Dean demands that they put everything back to normal first, though. “The people, the birds, Cas.” All of it. (WEEPING.)

Dean, DEAN, Cas doesn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.

Yeah, Chuck doesn’t care. He’s really into the brothers' suffering alone story. “That’s deep, that’s sophisticated, that’s a page turner.” Oh, Chuck, you dumb bastard.

Cut to the bunker where they’re all suffering on their own. Jack wallows in his room. Sam wanders the halls, and Dean lays passed out on a bottle of liquor in the library. Sam finds Dean in the library, and Jack soon joins them to tell them that he’s sensing another presence in the world.

They head to a gas station. Dean heads for the bathroom, and hears a whimpering. IT’S A DOG. And Dean’s so happy to have found him. He names the dog Miracle.

Dean brings the dog out to show Sam. He tells him that Miracle is coming home with them. I AM DYING. Sam is shocked. Dean tells him not to worry because he’ll only let him ride shotgun if Sam is cool with it. Lol.

Of course, all good things must end. And Miracle dusts like everything else in existence. Dean looks around and sees Chuck giving him a smarmy salute. F U C K O F F, C H U C K. Dean doesn’t even like dogs, so there. (The patented Robert Singer ZOOM tells me that Dean does indeed care about dogs.)

(Sidenote: The dog is Cas, right? Dean’s beyond happy to see it. And is ready to let it sit shotgun, but only if Sam’s okay with it. And he’s REALLY upset that they can’t “save a dog”. Just thinking thoughts.)

They head to a church.

Once they’re in the church of very dangerously burning candles, they’re greeted by Michael.

Michael tells them that he’s been chilling here to avoid Chuck’s notice. Adam is gone. (RIP Winchester brother that never got a chance.) Michael monologs a bit about humans and stuff. Dean recognizes a little soldier when he sees one. Michael wants to help though.

Back at the bunker, Sam shows him Death’s book on God. Michael tries opening the book with no luck. (Sidenote: The DRAMA of the lights being lower is killing me.)

*Dean is In Love Alert*

The brothers take a moment alone in the dark kitchen.

Dean gets a call.

Dean takes the call and because he’s a precious bean that actually believes what he’s hearing. Cas is at the bunker. He’s outside. He’s hurt.

Dean takes off like a rocket AND I’M DYING. BBY BOY. NO.

It’s not Cas. It’s Lucifer.

UGH.

(DOUBLE UGH.)

(INFINITY UGH.)

Yeah, Lucifer totally sees what’s between Dean and Cas and gains access to the bunker because of that. Coolcoolcoolcoolcool.

He tells the brothers that the Empty kicked him out to finish Chuck. He brought a reaper to prove to the brothers that he’s good people (NOT.)

Betty is bound and gagged. (Because WHY NOT DO THAT TO A WOMAN, Buckleming.) Lucifer then kills her. (Because WHY NOT DO THAT TO A WOMAN, Buckleming.)

Betty is the new Death!

(Sorrynotsorry for the lack of pictures. I think we all know why.)

She asks for the book. If they give it to her, she can read it.

They set her up in the dungeon reading room, and she doesn’t need helpers.

Meanwhile, Lucifer is playing cards and there’s ZERO interaction with Jack and him. AND I AM LIVING. Like, it’s 100% clear that Jack isn’t his son and he does not see him as a father. Jack’s father is dead. AND I AM LIVING. (But also sad because Cas is dead.)

Lucifer does interact with Michael though. Michael does not trust his brother.

Betty pops up with the book and the end of God. Lucifer ashes her with a snap of his fingers.

(HOW?!>!>?)

Wherps, he grabs the book from her and reveals his hand. He’s working with Chuck.

Lucifer and MIchael battle it out. Jack watches. Lucifer tries to convince Jack to join the losing team.

Michael stabs Lucifer with an archangel blade. Mercifully, there are no haughty speeches or further peacocking between these two. Lucifer sparks out, gone at last. GOOD RIDDANCE.

Later, Dean has a heart to heart with Michael in the kitchen. Michael’s reeling that Chuck brought Lucifer back from the dead instead of seeking him out. But he’s definitely NOT BITTER, NOPE.

Dean reveals that Chuck’s book is open and full of mysterious Enochian symbols. Sam’s going to translate those, and figure out how Chuck dies, so they can start knocking down some dominoes!

In the library later, Sam reveals that he’s uncovered a spell to stop Chuck. (Jack was researching nephilim on the computer! Jack bby) When complete, the spell will unleash an “unstoppable force” against Chuck. They head out to a special location, light the spell, and it sends three bright beams of power into the sky.

But the spell explodes. They look up to find Chuck standing there. Chuck...chucks the Winchesters and Jack away. He thanks Michael for tipping him off. “It’s always been my destiny to serve you,” Michael tells him. But that’s not enough for Chuck to forgive him for siding with the Winchesters even once. Chuck fractures Michael into light. The last archangel bites the dust.

He turns his attention to the Winchesters. It’s time to finish them. He’s canceling the show. At the last minute, he decides it’ll be more fun to beat them to death instead of snapping them out of existence. It’s……..YIKES PRETTY BRUTAL TO WATCH. “Just stay down,” he counsels them - practically begs them. But they won’t stop. Broken and bleeding, they hold each other up against him.

Sam laughs at Chuck’s confusion. “You lose,” he tells him. Behind Chuck, the camera pans to Jack.

Chuck tries to snap Jack dead but his snapper isn’t working.

Jack lays his hands on Chuck and golden power streams from Chuck into Jack. Jack snaps his fingers once, and the Winchesters are healed. As they say in the industry...suck it, Chuck.

Sam drops Death’s book in front of Chuck, but the pages are blank. Only Death can even SEE anything in the book (making the whole “can’t open book covers” thing into nothing but a drama llama move). The Winchesters came up with a plan B and spout this in a quick exposition dump.

Michael was jealous of Lucifer being “chosen” by Chuck

They made up the story of a spell, so Michael would tell Chuck

Jack’s “bomb” quest turned him into a power vacuum - thus the dying plants

When Michael and Lucifer fought in the bunker, the power exchange charged Jack back to full nephilim strength

Chuck killing Michael and beating on the Winchesters allowed Jack to absorb god-power

“This is why you’re my favorites,” Chuck gasps. He doesn’t know what happens next, but he’s ready to die “at the hands of Sam Winchester. Of Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer.”

And. Babies. Sweeties. I know that there are lots of people who have problems with this episode but THIS! THIS. This next line makes it all worth it. Because Dean tells him, “See, that’s not who I am. That’s not who we are.” He took how Castiel sees him and he planted that damn seed in his own heart and watered it even in the depths of despair and now it’s so mighty a force that he just walks away from their lifelong tormentor. GUYS. I LOVE IT. I’m so emotional right now.

Jack confirms that Chuck won’t get his powers back. “It’s not his power anymore.” And AGAIN I am emotional thinking about fanfiction and fanart and giving this show to us when it’s all done. Ahem. Anyway. Chuck’s gonna grow old and die and be forgotten like every single human. (Ooookay that got a little dark, but I’ll allow it. This is a “to the pain” speech, after all.)

Chuck begs for them not to leave him, reduced to sniveling panic in the Impala’s dust cloud.

The Winchesters head back to a small, empty town. Jack closes his eyes in the sunshine as “Get Together” by the Youngbloods croons across the scenes. People return to the world and it’s gentle and beautiful - everyone returning to their day-to-day. “Come on people now, smile on your brother!” the song implores.

Love is but a song to sing Fear's the way we die You can make the mountains ring Or make the angels cry Though the bird is on the wing And you may not know why

Come on people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another Right now

And look. I know this is just a song, and this is just a show. But this is my hope for this show and these characters - steeped in darkness for so long. And this is my hope for our actual real world too. It’s hard for me to separate the two so YES I’M CRYING AS I TYPE THIS. May this song lead us into the next episode and destroy me in a fountain of hopeful light.

Erm. anyway. Miracle the dog runs into the scene! It IS a damn miracle! Dean and Sam are so proud of Jack! Jack confirms that Amara is with him and they’re in harmony. I’m so happy that Amara got a happy peaceful forever after with her nougat nephilim grand-nephew. Dean assumes that Jack’s coming back to the bunker with them. He’s top dog, “he can do whatever he wants now.” (And readers, I like that Dean says whatever “he wants” and not whatever the Winchesters want. I think it shows personal growth!)

Jack declines. He’s already home - he’s everywhere and everything. “I’ll be in every drop of falling rain. In every speck of dust that the wind blows. And in the sand, the rocks, and the sea.” Jack doesn’t want to lead people, or be prayed or sacrificed to. He wants to let them discover the truth in their own hearts, in their own time. “Chuck put himself in the story. That was his mistake. But I learned from you and my mother and Castiel that when people have to be their best - they can be. And that’s what to believe in.” I have to say, I was fervently against Jack-as-God until it happened. But just like everything to do with Jack, once it happens I just go...okay, cool. I’m on board!

In the bunker, Dean and Sam drink beer and comment on the quiet. “To everyone that we lost along the way,” Dean toasts. Sam realizes that they can write their own story now. “Just us,” he says (and it sounds like a bleak echo in the empty bunker). Behind them, the table has SW, DW, MW, Jack, and Castiel engraved and...MY HEART.

The Winchesters leave to go find out what freedom feels like and we get a montage of past scenes from the show, and characters we loved or loved to hate. Jackson Browne’s “Running on Empty” plays us off in sweet, mournful nostalgia.

The Winchesters drive into a sepia-tinged world. This episode is like my Thanksgiving plate mid-meal - all mashed together for faster plot consumption. But on a rewatch, there’s a lot to like too! It’s a goodbye to one story...

And we leave nostalgia behind. It’s time for them to figure out their own story and I AM SO EXCITED to see what happens next! (Lays some nougat candy bars on my altar for Andrew Dabb for one last vigil.)

WHERE’S THE QUOTES?

Where’s Cas?

Who’ve thought finding a dog would feel like a miracle? C’mon, Miracle!

What’s an ending?

Eternal suffering sounds good on paper, but as a viewing experience it’s just kinda...meh

Want to read more? Check out our Recap Archive!

#spn spoilers #spn recap #spn 15x19 #inherit the earth #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #chuck shurley #michael #lucifer #supernatural season 15

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theepisceswriter · 3 years

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300 MILESTONE WRITING EVENT. (CLOSED, BUT REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

OMG HI BESTIES, I recently gained 300 besties and I can’t even begin to tell y’all how thankful I am for all the love and support all of you have given me in this short amount of time that I’ve owned my blog. I thought I was going to be a flop lowkey but you all proved me wrong LMAO. So to show my appreciation for you all, I decided to finally do a milestone event like I was supposed to do a long time ago but shhhhh, don’t be shy to send in a request bestie! I promise I don’t bite unless you know you’re into that kind of stuff 🙈

MASTERLIST (tba once the first requests is complete or I get a couple of requests)

HOW THIS EVENT WILL WORK

♡ listed below underneath the readmore cut are 90 prompts for you to choose from that are broken into categories (fluff, smut, angst, & crack)

♡ You can send in one prompt or mix and match them together along with a character of your choice, two characters for a ménage a trois situation if you want to be extra, or a character x character request

♡ You can be as descriptive or as vague as you want with your request.

♡ For example: “prompt number 13 (or the prompt by itself) + prompt 31 for Jean & scout!reader after he thinks you’ve died while in a battle but the two of you reunite later on” or just “Prompt 19 for Shigure Sohma” and even request who you want to say the prompt!

♡ In return I’ll write you a drabble based off the request that varies from 500-1k words.

Requests specifically for this milestone event are open until 04/25/21 or until I say they close because I’m lowkey terrible at putting a time restriction on things.

WHAT FANDOMS THIS EVENT IS OPEN TO

♡ ATTACK ON TITAN

♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN

♡ BLEACH

♡ FRUITS BASKET

♡ DEVILS LINE

♡ FIRE FORCE

♡ DEATH NOTE

♡ JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

And any other animes/mangas mentioned in my rules post, even the ones in my currently reading/watching list, but the ones listed up above are the main ones.

PROMPTS LIST

FLUFF

1. " hey, so... i know you haven't been feeling great, so i picked up a few of your favorite snacks, drinks... "

2.“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

3." it's okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up. "

4." wow... you look... you look amazing. "

5." you're shivering. here, take my jacket. "

6. “ i love you. “

7. “ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

8.“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

9.“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

10.“I want to be more than friends. “

11.“ let me take you out on a date. “

12. “ it seems that you get impossibly more beautiful every single day . ”

13.“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “

14. “ i notice that you keep looking at my lips . you’re criminally unsubtle . ”

15. “ i think the kids are awake … ”

16. “ i ran you a bath . get in it . ”

17. “ there’s no greater blessing than looking at my child & seeing your eyes . ”

18. “ let’s just get in the car & drive somewhere . anywhere . ”

19. “ i just can’t believe that you’re mine , now . ”

20. “ no , you’re not going anywhere . you have a fever . ”

21. “ every time i wake up & you’re there next to me , i wonder if i’m still dreaming . ”

22. “ i think i might be in love with you. ”

23. “ i love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like. ”

24. “ you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this. ”

25.“Come watch the sunset with me.”

SMUT

26. “i’ve been waiting all day…”

27. “can i come yet? Please let me cum.”

28. “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.”

29.“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

30. “i want you to touch yourself for me.”

31. “just shut up and fuck me.”

32. “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

33. “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.”

34. “make me.”

35. “they’re gonna catch us—”

36. “You’re beautiful when you’re all flushed and wanting.”

37. “You can be rough with me, I won’t break.”

38. “Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?”

39. “Please, please, touch me.”

40. “I want to bury my face between your thighs.”

41. “You can beg better than that, I think.”

42. “Ride me. Slowly, that’s it.”

43. “Come taste yourself on my fingers.”

44. “are you gonna be good for me?”

45. “did you just yawn?”

46. “how much do you want to cum?”

47. “you sound so pretty when you moan”

48. “tell me you’re mine”

49. “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight.”

50. “Is this your first time doing anything?”

ANGST

51.“ please just … leave me alone. “

52. “ i don’t love you. “

53.“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ”

54. “ stop trying to fix me. ”

55. “ you’re right, you are a monster. ”

56. “ loving you is killing me. ”

57. “ you’re bleeding! ”

58. “ why can’t i be enough? ”

59. “ just stay still. let me hold you. ”

60. “ if you’re so intent on going down this path, then i’m coming with you. ”

61. “ i miss the way you used to smile at me. ”

62. “ i need to know that you’ll be okay. if something happens to me… ”

63. “ why won’t you just let me go? i’m not worth it. ”

64. “ please don’t go. ”

65. “There are more lives at stake here than the ones you care about! What gives you the right to decide that one person’s life weighs more than countless others?”

66. “I miss the old you.”

67.“I wish we knew each other sooner.”

68. “ even when you smile, your eyes are still sad. ”

69. “Promise me you’ll find me in our next lifetime.”

70. “ don’t do that— don’t shut down on me. let me in. ”

71. “ why aren’t you scared of me? ”

72. “ would you kill for me? ”

73. “ i don’t like the way they look at you. perhaps i’ll cut their eyes out. ”

74. “ yes. i killed them— but i did it for you. ”

75. “I think I’m pregnant.”

CRACK

76." what in the actual fuckily duckily. "

77." how do they know an animal is extinct like?? you looked everywhere?? "

78." why is it called creepypasta and not fettucine afraido? "

79." no offense to myself but what the fuck am i actually doing. "

80.“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

81." ted just be letting anyone talk. "

82." i wonder when the bermuda triangle stopped working. not a lot of drama there anymore. "

83." no wonder the ice caps are melting, i'm fucking HOT! "

84. “crying is very punk, trust me, i do it all the time and i am a punk. ”

85. “your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this friendship apart. ”

86. “ what do you mean a thesaurus isn’t a dinosaur? ”

87. “ i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual. ”

88.“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.”

89. “ you’re lucky you’re cute. ”

90. “ Might just headbutt the wall and knock myself the fuck out.”

91. “You deserves the world but all i can give you is my anxiety and depression.”

#fingers crossed that this first milestone event is a successful one ☝🏾🤞🏾#this is also coincidentally my 100th post #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #devils line x reader #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #bleach x reader #fruits basket x reader #fire force x reader #death note x reader #Stallion Speaks.

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horanghaechan · 4 years

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Freedom (Johnny) - final

pairing: Demon!Johnny x Dancer!You (female character)

word count: around 6k

synopsis: After dancing at NCT’s party and having a private session with Johnny, you find yourself in a different situation.

Inspired by Freedom - Kris Wu ft Jhené Aiko.

(Part 1 here)

[a/n]: i actually had a side-blog once and posted it there but i got author’s block and deleted everything. anyway, i’m rather proud of this scenario so i decided to post it again lol

You say you want some freedom You ain't got a leash on, you ain't coming home But where you wanna go You already know We can blow a creeper on the low I’ll be on my throne Tryna take it slow Guess you can control, let's play

On rainy days, Y/N would rant about having to go to college in such a weather, then she would eat a schwarma and watch a good “Vines Compilation” until her mood was slightly better. Chances were that, if the “Bewitched boy vine” or the Mexican kid screaming "Alguien se comió mi torta” were in them, she’d smile.

However, since Johnny Seo happened, Y/N didn’t do any of that.

And that was three months ago.

“You’re really refusing a ride for college in this shitty weather?!” Yuta rolled his eyes.

“I’m refusing dying for a second time, Yuta.” Y/N chuckled.

“I won’t pick you up if the storm gets stronger, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” She opened the door of her apartment. “Before you leave, turn the lights off.”

“Why don’t you move back to our house?”

“Because I can’t stand Youngho.” Y/N quipped. “Don’t forget the lights, dear!”

“I’ll pick you up at 9PM, college’s main door. One minute late and you’ll go back home all alone and in the rain.” Yuta yelled while she was leaving.

“Thank you.” She grinned, knowing he would always play hard to get.

Later that night…

When Johnny heard a loud – excited – scream coming from Lucas, he knew she was there. It took her almost two months to come back... But who was counting, huh?

He pushed the girl out of his lap and barely looked at her while he dressed back.

“You gotta leave.”

“What?” The blonde beauty glared at him, shocked.

“You gotta leave. I need to address to an important matter right now.”

“B-but you said you didn’t have any business today!”

“Turns out I do.” He sighed. “Hurry up, I’ll escort you to the door.”

The girl pouted, but it didn’t make him change his mind. His attention drifted to the new female demon that had entered his property, the one that made his blood boil. He checked himself in the big mirror, feeling extremely hypnotising and sensual. Obviously, Y/N would pretend not to feel a thing, but he wanted her to be a bit shaken by his appearance. They didn’t part in good terms, so Johnny decided to give her a sample of the life she lost by gently telling him “to fuck off” and storming out of the room like a crazy ex-girlfriend. While closing his door, he made sure the sound was loud. When he walked to the stairs, he could hear Taeyong and Yuta saying something about ‘kitchen’ and there was a small silence. Perfect for his dramatic entrance.

Y/N looked up to the foyer at the sound of steps, her insides tightening at the sight of Seo Youngho. Then, right behind him, there was a tall, golden-haired lady that looked like a model.

“Cassiopeia is leaving.” Johnny announced in that hypnotic voice of his.

“I thought she had just arrived?!” Lucas frowned.

“Turns out she has some stuff to do.”

The girl looked so offended by his remark but didn’t object to any of it.

“Oh, ok then.” Lucas shrugged. “Y/N, Doyoung and I are going up to play some games, she’ll sleep over. Yuta and Tae are cooking dinner. Wanna join us?”

“Yes.” He shook his head. “Bye, Cassiopeia.”

And without a word, he left her alone in the staircase. She made an ‘I’m offended’ sound and came to the main floor, looking at Y/N and Lucas in pure annoyance.

“Johnny said he didn’t have anything to do, but then he kicks me out… What is happening, Lucas?” She inquired, trying to pout cutely.

“How would I know that, dear?” Lucas ventured, dismissing her with a soft grin. “C’mon Y/N, I’ve bought the French deck so you can teach me that truco game.”

