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meganlpie · 6 months

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I Can Still Sense Him

Based on this request: Hey, if requests are still open I was going to ask for a Supernatural request where the reader (fem) is Gabriel’s human mate. When he dies shes devastated and everyone says she’s delusional because she can still…sense him. But then he really is alive and decides he can’t take hiding anymore and just comes back out into the open To be with her

Here you are, lovely! As always, I do not own ANY SPN characters. They belong to the writers/creators of the show.

Warnings: Destined mates, angst(mentions of death), fluff, and it's a little short.

Pairings: Gabriel x fem!reader, The Winchesters.

Most people would hate someone that caused the "death" of a person they cared for multiple times. But when you officially met Gabriel, you didn't see the same Trickster that the Winchesters saw. You saw someone broken and lonely. Someone a lot like you. You also immediately saw that he was not a typical Trickster. You'd seen his wings. A sign of an angel's destined mate.

So of course, you'd pleaded with the Winchesters to let him go. They had trusted your judgment and did as you asked. After that, Gabriel made a habit of popping in to see you every now and again. You certainly didn't mind. Even if you hadn't known you were destined mates, the connection between you two was undeniable. You spent as much time as you could with him.

He made you laugh, no matter the situation, and after a while, you could not deny that you fell in love with him. You got butterflies whenever he turned those honey-colored eyes on you. Or when he smiled at you. You wanted to be with him as often as possible. But, before you could admit to the mischievous angel that you loved him, he was gone. Taken from you.

After the Winchesters and Castiel told you about Gabriel's death, you were devastated to say the least. You completely shut down. Hardly ate or slept, refused to hunt. You became a shell of yourself for what seemed like a long time. But just when you were at your lowest, you started to feel…something. You couldn't describe it, but it almost felt like Gabriel was still with you in some way. There were times you felt so at ease, like you could feel him hugging you close or hear him whispering in your ear. It brought you peace whenever you were alone.

When the Winchesters questioned why you suddenly started acting like yourself again, you couldn't really explain it. You knew they'd jump to the different, albeit possible, conclusion that you were being haunted by something else. Or they'd think you were crazy. But the two men were very persistent and didn't trust sudden changes in the people they cared about or hunted with. So you had to try and explain.

"I-I don't know how to explain it, guys. I just…started feeling better. Like Gabriel's still with me. Like he's here and helping me." As you suspected, the two exchanged a look like they didn't believe you.

"Gabriel's gone, Y/N," Sam said softly, earning an eye roll from you. "I know that, Sam! Can't you let me have just a little sense of peace for once?! I lost the love of my life, something I thought you of all people would understand!" You didn't wait for him to reply before you got up and stomped out of the room. Was it a low blow? Yes. But you felt Sam had it coming in that moment.

For weeks after that, you didn't speak to Sam at all and talked to Dean only when you had to. He had not said anything to you about your feelings, but you knew he thought you were insane as well. Even Cas thought there was something wrong with you. Still, you held onto that feeling, that sense, that Gabriel was somehow still with you. Even if it was only in spirit. Then, it happened.

You were in Vegas (go figure) with the boys on a hunt. The hunt lead you to a hotel room. Dean wanted to go crashing into the room like an 80s TV cop, but you rolled your eyes and knocked on the door. The door opened and you swore your heart stopped.

"Hey, Sweetcheeks. Miss me?"

"G-Gabriel?" you squeaked out as tears formed in your eyes and you lowered your weapon. He smiled at you. Turning to Dean beside you, you asked, "Am I dreaming? Am I dead?" Dean simply shook his head, unable to form words. You wasted no time in launching yourself into the archangel's arms. Gabriel let out a huff followed by a light laugh.

"I missed you too, Lollipop." You gripped onto the back of his shirt as he held you. "I knew I felt you." He laughed again. "Sorry I disappeared on you. I had to make dear Luci think I was gone. My…buddy Loki's been letting me hide out as him for a while, but I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see you again," his whispered to you. "I'm just gonna…" Dean stated, trailing off before turning to leave you and Gabriel alone.

Gabriel lead you fully into the room and shut the door. "The guys thought I was crazy," you stated and Gabriel shook his head. "I wanted to make sure you knew I'd never leave you if I didn't have to." You gripped onto him again. Truthfully, you were terrified to let go. "It's alright," Gabriel whispered, "I'm sticking around for a while. I'm not leaving my mate alone again." And when his lips met yours for the first time in so long, you knew he was telling the truth.

(a/n: I hope you like it! Also, how do we feel about Gabriel calling the reader "Lollipop"? I thought it was a cute nickname, but if you hate it, I won't use it in future Gabriel fics.)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @sirkekselord @aikibriarrose @lady-of-lies @motleymoose @esoltis280 @stories-by-shanna-p @dark-angel-is-back @supernatural4life2022

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#supernatural #spn #gabriel #gabriel x reader

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bcacstuff · 5 months

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Will you please post all the date ID suggestions you no doubt have gotten 😂

Well I sure have a crazy, hilarious inbox.... not all ID suggestions though...

He followed her because she was on Fallon. He's not gonna follow someone he just was on a date with 😂

Nah don't think so, you can hardly see the woman at all, so quite impossible to ID

😂 don't know how you can see any age from the bit we see.... and about the hair cut... I don't think so, he's in the back of a pic, it is a bit grainy but it totally looks to me like he just has combed it backwards, it's the same length...

He does need a good hair cut though, the hair is far too lng. hope he goes to Ciona when he's back in London and before he gets on the Sunday Brunch show...

Fair enough, and yes everyone goes crazy when he sits next to a woman. But he can have a date, doesn't mean he jumps into the bed with one immediately.

Yes he posted at 1.15am last night. He can have a date that evening, be out with a woman and get back at the hotel and post before he goes to sleep. Again, why would he sit alone in his room or be with AN all the time? And again, no hair cut

Just combed backwards....

She confirmed it was last night... i posted the conversation. lol at Alex being there, where? does it look that way?? I don't think so. btw. Alex was posting on IG, the story he reposted hours later on.

I don't know what you guys expect when he has a date... that he stays all night with her? He can go on a date, have a nice evening, and go back to his hotel afterwards, no? And get up early the next morning as well, no? Can you have a dinner date or a night out, without ending spending the whole night together? Or is that impossible.

Do I have an agenda? Geesh are you new on my blog... go read before you jump to conclusions about my agenda please, and come off Anon if you want to make these kind of stupid statements. Gosh, your message sounds a bit pathetic, sorry... not sorry.

Random pic? Sorry but why are you all so upset and in denial. Can't the guy go on a date, have a drink with a woman? Am I saying he's gonna marry her? Or take her on a next holiday? Or... whatever...??? What.'s wrong with you people? I don't see a bottle of SS on the table, and I don't think Alex is hiding or just went to the mens room... smh

You mean, there's not any bar or restaurant open in West Village after 5 pm? In NYC?? Uhm... and how did these girls get in to celebrate?

Omygosh are you for real???? Geesh... so in your opinion you need to face each other, or else it's not a date...

Okay people believe what you want, but don't get so effing upset when he's seen with a woman in a bar. He's a single man, he can go on a date. He's not your boyfriend, he' not cheating on you. Don't get into all kind of hilarious denying excuses. Not necessary... He's gonna be back in the UK anyway in a couple of days. So don't get your nickers twisted.

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razorblade180 · 5 months

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Story Quest drama

Does anyone else find it incredibly weird how many Genshin fans are upset with Paimon and Traveler after Furina’s quest? Like the way people are cherry picking certain parts of scenes and misrepresenting the situation is astounding. I’m not going to pretend Paimon and Traveler didn’t throw a couple jabs but for the majority of back of forth is just banter and the common bluntness they bring. In no way were they trying to gaslight or manipulate Furina.

Furina said she didn’t want to join on stage. Paimon asked if there were any exceptions, and Furina say she didn’t want to leave an out for herself. Hearing that, they immediately pivot the conversation to asking her if she knows anyone who could help. That is literally workshopping a problem 101 and constructive problem solving. I don’t get why people are painting that as pressuring. They heard her stance and seeked a solution that respected her decision and allowed them to continue trying to help their employer.