Truco is a card game for two, four or six players, who shout a lot and make signs to tell their partner what cards they had. It’s a popular game in Latin American countries, with some regional differences, but funny either way. She was used to play that with her friends, Inez being the one that taught them how to. Since she couldn’t see the girls ever so often, Y/N decided that she would teach the boys, so whenever she felt like playing, she’d have company.

When Lucas opened his bedroom door, Johnny was there – his silky black hair parted in the middle and the white button-up shirt with the three first ones unbuttoned. Y/N felt as if she was punched in the stomach, his beauty too much for her own good.

“What are we playing?” Johnny asked.

“Nothing.” She replied. “Actually, I’ll go to the kitchen to help Yuta and Taeyong.”

“Are you really going to run away every time we meet?” Johnny pouted. “I didn’t take you as a coward, mei fortuna.”

“And I didn’t take you as a joke, Youngho, but look at where we are now?!” She spat.

“Ok, I’m gonna get Doyoung and when I come back, I want everyone behaving politely and pretending to be friends, huh?!” Lucas spoke slowly, as if he was talking to small, naughty children.

He left the room, closing the door with a dry sound. Y/N sighed, throwing herself on his bed and facing the ceiling in a stupid attempt to ignore the male demon.

“So, how’s life?” Johnny tried going for a small talk.

“Pretty good.” Y/N muttered. She intended to sound rude.

“Did Yuta tell you about the party this weekend?”

“He did, yes.”

“You coming?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe.” She looked at her nails, pretending to be uninterested.

“You can’t possible think about living only with your friends’ sins, Y/N. What if they notice you’re always the reason they start gossiping?”

“I don’t live off of only gossips. People commit sins every hour, duh.”

“You manipulate them to commit small sins, then?” Johnny laughed. “That isn’t enough.”

“Well, you should’ve thought better before ruining my life and turning me into a demon. I prefer doing things this way, it’s easier and doesn’t make my conscience ashamed.”

“Are you kidding me? You make your friends sin! What type of conscience is that?”

“And what about you? Do you even have one? You, I quote again, ruined my fucking life!”

“Aw, don’t be petty. At least I did it for myself and never pretended to have done with for something or someone else.” The corner of his mouth quirked up and she rolled her eyes.

What was she expecting, to begin with? That he killed her to save his friends?! To save the world?! Ha, ha.

“See? And I’m doing this for myself too.”

“You won’t be powerful enough if you keep doing it.”

“I don’t intend to be powerful enough.”

“Are you sure?” Youngho tilted his head to the side, only the tiniest bit, but it drove her crazy. That horrible man was so sarcastic and so arrogant… Ugh! She wanted to choke him!

Doyoung walked in with Lucas, automatically putting an end to their discussion.

“Let the games begin!” He shouted happily.

Y/N really tried not to get affected by Johnny’s presence, but it was impossible. She couldn’t stop remembering everything. Every fucking thing.

The tension when they met, how she was so hypnotised by him at first glance. Her dance and his eyes on her all the time. When they flirted. When she rejected him. The lap dance. When they kissed. When they fucked and how amazing, ethereal, unique that was… Then she died because of him. Fuck, it was so hard to accept the truth! Only being able to live because she took advantage of others and made them sin… She even brought her loved ones into the mess! What kind of disgusting creature would even do that?

But demons were like that and the faster she learned to deal with it, the better.

Also, there was one more thing bothering her: if she hadn’t arrived, Johnny would’ve slept with that Cassiopeia girl… Right? She said he kicked her out when they arrived.

Y/N felt the need to vomit.

“You seem a bit off, dear.” She was surprised by Doyoung’s soothing voice and the petname. Normally, Lucas was the one to be affectionate (and caring).

“I’m tired from college, so I can’t get into my competitive mode and make the game funnier.”

“How many months until it ends?”

“Two, thank God.” She chuckled, earning three smirks in response.

“You’re really a believer now.” Johnny teased her, knowing she would get annoyed.

“I actually had no other option.” Y/N’s tone was dry and she refused to look at him.

“Well, I’m sure the supper is almost ready, so what about we stop the game for now and go to the kitchen? If you eat you’ll get a boost of energy.” Doyoung held her hand, shocking her even more.

Did the boys actually feel sorry for her having to put up with Johnny?!

“Agreed.” Lucas shook his head. “Let’s go, princess.”

Youngho was frowning due to Doyoung’s odd behaviour, but it got unbearable thanks to Lucas’ boldness. What the fuck was wrong with his friends? Did Y/N need to be pampered and treated as the most delicate flower now?

If he was going to be honest with himself – which he was not –, he'd admit that he was a bit jealous. Y/N didn’t need sugar-coated treatment; she liked things rough, she was tough and cold when she needed to be, and knew how to put people in their place. A woman like her should be treated as a goddess, not as a fragile lady. And, well, Johnny knew how to treat her right. He knew exactly what to do to make her squirm, to capture all of her attention, to crawl under her skin. Unfortunately, since they were connected by her transformation, he was sure Y/N knew what to do to him as well…

Even though she never seemed interested in using it to her favour.

That was the saddest thing about turning people into demons: you created a bond with them; so you could feel when they are struggling, when they’re excited, when they’re mad or happy... That’s why less and less demons offered or agreed to do so; it was too much trouble. When Y/N woke after “dying” and they talked, Johnny went out to find more experienced demons who could help him figure out what really had happened, but there wasn’t much information about what happened when someone becomes demon without selling their soul and requesting to come back as one of them. Then, he wasn’t able to answer all of her questions and Y/N freaked out, deciding she had enough and was wasting her time... So she left him.

Him.

She didn’t leave Yuta, Taeyong, Lucas or Doyoung.

She left just him.

Moreover, it was a hard punch on his ego. No one ever left him, he left them.

When they sat down for dinner, Y/N was between Yuta and Lucas, looking more relaxed than before. She loved Taeyong’s food because it was always homemade and he usually cooked dishes she could use as “comfort food”; besides, that’s what eating meant to her: comfort. He had prepared dough soup (sujibae), mushrooms, courgettes and garlic bread as sides, and for dessert chocolate lava cake.

Yuta poured her some soup while she devoured in one bite the bread.

“Do you live in hunger?” He joked.

“Only when the weather is shitty.” Y/N stated. “Oh God, Tae, I love your food!”

“I’m glad I can help.” The leader smiled lovingly. “Did you have fun playing cards?”

“No, dear, not at all.” She shook her head. “Would you ever be so kind to pass me the mushrooms, Dodo?” The adorable smile she gave Doyoung (and that hideous petname) made Johnny scow.

What the fuck was happening there?

“Should we start with the British accent as well?! Maybe some Regency outfits and a full decoration?” Doyoung joked, handling her the mushroom bowl.

“Capital! That would be precious.” Y/N leaned forward, a hand on her heart and eyes twinkling. “I’d like to be called ‘Your Grace’ or ‘milady’.”

“Holy fuck!” Lucas tried to muffled a laugh. “Suits you perfectly, tho. However, since I’ve always been calling you ‘princess’ I might have to stick with ‘Your Highness’, huh?”

“The higher the better.” She winked.

“Damn, you’re still here but I’m already missing you so much!” Yuta bawled. “Please, come back home! You’ll be safer and happier here, I swear.”

“Agreed.” Lucas and Doyoung said at the same time.

She felt her heart warm up with that. It was awesome living together with them – unfortunately, she didn’t want to put up with all the trouble Johnny brought her, and he sure would. Also, what would she do if he showed up with girls night after night? She couldn’t spend the whole day in the bedroom and the boys would think she was sick or going officially crazy… Yes, of course she could talk about Johnny with any of them, but she didn’t want to. Talking about him would make things more real… And she preferred to ignore it.

“You know I can’t, Yuta.” She was about to change subjects when she earned the puppiest ‘puppy eyes’ look of all them: Taeyong. “Stop, Tae! Don’t look at me like that! It’s not good for the baby.”

“Which baby?” He paled.

“Me.” Her mouth twitched.

Lucas chuckle soon turned into a laugh and soon everyone started laughing too… Everyone but Johnny. His eyes were bored into her, trying to tore her skin and uncover all truth she had hidden – sincerely, with the intensity of that gaze, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was naked.

Johnny left her mouth, his strong body hovering over her and his hand kept its work. Y/N felt her heart beating loudly thanks to the pleasure.

It had to be the pleasure.

‘We’re not doing things your way.’ She moaned.

‘Are you sure?’ There he was again, being the stupidly arrogant man he was.

‘We’re not.’ Y/N tried to assure her own head.

‘Aw, I think we will.’ His long digit eased its way inside her, making Y/N’s eyes shut automatically. The hideous man! ‘What do you say?’

‘Stop, Youngho, that’s what I say. Stop.’

He paused as instructed but his finger was still in her.

Y/N abruptly shifted on the bed, the wet dream still painfully alive on her memory. She looked to the side – Lucas, as the heavy sleeper he was, didn’t even flinch at her agony. Leaving the mattress, she grabbed her night-robe and decided that the kitchen was the best place to deal with frustrations… Or whatever “wet dreams” should be classified.

She was in the middle of preparing hot chocolate when she heard steps.

“Oh, you’re here.” Johnny’s voice sent shivers down her spine.

“Youngho.” Y/N breathed in.

“Y/N.”

“Why are you here?”

“Am I not allowed to enter my own kitchen?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I’m here because I was hungry and smelled chocolate, so I thought Tae was having a midnight-crisis and wanted to bake something to chill out.” He shrugged. “Anyway, mei fortuna, what about you? What made you wake up so early? A wet dream?” He smiled innocently at her, doing his best to look uninterested.

“How the fuck did you know?”

“I’m connected to you, I told you already.”

“Yeah, in a really dumb and weak way.” She sneered. “Stop reading my mind, then.”

“I’m not reading it; what the fuck do you take us for?! We’re not in Twilight!” Johnny crinkled his nose. “You died in lust and greed, that’s why these are more intense in your life now. And, not to be nosy, you need to fuck often.”

“Oh my fucking God.” She rolled her eyes, turning off the stove.

“You’ve been calling Him a lot.”

“Yeah, I found out He’s the only one listening to my complaints, currently.”

“Aren’t your soldiers working hard to grant each one of your wishes?”

“My soldiers?”

“Lucas, Yuta, Taeyong and Doyoung. I’ve never seen them this devoted.”

“They aren’t my soldiers, but I won’t apologize for the way they treat me.” She smiled coyly. “If it bothers you, I suggest you mind your own business, then.”

“It is quite hard to mind my own business when they’ve been all petnames and sugar-coated actions on you.” Johnny stated matter-of-factly. “You don’t need this.”

“What are you trying to suggest? That I don’t deserve to be pampered?!”

“Precisely.” He agreed. “You don’t like that.”

“Do you even listen to yourself sometimes?” She scoffed, offended.

“Mei fortuna, you like roughness and choking, you like playing the femme fatale and you like the idea of being in control even when you know that it ain’t true.” Johnny raised a brow. “Or am I wrong? Do you really enjoy those ‘princesses’ and ‘dears’ and ‘sweethearts’?”

“Judging by this I suppose you call me a whore when you go on with your ‘Mei fortuna’ thing, right?!”

Johnny’s eyes lighted up in surprise. He thought she would know by now, but that wasn’t the case.

“Actually it’s a Latin expression that means ‘My luck’… Since you’re my lucky charm.”

She didn’t mean to be touched by it. She didn’t even like what it represented… But she, somehow, felt her heart getting warm and small.

Oh, for fuck sakes, the man was hideous!

“Hmpf. Well.” She stuck her nose in the air, dismissing him. “I’m going to sleep.”

“Without your hot chocolate?”

“You can have it.”

“Are you coming to the party this Saturday?”

“Perhaps I will.” Y/N disappeared into the hall, leaving Johnny with a smug smile.

It was flattering that she had a wet dream with him and felt bothered by it. He couldn’t wait to put his hands on her again… And he would make sure to do it on Saturday.

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Yuta had showed Y/N all the possible souls she could buy or feed off. He knew how to handle her and how to make it all seem less horrible – which she preferred.

“You have to feed yourself, love. Properly.” He had told her, compassion shining on his dark eyes.

Yuta was right, as expected. After corrupting two souls, her body felt stronger, alive. And the feeling was addictive; she wanted to keep doing that for ages.

Congrats Y/N, you’re a hideous being. – her conscience screamed.

A tall man walked past the group she was talking to, the dark blue suit so beautiful and shiny that it caught her attention. Her eyes went straight up to the man’s face… Just to find out he wasn’t a stranger at all. Of course Seo Youngho would be walking around as if he was God himself. They exchanged glances and Y/N felt another type of hunger.

Damn, she would give everything to get dicked down by him (again).

With a handshake, she dismissed her targets and approached Devil.

“Youngho.”

“Y/N. You came.”

“Not really.” She couldn’t help but rejoice in his grin.

“That can be arranged.”

“Oh, I’m afraid it can.” She shook her head positively. “These guys are really easy to convince. In fact, Yuta showed me some of them, and the rest happened almost automatically.”

“So no more gossips? Are you eating properly?”

“Wanna check out?”

“No, no. I might get jealous.” He gave her a half smile. “But I’m glad you’re finally doing it right.” His eyes turned slowly into the devilish cognac colour, shining with wickedness and proudness, and Y/N felt her throat burn with desire.

That man was impossible.

“Isn’t Cassandra around?” Right after asking, Y/N felt stupid and childish.

“Cassiopeia?” Johnny looked at her with humour. “I don’t think she will come. She’s mad at me and I’m not in the mood to deal with humans.”

“But are you in the mood for demons?”

“It depends. Are they female?”

“Maybe…”

“Interesting. What else?”

“It’s just a possibility, though.” Y/N started cautiously. “I mean, you’re really arrogant and I’m still fed up with all that happened months ago – but maybe, and I stress it, maybe, I want us to fuck.” She blushed. “The wet dream and all…”

Johnny smirked.

“Wanna discuss it somewhere private?”

“Please.” She agreed.

They got inside Johnny’s chamber and Y/N remembered the day she went there for the first time. Apparently, even though she didn’t sleep with him that night, it was bound to happen. And now, luckily, she would lay on that wicked bed and do wicked things with Mr. Wicked.

“Why are you still mad?”

“I’m having a hard time concealing my demon shit with my previous life. Now that I’m eating properly, it downed on me it’s real, you know?!”

“Yeah, it is tricky in the beginning.” He chuckled. “But I don’t see why you should stay mad at that, nor at me.”

“Oh, of course you only turned me into this, but where’s the problem, huh?!”

“Are we having this conversation again?”

“Well, I apologize for not fully adapting into a life I didn’t ask for!” Her tone was sarcastic, but the way her brows knotted together made her just cute.

He could feel her anger and her lust… Oh, she was so adorable! He couldn’t help himself.

“Y/N, look, I know you didn’t ask for it and I know you’re annoyed by what happened but there’s no way to reverse it. So, instead of being bitter and petty forever, why don’t you enjoy what was given to you? You have powers, you can manipulate lives and destinies… And you have me.”

“What?” Her jaw dropped.

“Well, I’m here to fuck you senseless, aren’t I?”

“I-I kinda hope so… I guess.”

“Then let’s close the topic. After I'll fuck your brains out, I think you’ll be able to see things clearer, alright?” Johnny locked the door. “Now be a good girl and strip for me. This skirt is driving me nuts.” He gestured to her leather skirt.

Her hands went to the clothing piece, but she stopped mid-way.

“What?” Johnny inquired.

“I was thinking… I’ve stripped for you once and did a lap dance.” She tilted her head to the side. “Would it be too greedy of me if I ask you to take them off yourself?”

He hesitated for a brief second, then smirked.

“It would be a pleasure.”

Y/N felt her heart beating fast while he approached her – those long fingers going straight to her cropped top. Her boobs fell down, free from the fabric, and Johnny’s mouth watered at the sight. He played with one nipple, feather touches, just to tease. Y/N was too focused on his alcoholic yellow eyes to try to make him stop with the teasing.

“You make me so thirsty, Youngho.”

Something in the way she said his name – as if it was a prayer – ignited him inside.

“For what?” One of his hands travelled up to her chin, cupping it.

“For cognac.” She closed her eyes and breathed in. “For kisses.” And then when she looked at him again, her irises were also yellow. “For you.”

He kissed her urgently, passionately, violently. It had been months since he felt something like that… Something so right. It couldn’t be just because he transformed her; he had that feeling long before. However, Johnny didn’t want to analyse anything but her body… Well, not yet. He tugged on her skirt, pulling it down slowly. Stopping the kiss to look at her in her burgundy lace set, he sighed contently. Oh, he would devour her.

“What?” Y/N questioned.

“Nothing. It’s just that you are too pretty for your own good.”

“And you’re too dressed for my own good.” She giggled.

“Well, do you want me to strip?” His voice was pure mockery, but his eyes were predatory.

“If you’d ever be so kind, sir.”

“Oh.” He smiled, his body beginning to withdraw from hers. “Then if you allow me to be greedy too, I have a request.”

“I thought you were the boss here.”

“Normally, yes. But once in a lifetime I can let someone else play the role… That being said, can you call me ‘Youngho’ or ‘Johnny’ as for tonight? Nothing about ‘sir’ or ‘Devil’.”

“That’s an odd request coming from you, sir, but I can comply.”

“Alright. Now that we’re settled, maybe you should sit down… I won’t be able to catch you if you faint while I strip.” He blinked in fake innocence, which made Y/N grin.

She didn’t want to argue with him right now. They were teasing each other and it felt good, not resentful like it has been for the past months. Even though calling him by his name would make things way more intimate, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Also, she needed a proper fuck. She needed someone like Johnny; and she didn’t want to ruin everything before she had an orgasm.

When Y/N sat down on his bed and it was as if she was embraced by pure lust. She touched the black satin sheets and smiled to herself… She had a set that looked like that, and it was her favourite one. Then she looked up and forgot how to breathe. Handsome boys undressing from their suits should be elected as the first of the Seven Wonders of the World. After taking out his jacket, Johnny started unbuttoning his shirt, loving the way Y/N followed his fingers as if she was under hypnosis. He threw it aside, hands now on his belt, and Y/N licked her lips.

“Holy fuck, let me do it.” She reached out for him, but he slapped her hand.

“No, no. This is my time to shine, mei fortuna. You asked for a strip and you’ll get one.”

“You’re taking too long!”

“You took two months and a whole ass song! I’m not even gonna take four minutes.”

“My tongue is impatient.” She nagged. “Please, Youngho.”

“What does your tongue have to do with it?”

“I want to lick every inch of you, that’s the problem!”

He chuckled, finding her eagerness so adorable that he gave up. “Oh, ok then. Guess you can control now.”

Y/N wanted to take her time with his body, so she started from his neck. Getting up, she let her hands touch his shoulders while her mouth went to his chin and collarbones. Oh, he was delicious and addictive! What a horrible, hideous man! Johnny’s chest rose, breathing in, closing his eyes to enjoy the caress properly. Her tongue left small licks all over his torso, getting lazier with every step further down, next to his belt. One warm hand got rid of his trousers in a quick move, leaving him with his underwear. Y/N smiled to herself, undressing him from his last piece of clothes. Without warning, she swirled her tongue over his shaft, receiving a raspy grunt in response. She looked up, repeating the movement, slower. Youngho sighed, feeling shivers run through his body. He watched, mesmerised, Y/N start to suck him off, swallowing him as far as she could handle. He tightened the grip on her head, but not moving at all, because it was her time to dictate the rhythm. Her large nails clawed at his thighs and the shivers intensified. He let out a loud groan as Y/N squeezed her testicles lightly, testing them. Johnny leaned against the wall, succumbing to the pleasure, but his attention remained on her, unable to take his eyes off the wonderful scene that Y/N was sucking his dick.

She guided his wrist to her hair, not really needing to “be in control” to make him cum. Johnny accepted it as if he needed to be tugging on her hair tightly for his life. He kept her head still and started to fuck her mouth. Y/N looked up again, and her eyes were so lustful that it was more than he could bear; Youngho was never prepared to see her as beautiful and disposed as she was in sex. He really wanted her to be in Louvre, the most precious paint to ever be shown.

“Can I cum in your mouth, mei fortuna?” He asked, wiping a small tear from her eye, his thumb caressing her cheekbone while he kept thrusting inside.

She shook her head positively the best she could, due to their position. It didn’t take much to make Johnny cum – he got out slightly, so he could see his seed filling her mouth. It was all too erotic, too lustful, so right. He watched Y/N eagerly lick her mouth, giggling. Without giving him more time to take enjoy of the scene, Y/N stood up.

“I think you should lay down, Youngho.”

“Anything you want, love.” Johnny mocked her, doing as she suggested. “What are you going to ride tonight?”

Y/N tried to pretend she wasn’t surprised he guessed what was going to happen. “Your face, and then your cock... If you behave.”

Johnny chuckled. “The only noise you’re going to listen from me is my mouth devouring you, I promise.”

It took her a deep breath to start moving. Her heart was beating so fast and she was so anxious to have his mouth on hers that she, for a moment, thought she wouldn’t handle it. Y/N passed one leg on either side of his face, slowly going down before sitting on that pretty mouth. His tongue began to move, the friction and speed so wonderful that it made her moan loudly. That was so much better than what she had imagined. Holding on the headboard, Y/N tried to focus entirely on the sensations. Youngho licked her like a lazy cat, sucking ever so often on her clit and letting one hand rest on her thigh. When she felt fully enchanted, her hips started moving slightly, riding his face as she had warned before. Johnny growled, his tongue speeding up.

“If you suffocate, please just throw me aside.”

He pushed his face further on her pussy, as a response. Y/N’s eyes flew shut, the orgasm building quickly. Oh, the hideous man he was! Her body just couldn’t get enough of him! She gasped, tipping her head back, enjoying the tight grip on her stomach. Somehow, he smacked her butt and it was everything she needed to fall into the pool of pleasure.

Johnny didn’t wait for Y/N to calm down. He gently pushed her to the side and sat down, bringing her to his lap, kissing her hungrily. In a matter of second, she was already aligning herself in his member. His eyes brightened in anticipation. It was incredible how anything made by her became an intense erotic act. Her breasts arched forward while she sunk on his dick, and he took them in his hands, squeezed them, sucking her nipples and leaving little bites that made Y/N moan loudly. He stared at the spot where they met, feeling pure bliss. The first thrust was so precise that she ran out of air. Only Johnny could touch her in the right way, make her feel right. At that moment, while the two were together, Y/N did not think about her problems or their complicated relationship; she concentrated only on Youngho and all the wonderful things that made her feel. How desperate she had been for him, and it seemed to get worse over time. Staring into his alcoholic eyes, Y/N began rock against him, increasing their pleasure. She was still sensitive from the past orgasm and that was enough to make her hungry for another. Johnny grabbed her hip, the noise of thrusts being louder than the grunts and gasps they let loose. She ran her hands down his tanned backs then wrapped them around his neck, still grinding, but she lost some speed as he lowered his face and sucked one of her nipples. It was hard to focus on only one place in her burning body. She began to quiver, her nails digging into his shoulder and indicating her orgasm.

“Here.” Youngho took her hands on his, intertwining their fingers. “To keep you steady, love.”

The petname was too much.

He should come back with ‘Mei fortuna’ or anything that remembered her of who they truly was… But ‘Love’ was too much. ‘Love’ made her heart feel warm and melt. ‘Love’ made her think she could never stay a day without looking at those yellow eyes.

Y/N gave in to the spasms and searched for air as she reached her high – she was far away, plunged into absolute delight. No more than a minute later, she felt Johnny's arms hold her down, laying her on her back while he climbed up and shoved into her again. Y/N let out a little shriek from the surprise thrust. The strength in which he held her would leave marks, but Youngho was too eager for release to care. When he came, he moaned loud his hips slowing down only a bit. He grinned, sticking his forehead to hers and opened his eyes.

“One time I heard Lucifer is the prettiest being alive.” She murmured, hypnotised. “Are you sure your name is Youngho?”

“I am, Y/N.”

“Damn, if he is prettier than you than I hope to never meet him.”

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s good when you don’t die after we fuck.”

“It only happened once.” She groaned. “Are you really going to ruin the mood?”

“It keeps me from doing something crazy.”

“Such as?”

“Asking you to move back home… Asking you to stay.” He shrugged, getting out of her.

Y/N sat down, shocked. “What to do you mean?”

“I thought fucking you would make you come to your senses, but turns out it backfired.”

“Youngho, I don’t have time for metaphors.”

“Maybe demons do fall in love, Y/N, and maybe I’ve fallen for you.”

She choked, too surprised to answer or pretend to be fine with what he said.

“And maybe that’s why you didn’t officially die when I corrupted you.” Youngho ruffled his hair, wiping a bit of the sweat off. “I don’t know, honestly. Nothing like this happened to my friends that corrupted beings of light, but none of them felt this drawn into their victims.” He approached her, holding her chin up and looking into her now yellow eyes. “When we met… When you left two months ago… It was you from the beginning, Just Y/N, not your light.”

Oh, the hideous, horrible man!

And just like that, he had her heart wrapped around his finger.

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g0ldengubler · 4 years

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~prologue~

A/N: hiiii so i’m posting what i have on positions right now, i just started this one on my wattpad. what i’m planning to do is for nauseous i’ll post one chapter that has already been written every night at 7pm EST. When a chapter is done on wattpad, it’ll be posted on tumblr right after. i’m going back and fourth with posting chapters in general. ok, thank you enjoy :)

Category: fluff?? nothing really big happens it’s just a backstory on clover

CW: none

Word Count: 1529

positions | chapter one

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"Excuse me, are you SSA Emily Prentiss?"

I walked into the BAU and into the unit chief's office. A woman with blonde hair showed me to her office, her blue eyes smiling at me and was ever so kind. When she led me through the blue office walls and coffee stained desks, I walked into an office that looked very elegant but stern, like a lawyers office. Plaques hanging on the walls, a bookshelf behind her desk filled with prestige spines facing towards me.

Sitting at her desk, was none other than the woman herself, SSA Emily Prentiss. I've looked up to her since I was a little girl. Hell, I looked up to the whole team ever since they saved me from my uncle, who ended up murdering my mother and killing himself. He was a lonely man, that I knew. He lived alone in California, his light brown hair braided down to his butt, smoking on cigarettes and joints. He longed to be a chef, but after having to move back home to Michigan, he wasn't having any luck. Out of self pity, and the fact of his luck going down the drain quicker my the minute, his narcissism made him jealous of my mother and her successes and started killing women that looked similar to her until he was confident enough to get to her.

When he took her he took me, too. I wasn't apart of his original plan, but taking me meant that he could prove to a witness that he was better than my mother. Then, the BAU came barging in just before my uncle was going to pull the trigger.

It was agents Prentiss and Hotchner who tried to talk him out of it. I remember being there, praying to any god out there that they could change his mind and be locked up with the key thrown away, because I needed both of my parents. Together, they were my everything. But sadly, it didn't work. My mother and uncle died together in their abandoned childhood home, and I was left there with blood spatters covering me, and I felt alone.

Prentiss was the one who wrapped me in a blanket and quickly got me out of there. She was by my side when the EMT's were checking on me, and she was there for the ride home, talking to my dad about what happened and to comfort us. She then gave me her card and said to call her for anything, even if it was just girl talk.

Aside from what happened after, this was all from the report that I read years later when I was 16. I wanted to remember what happened because the repressed memories almost drove me insane. Reading it gave me peace, knowing that my uncle was truly a narcissist who just wanted to be noticed for his talent.

I've always been very smart. I was able to do high school electives while doing college classes. After I got all the general classes out of the way quickly, I was able to really focus on what I wanted to do ever since I was a little girl: To become an FBI agent, but not just any FBI agent. I wanted to be apart of the BAU with Agent Prentiss.

I was able to intern for the DOJ after I finished college at 19. I stayed there until today. At 26, the BAU were looking for a new member of the team. I sent in my application right away and I got a letter back immediately for what I thought, at first, to be for an interview. But written by Prentiss herself, she stated that I was the new member. I didn't know if it was because of my achievements or if she remembered me, but my excitement was through the roof.

"Yes," says Emily, looking up from the files she had on her desk, "come in, please!"

I walked in and shut the door behind me. "I'm..not sure if you remember me, but-"

"Of course I remember you, Clover!" She gets up from her desk and walks next to it with open arms. I walked right up to her and gave her the biggest hug. It was very unprofessional, but Emily gave me an equally tighter hug, and the blinds were closed anyways, "I always had my phone on just for you. Even when I had to fake my death or when I started working at Interpol, I made sure your number was in my contacts."

We pulled from the hug and just stood their giggling. I loved how she always made sure I was ok. She never missed a birthday or a Christmas, which what made me look forward to them every year. I regret not calling her for anything, but it was because I understood how busy working at the FBI was. The BAU always had a case they needed to go to and while I know she would've dropped everything and pick up her phone, I didn't want to distract her. The past few years, she hadn't been able to call me on holidays because she ended up becoming section chief.

"Thank you, Emily, for accepting me into the team. I am quite shocked that you didn't even need me to come in for an interview. Not saying I'm not appreciative but...you know." I giggled.

"Nothing to worry about, my dear," she said, "When I saw your application I knew immediately that you were perfect for the team, not just because I know you so well. Even if we never met, I would hire you on the spot. Your achievements are marvelous."

We sat there in quiet for a few moments, then had a nice quick chat before she got up from her chair and walked towards the door. "C'mon," she said as she opened it, "I want you to officially meet the team."

"As you can probably tell, Agents Hotchner and Morgan aren't with us on the team anymore. But I'm sure you'll still get along with everyone."

We walked down to the end of the floor to the conference room, where all the members were inside playing a game of poker. I thought it was very strange, but maybe they just didn't have any paperwork to do today.

"Everyone," said Emily when we walked in, "I would like you to meet Agent Clover Kingsley. She's the newest member of the team and a very good friend of mine. You might remember her name from 12 years ago."

Suddenly, the man with curly hair moved himself over to an empty chair next to him, letting me sit there. "Little Kingsley, of course! Emily always talked about you. I'm not sure if you remember me but-"

Just as he was about to say, I gave my hand out for a shake. He took aback a bit, not in a rude way or anything, that I could tell. "I um...don't shake hands. It's not you, it's just hands are the biggest hotspot for germs. It's actually been proven that it's safer to kiss."

"Oh right," I giggled, "you're Dr.Spencer Reid! I remember you. But is that what you tell all the ladies, pretty boy?"

Spencer took aback to that, making the whole room giggle and smirk. "Sorry, I remember overhearing Agent Morgan call you that when I was getting in the car with Emily to go home."

I felt a little nudge on my right arm and looked over to see a new muscular man sitting next to me. He reached his hand out and shook it, "I'm Luke. Alvez."

I smiled at him as I went down the line. After meeting Luke, I met Dr.Tara Lewis next, then Agent Jauro, or Jj for short, then Matt Simmons, David Rossi, and last but not least, Penelope Garcia. Afterwards, they let me join them in a game. I was beating them non stop, making Spencer (who's from Vegas and the team didn't fail to mention he was banned from majority of the casino's there) question everything.

With Luke's playfulness and Spencer's goofiness throughout the day, I knew right then and there I was going to fit right in. And from that moment on, the three of us became the golden trio.

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degrassi-fanatic · 4 years

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Piccola

Starting from just above her left hip, a burning pain spreads across Prentiss’s abdomen that wraps around her whole torso. She’s laying on her back. Above her, she can see the vast canopy of trees and the small space where branches don’t touch. She can see the night sky peaking through and if she was more focused, she could probably point out a constellation or two. Rocks dig into her backs sharply. Distantly, she wonders why she is not wearing her Kevlar vest.

Prentiss trails a hand down absently to the source of the pain. She feels something wet spread across her palm and as she pulls it up to the night sky, she can blood glinting in the moonlight.

Scrunching up her nose at the sight of it, Prentiss languidly wipes her hand clean on the grass beside her.

In an effort to catalogue her surroundings, she tries to lean up onto her shoulders but her attempts are immediately thwarted by a white-hot pain that cinches her muscles together. Clenching her teeth, she lets out a quiet hiss as she falls back down to the ground.

As she rides out the searing sensation at her stomach, she tries to figure out how she got hurt, why she even went into the forest in the first place. There’s several gaps in her memory. Knitting her brows together, Prentiss tries to recall what she did in the morning today and comes up short.

As she tilts her head back even further, she lets out a defeated sigh. All she can infer is that she was on a case and it went terribly. And now all she has are the trees and the night creatures for company. All she can do is lay here and wait for someone to find her before she bleeds out.

Black dots begin to dance on the edges of her vision. The incessant pain in her abdomen dulls down to a tolerable ache; the same way her wound had before she died after being stabbed by Doyle.

If Prentiss had the energy to panic, she would.

She doesn’t want to die. Not again. There’s only so many times someone can play the get-out-of-death-for-free card and her doctors would agree with her on that.

She doesn’t want to die. Not here. Not alone.

Is this how Tsia had felt before she died? Jeremy, too? What about Sean? And, oh God, poor Matthew, he wasn’t even an agent, he wasn’t trained to handle pain.

Tears leak out of the corners of her eyes as she remembers all of them and how it felt like a gut punch every time she found out another person from her old life had died.

She remembers sweet Matthew, who didn’t deserve to die alone and scared. Not when he made sure fifteen year old Prentiss wasn’t alone and scared in that clinic waiting room, in that church all those years ago.

Dying doesn’t seem so terrifying anymore, not if it meant Matthew wouldn’t be alone anymore. Then again, Prentiss thinks, why would Matthew be in an afterlife he stopped believing in when he was still alive.

He deserved a long life, he deserved a good life. And Prentiss should have helped him get that, she should have helped him with his drug addiction. The same way she should have helped Reid with his.

Reid was just a kid, the same way Matthew had been, and just like with Matthew, Prentiss let him down too.

She let everyone down. She let Garcia down. Morgan too. And Rossi. She let them all down the moment she allowed her friends, her family, visit an empty grave.

If Prentiss had just woken up earlier, maybe she could have stopped them from burying her.

She should have fought JJ and Hotch more to stay in America, to stay alive. She should have kicked and pleaded and sobbed. She should have ignored their stupid reasons for her leaving. Who cares about her safety?

Doyle already robbed her of her friends, how could she have let him rob her of her family too?

The only thing that kept Prentiss in Paris was the thought of putting their lives at risk. If only for that, she can forgive herself for never getting on an airplane back to Quantico.

After seconds, minutes, maybe even hours, she hears the sound of leaves crunching under footsteps.

For a moment, she contemplates hiding. She doesn’t deserved to be saved, not when she put her family through all of that.

“Emily?” a voice calls out but it sounds so muffled, as though someone is placing their hands around her ears, “Emily, oh God!”

The only reason Prentiss doesn’t follow through with the temptation is that moving would require immense amounts of assistance.

Though her vision is blurring and black spots are still dotting her eyes, they don’t impede the sight of someone crouching beside her.

Whoever it is, is clearly a man. His hair is dark but she can see a couple of grey hairs shining in the moonlight with every slight turn. He’s got a beard. There are lines and wrinkles all over his face from a life well lived.

She can still smell the expensive cologne that somehow hasn’t faded away from the overwhelming scent of the forest.

One of the man’s hands slip down to the top of Prentiss’s head. The touch is familiar. The calloused fingertips scratch pleasantly at her scalp. A ring with a thick band glides across the strands of her hair as he switches to a caress afterwards.

“Emily,” the man calls again, “Open your eyes. Please.”

She hadn’t even noticed she closed them in the first place. After some exhaustive efforts, she opens her eyes again to find the man hovering over her face, far closer than before.

“Dad?” she mumbles.

The hand stroking her hair stops for a moment and for a second, the pain of being injured is nothing compared to the ache at the loss of the touch.

However just as quick as he stopped, he starts back up again.

“Yeah, kiddo,” he says, Dad says, “It’s me.”

Dad’s unoccupied hand travels down to her left hip and before she knows it, he’s pressing a firm hand against her open wound. A loud cry escapes her lungs that echoes through the forest. The ache that Prentiss described earlier is long gone, replaced by the sharp, incessant pain. Feebly, she tries to push Dad’s hand away but, all he does is continue placing firm pressure on the injury, ignoring the way blood gushes between his fingers.

“Dad, it hurts.” she sobs out, “Make it stop, Dad, please.”

“It’s alright. It’ll be over soon. We just need to wait until the ambulance is here, okay? Then, this will be all over.” he explains slowly like Prentiss is five years old again, asking why he can’t make it to her talent show, “I just need you to be strong for me.”

I just need you to be strong for me.

Dad had said those same words to her before he divorced her mother and walked out on seven year old Prentiss without a second look. He hadn’t even fought for custody of her, he didn’t even want visitation, he didn’t want anything to do with her. He hadn’t called her on any birthdays or Christmas’s or graduations. He left her with a woman who wasn’t capable of loving anyone but herself.

But he came back. After all that time, Dad still came back. He still remembered her. He still loved her.

“Dad,” she says, enjoying the way the word felt on her tongue after years of never using it, “Thank you for being here.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d be, piccola.”

That was strange. Dad didn’t like nicknames. He hated it when her grandmother would call her Emmy. He didn’t even like it when she would call her sweetheart. He’d always say the same thing, that there was a reason she was named Emily.

Wait a minute.

Dad didn’t know Italian.

Dad didn’t know any language other than English and a couple of words from Hebrew.

“Piccola?” she asks as she squints up at the man above her.

“Spencer said you were getting jealous of me calling him piccolo.” Rossi explains with an affectionate smile, “Said you wanted a nickname too.”

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #david rossi #will this get notes? no.#do i particularly care? also no.#~fic~

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datenightfright · 4 years

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Infamous

This story is dedicated to Oiwa. Thank you for allowing me to share your story, may you one day find peace.

Previous/Next

Pairing: Kayako Saeki x WOC Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, stabbing.

As always, thank you to @mlmdarkfiction and @doodleferp for letting me rant until I figure things out and giving me the best ideas to work with. Your help is indispensable.

Things were strange nowadays. Somehow, someway, you had become more famous than your husband. When the news of your husband’s strange death hit the media, news crews were outside of your house immediately to bombard you with questions. Did you think it was the work of Kayako? Would his new book be published posthumously? Did you notice anything strange about the house? Did you have any idea who murdered Haru? You did what the police advised you to do. You made a blanket statement to the media at a press conference stating that you hoped your husband’s killer felt remorse and that they would come forward soon, and that you hoped, with time, you’d be able to find happiness once more. You even managed to sound perfectly broken up about the whole matter.

Some people said you were the one that had done it. Well not, physically, but you’d hired a jealous lover to off him. Thankfully those people were in the minority. The prevailing theory that was some crazy fan had felt slighted by him and decided to end his life the moment he stepped foot outside his house. The theory among his fans though...that was closer to the truth than you’d like to admit. They were adamant that the house had killed him. That the ghost of Kayako had offed him and chucked him out a window. The hole in that theory, however, was why you and your daughter still lived. Didn’t Kayako kill everyone that entered her house?

When you’d told his mother over the phone, the normally stern, composed woman became a wreck of lamentations for her lost son. You helped you father-in-law arrange the funeral, as was your duty, and decided to hold the viewing in their home, since yours had such awful rumors hanging about it. The funeral had been a quick one, but tiring nonetheless.

Now you were alone in your house, letters and presents from fans stacked about the place, wondering what the hell you were going to do with your life. You had to get a job. Being able to feed yourself and your daughter was of the utmost importance to you. Luckily, it wasn’t such a pressing matter, as Haru left everything he had to you, which was a sizable amount of money, and being his widow meant you got all the royalties from his book. But still, that money would dry up eventually, then where would you be?

You hum and splash warm water over your daughter. She giggles as you do so. “Clean baby!” You coo, rinsing the soapy water from her feet. “I have a clean baby!” When you’re finished, you pick her up and bring her to your chest, despite her soaked state. She giggles as you place kisses to her cheek. You turn to gather the towel, managing not to yelp when you find Kayako standing directly behind you, towel already in hand.