Furina punches down on herself by saying she didn’t know anyone because they were probably happy she was gone; to which one of the dialogue options boils down to “that’s not a good to assume” because it isn’t. Paimon’s next question was if she had any idea, which causes Furina to get agitated before immediately apologizing because once again, Paimon’s question wasn’t in any way trying to get Furina to buckle. The two of them are essentially checking of a mental list to see where they should go to try solve their commission. Paimon even clarifies this with her before they part ways and Paimon says “Oh well. We have to respect her decision”

Even when they get back to the guild, Paimon tells them for personal reasons, Furina can’t help; as well as clarifying the misconceptions the actress had about Furina being rude. In no way were the duo planning on circling back or involving Furina any further and only gets roped back in after getting caught spying. Furina herself admits she just started drawing lines in the sand without hearing the situation before trying to apologize, to which Paimon tells her everything is completely fine and nothing that just happened was taken personally. You could argue Furina didn’t have anything to apologize for and that’s fine, but even in game, nobody was expecting one and told her everything is fine.

Tiny rant but it’s a bit annoying how people are quick to clip certain dialogue to paint them negatively, while completely ignoring the parts Paimon and the Traveler actively tell Furina she shouldn’t be so hard on herself, it’s okay not to force things, and talking about how she’s finally free to live how she wants. But they want clip the part where Paimon said she first thought Furina was diva; a sane assumption to have after she tried immediately getting them arrested on a ridiculous charge for the sake of hyping the crowd. Was it a little rude? Yeah. Has Paimon never called it like she saw it? No. We’ve heard Kaveh’s backstory and both her and the traveler still went “You should really try and get your life together before something happens” because it’s the blunt yet honest truth. If isn’t Diluc, Klee, Xiao, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Dehya, or Collei, Paimon will find an issue. The others can do no wrong. 💀

Anyway, I just think it’s a bit ridiculous how some people acting. Especially when several weeks ago Furina and “girl failure” was always in the same sentence while people applauded Arlecchino for dragging someone when ultimately she also didn’t know dick about the situation and basically did a gymnastics performance the way she jumped to certain conclusions. I love that people love Furina, but let’s not get crazy now when two people choose to approach her in a casual dynamic instead of super gently and emphatically. If anything, Furina is getting the normal human experience of having people that actually hate her in Poisson, the troupe idolizing her, Neuvillette and Navia being sweet, and the Traveler and Paimon being casual friends.

You know what’s actually insane!? Shenhe talking about her dead family and backstory then the scene ends with Paimon saying “cut the chitchat. We’re trying to win a contest.” THAT was actually out of pocket. 💀

#genshin impact #razor rambles #gi aether #gi lumine #gi furina #gi paimon

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rel312 · 9 months

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What I loved about WWDITS S5 Episode 5 (SPOILERS!!!):

“De Laurentis”

“In that house just over there. With my friends. ‘It’s fun”

“Which I do for my mental health as well as my physical health”

“Not since the great flood in 1892, Joanna. That was a big boy”

Nandor’s having so many gray lines and I’m not even 2 minutes in yet

*Steals mic* “because 1892 was a year that was not in my, uh, human lifespan, but 1992 definitely was” he’s killing me

Nandor whining and running away

“Oh shitty shit I fucked it”

“Shot shit shot shit shit shit shit”

The way Nandor’s voice broke on Guillermo

The way all the vampires are going crazy and jumping to conclusions because Nandor is an idiot

Nandor needing Guillermo’s cause he knows he’s the only one that can fix this

Guillermo’s aunt asking the camera guys if they’re hungry

Guillermo immediately watching when he sees Nandor

His side eye

Nandor trying to hypnotize everyone but getting cut off

Nadja having dyed her hair out of stress

Nadja having go bags for emergencies since she’s had to be kicked out before

“It’s alright, my darling, I’ll protect you. Be calm” Laszlo is so sweet

“He is not back yet is he?” Nandor you are not subtle

The Guide going on TV

Sean screaming being overheard by the news people

“If they don’t go it’ll just be you and I, into the night”

Nandor getting in the bag

Nandor having tried the second bag

The fact that Guillermo constantly has the same conversation with his mom because he doesn’t want to say goodbye

The fact that Nadja dyed the doll’s hair too

Laszlo and Nadja’s teary goodbye

The Guide dying her hair with Nadja

Nandor trying to bring everyone together

Colin Robinson accidentally trapping himself

Nandor throwing the knife to cut him down

“We can survive quite easily without you” he’s so upset Guillermo wasn’t there but that was so uncalled for

Nandor not understanding why Guillermo wanted to leave after that

The vamps in free background of the newscast trying to kidnap Joanna d then immediately losing the car in the sinkhole

Colin Robinson setting the van on fire

The vamps flying on camera

Them all turning into bags and leaving Colin Robinson

The vamps breaking into the news station

Nadja and Nandor continuing the news

The Guide and Joanna in the corner

The blood spatter

Laszlo’s emphasis on “blood”

Guillermo with the booby traps

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twilightrocksfanfic · 11 months

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Do y'all ever think about the implications of werewolves in popular fiction like Twilight?

The way a werewolf is always someone who is poor or disadvantaged or outright a minority race?

The way people will always describe that character as savage uncontrollable and dangerous, and coincidentally its always someone who is of 'lower class'.

In Twilight when Bella sees the wolves for the first time she immediately jumps to the conclusion that they're the once killing (which doesn't make any sense because the bodies are most likely drained of blood which a medical examiner would figure out pretty easily, which also makes it really unlikely it was an animal attack in the first place).

The thought that it could be a vampire (for instance the one that just threatened her life) barely even crosses her mind.

And then when she finds out that Jacob is one of the wolves she's immediately like 'its wrong Jake' yeah you're right, that fact that this 16 year old child had his entire life altered because your boyfriend's family just didn't care how them living there influences the people around them is certainly wrong but somehow that's not what she means.

She actually has the audacity to tell Jacob that. The crazy thing about that is that the Cullens have killed, they also had no control over becoming a vampire but being a vampire wasn't in their DNA from the day they were born.

And of course, they're white and extremely rich, both things which Jacob is not.

It feels like that just implies that those aspects of his identy are inherently tied to his uncontrollability and savageness (labels given by the Cullen's, not me) and that one would not exist without the other.

When you look at other werewolves in Media they're almost always depicted as inherently wild and also, almost always, as poor and or part of a minority group.

#twilight saga #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight renaissance #smeyer #bella swan #twilight wolf pack #werewolves #werewolf

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austin-chr-2-0 · 1 month

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Can we all just, as a group, collectively stop pretending that the Chucky series is actually a good show?

I promise it isn’t. It’s nothing short than a literal fetish bait that you see on TikTok. I’ll admit, Don’s show was enjoyable in S1. This is no hate or coming after anyone, I’m simply stating what I see.

Not only is the plot more confusing than my gender identity, there’s clear racism in the show. Am I the only one who finds it so hilarious that Don nearly killed off almost every POC character? And only kept the one that was apart of the “main couple” thing Don is doing that’s equivalent to the foolishness they did in Highschool Musical? One of my good friends did a whole blog on it, their name is Mys and I’ll link it.

And not to mention how Don literally admitted to Jake being a self insert. Let me repeat that for those in the back — HE ADMITTED JAKE IS A SELF INSERT. Meaning that the only reason Devon is alive because he’s an extension of DON’S SELF INSERT. Don literally said that his experiences with Jake are “similar” like sir, just admit it already. And don’t get me started on the poor writing here.

Dambala and Christianity? This isn’t paganism bro, and Dambala is technically voodoo and hoodoo, and those different religions have Catholic and Christian roots and similar tools. Also, I don’t mean to point out the elephant in the room but Chucky and Tiffany are white. Hoodoo and Voodoo and the practice of Dambala is a closed practice specifically for who?? African people. And this is just the tip of the iceberg. How come nobody fucking points out how Alyvina, Lexy’s actor, gets sexualized left and right?