You ignore what looks like Kayako wanting to hold your baby, and instead simply take the towel from her. “Thank you,” You say, wrapping your baby up. “Clean baby,” You start to sing again, “I have a clean baby.” You shuffle past Kayako, holding your baby close as you go.

You continue to sing as you dry Sakura off, dress her, and feed her. Today was going to be a big day. Today you were going to meet with someone that might be able to help you with your problem. You might be able to rid yourself of Kayako once and for all. If not for your sanity, then for the sake of your daughter’s ability to lead a normal life.

You feel her presence as you put on your shoes. She was always there at the door when you put on your shoes. Her death rattle soon to follow. This time, she grabbed your arm, startling the hell out of you. She was cold, so damnably cold. You look into her eyes. Normally they’re empty pits of black, but now they look...panicked almost. “I’ll be back,” You find yourself saying. “I don’t know when, but I’ll be back.” You give her a shaky smile. She seems to find that an acceptable answer as she lets go of your arm after a moment’s hesitation. Without another word, you slip out the door.

You try not to rush out of the shadows of the house, but you couldn’t help it. All the time you could get outside of that damnable place was a moment of fresh air and sunshine. Gloom hung eternal around the home, and god dammit you needed to breathe every once in a while. You turn on to the main road, feeling yourself relax more the further away from the house you got.

You make it to your mother-in-laws house with little problem. Parking on the side of the street, you get out and gather your baby. Before you shut the back door, your mother-in-law is rushing down the drive to greet you. She pulls you into a hug before taking Sakura from your arms. Ever since Haru died she’d been more...tolerable of your presence, sometimes going overboard with affection. It was still awkward for the both of you, but neither of you said anything about it. Perhaps it was because you were the mother of her last connection with her baby boy and she understood that you could take all that away from her. Ironic, really.

You hurry up the drive behind her as she babbles to the baby about how much fun they were going to have. You both stop in the doorway, you huffing at your slight exertion, and your mother-in-law giving you that infuriating expectant look. Some things never changed. “Here,” You say, shoving the baby bag to her chest, not caring how rude it was. She didn’t have Haru to bitch at any more, thus, you didn’t have a care in the world. “I’ll be back tomorrow evening,” You say, giving your baby a quick kiss. “You be good for Grandma ok?” You say as she giggles.

Waving bye to her you enter your car once again, you blow kisses before your line of sight is cut off by a closed door. You were silently thankful for your mother-in-law, even if you still didn’t like her. One night to get this shit figured out, one afternoon meeting. You were hellbent on riding yourself of this curse, or die trying. A momentary skip of your heartbeat as you thought of your baby. Would she go down with you? If you played your cards right, Sakura would at the very least be safe from the curse.

You try to speed your way to your destination, but find yourself lost in the maze that is Japan. Looking over and over at your list of directions, you were lucky enough to park with more than enough time to make it to your meeting.

You fix yourself as you hurry towards the building. Professor Ibuki Sato had agreed to meet with you to discuss your current circumstances. Well, alright, he hadn’t agreed to meet you, more like begged. He was a professor of the paranormal at a community college and had been one of your late husband’s most ardent fans. He emailed you days ago, wanting to know what really happened. You didn’t trust him one bit, so you were going to monitor your story as much as you saw fit and gauge his reaction from there. You only wanted help for one thing, and you were going to go to hell and back to get it.

You easily find your way to the professor’s room. You knock lightly, trying to adjust your outfit again. You couldn’t understand why you were so nervous. The door opens and one girl comes out, looking bored and irritated. There was an aura around her that reminded you of the house. It was so strong, you had to take a few steps back. She looks at you curiously, but says nothing as she walks away. You watch her as she leaves.

“Mrs. Kubo!” A loud voice interrupts your rude staring. A disheveled man looks brightly at you. “Come in!” He says, holding the door wide open for you. “Thank you,” You mutter, bowing to him and hurrying in.

“Please, have a seat.” he motions to a chair. You sit, sinking right into its squishiness. It would be comfortable if not for the fact that you were so nervous. Professor Sato sits across from you, a smile flitting across his face. It wasn’t a perverted one at the very least, just a bit awkward. “I’m so sorry about your husband,” he says. You nod, making a non committal noise. “He was a pioneer in the field,” Sato said awkwardly, “I mean he, he-”

“Can we cut to the chase?” You ask gently. The professor looks relieved. “Is the house really haunted?” He asks. “Yes,” You simply say. “But it’s weird.”

“Weird? How? Haven’t you lived in haunted places before.” You snort. “None of them were haunted.” You tell him. Shaking your head, “Not like this anyway. Kayako…” You pause trying to find the right words. “It’s been three months,” You say, exasperated. “Three months and she’s done nothing more than jump scare me by standing behind me when I least expect it.” Sato frowns at your explanation. “She cooks breakfast most mornings, and dinner, she does the dishes. She’s even done the laundry once. She’s always hovering like...like she’s waiting to help or something.” You continue to ramble for nearly ten minutes about all the things she did. Making the bed, arranging shoes neatly by the door, even putting papers in neat, organized piles. Sato listened without interrupting.

“It sounds like she’s in love,” He says blandly. The statement shocks you so bad you physically jump. “Excuse me?”

“Think about it,” Sato says, “Making food, cleaning up around the house, it all sounds like she’s trying to take care of someone she’s in love with.” Your brow furrows, your brain somehow not able to puzzle it out. “Who the hell could she possibly be in love with?” You mutter. Your husband was dead, and the last man she was married to killed her so violently she still haunted the mortal realm. Sato looked at you, highly amused. “You,” He says through a chuckle. “That’s absolute bullshit.” You deadpan. This causes him to throw his head back with laughter. “Is it?”

“Yes!” You say, standing up in indignation, “It is! There’s no way in hell she’s in love with me. She’s dead!”

“In Japan, the dead are thought to be born from high emotions, to feed off them. Hatred and rage are two of the most powerful, but so is love.” Sato explains, “Here, I want to show you something.” Sato moves towards his desk and you follow him. He brings out a journal and hands it to you. “It’s Kayako’s journal,” He says, pride obvious in his voice. You don’t even want to begin to think about how he’d gotten it.

You take the journal but don’t open it. “Well?” Sato says, obviously excited. You grimace. “I don’t think it’s right,” You say, putting the book on the desk. Sato looks at you with confusion. “You said it yourself, she’s dead.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to live with her ghost.” you mutter. Sato nods in acquiescence. “The journal describes her life from the time she was eight years old to the moment of her death.” Sato explains, taking to book up again. “It serves as the counterpoint that tipped the balance in her disfavor. It seems as though she was obsessed with someone during her lifetime.”

“Obsessed?” You murmur. Sato nods. “She followed him everywhere. Watched him. His name is written all over the pages of her book.” He holds the object in question in the air. “It’s possible that, by some miracle, her curse has changed from vengeance, to one of unrequited love.”

“You’re damn right it’s unrequited! I want her out of my life! She makes me miserable, I don’t-” You stop, gaining control of yourself. “I don’t want my baby to grow up in that damned place,I want her to survive this stupid curse. But I don’t have many options.”

Sato presses his lips together. “I’ll have to do some research.” He tells you honestly. “Can I give you a call?” You huff, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “Fine,” You say, “Fine. You know how to get in touch with me.” You turn on your heel to leave but pause. A familiar flash of black moves across a picture frame. Kayako. Shit. She heard everything, of that, you were sure.

You lived in fear. Any day now Kayako would extract her extreme revenge, you just knew it. You wince at a creak sounding off somewhere in the house. Yes, any moment now Kayako was going to come out of hiding and end your life.

You huff and roll over, hoping she would just do it already. The suspense was making you a nervous wreck. Another creak, another wince. Was it windy outside you wonder? The house is usually as silent as a tomb. Perks of it being haunted you guessed. You groan and flop over on your back. You were getting nowhere. “Kayako?” You called out, for the zillionth time. And for the zillionth time no response.

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since your fight with Kayako. If you could even call it a fight. After your meeting with Sato, you’d come home to a completely wrecked house. Furniture upturned, papers everywhere, pictures on the walls hung askew. You had tried calling for her, and at first, she hadn’t come out. Not until you reached the master bedroom where she had scared the living daylights out of you.

You had yelled at her. Fear had given you the push you needed to voice your opinion. She scared you, and no one could really blame you. She was known for her merciless killings. She was toying with you, and you hated that. You wished she would just get it all over with. But spare you baby, please God spare your baby. With your confessions hanging in the air, she disappeared. You hadn’t seen her since, despite trying to get in touch with her.

Sato seemed unreachable as well. Phones in the house didn’t work, whether it was because of Kayako, you didn’t know. But your computer worked just fine. You’d send him several emails, wondering if he got anywhere, but no response from him. You were worried, but too scared to track him down. What if he died because of your visit? You really didn’t want to find out.

Just as you were about to drift off into a fitful slumber, Kayako’s death rattle started up. You screamed and flung yourself away from the door, off the bed and to the floor. This is it, you think, she’s going to kill me now. Thank God Sakura was with her grandmother for her weekly visit. The door bursts open and Kayako begins to crawl in, her black hair obscuring her face. “Come on,” You whisper, fear rooting yourself to the spot. “Come on, come on, come on,” Tears begin to run down your face. You’ve accepted your fate long ago. You were ready even if you were scared.

You let out another screech as the sound of a cat’s cry meets your left ear. You throw yourself against the night stand. Toshio was sitting in his usual position, crouched with his hands on his knees, mouth wide open. He looked...terrified to you. Not like the empty soul he usually looked like. But genuinely scared. A grating sound rips your attention away from him. You look over the bed, Kayako has stopped moving towards you. She was now moving backwards...no...that’s not right...she was being dragged backwards, her nails digging into the wooden floor, leaving claw marks in their wake. She looked to you, her face also screwed into one of terror. “Kayako?” You breathe, wondering what the hell was going on.

You scream as furniture begins to shake, a great rumbling tears through your home. You’re convinced for one moment that the house is going to rip itself in two. “Kayako?” You yell over the cacophony of it all. Motherly instinct overcomes you, and you drag Toshio to your side, he clings to you as though his life, or lack thereof, depends on it. Kayako continues reaching for you. She’s jerked, once, twice, three times before you spring into action. “Kayako!” You leap over the bed and grab her wrists.

You now know something is wrong from the way she clings back. You play a strange game of tug of war before you’re jerked forward. Your grip on her is so tight you’re dragged right through the doorway before slamming into the hall’s wall. The shocking force of the hit loosens your grip a fraction and Kayako is pulled from you. “No!” You run for her.

Down the stairs you go, stopping only when you get to the living room. Why the hell did everything exciting happen in the living room? “What the ever loving hell are you doing?!” You screech. A figure in the middle of the room turns to you. “This is the only way!” They yell, from the sound of it, they were male. “You don’t have to worry anymore!” He continues, “I know how to really get rid of her, once and for all, there will be no more Kayako!”

“No!” You scream, lunging for him. He easily brushes you off, throwing you to the ground. You watch in horror as the man reaches behind him. Your horror turns to confusion when he brings out what looks to be a small child rather than a weapon. The tiny thing struggles against him, to no avail. “With this sacrifice, Kayako will-” The man doesn’t finish his sentence. Aiming for his knees, you tackle him to the ground. He falls on you with a soft ‘oomph’. Luckily, you were prepared for the inevitable catch and rolled him off with little hardship. You scramble to your feet. Grabbing for the child, you’re met with no resistance as you run off into the house. “Come back here, you bitch!” The man thunders.

You race back to your room, slamming the door behind you. What the fuck? What are you going to do? Somewhere in your panicked brain you shove the child into the closet, hoping Kayako doesn’t pull one of her nasty tricks and kill the poor thing. They cry out, reaching for you, just as scared. You hush them, “You’re ok,” You say, “You’re ok, I won’t let him hurt you. Hush now, hush.” You shut the door to the closet as they fall silent.

Your door rattles as the man rages on the other side. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!” He yelled, throwing himself against it. You look around your room for something to defend yourself with. You had a bat, but for the life of you, you couldn’t remember where you put it. You don’t get the chance to search for it before your door bursts open with a terrifying crunch. The man, half crazed in the moonlight, is huffing, staring at you. “You dog,” He hisses, “You will not stand in the way of my revenge.”

“Why are you in my house?” You cry, legs shaking. “I’m here to kill Kayako!” He yells, “I’m going to end her miserable curse! You aren’t going to stand in my way!” He lunges for you, but misses. Still, he has you cornered in seconds. “I won’t let my daughter’s death be in vain! You won’t stop this!” He grabs for you once more, stumbling over one of Sakura’s toys. This allows you the precious seconds you need to dodge and run back down the stairs.

He roars with rage, hot on your tail. You’re cornered easily once more in the kitchen. You whirl around to meet your attacker. There’s no way you’re going to get out of this alive, you’re sure of it. Maybe this is how the curse works? You think Kayako drives others to do her dirty work then picks the last one off. No, that wasn’t right, not in this instance. Kayako had been scared, Toshio too. This guy was the real deal. “You’re dead!” The man yells, stumbling forward.

His hands wrap around your neck. You flail knocking everything on the counter over. You go down, he goes down on top of you. In the back of your mind, you’re reminded of Haru. Just a few months ago he tried choking you to death too. Kayako had saved you then, she wouldn’t now. A strange sense of calm overcame you, a sense of clarity. This was how you died. Unable to watch your precious daughter grow into a young woman. Unable to watch her fall in love for the first time, to have children of her own…

The man lets you go, slapping you hard. You taste blood in your mouth and spit it out. Your head is still reeling from the smack when his hands close around your neck again. That’s when you see it, a silver glint, a sliver of hope. A terrible rage overcomes you. For months you’ve lived in terror, for months you expected to die, night after night, in the most terrible of ways. You’ve tasted the brink of death more times than you wanted to. You’d had enough quite frankly. Moving automatically, you hand grips the knife, swinging it with all your might you instantly feel the pressure on your neck ease, then disappear altogether. Something warm drips onto your face as the mystery man slumps over, then finally topples off you. You lay there for a moment, taking in deep breaths of precious air.

You close your eyes for a moment or two, trying to come to terms with what just happened. The rumbling of the house settles, things fall silent once more. You only open your eyes when you feel something brush against your face. This time, when you meet Kayako’s eyes you don’t flinch. She looks concerned, for what? You? You cough, spitting out more blood. Kayako rattles softly, touching your face. “I’m fine,” You croak, “I’m ok.” You sit up gingerly.

Coldness overtakes you as Kayako presses herself behind you, her hands rest on your shoulders. When you don’t push her away she takes it as an invitation to get closer to you, wrapping you up in her arms, resting her cheek on your shoulder. You smile, running your fingers over her soft skin. You smile, because for the first time in a long time, you felt alive. And baby, it felt good to be alive.

#the grudge #ju-on #kayako imagine #kayako x reader #infamous

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Tokyo Revengers – 05 – Babes and Bikes

When Takemichi, whom I maintain looks way too babyfaced for a dead-end adult, is unceremoniously fired, he returns to Naoto, because it’s not like he has anything else going on in this life. He asks if he could just ask tell Past Hina everything, but Naoto says he only believed him because he was into the occult at the time. He worries Hina might think Takemichi is insane and stop liking him. I was internally yelling at Naoto “So?”

Wouldn’t it be worth a shot for Takemichi to break things off with Hina in the past, thus severing her connection to the gangs altogether? Then again, perhaps too much happened in the time between Takemichi and Hina breaking up for that to work. In any case, Naoto has found articles about a scuffle at the Mushashi shrine on August 3rd (two weeks from now) of 12 years ago between the Mikey and Draken crews of the Toman Gang, resulting in Draken’s death.

Takemichi can’t believe how the articles say it was a fight between two people he observed to be closer than brothers, but regardless of if and how things got that way, his new mission is to save Draken from dying. If he does that, he may be able to save Hina and Akkun. He and Naoto shake hands, and he finds himself in a very compromising position with a beautiful blonde in nothing but her underwear in a karaoke booth.

Completely disoriented and freaked out, Takemichi runs…almost directly into Hina, who’d just been walking home from cram school. Hina’s sharp enough to know when Takemichi is being a “kid” and when he’s being an “adult”. Lately he’d been a kid, and cold and distant towards her. Now, however, he’s considerably kinder. Then Draken calls, and Hina insists on tagging along.

Takemichi’s in no position to argue: since time moves at the same rate in past and present, Past Takemichi has been inadvertently complicating his future self’s mission by being a youthful, impulsive little shit. Takemichi and Hina arrive at the Musashi Shrine and are ambushed by bikers, but it turns out to be a big meeting of all the Toman divisions.

Draken greets Hina warmly and the two exchange apologies, then Draken asks his girlfriend Emma to take care of Hina while they talk. Emma, as it turns out, is the lovely young lady ready to go all the way (sans kissing) with Takemichi at Karaoke. Takemichi has no coherent defense (though he’s not lying when he says he doesn’t remember how he ended up that way).

Hina dispenses swift punishment, beating bloody the same kid she was so worried about always getting into scraps. Aside from still being around when the Toman meeting is over, that’s all we get of Hina, which was a bit frustrating, since so much between her and Takemichi is left up in the air.

As for Emma, she tells Takemichi she’s not actually into him, she just wanted to “grow up faster”, sleeping with him in hopes of making Draken, whom she is into, jealous, and lamenting that all he cares about is “Mikey, bikes, and fighting.”

As for the big Toman meeting, Takemichi is impressed by Mikey’s ability to command and inspire his troops. When the third division’s captain and vice-captain—Pah and Peh—come to him with a problem, they have Mikey’s full attention. A friend of Pah’s got into it with Osanai, leader of the Moebius gang, over “something stupid”. The friend got the shit beat out of him, and the friend’s girlfriend was raped and beaten.

Moebius may be two generations older than Toman and may control Shinjuku, but when Pah says he demands satisfaction nonetheless, Mikey asks if anyone objects, and no one does, which means there’s going to be a battle between Toman and Moebius, and it’s going to take place…on August 3.

That’s news to Takemichi, since the news articles Naoto had said the fight was between Mikey and Draken’s crews. Did the reporter just mix up the names and groups involved, or did the particulars of the conflict change because Takemichi went back in time again?

He doesn’t know either, but one thing he does know is that he has to save Draken. But when he approaches him the next day volunteering to be his bodyguard, Draken curtly declines. Takemichi doesn’t give up right there, however, and decides to follow Draken as he goes about his day.

Unsurprisingly, most of that day is filled with Mikey, whom Takemichi gets to see in a wildly different light than when he’s commanding his crew. For one thing, he’s upset his Kids Meal doesn’t come with a flag, but Draken happens to have one, and Mikey’s spirits are immediately raised.

Draken and Mikey’s day shifts from comedy to drama when Draken takes Mikey to the hospital, where Pah’s friend’s girlfriend has been lying in the ICU with a coma for the last few days. Her parents confront them and her dad levels all manner of curses at them. Mikey is upset because he didn’t do anything, but Draken bows deeply in apology and makes Mikey do the same.

He impresses upon Mikey the need to minimize collateral harm to innocent people, including the friends and family of his crew. Mikey may have nothing to lose, but that doesn’t go for everyone he commands. Draken tells Mikey to always “have a heart that cares for others” while conducting Toman business.

That exchange clinches it for Takemichi: Draken isn’t just Mikey’s muscle, piggyback ride, or consigliere. He’s all of those things too, but most importantly, he’s Mikey’s heart; his conscience. Which explains why Mikey turns bad when Draken dies. Conspicuous in his absence throughout this episode was Kisaki Tetta, who filled the void left by Draken, a relationship eventually leading to Hina’s death and Akkun’s suicide. It feels like Kisaki is a wild card in the scheduled August 3 battle with Moebius.