And so does Devon’s actor. And I would like everyone to realize that Devon and Lexy’s actors, BJ and Alyvina are technically MINORS. Zachary is an ADULT. So imagine how it must look being a minor making out with a full ass grown adult. That is CRAZY.

And I know what everyone is going to say; “Well there’s consenting so it doesn’t matter” and “Well the show had better representation, I’d like to see you do better” and worst of all “What did you expect the show to be 💀 It’s TV-14, meaning that it’s gonna be swearing, sex talk, gore” and I know what the Don apologists are probably thinking; that I’m just randomly coming after a show but it’s far from it, if you took the time to read this editorial.

And let me break it down before everyone gets to typing and removing. I’m not saying it should be all cupcakes and rainbows. I’m saying these characters should have more characterization. Devon’s confession being deleted was the worst “fuck you” decision ever. We could’ve had a chance for Devon to get characterized and show some vulnerability.

But no. Of course not.

And instead of taking a season to focus on Devon, we have a random YT character — Grant. Again, nothing for Devon. As an African American gay individual, I resided with Devon a lot and I was so confused on how he rarely has characterization. We don’t even get to see him have a grieving process!

I believe, no, I KNOW Don is using something that was introduced in Scandal, a tv show — this method is called dog whistle media/politics. It’s basically racism, sexism, homophobia, all that good stuff in a language so coded that it only affects the person they’re targeting. Like a dog whistle.

So when Don kills off POC characters, sexualizes children, doesn’t let Devon be emotional or vulnerable, IMMEDIATELY jumped into sex in S3, trust that POC and lgbtq people and creepy mfs on Reddit know EXACTLY what Don is doing. It’s a fine line between made for mature audiences and made for creepy audiences. Like the Wren situation on TikTok.

The only reason you all defend this show is because it stimulates you, in a weird, arousal kind of stimulation way or the simple fact it’s all the representation you all really have, and you shouldn’t settle for less.

For people who get stimulated by this show; It’s gross. You’re gross. Receive therapy.

In conclusion, the Chucky series by Don Mancini is not a good show. It is a cash cow, and a lengthened fetish post on TikTok. Do what you want, but I will tell you, if you enjoy that show, it’s not just because of the representation. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

#devon evans #jake wheeler #chucky #chucky series #chucky 2021 #austintalks

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daidonzo · 1 year

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Chapter 19 - Are you strong enough to stand? [Chishiya x Reader]

Of course, you didn't know what an anti-tank rifle was.

But Chishiya did.

And it didn't seem like the time to ask questions, because dozens of people were running towards you. Some of them were also getting huge chunks of them blown off. To put it briefly.

"A gun is doing that!?" You screamed, joining the runners after two seconds of initial surprise. "Why don't we hide behind cars, if it's a gun!?"

"It's pointless." Chishiya was also running behind you, his voice… mildly agitated, maybe. Like this was a minor inconvenience in his day.

"Has the game already started?" Usagi was panting, having a much more natural reaction to the fact that some maniac psycho killer was putting holes that were about the size of your head in people. "Have they explained the rules?"

"I don't know." You felt tired after your sprint. You should have done a lot more cardio in the real world.

"There aren't rules, it's just mass murder!" Ah, that was calming. Thank you, Arisu.

"That rifle can fire from a kilometer away." Chishiya said, all of you hiding behind a building, stopping for a second to catch your breath.

"I've heard the sound of that gun before." Kuina commented, after hearing some more noises.

You blinked twice, three times. Unbelievable. "You guys can differentiate guns by their sounds? Aren't they all equally terrifying?" You wanted to scream at them, losing your nerves. You decided against it - it wouldn't be of any help.

"Now they're using an assault rifle."

"How many are there?" You asked to Usagi, who was sticking her head out the side of the structure, to see.

"They're coming this way, run!" Was the what you received for an answer. And so you did.

People were pushing you, running in all directions, screaming, crying. You weren't particularly silent either, only you were blaspheming and screaming both in your mother tongue and Japanese. You fell to the ground one, two, three times, always standing up as soon as you could, running until you started to feel your lungs would give out, trying not to focus on all the dead bodies you had to jump over.

You ended on one of the main streets leading to Shibuya, hiding behind a car with Kuina and Chishiya, having lost Usagi and Arisu on the way. Or so you thought, because Kuina saw them, on the other way of the road.

"That idiot… He's helping someone!"

You were on a particularly awful mood (which is what getting chased by a lunatic zealot does to people, honestly) and chose to keep silent, just hoping they were safe. Also, maybe not saying anything wasn't too much of a bad thing - then the crazy shooter wouldn't hear you. But Kuina stood up, and kept screaming. "Arisu, you'll die if you don't stay focus!"

You grabbed her hand and pulled her downwards, just in time, because that damned psychopath was now shooting in your direction.

"Where the hell are they shooting from!?" You asked, panicked. Was he omnipresent? Omnipotent?

Chishiya shouldered you to get your attention, and pointed towards something in the sky.

"King of Spades." He simply said, the massive zeppelin with that card flying menacingly over your heads. You looked immediately in another direction. The whole situation gave you the creeps and you felt like staring would summon him somehow.

"I have something for you two." Chishiya got out of his pocket three… Cans of soda? With some wires, and some duct tape. "A good luck charm."

"A home-made bomb?" You asked. He smirked, again, seeming impressed with and almost quite proud of you. What he didn't know is that you had been a very mischievous kid. The terror of the neighborhood. And a single child, which meant extra boredom and a plus five in creativity.

You heard shooting again. Arisu and Usagi suddenly appeared behind the car next to yours.

"We can't run, he will shoot us!" She exclaimed. You were trying to think what to do, reaching no conclusions, when you heard the sound of the horn of a car, getting closer and closer. And saw one of those old, fancy cars stopping where you were at. Ann was driving, and Tatta was in the passenger's seat.

"GET IN!" He yelled at you.

Usagi, Arisu and Kuina got in the car. You were next, running as fast as you could, which was not much. Chishiya was behind you, more waddling than actually sprinting, both his hands on his pockets.

"Could you not!?" You turned to scream at him, stopping for a second, fearing he wouldn't make it.

Only, none of you would.

A round, small, object was then thrown, landing between you and the vehicle. A hand grenade, but you didn't see it.

"Shit. DRIVE!" Chishiya shouted, pushing you to the ground, behind a car and jumping on top of you right after.

The grenade exploded, your friends left and the blonde man covered your mouth with his hand.

"Sh." He slowly lifted his hand. What was he, afraid you were going to yell at him for literally dropping you head first to the ground and throwing himself on you as if you were both a pair of WWE fighters? Of course not. He saved your life, even if he probably gave you a concussion.

Besides, you heard the footsteps. A heavy, big man, by the sound of them.

You were petrified. "Please, please, please, don't focus on us." You repeated it in your head, like a mantra.

"It's fine. We are fine." Whispered Chishiya after a while of not hearing anything or anyone, his body still on top of yours, every centimeter of them touching and pressing against each other.

You were knocking on death's door just a few minutes ago, but you still noticed.

And blood rushed to your cheeks.

He perceived it and smiled, slyly.

"Now is not the moment to toy with my emotions." You whispered, getting redder and redder by the minute and pushing him off of you, adopting a seating position. "We were just about to die!"

Surprisingly, he conceded. "You are right. We need to get out of here."

"Where are we going? The others are probably kilometres away by now." God, you hoped they were fine. At least alive and kicking.

"The only way for the King of Spades to not attack us any longer is to play another game."

"You have to be kidding me."

"I will be with you."

You clenched your teeth. It was not like you had any other option, was it?

"Fine. Which one?"

"Not so fast. We should rest, get some sleep. Otherwise we won't be clear-headed enough to play."

"I don't think I've ever been clear-headed enough to play."

He smiled at that, stood up, and helped you do the same.

"Are you alright?"

"Mentally? I need an expert's opinion. Physically? My head hurts from hitting the ground." You lifted your head to touch where it was painful, and winced. There was a growing bump. "I've been in worse. You?"

"Fine."

Both of you started walking. The immense zeppelin was going south, so you had decided to go north. Away from the King of Spades and on the way to the Jack of Hearts.

You gathered supplies on the way, and took cover in some empty apartment building, just as you did when you first joined forces.

The day turned into night.

Both of you were lying on a double bed. Chishiya was sleeping, or so it seemed, since he was lying on his back, breathing slowed, calm expression on his face, the pillow perfectly placed under the curve of his neck. He looked like an advertisement you would find in a doctor's office. "This is the ideal position for sleeping!" Unlike you, who usually woke up a tangled mess, arm below your head, neck twisted, legs bent.

But you couldn't drift into the arms of Morpheus. Worry had been creeping up to you and you had been pushing it away all day, but it was like postponing your alarm clock a thousand times in the moment - you would have to wake up eventually.

You worried about everything. Your friends, the games. Death. Your relationship with Chishiya. If the bruises on your face were subsiding and about a particularly loose tooth you found using your tongue in the back of your mouth.

So you had just been turning around, wishing you had a phone to mindlessly scroll through instagram or tiktok instead of being alone with your thoughts.

"Go to sleep." You heard Chishiya murmur, with the raspy voice of someone who had just woken up.

"I can't."

He opened his eyes, looking at you, and turned his body to face yours, waiting for you to speak.

"Do you think I'm a liability?"

He frowned.

"What makes you say that?"

"You and Arisu are super smart. Usagi runs like Usain Bolt, and can climb any surface. Kuina is like the queen of martial arts. What is my talent? How do I not put you at a disadvantage?"

"You are a jack of all trades."

"Ha, ha. Very funny."

"I mean it." He didn't look like he was going to say anything else, but seeing as you remained silent, he continued. "You're intelligent, you're smart. Creative and resourceful. You always have not one, but twenty possible solutions, even before a problem arises."

You loved hearing him compliment you. You were almost purring.

"Tell me more."

"No. I answered your question, now go to sleep."

"Chishiya!" You pushed your bottom lip forward, pouting. "Can I ask another question, then?"

"Just one more."

"Are you really going to look for me in the real world? When we get out here?" You emphasized the word when, knowing he would like that. You wouldn't have used it.

He looked surprised, if only for a second. "Yes."

"But here we have a similar life, there's nothing we can do about it. In the real world, not so much… I don't even live in Tokyo permanently!"

"Planes exist."

"I just think you wouldn't like it much. Or me. Or the way I live."

You were dumping all of your thoughts on him, without a warning or giving him time to prepare.

"I like almost everything about you."

"Almost!?"

"The fact that you are not letting me sleep is quite irritating." He sighed and faced upwards once again. "I will look for you in the real world for three reasons."

"Yes?"

"One, I never lied when I said I found you fascinating, take it as a case study. Two, you wouldn't have it any other way."

That was most likely true.

"Three, I can't imagine my life without you any longer."

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broadstbroskis · 1 year

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choosing you | william nylander

a/n: rolling in late (as usual) for @antoineroussel winter fic exchange! demi, thank you for running such a wonderful fic exchange, as always! you are an angel among us for organizing this!

i had the absolute pleasure of writing for @nylwnder. i was so so SO excited to write this for you darling! i hope you enjoy!

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“I’m going to be alone forever!”

Nobody even turns to look when Will throws himself in the booth. At one end, Auston and Morgan are talking about their plans for the Raptors game this weekend while Tessa tries to shove her way to Morgan’s other side to join a more interesting conversation.

Jordan and Mikey and Marissa and Alex are next to them, comparing cute stories about their dogs. Occasionally, they’ll catch Mitch’s attention and he’ll sneak a peek at whatever picture or video has been pulled up and then throw a comment in about how Zeus is the best dog ever, before jumping right back into the debate that he’s having with you, Steph, Justin, and Audrey about which would win in a fight, a gorilla or a grizzly bear.

“I don’t know how you don’t choose bear!” Justin repeats, even as Audrey is shaking her head at him.

“Hello?” Will whines, leaning against you. “ Did anyone hear me?”

“Being overdramatic?” You pat your hand against his, kind of patronizingly, but this type of behavior from Will isn’t really anything new. “We heard. We just don’t believe it.” You pivot right back into the debate. “Let that gorilla take a swing at ya, buddy. That’s how you don’t choose bear.”

“Thank you!” Audrey cries.

“I got people 6ft tall coming at me everyday! Bring it!” Justin throws his hands up in a challenge.

“You’re both crazy!” Steph looks at you and Audrey and shakes her head.

“People survive bear attacks!” You argue.

Mitch nods. “Gorillas are fucking savage!”

“Oh you know this from all your personal experience hanging out with gorillas?” Steph asks.

“How-how did we get here?” Will frowns, still draped over you and begging for attention.

“Well we somehow started with whether you’d rather fight the one horse sized duck or one hundred duck sized horses.” Justin explains. “But obviously, that’s-”

“-the horse sized duck.” You all chime in together.

“Oh, of course.” Will says, like your obvious conclusion was the one everyone would have reached (it should be).

“And it spiraled from there.” Audrey says.

“I, too, am spiraling.” Will tells her and she immediately fights back a laugh. “Because I’m going to die alone.”

“I guess we have to do this, then?” Justin sighs.

“You are the married couple who’s supposed to like, have your shit together and offer good advice.” Mitch says.

“Hold up, we did not sign up for that!” Audrey says, as you and Steph laugh. “We’re like, the fun older siblings that you still get in trouble with. John and Aryne are your stable adults.”

“Can we get back to me?” Will jumps in quickly, probably worried that’s about to start another tangent.

“What’s to get back to?” You ask him. “Break ups suck. Get yourself a drink, and then a lot more, and you’ll feel worse in the morning at first, but then a little better.”

Audrey laughs at what’s become your time honored method for getting over breakups. “It just takes time, babe.” She tells him, which just makes Will look murderous. “You’ll find the right girl eventually.”

“I saw a meme the other day that everyone meets their soulmate by the time they’re like 22.” Alex turns and adds in. “So maybe you already have.”

“That was a meme?” Marissa frowns at him.

“Well nah, the meme was about like, not wanting to dive down that hole again or something.” Marissa gives Alex another look that has you all laughing. “It was funnier when you saw it, okay!” Alex protests.

“Mhmm.” She says, entirely unimpressed and Alex pulls his phone back from Mikey to start scrolling through instagram for it.

“Finally, something helpful.” Will says, finally pulling back from you.

“What?” You ask, looking over to him, sure you heard him wrong. “What’d you just say?”

“That’s it. I’m going to go back and date all the girls I’ve already dated.”

“What?” You repeat, sure that your face is doing...something.

“That’s what Kerf just said!”

“I don’t-I don’t think that’s what he said at all.” Steph says, looking around her, like she’s waiting for confirmation from the rest of you.

“How did you get that from what he just said?” Justin asks.

Will doesn’t even look phased at either of those comments, barreling on. “It’s genius. I’ve already found the right girl. I just have to figure out which girl I’ve dated is the right girl.”

Audrey bites her lip to fight back a laugh, but when she speaks, she’s looking directly at you. “Maybe the right girl is closer than you think.”

You send a glare at her across the table, but thankfully, Will seems too focused on figuring out what he wants to drink to try and figure out any cryptic clues she might have been trying to drop to him.

-----

“Audrey was right!” He announces to you the next afternoon, when he lets himself in your apartment after practice.

“About what?” You frown, barely looking up from your laptop and the spreadsheet you’re trying to fix.

“The right girl being closer than I think!”

Your heart stops and your head flies up. Will’s grinning back at you. He looks soft and rumpled after practice, arriving to your place in sweats and a hat, wearing his glasses, and looking like he’s ready to crash on your couch and stay there (you’d let him- you’d let him do that and more, ugh these feelings were the worst), but this? Him coming here and saying this so suddenly? It’s-

“I just ran into Jess at Starbucks!”

You close your mouth. Of course, it wasn’t you. Of course Jess was the first of the girls to re-return, and that he managed to casually run into her no less.

“That’s awesome!” You manage. “Did you-did you grab coffee with her?”

He nods, then moves his hand back and forth. “Well, kinda. For a few minutes. She had to run to a meeting. But we’re going out later this week for real.”