By: braverade

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❝ and for his askance, as he considered women feeble, weak creatures, was that only a female could kill him. imagine his surprise then, when the Goddess Kali appeared, a necklace of demon heads like his around her neck, her power far overshadowing his. ❞ Merlin’s beard, what is ( PARVATI BROWN-PATIL ) doing out at this hour? For a ( HALF-BLOOD ) who is ( 47 ) years old, ( SHE ) really ought to know better. You know, I hear that they’re aligned with ( THE ORDER ), but that could be just a rumor. I do know that they're ( CISFEMALE ) and a ( GRYFFINDOR ) alum who works as a ( MAGICAL CREATURE CONSERVATIONIST ) though. They're very (STEADFAST) and (ROMANTIC) but also quite (ALOOF) and (JUDGEMENTAL), which could be why they remind of (READING TAROT CARDS AND GAZING INTO CRYSTAL BALLS, STARING AT THE STARS BUT WORKING ON THE GROUND, SKIN TURNED TO PORCELAIN TO IVORY TO STEEL, BEARING THE NAME OF A GODDESS KNOWN FOR BEAUTY AND POWER). Some people say they’re the spitting image of ( JANINA GAVANKAR ), but I’ve never heard of them. Word on the street is that they're ( THE GUARDIAN ) and their prophecy is ( PROPHECY #33. ), but only time will tell if that's true or not. [ JESS, 23, SHE/HER, AEST ]

Though born in one of the wizarding cities of Mumbai, the Patil family moved to London when Parvati was five. Their parents were exceptional healers who had been offered a prominent research position at St. Mungo’s for several years. It was only after the threat of Voldemort had passed that they were comfortable in taking the offer, moving their family to London, where the twins grew up in the heart of Wizarding society. As important Senior Healers, the Patils were frequent presences at Ministry functions and their twin daughters had a wide aquaintance with pureblood and half-blood wixen of their own age before starting school. .

[ABLEISM TW] Suddenly living in what seemed like an entirely different world, a very dreary and colourless one in comparison to the warm and bright home she’d been used to, was difficult for Parvati. She struggled to learn a new language - unlike her sister, Padma, for whom it seemed to come easily. It was a pattern that would follow them throughout their entire childhood and make the experience of being a twin a painful experience. Parvati was a slow, painful learner, ultimately preferring to talk in class rather than work, while Padma usually had her head to the books. Parvati’s behaviour was really a delaying tactic, she didn’t just dislike school, she found it near impossible. It took years to discover she was dyslexic and even then no-one in the family said the word. Dyslexia was something Muggles had, not wixen. It didn’t help that Parvati’s mother, belonging to an important Indian pureblood family, had married a Muggle-born. While their family was relaxed about blood purity and intermarrying, her pureblood cousins nonetheless saw her supposed learning disorder as a consequence, a Muggle taint, and would frequently tease her about it. [END TW]

So it wasn’t spoken about. Rather they just begun categorising the twins: Padma was the quiet, smart one, while Parvati was the social, pretty one. It didn’t take long before Parvati entirely believed this. At Hogwarts, it was no different. Like all the other first years, they were actually categorised - Padma to Ravenclaw, the smart house, and Parvati, to Gryffindor. It hurt receiving this confirmation of what she’d suspected for years, particularly when people were so astonished to see twins sorted to different houses. Siblings usually went together, everyone said. Weren’t all six of the Weasley brothers, including a set of twins, Gryffindors? As much as she tried to convince herself that Padma hadn’t been good enough for Gryffindor, Parvati knew the truth was that she hadn’t been good enough for Ravenclaw. After spending time with her housemates, it became quickly apparent to her that Gryffindors weren’t really known for their intelligence. Considering she had long since believed she lacked intelligence, Parvati accepted her place there. Truthfully, she belonged there for other reasons, always bold and defensive of others, she was the first Gryffindor first year to stand up for Neville Longbottom against the Slytherins. From a young age, Parvati took up her role as a protector, someone who can’t stand to see others hurt. This would continue for the rest of her life.

Being in different houses meant she and Padma rarely had time to spend together. They went from being attached at the hip to mostly seeing each other from across tables at the Great Hall, as they exchanged skeptical looks regarding the bland English dinner served. But the real reason they spent less time together was the close bond Parvati had established almost immediately upon meeting Lavender Brown. They were instant best friends - perhaps because their third roommate, Hermione Granger, was so offputting and unlikable. Parvati and Lavender, however, shared a love for ‘girly’ things, dissecting an issue of Witch Weekly on the first train ride together and never looking back. Together, they could giggle and gossip and talk about anything. While Padma might have felt replaced, Parvati never saw it that way. It wasn’t a sister substitute she was getting in Lavander, but a best friend. Someone she always wanted to be around, someone she felt connected to beyond words - even if she didn’t quite understand why yet.

While Parvati was someone who didn’t like bullies and was vocal against them, her love for Lavendar and distaste for Hermione meant she ignored the way the close friendship between two of the Gryffindor girls ostracized, and at times, was deliberately cruel, to the third. Though she claimed to find Hermione bossy and annoying, Parvati would never admit that she was jealous of Hermione’s intelligence and how easily schoolwork seemed to come to her. For Parvati, it remained anything but. She struggled with reading in particular, made worse by how often schoolwork at Hogwarts used Latin words. In addition to Marathi and English, having to decipher a third language felt like an insurmountable task. So Parvati’s preference were for classes that were practical more than theoretical. For the first few years, this mostly meant Defence Against the Dark Arts. Come third year, Parvati found a new subject to love with all of her heart. Divination. Finally, she could say she loved reading, when it meant reading crystal balls and tarot cards, reading symbols and images. They made sense. And Parvati was good at it - finally, she was considered the smart one by someone, even if it was Professor Trewlawney, who everyone else laughed at. Parvati believed completely in everything Trewlawney said, considering the witch her favourite teacher.

Fourth year was when everything changed. The war began, of course, but really, what Parvati was worrying about most at the end of the year was whether the boy from Beauxbatons was really going to write to her, as he’d promised. She wanted a boyfriend, it was what she was supposed to have, but there was something intensely comfortable about the idea of a boyfriend in quill & parchment form. Someone who lived in France, that she’d never have to see again, but all the same, she could say she had one. Unattainable boys were the only ones Parvati really liked, hence why all year she’d singled out Harry Potter as her crush. When Lavender had told her she was going to the Yule Ball with Seamus, Parvati had felt strange about it, though she hadn’t known why. She’d tried to be thrilled when Harry had asked her out and some part of her did feel special, that the hero of their year had chosen her, that everyone would be talking about her, looking at her. Of course, that didn’t last long considering Harry had paid about as much attention to her at the ball as he might have to a lacewing fly.

Worse was the moment Hermione Granger had come in, looking so beautiful Parvati thought she might lose the power of speech altogether. Parvati had realised then what she might have always known deep down: she was attracted to other girls, not to boys. She just wasn’t ready to admit it. So when the boy from Beauxbatons had come to ask her to dance, she saw him not just as her saviour from boredom at the hands of Harry Potter, but as her way to keep ignoring the truth about herself. She told anyone who would listen how much she liked him and how much he liked her and made plans to keep writing when they were apart. Of course she was horrified when Cedric Diggory died, horrified at hearing Voldemort had returned - but none of that felt real. Not in comparison to the relief she felt at knowing she wouldn’t have to kiss the boy from Beauxbatons again once he was at a safe distance back in France. Or in comparison to how afraid she was about what she had felt towards Hermione at the dance and even worse, the deeper feelings she thought she might have towards Lavender. The wider horror of the war was yet to sink in.

It wouldn’t until long after she joined Dumbledore’s Army. When she returned in fifth year, Parvati was determined to ignore any romantic feelings she might harbour towards girls. She was also still embarrassed that she was attracted to Hermione of all people, who was still as much of a bossy know-it-all as ever (a crush she would never admit to, even later in life). Joining the DA was an easy decision. Parvati was loyal to her fellow Gryffindors in particular and this soon extended to the rest of their makeshift student army. Her family had always stood against blood prejudice, and for Parvati it was personal, since her father was Muggle-born. Still, at first the DA was more about standing up to Umbridge than anything else. It didn’t feel like a war yet, and Parvati saw Umbridge as yet another bully to take a stand against.

Sixth year was when things began to feel more serious. Not that she hadn’t believed Harry before, but now that everyone knew the truth ... the existence of war was more credible. Parvati’s parents also began speaking about pulling the girls out of school, of returning to India to escape the end of the war. This Parvati resisted - even though they were no longer running the DA and at this point she certainly didn’t think she or the students of Hogwarts would ever be called upon to fight in the war (except perhaps Harry). But maybe some part of her did know, because she couldn’t stand the idea of leaving her friends. And especially, she couldn’t stand the idea of leaving Lavender.

It was the year Parvati finally understood her feelings for her best friend, helped by the new bane of her existence, Ron Weasley. Together Ron and Lavender were almost completely unbearable and Parvati could no longer deny she was jealous. She tried to avoid spending as much time with them as possible and felt sympathy for Hermione, who was clearly in love with Ron. Maybe it was better for Parvati, because no one else knew she was in love with Lavender, or maybe it just hurt more because at least everyone also knew that Ron was in love with Hermione in return, whereas she was certain Lavender only saw her as a friend. Most of her year was consumed with trying to hide these feelings.

Seventh year was when the war was finally, finally real. Though Parvati had managed to talk her parents out of pulling her out of school in sixth year, they had done so after Dumbledore’s death, not even letting the twins stay for the funeral. The family seriously discussed all leaving the country after that, but Parvati still wanted to stay. In the end, they made the difficult decision as a family for her Muggle-born father to return to Mumbai, while their mother would stay at St. Mungo’s and attempt to protect the patients. They believed that with their family’s main target protected and out of the way, the rest of them could stay safe.

Parvati felt as though she became a different person that year. She had always been powerful - DADA was one of her better classes and under Harry’s instructions she’d mastered the Reducto curse (I understand why the movies gave this scene to Ginny but can we give it up for the OG powerhouse, Parvati Patil?). But she’d also always been giggly and a tiny bit shallow, more concerned with herself than with the wider world. This year that changed. While many members of the DA took risks to stand up to Snape and the Carrows, Parvati was right alongside them. In particular, she did her best to protect the younger students, aware that she wasn’t one of the leaders or the heroes, but she could make a small difference by trying to take care of the people who needed her most.

It was a horrible year and every day she had woke up feeling terrified, but Parvati had felt powerful too, perhaps for the first time in her life. In comparison, her anxiety about her sexuality began fading away and she was encouraged to take a personal risk and finally confess her feelings for Lavender. (Keeping this vague because I’d love to plot out a relationship with a Lavender player!).

In the final battle, she fought alongside Dean, duelling Travers and Dolohov together. Parvati hadn’t wanted to leave Dean defenseless since he hadn’t had a wand, so she’d made a point of sticking by him. Because of that, she was separated from Lavender and bitterly regrets that she wasn’t there to help her against Greyback’s attack. It remains one of the things that most haunts her nightmares.

In the aftermath of the war, Parvati was at a loss for what to do next. She returned to school to finish her seventh year, but she hadn’t come away with especially brilliant results. Her best subject had always remained Divination. She also liked Care of Magical Creatures, with a fondness for animals, especially loving unicorns - Grubbly Plank’s lesson on them had been Parvati’s all-time favourite - but she hadn’t continued it after OWLs. This was because of Professor Hagrid. Unlike many Gryffindors, Parvati hadn’t much liked Hagrid. It wasn’t because he was half-giant - at least not entirely. Having grown up with dark tales about giants, Parvati did harbour some prejudice, but mostly she found him frightening and a poor teacher, who focused far too much on monsters for her liking. She regretted it somewhat after school when she left with average NEWTs only in Divination, DADA, Charms and Herbology. There was little she could do with those subjects and she once more felt inadequate in comparison to her brilliant sister.

For a while she had worked as the assistant in a divination shop, but it didn’t feel like her passion in life. After a few years, she got back in contact with Professor Grubbly-Plank and with the witch’s encouragement, did a Kwikspell course in magical creature management. With this, she started working for a unicorn sanctuary and eventually worked her way up to being the manager, as she is today. The sanctuary provides a free and wild environment for unicorns, which are often hunted illegally, for the magical properties of their blood, and legally, considering their use in wandmaking. Parvati also takes in damaged unicorns and heals them, as well as advocates for the prevention of unicorn hunting. Considering unicorns prefer to be around women, the staff is made up almost entirely of witches. This of course includes all witches, including transgender women, who the unicorns welcome and adore. Parvati cares deeply about creating a safe space for LGBTIQA+ wixen, given her experiences when she was young and felt out of place.

Parvati now lives on the unicorn sanctuary, with her wife Lavender and their children. (I’d love people to take up the Brown-Patil children! I have no real thoughts on them and would prefer to leave it open for people to create them themselves but just putting it out there that I’d love some kids!

The rise of the second war brought up all Parvati’s old trauma. She is particularly afraid for her family. The deaths of Harry and later, Neville, were each a cause of devastation for her - their old cohort had remained close over the years. She was also terrifed as to what the rest of them would do without the two men who she still looked to as leaders. This was especially true when it came to Harry - still a fervent believer in divination, Parvati never doubted that he was the one referred to as the saviour of them all once again. In her heart of hearts, she believes the Knights did the rest thing in restoring him to life and thinks she might even have done the same. It is clearly fated, after all - Harry is now truly a living revenant and will save them all. The loss of Neville is something that breaks her heart, but she understands the Knights were unaware that it would happen. Frankly, she wouldn’t have minded seeing a Wraith fall in exchange for Harry, as she has no doubt his memories will be restored to him, allowing him to step up as he did before.

However, Parvati remains a member of the Order of the Phoenix, determined to play her part as well. She had joined as soon as it had been restarted, and offered up the unicorn sanctuary as another refuge for the Order, considering how wide ranging and magically protected it was. She currently uses the international contacts she’s gathered from transporting injured unicorns to and from the sanctuary to help targets of the Wraiths get out of England and into hiding, as much of a dauntless protector of others as she has always been.

Parvati is also fairly certain that Prophecy #33 belongs to her:

THE GUARDIAN will not be remembered. They will be completely written out of the history books, and the world will ultimately forgot their name. Almost as though they never existed in the first place.

Nothing in it surprised her - she knows her place is to protect others, rather than to play a significant role herself. It’s always been that way and Parvati has long since accepted it. While part of her is bitter over the knowledge that she will once more be ultimately insignificant, not good enough to really make a difference, she knows there are more important things, such as making certain her loved ones remain safe.

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Diary of a Junebug

Taking in the sights of Golden City

The Golden City sure is bright! Everything about it is so fascinating - the architecture, the roads, the trees - the place doesn't seem real. From traveling via whale taxi to the floating buildings and crystalline gazebos, it's no wonder Golden City is on top of many people's must see places before they die - mine included.

Seeing that Golden City seems to be in a world of its own, I never expected to run across a familiar face there - especially one who's currently in the process of renovating an old building to turn into her very own company. I've heard rumors but to see it actually happen - it seems so unreal.

Who would've thought that Ginko Okabe, director of a big marketing company, would start her own thing? And her business partner happens to be Benji Yoshino, a big hotshot tech genius. They crossed paths when Benji met up with the higher ups at Ginko's old workplace and at the time he happened to be acquainted with Manaka. Throw in Shiran then you've got three unlikely people who somehow ended up being friends with such a high profile figure.

Ginko's been super busy with the move from the metropolitan, strictly business city of Hailstorm Bay to the glowing, almost otherworldly place of Golden City. Now that her apartment's all set, the next step is getting the office building ready. So she and her friends have been busy with that for the past week.

With things moving smoothly, Ginko figured that they could all use a break. After all, it's not easy taking an hour long train to Golden City after a 9 to 5 shift to help clean up an old building as well as move furniture. She didn't expect her former coworkers to step up like that but they wouldn't let her hire a bunch of strangers to put her office together. With her giving them an opportunity to leave their monotonous, unfulfilling, (and sometimes toxic) work environment to be a part of her team, doing the heavy lifting was their way of thanking her.

Before heading out to meet up with Benji and Shiran, Ginko gave us a tour of the office. It's one thing to see snippets of the renovation on social media, it's another to see how much progress has been made in a week. What was once an old, run down building will soon be bustling with activity.

After seeing the office, we headed to the cafe and caught up with Benji and Shiran. They've been dating for a while but it wasn't until recently they were open about it. We all kinda suspected it so it wasn't a surprise when they made it official. First Manaka, now Shiran, what is it about diligent working class accountants that would draw in a wealthy, head in the clouds, tech genius like Benji?

How the former accountant and the eccentric millionaire came to be together is one of those stories where it all came down to chance. Benji first met Manaka through skydiving classes. Then they ran into each other again by chance on the streets around the same time he was installing a new security system for the company. Eventually word got out about their relationship, forcing Manaka to lay low for a while - which is partly why he and Shiran kept things under wraps for a long time. While they got along well, they didn't always meet eye to eye, especially about their futures. Manaka wanted stability while Benji jumped from one thing to another - it wasn't meant to be.

Running into Shiran was also a chance encounter. Shiran was interested in Manaka but the feeling wasn't mutual. The two met in college and ended up working in the same place, but aside from the office, they rarely saw each other outside of that. It took a while but Shiran was able to accept that while he and Manaka grew to become good friends, a romance wasn't in the cards for them.

Shiran and Benji literally bumped into each other on the streets and from there an unlikely friendship came about. Shiran was in awe of Benji at first because of his achievements, then slightly jealous when he found out he was dating Manaka, and then cool with him after the mutual breakup. Ginko was surprised to find them causally hanging out together. Soon the duo became a trio.

Things haven't been the same since Manaka's death. A series of workplace safety violations resulted in an explosion that injured many, even killing a few. Manaka, Shiran, and three other people were trapped in the basement, which was on the verge of collapsing, complicating the rescue. All five were rescued and taken to the hospital, where Manaka later died of her injuries. It happened suddenly, totally unexpected as she was fully conscious, alert, and walking when they found her.

Shiran fell into a deep depression for a while, leading to other problems. Ginko struggled a lot too but did her best to not let that affect her work. She later admitted that trying to do damage control over what happened was the hardest thing she ever did, one that made her completely disillusioned with the company. Benji, Ami and Karrie were grieving as well but kept a brave face in public.

Benji was the one who helped Shiran get back on his feet. He said that his biggest regret was not reaching out to Manaka after the breakup. While they were cool with each other and wanted to stay friends, they didn't do a good job of keeping in contact. Benji was out of town when the explosion happened and flew in as soon as he heard, planning to visit Manaka and Shiran at the hospital the next morning.

Just when all of that was behind them, an investigation of Manaka's death reopened the pain and grief for all of them. Apparently the doctor who treated her is on trial as several of his patients have died due to negligence in the past few years. In other words, the deaths of Manaka and many others could've been easily prevented if they had proper medical care. It's already bad enough that she died in a freak accident that shouldn't have happened, and now we find out that her death could've been avoided all together.

Just thinking about all that - damn. Manaka was sweet and spunky, a bit on the obedient and passive side, but always one to go out and try new things. I never understood why she always got the short end of the stick at work - and she certainly never deserved to have her life cut so short like this. Whenever I think about her, I can't help but wonder why the universe can be so unfair at times.

So with the thing going on with the doctor, people are being questioned and such, like Manaka's parents and Shiran for example. Thankfully Shiran doesn't have to testify or anything but the whole thing brought back painful memories for everyone. Shiran admitted that he's still a bit shaken up but he'll be fine. Benji's been like a rock for him, which is good.

Ginko said that since [redacted], Benji has come down to earth, or so others like to say. He's still got his head in the clouds, though no longer floating aimlessly in the sky - Manaka gave him some much needed perspective. He may be an eccentric billionaire with too much free time on his hands who is constantly daydreaming, but when he wants to make an effort, to make a change, to help a friend, he gives it his all.

It's clear how much he still loves Manaka, how she helped him shape up after spending most of his time doing whatever without much of a care. It's also clear how much he loves Shiran - the dedication it took to get him out of a bad place, he didn't have to put himself out there but he chose to. And from what I heard, it was a rough time all around - blackouts, alcohol, sleepless nights, listlessness, apathy - a continuous downward spiral for Shiran.

Since everyone was so busy with the move, Ginko and the guys didn't really have the chance to really explore Golden City. So I figured that now's a good time since we're all here and can experience the wonders of the city together.

First of all, riding the whale taxis is like floating on a cloud. We can choose to have our taxi act as a tour guide - which we did - and that made things a lot more fun! With public transportation as reliable and entertaining as this, who needs to spend extra money on cars? Our whale taxi was so sweet and informative - I can easily spend a day listening to them ramble on about Golden City - not that we haven't already! Because we enjoyed the tour so much, Benji had us booked with them for tomorrow so we have that to look forward to.

The floating gazebos are a must see in Golden City according to many reviews. Made from the finest environmentally safe materials, these gazebos were all built by hand, created to be enjoyed by all, whether it's to appreciate the architecture, hang out with friends, have some time to yourself or to gaze into the horizon. I think my favorite is the Prosperity Cliff gazebo, which overlooks the ocean, giving you a clear view of the mountains and islands. Prosperity Cliff isn't as busy this time of year because it's kinda chilly so it's nice to have the place to ourselves.

Maybe someday when we make another trip during the fall or spring we can take a trip up to the mountains. We probably won't be able to go far since it's kinda rough up there but I've heard there's some good spots for a picnic, a short hike, and maybe a swim depending on the time of day.

Of course, in between sightseeing and shopping we stopped by to enjoy the local cuisine. There's a lot of Japanese fusion places - including a Japanese-Cambodian one, which is one of Ginko's go-to restaurants for takeout because the sushi is top notch along with the soups - so that was an adventure as well!

Our plan was to get back to the hotel by eleven but of course we got distracted and spent an hour at the park watching the fireworks show. Shiran ended up missing the last train, though it's not a big deal as he usually crashes at Benji's place. By the time Daisy Jane and I got back to the hotel it was past one, which isn't too late by our standards. Good thing we won't be meeting up with the others until eleven tomorrow as that's morning for all of us.

Totally looking forward to more sights and wonders to enjoy tomorrow!

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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“Navigating Canada’s Student Visa Process: A Comprehensive Guide”

Embarking on a journey to study abroad is an exciting yet intricate process, and for those considering Canada as their educational destination, understanding the intricacies of obtaining a student visa is paramount. This guide aims to provide a comprehensive overview of the steps involved in acquiring a Canadian student visa, also known as a study […]

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GG 2x04 Rewatch

Not gonna lie, this is probably going to be the only episode I rewatch. The rest has been kinda tainted by 2x13 and s3.

Generally, my opinions tend not to line up with the majority of the fandom - sorry, not sorry.

1. What was your favourite scene of the episode? Tell us why!

It’s a tie between the bathroom break and the vette smash. Bathroom break - for obvious reasons - I’m a hoe and I live for that shit. The vette smash - I just vibe with Rio’s petty energy and the way you could see how much he was enjoying himself, Dean being metaphorically castrated by the guy who just fucked his wife... chef’s kiss.

2. Was there any scene that missed the mark for you? And if so, how?

I WISH beth would’ve bit back when Dean brought up the shooting. It irks me so much that she contnually rolls over for him. She spitefully gets payback, but rarely puts him in his place (if it were up to me, his place would be by boomer-jeff’s side in the dumpster)

3. This episode starts with each of the girls trying to make amends in their own way – Beth through her family, Ruby through charity and Annie through Marion. What do you think this tells us about each of them?

I feel like Beth and Ruby’s attempts at making amends always feel incredibly shallow and I can never tell if it’s down to shitty writing or if its because they genuinely don’t feel guilty. If’it’s the former - I’m not surprised. If it’s the latter - I hope the girls own their lack of remorse, in future.

Annie strikes me as the one who feels genuine guilt over a lot of this, and it’s been pretty consistent - even when Lucy died in S3. I think it makes sense for her to be the most cut up about it because she always struck me as someone who’s ruled by her emotions - she doesn’t exactly think before she acts, and is typically pretty impulsive.

4. Rio offers Beth the keys to the kingdom! This scene is always hotly debated in the fandom! What do you think he meant in the moment of it? Do you think he ever actually saw or even wanted Beth as a partner?

Straying from the general consensus, as usual - I don’t think he was playing her and I don’t think he planned to take a cut of whatever Beth came up with.

Personally, I don’t think it makes much sense. He’s already learnt that he gets further with Beth through praise and reward, as opposed to intimidation - more flies with honey, yada yada yada.

If the whole thing was just a manipulation it would have made more sense for him to convince her that he had faith in her and offer her a 25% cut of any cash washing operation she could come up with. She would’ve bit his hand off at the opportunity.

I think he was telling the truth when he said that he was done, I think he was genuinely flipping his game from cash to pills. At this point, Turner was looking closely and so it would make sense for Rio to want to distance himself from the counterfeit operation. He literally explained back in season one that it’s how he avoids being caught, he flips his game before the feds get too close.

I get the feeling that he probably didn’t intend to have much contact with Beth going forward and was going to leave her to do whatever she wanted with the rest of the money. It’s not that I think he wouldn’t manipulate her, he absolutely would. I just don’t really think it makes sense in this context.

5. Do you think Marion had any idea that Boomer was taking advantage of her?

I think it was probably similar to the situation with Beth, regarding Dean’s cheating: the thought was there, but she never really confronted the idea and lived in a comfy little denial bubble.

6. Dean’s attachment to the corvette is played in many different ways in s2! How do you interpret this?

I think it’s the perfect display of his narcissism and toxic masculinity. The car is as grandiose as his ego and he thinks it’s going to save the dealership, much like he thinks he’s going to be the one to save his family from ruin.

7. Why do you think Beth kept the money from Ruby and Annie?

I think she’s hugely manipulative and likes to be the be the one holding the cards. She only wanted to rob the store when she had her own problems to worry about and then convinced the girls to go along with it, she went to Rio to ask for more work back in season 1, she asked him to up their drops, the list goes on.

She tends to call the shots and drag them along for the ride, so it seems consistent with her personality that she’d keep the money to herself until she needed it, and then inform the girls.

8. The birth of the cars for cash business! Is this Beth’s best idea? Her worst? How do you rank it, both in general and among the girls’ other schemes? And do you think it could’ve worked longterm if Turner wasn’t so fixated on Beth?

Probably the best idea she came up with tbh. The others were pretty poorly thought through, as far as long term strategising goes. It could’ve worked really well if they had an accountant keeping the books looking kosher.

9. The Beth and Dean arc this episode is perhaps one of their most frustrating (in spite of the extremely cathartic resolution, haha). Do you think Dean’s belittling of Beth and his feelings of Beth emasculating him are new to their relationship or have been around for a long time? How do you think they really see each other?

I think they lived in a state of blissful ignorance and their initial interaction (love you, tunafish) was really indicative of that. Him belittling her was probably prevalent in the beginning of the relationship, but I think she probably just placated him and got on with her life. Now she’s clearly growing tired of his shit, just not. fast. enough.

I don’t think they’re in love though. I think Dean’s feelings for her are fuelled by narcissim. She’s obviously good looking and from the outside, he has it all. The house in the burbs, kids, hot wife, family business etc. That’s what he cares about - the image. I don’t think Beth is too dissimilar. I think she probably looked up to Judith as a teenager and idiolised that life, which Dean could provide. I don’t think she ever had deep, romantic, feelings for him. But she probaly does care for him, to an extent.

10. The Annie and Beth arc is also pretty telling of the characters’ history. It’s also one of the few times we’ve deliberately seen Beth seek out Annie for comfort (often it’s incidental that Annie’s there). What do you think this tells us about their relationship, both historically, and where they are at this point in the series?

I think it’s one of the few moments that their sibling bond is believable. It’s pretty accurate that, as Annie is maturing, she becomes less of a fuckup baby sister who needs everyone to clean up after her and grows into someone that beth can turn to for comfort/advice. Makes sense that this happens later in life, considering the significant age gap.

11. Ruby’s scene at the Quick Cash with JT is really significant – both in terms of it being a generally delightful scene, but also as a touchstone demonstration of Ruby’s increasing unwillingness to swallow her pride. Do you think Ruby prior to the series commencing would’ve reacted to JT’s goading in this way? And how do you think this scene compliments the scene earlier in the episode with Stan admitting he’s taken another loan too?

I thinks she would’ve wanted to, but literally couldn’t afford to. She had the means and opportunity to give him a dose of karma. But it’s always been in her nature to talk shit - diner dickweed in season 1. She refused to swallow her pride and apologise.

That, along with Stan taking another loan, seems to fit in well with the Hill’s entire arc of trying to be good people and being consistently shit on for it.

12. THE. BATHROOM. BREAK. That’s it. That’s the question. Please elaborate on your thoughts and feelings.

Am i supposed to be able to form thoughts or sentences that adequately express my feelings?

Petty king is also king of consent, he let beth take the lead - love it.

Judging from the papertowel dispenser, stroke game was strong.

Penis levitation is now a part of my vocab, thank you for your service, Rio.

10/10 - would definitely recommend being railed in a bathroom by this man.

13. Greg and Annie have what’s their last break-up in this episode (at least up until now). Why do you think this particular one stuck? And do you see any sort of future for them?

I feel like the key difference was Annie putting her foot down and saying “no”. Idk if I can see them getting back together, becasue I don’t think she’d have another affair when there’s a child in the mix and he’s too much of a pussy to divorce Nancy unless he has a guaranteed backup plan aka Annie. Still kinda ship it though.

14. Annnnd lastly, what do you make of the final scene at Boland Motors? What do you think Rio thought following both the bathroom break and this moment?

I think that Rio was genuinely flipping his game and moving away from cash and, in turn, Beth. But the bathroom break changed his mind, so he got curious and wanted to know what she came up with for the money, only to find out that she gave it to Dean. Given how possessive Rio is of his money, in combination with the feelings for Beth which had just been stirred up, I think his jealous side came out and he took back the money.

Up until this point, the entire Brio dynamic was him holding the power and exerting it whenever he saw fit. The second he followed her into that bathroom, he gave up whatever semblance of control or power he had left. The man is a very obvious control freak and so I don’t think he does well or feels secure in those situations. Him smashing up the car was basically an attempt to re-establish dominance and convince himself (and Beth) that he was still in control; with the added bonus of emasculating dean and making money.

And daaaayyyyyyyuuuuuuummmmm if I don’t enjoy watching that scene. The emasculation of Dean, Rio being petty, Beth malfunctioning at the possibility of Dean finding out she got dicked down in the bathroom, while he sat outside trying (and failing) to get the waiter’s attention. I DIE

#4am thoughts #rio's stroke game is obvs fire #would def care to experience it #dean is trash #hate him #die bitch #stan deserves the earth #petty ruby is iconic #annie is way smarter than anyone (including the writers) gives her credit for #gg rewatch 2x04 #gg rewatch

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Bay verse turtles with their little daughter who is a total daddy’s girl 💙❤️💜🧡

yassSSS I STAN. ( (D/N) means daughter’s name)

Leo 💙:

- From the moment your daughter (D/N) was born, she was a daddy’s girl. She was always giggling and smiling at up at her father. She was always beaming up at him when he held her in his arms.

-All I can imagine is little (D/N) sitting on her father’s lap while he’s meditating. She’ll try to meditate with him but being a small toddler, she’ll eventually get bored. After she gets bored (D/N) will stand up and run around the dojo mumbling nonsense. All Leo can do is chuckle at his little girl.

- Leo lovess to read her. Every night before bed (D/N) won’t lie down and sleep until her dad lets her sit on his lap as he reads her a bedtime story. Her favorite stories are fairytales. Her favorite fairytale is Beauty and the Beast because it reminds her of her parents.

- Sometimes when Leo practices with his katanas your daughter will pretend to practice along with him. It makes his heart melt every time he sees his little girl copy his movements.

- He never misses a school event. Even though you and Leo have to hide behind the story of that he works a broad, as to keep your secret, he never skips a school event. Every school play, art show, swim meet, parents day, and dance recital Leo is there. He watches from the shadows as his little girl razzles the stage. He can’t be prouder. He buys her flowers afterwards.

Raph ❤️ :

- Raph is a tough guy, no ifs ands or buts about it. He’s soft only for 3 people: April, you, and your daughter (D/N). Like it’s a little funny how one moment Raph is kicking some serious Foot Ninja ass and the next he’s cooing over his baby girl.

- Speaking of which, Raph has a lot of cute little nicknames for your daughter. Babygirl, Little Princess, Sweetheart, Lil’ Apple are all common ones. Raph also uses the usual Honey, Sweetie, and Darling with your daughter as well.

- Raph is really good at doing hair, so your little girl always has hair that looks just like she’s a princess. It doesn’t matter if (D/N)’s hair is straight, curly, wavy, or frizzy, Raph always puts it into elaborate hair styles. She’s always running around with little braids or buns in her hair. All the other kids at school are really jealous of her and her pizzaz.

- Tea parties? Tea parties. Raph will do anything for his daughter, even if that includes trading his “man card” for a pink boa and plastic tiara. There have been multiple occasions that you have walked in on Raph and (D/N) sitting around a tiny table with other stuffed animals sipping air out of tiny plastic tea cups pretending it’s tea. Mikey has several pictures of this. He jokingly gave one to Raph for Christmas one year. Even though Raph pretends to hate it, he has it right next to his bed so the first thing he sees when he wakes up is his daughter’s face.

- Raph is really good about the whole “monster under my bed” thing. Whenever (D/N) comes sobbing into your room in the middle of the night wailing about a monster under her bed or in her closet Raph is on it. He immediately swoops her into his arms and calms her down. After she’s safely tucked away in bed with you Raph gets up go look in her room. When he returns he tells her that he scared all the monsters away.

Donnie 💜:

- Donnie is the soccer mom of the bros. The moment your daughter (D/N) was born Donnie was already looking out for her wellbeing. He had the entire diaper bag complete with like 50 different brands of diapers and every brand of formula under the sun. He also had one of those baby carrier chest things that only nerds wear and he wears it proudly sooooo....

- Donnie handles all the homework since he himself,, is a smart cookie. Luckily, your daughter inherited her daddy’s smarts and is a smart cookie as well. Whenever she struggles with her math or science Donnie is right there, helping her.

- Because of her relationship with her dad, (D/N) wants to be a scientist when she grows up. For Christmas she asked for every chemical in existence but since she’s only a little girl, she got a lab coat and a chemistry kit instead. Using the chemistry kit is a father-daughter activity.

- Donnie is the “Safe Dad”. Everything is baby proofed well into her late elementary years. All knives are kept in a locked drawer, all outlets have those little plugs in them, doors are always kept locked, and weapons aren’t allowed within a 5 foot radius of (D/N). When Splinter got (D/N) her own weapon for her 6th birthday Donnie almost died of fright.

- Donnie is a really REALLY good cook. You never had to worry about (D/N) not eating her veggies because Donnie would always make them delicious. Her school lunches were always eaten because Donnie made them. Everyone at school, even the teachers, are jealous of (D/N)’s meals.

Mikey 🧡:

- Did someone say Disney World Dad? Seriously, sometimes it’s like you have two kids. I mean, there’s enough of a mess made that there is two kids. Whenever Mikey watches (D/N) for you, you come home to a house covered in paint, glitter, and stickers. It’s gotten to the point where you need to call Raph, Leo, and Donnie up to babysit your daughter and your lover.

- Mikey and (D/N) are always playing. Tea parties, hide and seek, dolls, castle, you name it! Mikey is your daughter’s favorite playmate and for good reason. Half the time Mikey doesn’t even really know what’s going on during playtime but he always manages to make it fun.

- Mikey is always trying to teach (D/N) “essential skills”. And by “essential skills” I mean like how to eat a large pizza in five minutes. Although he does teach her some not-so-useful stuff like how to chug an entire liter of Pepsi in 3 seconds flat he does teach her helpful things like how to ride a bike, or self defense.

- Mikey is the “Video Camera Dad” who is always filming everything his kid does. The camera is usually rolling and pointed at (D/N) just so you guys “don’t miss any important life events”. Though a lot of the things Mikey records aren’t really useful, he did record milestones like her first steps, her first word, and her first day of school.

- (D/N) will most likely spill the tea about her awesome mutant day. I mean c’mon, she is Mikey’s kid. Fortunately, no one believes her. They think her dad works full time in Europe and she’s making up stories about her crime fighting ninja turtle dad to help her cope. It does hurt her feelings a little that her friends and teachers won’t believe her but it’s okay because she knows she’s telling the truth.

#leonardo #raphel #donnatello #michelangelo #teenage mutant ninja turltes #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #tmnt imagines #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 imagines #tmnt 2016 imagines #tmnt bayverse imagines #bluesakurablossom

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Yugioh S4 Ep 13: Yugi Dies in California, Makes Everything Awkward

Hey guys. Yugi’s DEAD. (again, but way earlier in a season than I thought he’d be)

So lets get into it.

Last we left off, Pharaoh got imbued with the powers of Lime Green. A green that I swear used to be more Aqua, but seems to sort of shift and change depending on if it’s day or night.

As a consequence, Yugi now can’t have any communication with Pharaoh. I guess this makes it so now Pharaoh is split with his “light” side but like...both Yugi and Pharaoh have both light and darkness so...I see the metaphor going on, but I don’t think the metaphor actually...worked when you think about all the screwy stuff Yugi has done even without Pharaoh around. So just don’t think about it.

The big consequence of the Yugi Banishment was more that Yugi wasn’t there to tell Pharaoh how the Oricalchos card works because--and I say this a lot--but Pharaoh doesn’t know how to read.

Pharaoh’s biggest downfall isn’t so much his greed or pride this episode, it’s his goddamn illiteracy. If he took just five seconds to study the fine print then...he wouldn’t have even cast the Oricalchos in the first place. He did it because he wanted to protect his dragon Timaeus on the field, but the Oricalchos made Timaeus immediately disappear so...Pharaoh cast this for no reason other than the plot really wanted him to do it.

Just kinda shocking that Pharaoh, of all people, made such a huge card mistake when he’s supposed to be from where all cards came from. Then again, he’s separated from Yugi who I guess had more card input than I realized, because the rest of this episode is just Pharaoh playing kind of like a dumbass.

And on the voice acting side, the guy who plays Pharaoh had to try and talk even deeper--which was kind of funny when he’s already as deep as he can go. So...it just seems like Season 1 Pharaoh to me, except he laughs more.

TBH Pharaoh was WAY more rude to PaniK than he ever was to Rafael.

(read more under the cut)

Meanwhile, Rex and Weevil have joined the pack.

Only to be hassled by the pack.

And so, since this is a show about cards, how do you make Pharaoh look like a bad person when he...always plays cards, and is usually a good person for doing this same card playing thing?

And as the person in charge of the Death Count, sorry Yugi, that doesn’t even make sense to me. If you’re telling me that JUST NOW cards are suddenly real and not 10+ episodes ago, and if you’re telling me that all of the other times Dark Magician Girl died didn’t count?

If I had to count every time that a card died when I’m pretty sure they were real then we would also have to count most Bakura duels, probably that Pegasus duel, any Shadow game, really, and like...I don’t want to do the math so I am not counting Dark Magician Girl, y’all.

She was alive at the end of this episode, and as far as I’m concerned, her prime function--the reason she exists--is to die a lot. She’s a card, that’s what they do, and I doubt she even felt bad about it. Like...I don’t think the cards are mortal. Does that make sense? I just...maybe it hurt her but like...does she care? She’s a god in this universe.

You can’t kill Zeus. And like maybe people can hassle Zeus but like it would be maybe the sensation of an itch to Zeus if you stab him directly through the throat--that’s how I feel about Dark Magician Girl. She can take a beating and won’t even know it’s happening. Girl is freakin Zeus.

A lot of this Rafael arc is about making a false reality to justify your actions. Rafeal’s was a pretty extreme case involving cards that are angels and that are still cards...or something. Pharaoh’s was “I’ll be fine, I’ve always been fine, I’m very good at this, I’m the exception to every rule.” which is a much more approachable and relatable fake reality than Rafael.