It’s kind of nice to still be able to duck into your laptop and pretend the reason for the lack of smile on your face is because of work, not Will’s tall, beautiful, smart, could-be-a-supermodel ex-girlfriend. “That’s great.” You tell him and he smiles back at you, before going to make himself comfy on your couch until you’re ready to do something for dinner-a routine that’s as old as your friendship since he came to Toronto.

It’s begun. You text Steph and Audrey.

Please live text us this disaster. Steph texts back and Audrey immediately follows it with a flaming dumpster gif.

Jess. Is all you send back and they simultaneously text back a string of gasping emojis, which is pretty much on par for how you think this is going to go.

-----

Will throws himself on your couch dramatically hours after his date with Jess, which would be funny if you couldn’t tell he was upset.

“What happened?” You ask, fighting back a smile. It’s not that you wanted him to have a bad time. It’s just… you’ve seen this film before. You can guess the ending.

“I don’t know.” He sighs. “It started off fine, I thought, and then she started saying how happy she was that I finally realized I was better than the rest of my friends, and that we could make this work now because of that.”

“Hm.” You say noncommittally, because none of what’s coming out of his mouth from Jess is a surprise.

He sits up at that, looking at you, kind of shocked and kind of mad, and that does surprise you. “You knew?”

“Will!” You shake your head. “Everyone knew. She didn’t make it much of a secret how much she disliked us.”

His jaw drops. “Was I the only one who didn’t know?” You nod. “And you all didn’t tell me?”

You shrug. “Well. We really didn’t think she’d last as long as she did.”

“That’s not really an excuse.” He frowns.

“You’re right,” You acknowledge, because it’s true and you and Steph and Mitch and Auston had all talked about it since. “But it took us a while to realize how different she was around you and us and by the time we did…” You trail off. “You guys had broken up. We didn’t think it’d be an issue again. We never held back after that.”

“Oh you certainly didn’t.” Will mutters, and you know he’s thinking about Abigail and everything that had been said when he’d brought her to meet you all for the first time.

“We’ve found our center!” You cry. “We’re better now!”

Will lies back down, resting his head against your leg and your hand goes to rest in his hair. Will loves having his hair played with and this is the least you can do for him. “You tell yourselves that.”

You brush some hair back from his face, smiling at how content he looks with his eyes closed and the small smile on his face. “I don’t have to, the group chat will do it for me.”

One of his eyes pops open. “There’s a group chat?”

You scratch your nails through his hair, which is probably dirty pool, because he loves that. “Shh, don’t worry about it.”

-----

Steph invites you and Audrey over for a bridal party planning session one evening and Mitch is absolutely gleeful when you walk in the door.

“Do you know, did you hear?”

“Ugh.” Is all you have to say, reaching for the wine Steph’s already pouring you.

“Come on, man, read the room.” Audrey lectures.

“You do!” He cries, ignoring her completely. “Come on, tell me.”

“I’ve been sworn to secrecy.” You tell him, enjoying the look on his face at that.

He scowls. “We’ve been trying to get it out of him all week. He won’t say shit.” You cackle and he flips you off, grinning as he makes his goodbyes, off to Auston’s with Zeus for the dogs to have a “brodate.”

“Can you really not say?” Audrey whispers, once he’s left, as if that’s not just something you’d said to fuck with Mitch.

You nod. “It’s Alex.”

“Shut up!” Steph cries immediately.

You raise your eyebrows as you take a sip of wine.

“Is he there now?” Audrey asks. “Like with her? Or at hers?”

You nod.

“Why didn’t we turn this into a reality show?” Audrey wonders aloud. “Forget Leaf to Leaf, the production team has a better purpose this year.”

You crack up, promising to keep them posted when you hear from Will, and with that Steph pulls a book of color samples out.

-----

“Is it me?” Will stares at you expectantly, watching you make yourself coffee the next morning, so you pour a second mug and pass it over to him.

“No.” You assure him. “Well, maybe.” He glares at you. “But really only in this case.”

He huffs. “Why didn’t this one work then?”

You burst into laughter. “Because she’s basically your brother!”

The sight he makes at that- frozen, with his mug halfway to his mouth, jaw dropped just a little- is incredible. It’s so rare that moments like that happen and you have a camera ready to capture them.

Luckily for you, you’ve got your phone in hand already and somehow, have the wherewithal to drop into the camera app and snap a picture.

“Delete that!” He says immediately.

“Never.” You stick your tongue out at him, already texting it to your group with Steph and Audrey. Caption this.

No thoughts head empty. Steph comes back immediately.

Audrey’s just as quick. When you can’t remember if you turned the straightener off before you left home.

SO close. You send back, even as Will tries to steal the phone from you. But it’s actually “when your best friend had to be the one to tell you that your ex and your brother are the same person down to their NAME”

Will’s stopped trying to make a play for your phone by the time you get a response back (Steph’s laugh and Audrey, queen of the gif as usual) but he’s looking at you like he’s thinking. “You-you-”

“Yes?” You ask patiently, sipping your coffee.

But there’s not a lot to say on that, you think. Even when Will and Alex had first broken up, he hadn’t been able to give you all much of a reason why at the time, just that for all they had really gotten along in so many ways, something had just seemed off about it-and she had agreed, he’d said- so they’d mutually parted ways. The parallels between her and his brother had been obvious, you thought, and you know it wasn’t just you who saw them.

“You just ruined that whole relationship.” Will says.

Apparently not obvious to Will, though.

“You were already broken up!” You protest.

“No, you ruined my memory of it.” He says with a completely straight face, which he somehow manages to keep for another minute before you realize that he’s fucking with you entirely.

-----

Brooke arrives back into Will’s life the same way she left it last time- in a whirlwind of drama.

“She did what!” Audrey gasps and you turn the volume down quickly, eyes scanning over the waiting room around you.

“She hit him with her car!” You repeat, looking down at the FaceTime call. “I’m literally at the hospital now, waiting to hear from the doctor.”

“Jesus Christ.” Audrey’s shaking her head in disbelief. “That boy.”

“I mean,” You defend, the need to stick up for Will bubbling up inside you. “It’s not, like, his fault.”

“Not at all, but you’ve got to admit, he does get himself into some wild situations.” She hums. “Auston’s dated some real winners but even he’s never been hit by a car.”

“I-“ You don’t have much of a response to that. “He didn’t get like hit by her car; she just clipped him.”

She gives you a flat look. “That’s what you’re going with?”

“There’s the doctor.” You say lamely, and even though it’s not a lie, you can tell she can see right through you and that you’re thankful for the excuse by the knowing look on her face. “Gotta go.”

“Mmm.” She gives you another look. “Alright babe, you go make sure Will’s okay. I’ll be ready for you with the wine later.”

A nurse brings you back, smiling and chatting politely with you until you reach the area that Will’s been waiting in for a few more tests. At first, you think the bay is empty, but then you realize there are actually two people in the room.

That they’re just sitting that close.

Brooke’s hands are laced with Will’s and there are tracks of mascara running down her face. She doesn’t acknowledge you at all, even as you check in with Will and how he’s feeling, as the doctor gives him a clean bill of health and tells him to follow up with the team doctors tomorrow.

“You ready to go?” You ask Will, and somehow, someway, you already know what’s going to happen next, before Brooke even speaks.

“Actually, Will and I are going to go grab lunch.” She says smoothly.

Your face freezes, hopefully in somewhat of a smile, but you couldn’t say at all what it was actually doing. Will untangles one hand from Brooke’s to squeeze your shoulder gently, reassuringly, as he passes, and he gives you a smile. “I’ll come see you tomorrow.” He promises, as she pulls him out of the room before you’ve even realized what’s happened.

Definitely going to need that wine. You send Audrey once you manage to collect some thoughts and realize that you’re left alone in an emergency room that wasn’t even for you.

That bad?? You can practically hear the shock in her voice.

Arguably worse. You send back.

Man. She sends. There is something about Brooke.

You don’t respond to that. There’s just something about Brooke, is right

-----

When it’s been about a week since you’ve seen Will in person, you text him.