Thing is, Pharaoh’s not entirely wrong. That’s usually true for him. He usually is the exception to every rule bending RNG to his every whim. Like there’s a reason why he took the chance on the Oricalchos, it really should’ve worked out.

And TBH, would have liked to see Pharaoh do this for longer than one episode, especially since him going his brand of cray only lasted during a card game, which I don’t really watch anyway. But eventually all good things must end, and it catches up to him when he realizes the horror he has wrought.

Spoiler, it’s not that horrifying.

Like for reals, I have seen Pharaoh do some THINGS and maybe this is a sign I’ve seen too much Yugioh when I’m like “lol Pharaoh went nuts and that was it???”

I cannot believe he did not pull out even so much as a single knife this entire episode. The hatchets are right there. Then again, his puzzle powers don’t really work in the Oricalchos realm so he has to play normie style. But knives are pretty normie. I feel like Pharaoh should have pulled out some sort of makeshift brain teaser involving knives, but youknow, this season is very much more for kids than previous seasons of Yugioh.

Again, what he did to Panik is about 1000x worse than making a Halloween Kuriboh.

But, now that all the cards he sacrificed to the Shadow Realm are being resurrected and used against him, he looks into the blank face of Dark Magician Girl and accepts his defeat.

Which is very similar to what happened to Kaiba in the earlier seasons of this show. Pharaoh got Pharaoh’d.

But...while it is a throwback, heaven forbid that this show used a real ass human as a stand in for Dark Magician Girl in this scene. Could’ve had just any actual person standing around here to make Pharaoh realize a change of heart--maybe even the kid he banished in his head? But nah.

It was Dark Magician Girl for this emotional beat.

I mean we are watching Yugioh but lol, that was a decision the writing team made. Joey Wheeler’s right over there. Maybe remove Tea from that RV? No? Want to use Dark Magician Girl instead? OK then.

Anyway, now that Pharaoh was shamed enough by a paper card to remember how to be slightly more human, Yugi holds his Puzzle high over his head and screams “BY THE POWER OF THE MILLENNIUM PUZZLE!” or something and does his own brand of magic. Surprise, it’s punching stuff.

Punching stuff is always the answer.

So apparently the puzzle is more powerful than Oricalchos. Which we basically knew the whole time, I mean...Pharaoh got possessed by Oricalchos and all it did was make him play cards.

I can’t believe no one got set on fire that entire sequence.

So, since the Oricalchos demanded a soul, Yugi figured out a loophole.

And again, another Yugioh game was ended by someone threatening to kill himself, and this time it was Yugi. Who died so that Pharaoh’s yummy soul would not resurrect the Great Leviathan.

Because, while Yugi may be a soul-copy and somewhat reincarnation of the Pharaoh? Or something? He’s still not yummy enough. Not yummy enough for that Leviathan tummy.

Which lead to this great scene that I’m sure you’d remember vividly if you ever saw it even once. This is so unexpected and wild and everyone should see it.

This is moments following a very heavy death in the show--Pharaoh’s lowest point--and it is just SO JARRING AND FUNNY in context. I don’t think they meant it to be that way but I had to rewind like 8 times.

First off, enjoy this wtf helicopter, and then...

Wow.

A+ animation, I would never have been so bold as to do drop Pharaoh like a sack of potatoes from 50 feet in the air right after killing Yugi Muto on screen. 10/10. Amazing.

And after it happens, Duke kinda looks over and has the gall to ask... “Are you guys all right?” It’s just...

Wow.

I’m applauding at my computer, I am so glad that whole sequence exists. I’ll probably lift it eventually just to have.

And then the rest of this episode is Pharaoh trying to tell everyone what happened but Everyone still doesn’t quite get it, despite how wildly blunt Pharaoh is.

Cue the endless crying, because if this show loves anything, it’s men in eyeliner openly weeping into the dirt at their feet. Thankfully, Yugi had the foresight to get waterproof mascara, because if he’s gonna die, he doesn’t want Yami to blow up that perfectly cut stiletto heel line.

MAN I am so jealous of this teenage boy’s makeup.

And since I asked the void nicely for Yugioh to be in PAD, and now that PAD put Yugioh in there as if it heard me, I will now turn my attention to Sephora.

Please, Sephora, make me a Yugioh makeup line that is waterproof as hell so I can ugly cry in the hottest desert in America and still not smudge, thx.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Yugi Muto is officially dead!

Didn’t expect that, being real.

Wow.

Really I thought that they would die if ever they ever got separated, but apparently Pharaoh is fine he just...lacks his Yugi half that knows how to read stuff and had a slightly longer attention span.

I can’t believe they cured Yugi of his curse! Congrats, Yugi! You are no longer possessed!

Y’all. Lets just appreciate the Yugioh Episode 13 curse for a bit.

First episode 13, Bakura killed everyone with like no warning

Second Episode 13 was Ankle-slicing Bandsaw Clown

Third Episode 13 Noah revealed he was Seto’s Secret Already Dead Brother trying to take over Seto’s body

Fourth Episode 13 Yami finally managed murdering Yugi.

Like I dunno if they planned for all 13s to be all the WTF ones, but I’m glad it’s managed so far. I should’ve known when I started this episode that it was a 13, but I just...I just forgot.

Really thought Yami was going to survive this one and we’d have to bury Rafael on this mesa. Lucky for them and the local police, it’s just paranormal murder today.

Anyway...there’s like a lot more episodes of this season left and I don’t know where it’s going anymore. Should be fun. At the rate we’re going, we’re gonna take a bike ride over to New York City to do more card games on the desert Mesas of NYC. Lets see how long Yugi will remain dead.

Maybe next episode Pharaoh will just throw on a bedsheet and Rebecca’s shower sandals so he can go full Egyptian Era? Maybe the eyeliner will be drawn all the way to his freakin ears? Y’all what if he gets really into beads and gold now?

(and if you just got here, this is a handy link to read all of these recaps in chrono order. There’s a lot of them.)

#ygo #yugioh #photo recap #episode recap #yugi muto #yami #joey wheeler #rafael #duke devlin #tristan taylor #rex raptor #weevil underwood #a helicopter #Dying in a kid's show #Yugi's freakin dead

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romaniassexdungeon · 4 years

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Pretend - epilogue

Pairing: OzEst

Oh shit, we did it. Sorry for the delay, but here's the epilogue. Thank you to everyone who's read this far, and thank you to everyone who's been with us for the journey. It was a super fun, depressing ride for us as writers, and we hope it was too for you readers. Thanks again, Finn and Ciaran out

Also written by @kanz-frafka

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Eliisabet was 67 when she saw her son get married.

She didn’t know what it was about this milestone that made her wonder just what she’d missed. If she could - maybe - put her pride aside to try and reconnect with him. Maybe it was just that after so many bad decisions, his life seemed to be on track. Despite marrying that awful Cooper man, maybe she could be proud of him one day.

All he needed was some guidance. And discipline.

She knew what she knew about the last fourteen-odd years through Layla, bumping into her at the supermarket. Neither was exactly fond of the other. She supposed Layla had more right to hate her than she would have liked to admit to herself, but it wasn’t as if Eliisabet was totally in the wrong. Logan was the boy who ran feral the way he did; that Cooper woman had no right to criticise her. She’d only been raising Eduard to behave.

It wasn’t like her to crash a wedding. Maybe when she was young and stupid she would’ve turned up somewhere unannounced, but 50 years did a lot to a person. She’d been worn down. Sometimes she felt nostalgic, but mostly she was embarrassed. She’d been so childish once. Anton, for all his flaws, had at least sanded off the edges in that respect.

She stepped inside. It was a small, tacky reception, but everyone was laughing and joking. Eduard was dancing with that Cooper man, and Eliisabet had never seen him smile like that. She couldn’t particularly remember him smiling, let alone in a truly happy way. He’d always been such a serious child. She couldn’t picture him, even then, running wild with Logan. Layla said he was just more comfortable in his presence. That was probably a jab at her parenting. Layla had a lot of those.

She watched him for a moment. He parted from Logan and grabbed Layla by the hand, spinning her under his arm and laughing.

Maybe she was the one Eduard felt comfortable around. Should Eliisabet be jealous of how her son looked at another woman? Layla hadn’t given birth to him, hadn’t raised him, not really. He hadn’t lived with her until he was practically an adult. But Layla was getting all the credit, all the wedding invites, all the family Christmas cards.

Of course, Layla was the one Eduard ran to when he was acting up. The one who coddled him through every bad decision. She had ruined him, let him think things were fair, fostered all the naivete he had until it got the better of him. Of course she was the one he invited. Eduard was easily led.

No wonder he ended up in hospital. Eliisabet didn’t even know what that was about, but she suspected it was that stupid Densen man. She’d warned Eduard about him. Or maybe it was Cooper. Or Eduard’s own terrible decisions. Either way, she’d said it was no good, that he could never be happy with a man. There was something unnatural about it, and the gays would never be happy going along with their nonsense. She normally wouldn’t think about it, but Eduard seemed determined to fetishise being with men. And where did that get him?

Except he looked overwhelmingly happy with Logan. Happier than Anton had ever looked in all the time they’d been married. She told herself it wouldn’t last, and stopped thinking about it.

He glanced back at him, still dancing with Layla, the brightest smile on his face. Tino was there too, drinking at his table. She hadn’t seen her nephew in even longer, and he didn’t look happy to see her. He was the first in the room to spot her. He fixed her with an icy look, then got up, tapping Eduard on the shoulder and whispering something in his ear. Eliisabet wondered if she should leave.

But then they met eyes. His smile dropped, like she would hit him if he kept it. He swung Layla into her husband and excused himself for a moment.

He was letting his emotions show. The boy was horrified, disgusted, a little scared. Then his face twisted into a scowl. Logan touched his shoulder, asked him a question, but he brushed him off, storming across the floor like a tornado in a tuxedo.

He’d grown, or maybe he was just shorter in her memories. He towered over a lot of the room, but the way he carried himself almost made him look smaller. There were ugly little raised scars on his face, none longer than her fingernail, but enough of them to make his whole face look ghastly. He really ought to have done something about them, especially if he was getting married. Nobody wanted to look at that.

“Eliisabet,” he said in a stiff voice. It stung, hearing him call her that. Deep down, she missed being his “Ema”, but there was no way she would say that. Especially when he was choosing to be so disrespectful.

“Eduard,” she said, just as frosty.

“What are you doing here?”

“It is your wedding. Your parents are supposed to be at your wedding.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t invite you.”

“Well, why didn’t you?”

“Why would I? You never turned up to anything else Mrs Cooper and I told you about. And more importantly: I don’t want you to be at my wedding .”

“Why does that matter? I should’ve been invited, as should your father.” Not that Anton would have shown his face. He missed his son, but would never admit it, not even at gunpoint. She’d still seen his glances at the one photo they kept out of him, a school photo. And she knew he was keeping the graduation photos Layla sent, hidden away somewhere after claiming he’d torn them up. Aside from the occasional rant about washing his hands of the boy, Anton never spoke of him.

“This is my wedding. I’m inviting people I love. You don’t- you don’t fit into that category.”

“Am I not good enough for you? I did everything to keep you happy. And you aren’t an easy person to keep happy.

Eduard wrinkled his nose; he wasn’t going to be persuaded this time. “You did nothing to keep me happy; you didn’t care if I was happy. Or eating. Or safe. To be honest, I think you preferred it when I was miserable.”

“You always were ungrateful. You know how hard it was to be your mother? I did everything I could.”

“You didn’t do shit.”

“I raised you. And you’re throwing it all back in my face.”

“You’ve been leaving me to fend for myself for as long as I can remember. You threatened me not to tell anyone because you knew it was wrong. You took every opportunity to make me feel like shit, you punished me for doing anything I enjoyed, you only cared about how smart I was, how quiet I was, how I made you two look, and you threw me out of the house when I wasn’t good enough for you and your impossible standards.”

“And it made you-”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You were my parents. You were the only people I had in the world until I met the Coopers. I could’ve died so many times, and all you and Anton would’ve cared about was how right you were.”

“And we-”

“Eliisabet,” Eduard said firmly, “I don’t want to hear it. You’re too late. I don’t even believe you’re at all sorry. I don’t know what you want from me - money, an organ, a verbal punching bag, I don’t care. You’re not getting it. I mean, where were you when I graduated? When I went to hospital? Twice, actually.”

“I didn’t-”

“Don’t give me that. I know you know. I almost died and you couldn’t even be bothered showing your face.” He shook his head then waved her away. “And you know what? I’m glad. The last thing I needed was you acting like I was just doing it for attention, or whatever.”

“Eduard-”

“Just go. Alright? I don’t want you here. If you wanted to be a real mum, you should’ve started when I was a baby.”

Eliisabet glared at him. “That is no way to-”

“Go. Before I call security.”

Eliisabet reeled at that. She hated not being the one in control. “I am your mother, Eduard.”

“I have a mother, and she was never you.”

Eliisabet made a face like she was sniffing curdled piss, but backed down. She could bully Eduard all she wanted, but she would never plead with him. She turned around and walked out the room. Behind her, she heard Layla comfort him. She heard all the sharpness drain from his voice as she told him she was proud. What had he ever done to deserve her pride?

...

Layla was 52 when Eduard became her son.

No, that’s a lie. He always had been.

Layla was 52 when Eduard became her son -in-law. And she couldn’t have been more proud of her boys.

After standing up to Eliisabet, Eduard went back to Layla for another dance, brushing off her concern and pride alike. He seemed to have shrunk into himself a little - she always got under his skin - but once he started dancing with her, he became himself again.

He was doing that a lot now, becoming himself. His real self, not back to that scared kid Logan had dragged in all those years ago. Eduard talked to her about his life, what he was hoping to do in the future. Marry Logan, adopt the children, get a promotion, or even start his own business. He could do what he wanted, he told her. Logan insisted that his life wasn’t over once he reached his thirties. Layla laughed at that.

“I could build you a website for your art,” he told her, “or set you up on some of the existing sites, but they’ll want a share of the profit.”

“You think I could? I’m a little old for all that computer stuff.”

“Never too old to learn. I’ll set it up for you, and I’ll show you how to do it all by yourself,” he awkwardly patted her arm, and she hugged him in return.

“I’m proud of you, you know?” she told him, “I always have been.”

“I mean, I haven’t done anything pride-worthy,” he mumbled. “I never got into Cambridge, I would have lost my job by now with all my days off if I wasn’t skirting by on talent alone, I’m a messy, mentally ill disaster, I-”

“So? I’m proud of you. You’re a wonderful young man.”

Eduard looked like he was going to cry. “Really?”

“Really. I couldn’t imagine a better person for Logan.”

“Even…?”

“Well. Huna was good for him too. But you’ve always been like a son to me.” She patted her chest. “You’ve always had a special little place here.”

Eduard grinned. “I’m gonna tell them you said that.”

“Oh, please don’t.” She looked up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry, Huna!”

They laughed, Eduard leaning on her shoulder. “I miss them. I mean, not as much as Logan does - he still gets sad about them a lot - but they were a good friend.”

She nodded, a grim smile on her face. “They were always so easygoing with the family, you too. Now that I think about it, you’ve both always tried so hard to be part of the family, and you were all along.”

“When did you start thinking of me as…” Was it too forward to say-?

“My son?” Layla supplied. Eduard nodded. “I mean, you were always welcome, and after a few visits, I was already thinking of you as “one of the family” but then I found out about your parents and, well, I knew life was gonna be rough for you. I knew you needed someone behind you. And if that wasn’t going to be me and Logan - both of them, that is - who would it be?”

“I don’t know where I’d be if you hadn’t. Probably still with Gunner or something.” Or dead. He laughed but they both knew he meant it.

Layla took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “How is it all? How’s therapy?”

“Good. It’s actually been really helpful. Still a lot of days where… yeah. But mostly not as bad as… like, even a few months ago.”

“I’m so proud of you, you know that? So proud.”

Eduard nodded, and finally burst into tears.

“Oh no, oh, my baby, are you okay?” Layla was immediately up to hold him. Eduard clung to her. Layla smelt like home almost as much as Logan did. She smelt of the Coopers’ house - paint and freshly-made bread and the flowers Layla kept in a vase she’d let Logan and Eduard paint when they were little.

“I’m fine, mum,” he sobbed, “I just- I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Eddie. You’re a wonderful young man.”

...

Jānis was 26 when he met a strange man.

He was outside smoking his way through an anxiety attack when the tallest human being he had ever seen awkwardly scooted up next to him. Jānis wasn’t sure whether or not to acknowledge him. He coughed. Jānis offered him a cigarette.

The man took it and thanked him. “Is this Eduard Mets’s wedding?”

Jānis nodded.

“Right, right,” the man handed him a parcel. “Wedding present. Can you make sure he gets it?”

“Don’t you want to go in and give it to him yourself?”

The man squirmed. “We’re… not on the best terms. And his husband told me to never bother them again.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re not his ex, are you? I’ve heard people talk about what happened. He was in hospital.”

“Not his ex, no. I just… I did some bad things. I want to make it right. Properly, this time.”

Jānis looked at him, frozen. He’d done bad things to Eduard, then? Should he refuse the man’s request, then? But what if he got upset? What if he got angry? What if Eduard got upset that he’d refused to take the present? Maybe he should not mention it to him. But then the guilt would eat at him for the rest of his life.

The man made a face. Guilt? Remorse? “Please,” he insisted, “I really am sorry. I- I know he won’t want to see me, but - please - give him this.”

For some reason, Jānis wondered if it was a bomb. Was he that sort of man?

“Who are you?”

“Lars,” he gave a cough, “Lars Mooren.”

He wasn’t Gunner, at least.

Jānis squinted. “Alright, I’ll give him your present.”

Lars broke into a smile - slight but relieved. “Thank you.”

“You’re sure I’m not going to get told off? I’m not being your messenger if it’s going to get me told off.”

“You’re a grown man, you’re probably not going to get told off.” He squinted at him and looked him up and down. “You- you are a grown man, right?”

“I’m just short,” he assured him.

“Sorry.”

“I get it all the time.” Jānis stubbed out his cigarette. “See you around?”

“See you around.”

He came back inside, clutching the present. Eduard and Logan were deep in conversation with someone’s distant relative. Eduard was clinging to Logan, looking down at him with more love than could be contained in one man. Scared to interrupt, Jānis stood there, attempting to be in Eduard’s line of sight, with the box in his hands. Eventually, he was noticed.

“Jānis!” Eduard smiled and wandered over, “you doing okay?”

He nodded, awkwardly thrusting the package into his hands. “From a… Lars?”

Logan and Eduard exchanged a glance.

“Where the fuck is he?” Logan grabbed Eduard’s arm protectively.

“Uh… he was outside. You know him? Tall guy?”

“Was? Where is he?” He flexed, looking around and making sure to keep as close to Eduard as possible.

Eduard stepped in front of him. “Hey. Baby, we’re not getting into a fight at our wedding, alright?

“But-”

“No. This is our night. Not his. We got a present out of it. Let’s just leave him alone.”

Logan opened his mouth, but his face softened. “Fine. Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s- it’s okay. But I’ve been sober a good while, I don’t want him to fuck that up. Let’s just take the present and carry on. Okay?”

Logan nodded. “Okay. Sorry baby. You’re right.” He reached up, kissing his forehead with a great deal of difficulty. “It’s our day.”

The whole time, Jānis was stood there with the present, feeling like shit. “So… do you want this, or…”

Eduard smiled at him. He wasn’t quite reassured. “Sure, give it here. Might as well get something out of him.”

He wondered if he should open it there. Seemed better to get it out of the way, rather than put it with the beautiful, unopened presents everyone else had gotten them. He looked at the pile. Reilly was feeling the presents again, trying to see what was inside.

“Oy,” Logan growled, “no peeking.”

Reilly scowled and went to dip chicken wings in the punch. Logan didn’t have the energy to stop it, turning back to Eduard and his present.

“It was nice of him to bring something. I guess.”

Logan leaned his head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to make excuses for him.”

“I’m not. But it was nice of him.” Eduard opened the present. It was a copy of Pulp Fiction .

“You know what? Tarantino sucks, but another DVD for the collection’s another DVD for the collection.”

“We’ll put it behind something,” Logan nudged him.

Eduard nodded and put the DVD on the table. “Doesn’t matter. It’s our day, not his.” He took Logan’s hand. “And I want to dance with my husband.”

...

Harry was 16 when she fell in love for the first time.

The wedding was a lot of fun. She hadn’t been to one since her dad and Hunapo’s. She’d been allowed to invite some school friends, but honestly, they were outgrowing each other. Cassandra always hung out with Melissa’s lot these days. Plus there was the boy talk. Cass had always been the type to fawn over celebrities and dumbasses in the year above, but lately it was bothering her more and more that she couldn’t relate.

She’d rather be with Josefina anyway. She’d come along with João, but other than him and Harry she was alone, sitting quietly at her table and eating breadsticks. Harry waited for an out from her great-uncle’s monologue about his own wedding, then went over to her table.

“Josefina!”

She looked up from eavesdropping on her dad’s conversation. Her eyes lit up and she hugged her. “Harry! You alright?”

“Yeah. You look lovely. I mean- the dress does. And also you. Your hair.”

“Thanks. You look lovely too. You make a nice… bridesmaid? Is that a thing when there isn’t a bride?”

Harry shrugged. “Dad doesn’t do tradition. Ed does. It was a weird compromise.”

“It looks nice on you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean… you always look nice.”

“I do?”

“You do.”

They were quiet for a long moment. Nobody was quite sure where to go with the conversation.

“I’m sorry,” Josefina mumbled, “I suck at people.”

“It’s alright, mate. I still like you.”

Josefina laughed. It registered to Harry that she had just said something unbelievably dorky.

“Parties just get me all overwhelmed. Not that this isn’t lovely.”

Harry thought for a moment. “There’s a whole building. Doesn’t stop at this hall.”

“You wanna, what, sneak off? Isn’t this your dad’s wedding?”

Harry shrugged. “Second wedding. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

She laughed. “Aren’t you a romantic?”

“Do you wanna go explore this place or not?”

Josefina thought about it, stuffed a canape into her mouth, and gave Harry her hand. “Let’s do it.”

Harry led her out. A flight of stairs was roped off, but she lifted it for Josefina to duck under.

“You sure we’re allowed?”

“It’s a rope, not a cop.”

That didn’t stop them tiptoeing their way up the stairs nervously, as if they’d be caught at any moment.

“What are we even looking for?”

“Somewhere to hang out, I guess.”

The stairs took them up to a little dark corridor.

“This is kinda creepy. I like it though.”

She puffed out her chest and tried to look tough. “I can beat up any ghosts that try to bother you.”

Josefina took her hand. Harry immediately dropped the act. How was she meant to be tough now?

She smiled up at her. “Thank you.”

“Uh huh.” Smooth, Harry.

“Where do we go from here?”

“Pick a door, any door.”

Josefina grinned at her and went for the closest one, still holding onto her hand. “Locked.”

“Shit. Try this one?”

Josefina managed to open it this time, revealing the perfect little room. There were chairs dotted around and little boxes of miscellaneous stuff shoved into a corner. Harry flicked on the light switch. “Jackpot.”

They plopped themselves down on the floor, ignoring the chairs.

“Nice little spot,” Josefina decided, making herself comfortable. Suddenly, Harry imagined people asking them how they met at parties like this one, well into the future. Her dad ran my dad’s NA meetings. Maybe a bit of a downer, but a story was a story.

“You know what it needs?” Harry asked, lying on her back to rest her legs on a chair, “Snacks.”

“Which ones?”

“Dunno. Shoulda grabbed a plate of those wings from the buffet. And some sweet stuff too.”

Josefina hopped up to her feet. “I’ll be back in a second.” She winked Harry’s way and disappeared.

Harry lay on the floor, eyes on the ceiling. Her heart was going pretty fast - was there red bull in that lemonade she’d had? She hadn’t been running but her heart was trying to find its way out of her ribcage. Maybe she was having an allergic reaction.

To Josefina? Who was she kidding?

Josefina came back with two glasses in one hand, a plate piled with buffet food in the other, and a bottle of wine tucked under her arm.

Harry grinned at her. “Josie! Here, let me help you with that.”

She gave Harry the plate, then put the wine carefully down on the floor and sat down facing her. “It’s more like “Juicy”.”

“What?”

“Not Josie. Portuguese names, man. Joo -sefina.”

Harry laughed. “Alright, Juicy, then.”

“You’re gonna be calling me that forever now, aren’t you?”

“Forever,” she nodded, mouth full of sandwich.

Josefina chuckled and poured them each a glass of wine, just as Harry started singing to her.

“Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice, baby.”

“Blame what on your juice, exactly?”

“Huh? I don’t know.”

“Well, as the juice, I wanna know what it is I’m getting accused of.”

“Underage drinking, apparently.”

“You don’t have to have any if you don’t want it.”

“No, I want some.” She took the glass off her and took a long slurp. She made a face.

Josefina laughed. “You like it?”

“Sour.”

“I’ll have it if you don’t want it.”

“I’ll adjust,” she assured her, taking another sip, “Since we’re celebrating.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“In that case,” Josefina raised her glass. “Cheers!”

Harry clinked their glasses together. “Cheers!”

“You sure you’re okay, missing out?”

“It’s fine. Got to get away from all the distant relatives somehow. Like, yeah, I know I’ve gotten bigger, Gran, that’s how human bodies work. I shouldn’t be mean to my gran though. She’s cool. She’s a painter and stuff. And my Granddad’s a musician, he has all these guitars and...” And she was rambling. Fuck.

“They sound nice!”

Josefina was grinning at her. Harry was just focusing on not spilling her wine. “They are nice. They really like Ed too. He and my dad go way back. Like, Ed helped look after me when I was little and he and dad were in uni. I barely even remember it, but I remember Ed used to sing to me sometimes if I couldn’t sleep. And dad would stand in the doorway and pretend like he wasn’t watching him. And then Dad married Huna, who was great, and I still miss them, but after that Ed was just… I dunno. Gone. Next time I saw him, I only, like, kind of recognised him. Not just because it had been a long time ago either. He looked different. And that was right after Huna died too, and everything was a mess and he was just kind of there, sitting at the side. He was… dunno. Must have had some mental health stuff going on, now I look back at it, ‘cause he barely ever left his room, but he told me and Rei how he was actually a super cool ninja and-” She trailed off. Josefina was looking down at her knees. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this shit.”

“You’ve got quite the family life, huh?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I think the ninja thing was a lie. He’s kind of a weenie.”

Josefina nodded in agreement. “What do you think happened?”

“No idea. They never let me listen, and Ed’s too quiet to eavesdrop on.”

Josefina raised her glass. “To fucked up families.”

“To fucked up families. And to my dads.” Harry clinked their glasses together.

“Gotta love fucked up families.”

“You too, huh?”

Josefina took a sip. “He’s been clean a while now, but my dad… he overdosed when I was little. Like, 8, maybe? By accident, of course. And I found him and I thought maybe he was dead. And my mum broke up with him, and I didn’t see him again for like three years because she wouldn’t let me. I’d hear him call sometimes, and she’d usually be shouting at him, and then eventually she let me go over to his, just for a day. It was a good day. He treated me.Took me out bowling, to the museum. I was just happy to see my dad again, you know, we’ve always been close. And after that it was a weekend, And then every weekend, and now we have a good routine going, I’m at his every other week, and they’re on speaking terms again. But it was rough when I was little.”

Harry wasn’t quite sure what to say to that. She opened her mouth, but didn’t know what sounds to make with it. She settled for wrapping an arm around Josefina. She leaned her head against Harry’s shoulder.

“My first step-parent died when I was 12.” She wondered if this sounded like she was making this about herself. She wished she could stop running her mouth sometimes. “And I’ve never met my mum. Or, I probably have, because I’ve been in her pussy, but you know what I mean.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s… I have Dad. And I had Huna. And I have Ed now. I don’t think I need a mum.”

“Still. Hard to lose someone.”

She nodded. “Hard. I think Ed tried to kill himself. About two years ago. He and dad never tell me anything, but I’m not stupid.”

Josefina nodded. “More wine?”

Harry held out her glass. “Please.”

They sat in silence together. Not awkwardly, not desperately searching for words to fill the air. Just drinking in one another’s warmth. The music downstairs was muffled, but it was loud. She heard a song Eduard liked to play in the car, or while he was baking, shimmying his shoulders as he pummeled dough into the counter. She didn’t know its name, but it made her smile. She found herself tapping her fingers in time against Josefina’s shoulder. She picked up on it and stood up, her hand outstretched to her.

“Dance with me?”

“With- yeah!” She took her hand and pulled herself up. “I don’t know how to-”

“You don’t have to. Just move in whatever way you want.”

“Alright. I can do that.”

She tried not to look too much like her dad’s dancing and failed spectacularly, but it was worth it - Josefina was grinning and the room was lighting up. On impulse, Harry took her hands and swayed them. Josefina went a little pink, but she held onto Harry’s hands.

“See? You’re a good dancer.”

“Well, you’re teaching me. I’m learning from the best.”

“You’re a good learner though.”

...

Tino and Lyubov were 32 when they each gave a speech at their best friends’ wedding.

Tino’s was funny to no one except him, Logan and Eduard. He tried to not make the jokes too dark - it was a wedding, after all - but Eduard had given him the task of keeping it lighthearted and giving that job to Tino only ever went one way.

“He was always a bit nerdy,” Tino was saying, “film nerd, computer nerd, regular nerd. I always thought he needed to go outside and “Marvel” at a pair of titties for once.”

Everyone laughed, even Eduard. Logan started making his pecs dance under his shirt. He laughed harder, blushing.

“He was lovely to have as a cousin, though,” Tino continued, “when the family got together for Christmas and my parents were throwing plates at each other and Ed’s parents were bitching about everything and Vanaema was silently writing them all outta her will, Ed and I would go upstairs. We’d play games and stuff, but one year, we were about thirteen, Ed went on his new laptop, typed in “naked women” on Google Images, then got so scared at his dad finding out he cried until he threw up.”

Eduard buried his face in his hands. He’d tried to forget that.

“He then chucked water over the laptop and buried it in the garden. When his dad asked about it, a few weeks later, he told him he was mugged on the way to school.”

Eduard made a face. He’d been grounded for that. They said he should’ve been more careful. No wonder he always went to Mr and Mrs Cooper for, well, everything. Advice, food, affection, even love. It was a small comfort that the Coopers loved him, when compared to the people who were supposed to be his parents. Eliisabet had carried him for 8 months, given birth to him, and neither she nor Anton appeared to muster even the smallest affection for him.

It was a depressing train of thought to be inspired by his Best Man’s speech. His mother’s appearance had shaken him a little. Logan squeezed his hand.

“I do love him, though,” Tino continued, “and I’m so, so glad we ended up being friends. He’s smart and he’s kind and he’s the strongest person I know, even though he’s got the arms of a blow-up sex doll and a torso Ethiopian children would donate food to.”

No one was laughing, except Logan, loud and thunderous in the stone-cold silence. He slammed his hand on the table, whilst, next to Tino, Berwald looked like he wanted to sink into the ground. Eduard just had no idea how to react. He should’ve proof-read Tino’s speech first. The worst thing was, he kind of wanted to laugh too.

“I’ve never known a better friend. I’ve never known anyone so resilient. And I’ve never known a better match for him than Logan, even if the bar there is low. No offence, Lyubov.”

Both Eduard and Lyubov stared awkwardly at their plates, but neither minded. Eduard would always love Lyubov, but as a dear friend, and that was okay. He needed good friends to keep him out of trouble. She was good for a little bit of quiet. They met up for coffee when they could.

“I realised Logan was perfect for Eduard when someone who will remain nameless - let’s just call him Captain Smegma - got himself injured. Captain Smegma really fucked things up for Ed. And my first thought when he got injured was that Logan did it. My second thought was that Logan would do it. My third was that anyone who would beat the shit out of Captain Smegma for Ed was the right guy for him. He needs people behind him. And if the time they accidentally butt-dialed me is any indication, Logan’s happy to be behind him.”

Eduard buried his face in his hands. Tino leaned over to him. “Suffer.”

“Knee-dialed, actually.”

“Doesn’t change things.”

“When is this speech planning on ending?”

“I’ve got pages of this.”

“I hate you.”

“This is the build-up, man. You haven’t even heard the climax. Much unlike me, the time you knee-dialed me.”

“I will go back in time and murder our Vanaema so neither of us have to exist.”

“After hearing that? Not complaining. You moan like a hentai girl.”

“Tino!”

Lyubov nodded in agreement. So did Logan.

“Traitors!”

“Anyway,” Tino stood up straight, addressing the other guests again, who had just had to learn more than they would have liked about Eduard’s moaning habits. “the truth is, I always knew Logan was the guy for Eddie. He was the one making plan after plan to save him when he was going through hell with Captain Smegma and he’s the one who’s taken care of Ed since we were kids. He’s kind. And he makes Ed smile like I don’t think anyone else can.”

Eduard looked at Logan and smiled.

“See? Like that. Sickening.”

Logan smiled back and kissed him. 16-year-old Eduard was quaking. He felt warm and safe, like everything was going to be okay. People started clapping. They were clapping for him and Logan, and their happiness. The room was full of people who wanted the best for him, who wanted him and Logan to feel safe and be in love. He wasn’t a fan of being clapped for, but it still made him grin through his blushing.

He’d never been alone. It was just Gunner had been very talented in convincing him otherwise. And now the trick had worn away, Gunner was out of his life, and things were looking up.

He’d won.

“Logan and Eduard, everybody. Lubey, take the floor.” The polite shower of clapping didn’t drown out Logan laughing at “Lubey”.

Lyubov got up, adjusting her dress and trying not to look nervous. “Not quite sure how I’m going to live up to that speech, but I’ll do my best. I- I met Ed and Logan at uni, and-” She was already tearing up. “And now they’re here. When Ed asked me to be his - and I quote - second best woman, I… well, initially I wondered if your ex doing a speech at your wedding is a little frowned upon. Logan told me to suck it up and do it. He also requested that I tell the next person who tells me I’m brave for being up here to shush. Or, something a little less nice.”

She glanced around, fiddling with the strap on her dress.

“Despite everything,” Lyubov continued, “I’m glad to have grown up with them. We were a right little squad, Eduard, Logan, me,” she faltered, “Hunapo. Honestly, I’d always thought nothing would change if Ed and Logan got together. Weird thing to think about your boyfriend, but it is what it is. They loved each other. I didn’t like thinking about it back then, but now it feels right, seeing them together.” She tipped her glass at Logan. “No hard feelings. You and Ed are made for each other.”

Logan smiled sheepishly.

“I could talk about all their embarrassing moments,” she continued, “especially Ed’s, but it just feels too mean.”

“Coward,” Tino called out.

She ignored him and raised her glass. “To Logan and Eduard, the most amazing couple I know.”

...

Logan Sr was 56, far too old to have his tie around his forehead and sing classic rock with the wedding band, but he was going to do it anyway. His boys were happy, he’d consumed his weight in lager, and he was going to have fun. And when he was eventually kicked off the stage, he went to tearfully congratulate the happy couple.

“My boys! ”

Logan begrudgingly accepted his rib-crushing hug. “Have you had a few too many, dad?”

“Nonsense.” He kissed his cheek. He had a very wet mouth. “I’ve had just enough.”

“So, no more?”

“Well, I didn’t say that. ” He laughed and tried to look Eduard straight in the eyes. His height made it very difficult but he figured it out eventually. “Eduard.”

“Yeah?”

“Give me your face.”

“My- what?”

“I can’t reach it. Could you be a dear and crouch down a little for me?”

Feeling a little bit stupid, Eduard arranged his legs into a squat. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect.” Logan Sr put his hands on either side of his face. “I just- I wanted to tell you. I remember when you were a tiny little boy. You were so small.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean, you looked about four until you were fifteen! You shot right up! All of a sudden my son’s best friend was a skyscraper!”

“I remember.”

“You got so lovely and tall. And lovely. You turned into such a lovely man.”

Eduard glanced at his husband for rescue but Logan was too busy trying not to fall off his chair laughing. Traitor.

“You’ll be good to my Loggie, won’t you? Even though he smells a bit funny sometimes.”

“I will. Promise.”

He hugged him. “You were always such a sweet kid. It was a shame about your parents. And ears.”

“What’s wrong with my ears?”

“Nothing, son. You grew into them.”

“You did,” Logan Jr agreed.

Eduard sighed. “I did.” He saw the school photos every day on his way to bed. He’d looked like a satellite with a bowl cut.

“But look at you now! You’re so grown up! You’re getting married! You’re tall!”

“Well. It comes with being 32.”

“Such a tall man. And a good one! You look after my little boy, won’t you?”

“I promise.”

“Logan, you look after my other little boy.”

“We’ll take care of each other,” Logan promised, “Why don’t you sit down for a bit?”

Logan Sr nodded. “Might be best, son.” He let the couple carry him back to his seat, and wife.

“Having fun?” asked Layla, the skin around her eyes crinkling.

“Yes dear,” he kissed her cheek. “Just saying how proud I am of the boys. Look at them! Married!” He patted Eduard’s jacket. “After everything, you’re still standing, both of you.”

Eduard pulled him into a hug, burying his face in the man’s wild, curly hair. “I love you too, dad,” he mumbled.

...

Logan and Eduard were 32 when they finally got married.

As everyone was winding down, Reilly having finally wheeled themself to exhaustion and fallen asleep on Layla’s lap; Harry still nowhere to be seen, huddled up in a strange corner of the venue with Josefina; and Lyubov currently trying to outdrink Tino and sing all the parts of Bohemian Rhapsody; Logan and Eduard escaped outside into the garden.

“Good day?”

Eduard nodded.

“Shame about your mum. And Lars.”

Eduard shrugged. “I can handle Lars. I think he was genuinely trying to say sorry. I don’t want to see him, but the sentiment’s there.”

“And your mum?”

“My mum doesn’t even know I did drugs. Or tried to kill myself. Or anything .”

“Back when we were kids, “my mum doesn’t know about the drugs” was a good thing.”

Eduard laughed. “I mean, yeah, but I’m a grown-up now. And I almost died.”

“Don’t think you’d have had to worry about that back then.”

“How so?”

“Because, Eddie, you were too much of a dweeb to get your hands on any.”

“Fair.”

There was no one around, so Eduard took a chance and kissed Logan’s cheek. Logan smiled and kissed his back.

“I love you,” he whispered. Eduard nodded.

“I love you too. Thanks for… well, thanks for everything. Thanks for marrying me.” Did he sound stupid? He felt like he sounded stupid. Logan still looked at him like he wasn’t, though.

“Well. It’s been years since I’ve seen you in a suit. You really pull them off.”

“You say that like you’re wanting to do the honours for me,” he teased.

“Well… maybe after everyone’s gone home.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe, maybe.”

They drifted into comfortable silence. Logan watched him as they rambled through the garden, amongst hedgerows and neat flowerbeds. He looked at Eduard not only like he was worth something, but that he was the most important person in the world. Once or twice, he got so distracted watching him that he walked straight into a hedge. Eduard pretended not to notice, but he was blushing in the gloom.

Logan smiled to himself, looking down at his shoes. The flowerbed was rich with plant life, neat little stones almost hidden in the gloom. He bent down and picked up an especially smooth one.

“What’s that?” asked Eduard, watching him wipe compost off it.

“Wedding gift,” he replied. “Good things happen when I get you a rock.” He passed it to Eduard, who looked down at it in silence. It was grey and cool, and fit happily in his palm. “I know it doesn’t have any fossils,” he added, “but it’s still a cool rock.”

“I like a cool rock,” Eduard leaned against Logan’s arm, admiring the stone before slipping it into his pocket. It would go nicely with the first rock Logan gave him, on his shelf, in his and Logan’s bedroom.

“I think things are looking up,” Logan stroked his hair. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but we got a lotta life ahead of us.”

Eduard nodded. “I think we’re gonna be okay.”

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