Everything okay?

Everything is great! Why? Wait are you okay? He sends back right away.

Just haven’t seen you in a while! I’m good!

He likes that message and even though he’s sure to text you more frequently after that, you still don’t actually get to see him.

You end up on Audrey Holl’s couch one day when the boys are away, head in Steph’s lap as she openly laughs at you.

“You’re a mess.” Audrey says.

“That’s not news!” You pout at her. “Can you tell me how to get my best friend back, please?”

“Have you just...asked him?” Steph asks. “You sound a lot like Will right now.”

“You take that back!” You poke her leg. She’s sitting far too close to you to be saying things like that.

Steph and Audrey both laugh at that though, but it’s Steph that replies. “Again. Have you asked him to hang out with you recently?”

Your silence answers that.

“Maybe,” Audrey pours another serving of wine in your glass. “You start there.”

They only laugh at you for another few minutes before helping you draft a text to Will, asking if he’s free to hang out when he gets back from his road trip.

It doesn’t take Will long to respond at all, confirming plans with you the day after they get back, and you settle into girls’ day feeling better than you have since Brooke came back into your lives.

-----

“I’m sorry!” Will hastens to say, but he’s balancing two coffees in hand as he kicks your door shut behind him, so you’re inclined to forgive his lateness. “My-well, it was a whole thing.”

“I was going to give you five more minutes before I sent out a search party.” You laugh, accepting the cup he offers. “Is everything okay?”

He nods. “Yeah.” Then he sighs. “I’m just happy to be here, I’ll say that.”

“Me too.” You blurt out, before you can stop yourself. “I’ve missed you!”

Will just grins. “Me too.” He says, as his phone buzzes. He looks at it, makes a face, and slides it back into his pocket. “Ready to go?”

“For breakfast still?” You throw your hand over your heart dramatically, smiling wider when he grins. “A man after my heart.”

“I know better than to let you go hungry.” Will teases. “This is really for my safety, you see.”

“Mmm.” You nod. “Yeah, uh huh. Nothing to do at all with the pancakes voted best in Toronto only last month.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Will feigns innocence and opens the door to your Uber, ignoring his phone buzzing again. “I would never make a list ranking all those places in order of menu and aesthetic to try them all and see if they’re appropriately rated.”

You’re still cackling as he climbs in beside you, confirming the restaurant for the driver. “You are absurd.”

He shrugs. “You love me anyway.”

You fight back a smile and just shake your head at him, mostly to stop yourself from blurting out that yeah, you do.

Will’s phone starts buzzing again though, and then curiosity stops you from saying anything stupid. You watch as he barely glances at it before ignoring the call and then shoves it back in his jacket pocket and then he changes the subject so quickly you don’t even have time to ask him about it.

It keeps happening though, all throughout breakfast-Will’s phone buzzing with calls and texts and him ignoring it with subject changes or funny quips. You have your suspicions by the fifth or so time it rings, but you don’t get a chance to confirm them until Will gets up to go to the bathroom and leaves his phone behind.

Brooke’s face has appeared on his screen three times by the time he comes back and it’s ringing again when sits back down. Once again, Will barely looks at it as he ignores the call, but this time you frown. “Do you need to go?”

“Nope.” He says, and you can hear the annoyance in his voice. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

“It doesn’t sound like someone else wants you here.” You say coolly.

“Well, she doesn’t want me to do a lot of things.” Will mutters.

“Then why are you with her?” It comes out before you can stop it and from the look on his face, the outburst surprises Will as much as it does you. “I didn’t-”

“No, go on.” He says and the silence that follows is the most awkward the two of you have ever sat through.

“I just don’t want you to be unhappy.” You say, finally. “If Brooke is who makes you happy, then great! It’s just- whenever you’re with her, you don’t seem like yourself.”

“I’m fine.” He smiles, but it doesn’t quite as bright as usual, and it feels like prime evidence that something isn’t right.

—--

It’s barely a few hours later when you hear the pounding on your door and you begrudgingly pause your twentieth rewatch of New Girl to go answer it.

“Hi?” You step back to let Will in. “Did we have plans again?”

“No.” Will shuts the door behind him. “I just-”

“Oh.” Your face falls. “Oh no. Brooke?”

“Yeah, but-”

You cut him off. “Aw, Will, I’m so sorry!” You loop your arms around him in a hug, which he quickly returns, squeezing tight.

“You’re not.” He mutters into your hair.

“Well.” You fight back a smile into his shoulder. “I mean, I’m not sorry it wasn’t Brooke, but I am sorry it didn’t work out. I know how hard you’ve been trying.” You start to pull back, but he keeps his arm around you.

“She asked me to choose.” He says into your hair and you’re pretty sure you heard correctly, but still, you have to ask him to repeat it. “She asked me to choose. Her or you.”

“Oh.” You bite your lip and try to bury your face in his shoulder again. “Um, how-what did you-.”

Will lifts your chin up with his fingers, carefully looking you in the eye and stopping you from looking away. “There’s no choice, okay? I choose you.”

“What?” You breathe.

“I choose you.” Will repeats. “I choose you. I’ve been choosing you this whole time and I’ve been too dumb to see it. I’ll always choose you.”

“Will.” You breathe out, and for the first time, you actually see him look nervous.

“And I hope, maybe, you’ll choose me too.” Will adds softly, so softly that if you weren’t as close as you are, you aren’t sure you would have heard him.

“Always.” You smile, and that’s all you get to say before Will kisses you.

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nemovanilla · 11 months

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This is what I want to happen with bakugo for the rest of mha.

1. Edgeshot fails to revive him. Mirio tells midoriya, who stops being able to hold himself together and shigaraki manages to grab him. He tries to take ofa but it doesn’t work (like last time) so they both go into the vestige realm.

2. Midoriya, shigaraki, and bakugo are all in separate locations. I think bakugo is talking to all might, midoriya is in some kind of emotion-induced hellscape/memory thing/etc, and shigaraki is trying to find the holders so he can attack them. I guess afo could be there too.

3. When bakugo figured out that midoriya is here he immediately goes to look for him.

4. Midoriya doesn’t necessarily know everything that happened, or if he does, he’s very confused about it. Sort of like temporary amnesia. He might have a general understanding of the situation but he can’t recall specific events. He just knows there is a sense of urgency. There is one scene where he is walking through the woods and starts being chased down by shigaraki, or rather, the thing that is possessing him. It would be a monstrous form of afo’s consciousness. Midoriya runs away, and with every step he becomes younger and younger until he falls into the ravine. When he looks up, the monster is gone for the meanwhile, and teenage bakugo is offering him a hand up.

5. They talk about some things, but they get cut off by shigaraki chasing them down. They start to run, then get into some kind of really tense situation, for example if they’re about to fall off a cliff. Maybe it’s just midoriya who falls, but bakugo jumps to catch him. I don’t think they can use their quirks, so they are stuck.

6. Midoriya is telling bakugo he needs to let go of him so he can save himself. I don’t think either of them realize it isn’t real, or if they do, then they think they could still actually die if they die here. Bakugo tells him all sorts of sappy things to explain why he won’t let go, but midoriya still wants him to. When bakugo refuses, he lets go and starts to fall. Bakugo is in the middle of confessing to him, and midoriya hears these words as he is falling. This gives him enough presence of mind to find the usual vestige world before he hits the ground.

7. Midoriya is alone with the vestiges, except for all might, who is still missing. I think that the second user should berate midoriya, tell him seomtehing like “if you had learned to control your heart, he never would’ve died” and midoriya no longer believes him because now he knows he wasn’t crazy for loving bakugo. He would then tell the second user that he tried to warn bakugo of shigaraki targeting him, but the vestiges all said it was a bad idea. He finally gets to have his own say in how he experiences his emotions. Maybe halfway through this bakugo would show up with all might and he would watch in awe. Then he and midoriya would talk some more and (finally, FINALLY) hold hands.

8. The effects of this (according to the theory where bakugo tapped into ofa and used gear shift on accident) would be insane. Maybe ofa would properly resurrect bakugo.

9. Bakugo and midoriya work together in the vestige world to take out that monstrous afo and save shigaraki that way.

10. At some point during all of this, midoriya has to figure out that shigaraki deserves to be saved because he is a person, and not because he used to want to be a hero. As of right now, he still believes that villains don’t really count as people, and has yet to realize just how wrong he is. This is not lapse in judgement on horikoshi’s part because uraraka already came to this conclusion a long time ago.

11. When they both get out of this alive, bakugo tells midoriya “Im so glad you’re alive” thus completing his character arc. Whatever midorya answers would complete his own arc, though I’m not exactly sure what that would be. I suppose if he says “Im glad too” that could be signifying how he has learned to actually value his own life, but that feels a bit clunky and unlike midoriya.

#mha #bakugo katsuki #Midoriya izuku #bkdk #bnha

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musette-thornsong · 2 months

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OJ: Bride of Thrax – Domestic Dispute, Pt. I

Hey, it’s been a while but I’m finally finishing what I started. Ozzy and Leah are having doubts about their elopement with all the crazy murders surrounding them. So much so, they believe one or the other is the killer. But when an unfortunate accident occurs, the truth is revealed before them as Thrax and Aura take matters into their own hands. However, the demon couple will have their own trials to face compared to the cell couple.

Warning: Explicit Language/Violence

Aurie Zurie belongs to me

Ozzy and Leah were at their wits end with all the murders and jumped to conclusions that on or the other is the culprit. So much so that each separately called Drix on advice on what to do about the situation. He shows up at the hotel the next morning and hitches a ride in the van to talk things out. Drix insists that both of them are innocent and wrong about the whole situation until he starts to get a whiff of something strange in the back of the van.

Drix: The thing that struck me was how sure you both sounded. And to me, that meant one of three things: One of you is lying, both of you are crazy, or both of you are wrong. Add to that the fact that I know you both better than anyone else, and I’ve never seen either of you so much as hurt a fly, and I’ve concluded that what we have here is a terrible misunderstanding.

Ozzy: (looks to Leah, puzzled)

Leah: (looks to Ozzy, puzzled)

Drix: (gets a whiff of something rather foul) Do you two smell something rather odd in here?

Thrax & Aura: (discreetly look to each other worried)

Ozzy: Okay, for the sake of argument, if it wasn’t you and it wasn’t me, then who else would wanna kill Phlegmming and that crooked bodyguard of his?

Leah: (adds on) And those people from last night.

Drix: (corrects them) You’re assuming Phlegmming’s dead. He’s only missing.

Leah: (concludes) You’re suggesting that Phlegmming…

Drix: (concurs) Yes! Why not? The man is power-hungry and will go to whatever lengths to get what he wants. I’d probably buy him as a psychopath before either of you two (gets a whiff of the foul odor once again, looking around in curiosity) My word! Something is really quite odorous in here.

Leah: I told you not to leave your dirty drawers back there.

Ozzy: (smiles Leah lovingly in relief)

Drix: I must suggest, Ms. Estrogen, this is not the rancorous smell of someone’s unmentionables (sniffs around further)

Drix kept sniffing around trying to place the order until he notics a small puddle of cytoplasm at the base of the trunk seat. Suspicious, Drix hovers down to move the Thrax & Aura dolls out of the way before lifting the latch. The moment he lifted up the seat, the sight before him left him in shock. Within the seat was Phlegmming’s nail-pierced face and blood-soaked corpse. The horror of it all leaves him in utter disbelief but comes to the immediate conclusion of their guilt.

Ozzy: (openly admittedly) I feel like such an idiot.

Leah: (reciprocates) Me too.

Ozzy: I mean, I can’t believe I thought that you could kill someone.

Leah: (apologizes) I know. I’m so sorry.

Drix: (notices an ice grenade that Phlegmming had previously swiped from him before secretly placing it in his arm cannon)

Ozzy: Drix, what would w do without you?

Drix: (jumps immediately at the odd question before suddenly closing the seat shut to remain inconspicuous, slightly panicking)

Leah: (smiles at him happily)

Ozzy: (gives him a respectful nod)

Drix: (worried) What do you mean “Without me”?

Ozzy: I mean you set us straight, buddy. We owe ya one.

Leah: You’re a good friend. The best (moves to the back to give Drix a hug)

Drix: (whips out his armed cannon in a panic) Pull over!

Ozzy: (looks back to see the sight behind him)

Drix: (demands at Ozzy) Pull over now!

Ozzy: (pulls the van over, before climbing to the back to calm Drix down unsure of his sudden behavior) Drix, come on, buddy, it’s me. Come on, let’s talk this over.

Drix: I’m not your buddy.

Ozzy: FUCK, DRIX!! PLEASE JUST PUT THE CANNON DOWN!!

Drix: (freaking out, charges the lever ready to shoot) Why? So you can kill mee too?

Leah: WAIT! WAIT! WE DIDN’T KILL ANYBODY!!

Drix: (still keeps them at bay) Oh, you’re good. You’re good! You even had me fooled.

Leah: (confused) What are you talking about?

Drix: THIS!! (lifts up the seat showing them Phlegmming’s corpse, disgusted)

Ozzy & Leah: (gasps in horrific shock with Leah ready to vomit)

Thrax & Aura: (look to each other realizing the jig was up)

Leah: (turns to Ozzy in disbelief) You son of a bitch!

Ozzy: (defensively points at Leah) DRIX, I DIDN’T DO IT! SHE DID IT!

Leah: (defends herself) DRIX, I WOULD NEVER…

Drix: (shouts) SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!

Drix keeps the cannon on them and backs out of the van before he notices a passing police car and begins hailing it over when they see his weapon. Drix turns back only to find two unexpected figures in front of him with guns.

Drix: (calls out to the police) HEY, HELP! OVER HERE!!

Thrax & Aura: (point their guns directly at Drix)

Thrax: NOBODY MOVE!!!

Ozzy & Leah: (shocked to see a familiar face)

Leah: OH MY GOD!!!

Ozzy: (stares in terror of his old enemy)

Thrax: (smiles sinisterly) Hey Jones, long time no see.

Drix: (shocked to see Thrax too as well as a former teammate in her current state)

Drix backed away from the van slowly not noticing the oncoming truck heading right at him. Having forgotten his cannon was charged as he turned to move out of the way too late, the truck smashed right into Drix blowing up the front of the truck and himself in an icy explosion upon impact. The collision causes a pileup on the road as the cops were closing in.

Ozzy: (screams for his friend) DRIX!!!

Leah: (screams in horror) NOOOO!!!

Thrax: (shrugs to Aura) That works too.

Aura: (shouts) GET THIS HEAP OF SHIT MOVING!!! NOW! NOW! NOW!

Ozzy gets the van going as Leah closes the back-end doors before speeding off. Leah looks out the back window at the truck only to see icy blue remains of her good friend splattered all over the grill. She begins to weep at the loss feeling helpless. The cops got in closer before Thrax forces her to open the doors at gunpoint then shoots out the patrol car’s wheels while laughing maniacally. The cops veer off the side of the road as Leah closes the doors back in. Ozzy sped the van even further making sure they got far enough away just as they were entering New Jersey.

Thrax: (breaks the ice while keeping the hostages at gunpoint, smirking) I imagine at this point you two must have a lot of questions. You remember me, of course, right Jones?

Ozzy: How could I not? I remember the face of anyone who tried to kill me

Thrax: (chuckles reminiscently, gestures) And I’m sure you recognize an old partner of yours, donthca’?

Aura: (reassures, keeping her gun up) Oh, I’m sure he’d never forget me after the way the force dogged me out at the station as I was unjustly tried and fired. Isn’t that right, Jonesy?

Ozzy: (shocked to find his old friend and neighbor as a demon) So, how did you end up like this?

Leah: (looks on in disbelief and shock too)

Thrax: Well, it’s a long story.

Aura: (agrees) It sure is.

Thrax: In fact, if it was a movie, it would take three or four sequels just to do it justice.

Leah: What are you gonna do with us?

Thrax: Funny you should ask.

Aura: (explains) These bodies are okay. But they’re like apartments that we’re just renting. But now we’re movin’ on up.

Thrax: Like George & Weezie.

Aura: And we’re lookin’ to buy

Thrax: And you know what they say about real estate. Location, location, location. Well, you guys are definitely in the right place at the wrong time.

Thrax & Aura: (cackle menacing with glee)

Ozzy: (overhears the radio broadcast and turns up the volume when their names are mentioned)

Radio: *This is a CNN (Cerebral Neural Network) special report. The Jones & Estrogen case keeps getting weirder and weirder. Fingerprints discovered at two separate crime scenes have been identified as belonging to Thrax a.k.a. the Red Death, the notorious serial killer gunned down in 2001. Now police confirm that Thrax’s corpse will be exhumed from a Hackensack, New Jersey cemetery sometime today*

Thrax: (worried) What?!

Aura: (panics) Thrax, the Heart of Damballa!!

Ozzy & Leah: (freaking out silently towards the news)

Thrax: (grunts) I know!

Aura: What’ll we do? What’ll we do?

Thrax: Shut up! Just let me think, a’ight? First, we gotta get some new wheels. Every cop within 500 miles is looking for this van. We something inconspicuous, but with a little style.

They manage to find an RV and commandeer but only after shooting the elderly owners point-blank in the heads. Thrax keeps an eye on Ozzy at the wheel from the front passenger seat as they entered the city of Hackensack. Aura keeps Leah tied up in the back as she cooks dinner while having a smoke and dolls up Leah for the upcoming ritual.

Aura: (smoking, tries to apply makeup to Leah’s face) Hold still, honey, or I’m gonna poke ya’ in the eye again.

Leah: (resists fervently while struggling against her binds)

Aura: (looks her down and up) Yes. I believe I’m going to look absolutely ravishing.

She hears the oven timer go off signaling her cookies were ready. She heads to the closet to fetch an apron where the elderly cell couples’ corpses with shoved in. She carefully removees the tray and brings the cookies up to the front for her husband.

Aura: Oops, scuse’ me (grabs the apron and close the door, then brings cookies to Thrax)

Ozzy: (keeps an eye out waiting for an opening he could exploit)

Thrax: (finishes his spicy Swedish meatballs just Aura approaches) Nobody makes Carne Asada-styled Swedish meatballs like you, baby. Peachy!

Aura: Thanks, honeybun. I hope you left room for dessert (offers Thrax chocolate chip & peanut butter cookies)

Thrax: You know it, Sweet Cheeks (grabs a few cookies before kissing Aura lovingly on the cheek)

Ozzy: (weirded out with the overly lovey-dovey display)

Thrax: (takes a bite of a cookie, then turns to Ozzy) Ya’ know, Jones, if I had known that marriage was such a great gig, I would’ve never waited this long to tie the knot.

Ozzy: (spots the dirty dishes through the rearview mirror) On the other hand, she’s not much of a housekeeper, is she?

Thrax: (skeptical but saw that Jones had a point, turns to Aura) Hey, Aura, baby?

Aura: (looks up) Huh?

Thrax: Those dishes aren’t gonna wash themselves ya’ know.

Aura: (glares daggers at Thrax, insulted)

Leah: (curious as to what Ozzy was trying to pull, but catches on immediately and plays along) You were nice enough to cook for him. The least he could do is wash the dish

Aura: Uugh… (seeing how Leah made a fascinating point picks up a dirty dish and angrily throws it at Thrax as it smashes on the back of his seat)

Thrax: (surprised at her behavior) What are you doing?!

Aura: (angrily throws another dish at him) Raaaagh!!

Thrax: (dodges the other barely before confronting her) What would Martha Stewart say?

Aura: (shouts in a fed-up tone) FUCK, MARTHA STEWART!!!

Thrax: (taken aback by her response)

Aura: (goes on) MARTHA STEWART CAN KISS MY SHINY DEMON RED BUTT!!! Here I am slaving away over a hot stove, making cookies, making spicy Swedish meatballs, and for WHAT!? FOR A MAN WHO DOESN’T APPRECIATE ME!! FOR A MAN WHO CAN’T EVEN WASH ONE FUCKING DISH!! FOR A MAN WHO ISN’T EVEN A MAN AT ALL WHER IT COUNTS IF YOU GET MY DRIFT!! (looks to Leah) Take it from me, honey. Sex dolls is no substitute than for a nice hunk of wood.

Thrax: (shocked and angered that she insulted his manhood, looking to Ozzy) I didn’t hear her complaining last night. (looks back to Aura) Any guy would need a hunk of plastic, probably battery-operated, to get a reaction out of you in bed.

Ozzy: (notices the road sign to the Forest Hills Cemetery at the next right)

Thrax: And by the way, WHERE TH HELL DID YOU LEARN TO BAKE!? (tosses the cookies at Aura)

Aura: (offended) How dare you speak to me that way!

Thrax: You started it!

Aura: I did not!

Leah: (takes action kicking Aura into the oven kicking the hatch shut)

Thrax: NOOO!!! (shoots at Leah)

Ozzy: (sends Thrax flying in one punch out the passenger window)

Thrax: (shoots at Ozzy)

Ozzy turned the RV hard to the right to dodge the bullet. Unfortunately, this causes the RV roll off the road and sent everything tumbling with Leah still tied up and under the debris. Down the hill they went until the RV came to a complete stop. Everything inside was in shambles, gas fluid was leaking from the pipes, and several electrical cables were lashing around. Leah manages to wake up with a slight headwound only to see Ozzy knocked out at the wheel.

Leah: (sees the sparking cables, panicking) Ozzy? Osmosis, please. Please. Oh, God. (struggles to get loose) Osmosis!! (hears a sudden metal squeaking noise before slowly looking over her shoulder towards the oven, starts getting hysterical remembering the demoness was still in there)

Aura: (burst onto the oven window in a charred-up state, screaming vicious agony) AAAAAAAGHH!!! AAAAAAAAAGHH!!

Leah: (screams in terror) AAAAAAGH!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!

Ozzy: (coughs coming out of his unconscious mode)

Leah: (looks back for Aura again only to see her gone)

Aura: (bursts out of the oven seconds later, attacking Leah) YOU BITCH!!! (bites the concave of Leah’s ear)

Leah: (screams in searing pain)

Ozzy: (rushes to her aid grabbing Aura by the hair and tossing her aside, before attempting to free Leah)

Leah: (sees the gas fluid getting closer and sparking cables as well, rushes Ozzy) HURRY!!

Ozzy: (struggles to undo the ropes before checking the sink, finds a knife and cuts the ropes just in time to grab the cables and kick the door open)

Leah: (gets up rushing to Ozzy, trying to jump out with him) No!!

Ozzy: GO, GO, GO!!

Leah: (pleads for him to jump with her) NOT WITHOUT YOU!!

Ozzy: (insists) I’LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!! (shoves Leah out the door as he notices the gas fluid running past his suedes)

Leah: (barely makes it as she stands up not noticing the shadow behind her)

Thrax: (points the gun to her, coyly) Hey, beautiful.

Leah: (screams frightened)

Ozzy tosses the cable behind him before diving out the RV as the cable collides with the gas setting everything on fire. Ozzy made out just as the RV exploded in a huge fiery blaze. Not to far was Aura in a burned and bloodied condition as she crawled towards her gun.

Aura: (struggles to reach for her gun, groaning in catastrophic pain)

Ozzy: (steps on her arm before grabbing the gun)

Aura: (cries out weakly) Aaaaack!!

Ozzy: (pulls back the slide ready to shoot before noticing Leah running off Thrax in her arms with his gun at her heart) LEAH!!!

Thrax: (barks) Move it!

Leah: (continues heading towards the cemetery)

Ozzy: (grabs Aura by the hair, chasing after them)

Aura: (weakly cries out from being flung around life a rag doll)

Ozzy raced after Thrax and Leah with Aura’s charred body in tow. He had almost lost Leah once and he was not intending on losing her for real this time. He would get his true love back at any cost. But will this prove more of a challenge than he can handle? And will become of the demon couple at odds?

To be continued…

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