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riffaist · 2 years

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innocent — riff x reader

warnings: childhood friends to lovers! taylor swift inspired imagine! riff being... riff ig. sex talk. some SLIGHT dirty talk but not much. anita's tauting scene. tried to make this a really angsty one.

i guess you really did it this time

left yourself in your war path

lost your balance on a tightrope

lost your mind trying to get it back

"riff, i don't -" y/n mumbled, feeling her body shrunken, her hands clapped together. "i don't think that's gonna be a good thing."

"well, sweetheart." the overly sweet voice made her sick to her stomach. the stern tone. seeing riff displeased was a pretty unusual thing. "we don't have that many options."

"you do have more options.." calling the rumble off was on top of her list. "but a gun? you know that tony's not gonna agree with it, and besides-"

"if tony would stop being a wuss, and came to the fucking thing," he cut her sentence in the middle. "then we wouldn't need the gun."

"you don't mean that."

"oh, i don't now?" he scoffed, slowing down once he saw they're both getting close to the location. "these sharks are sneaky as hell, y/n, and i don't want any of my boys-"

"hey! look what the cat dragged in." mouthpiece announced once the couple came infront of the bar they were supposed to get the gun from.

"the chicks should cut out, right, riff?" action confirmed, glancing sideways to velma, grazi and y/n.

"we might" the taller blonde said, crossing her arms. grazi wasn't going anywhere. "but then again we might not."

"the cops are already after us." ice took the floor. "i'm sure you don't want to be in the middle of it. it's dangerous stuff, you know?"

"we can deal with it," she replied. " 'cause we ain't stupid, and won't take shit from anyone."

some slight buzz started, between the blonde and some of the boys. y/n kept quiet, only turning her face to the side, feeling a familiar touch in one of her wrists.

"just promise me you'll go." riff said, quietly, once he pushed the girl aside, holding y/n's hands, with a serious look on his face.

"if you promise me to get the gun and go as well." she replied. holding her breath. "no funny business in the middle."

"promise." he touched his own forehead with hers. his voice merely a whisper. y/n could feel her boyfriend's shoulders tensing up. but she didn't even brought the fact up. not in a time like that.

"please, be safe." was her final whisper. interlocking arms with velma, seeing grazi storming off, hoping that the end of the day wouldn't take so bad of a turn.

wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?

always a bigger bed to crawl into

wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything

and everybody believed in you?

way before things started going downhill. y/n and riff had their own little story.

the little boy, who had just turned 10, lost a hide and seek game to tony, and found himself sitting at one the old school's outdoors benches. one knee completely scrapped, and the hope no one would find him there and take him away. no one, besides her.

the small girl, always dressed in lilac or blue, wearing tiny dirty sneakers with a big smile on her face, and way too big of a heart, who always gave him something for her lunchbox.

he wasn't used to the pain. not yet. but letting his tiny group of friends - the future jet boys - see him cry over some blood, was definitely not in riff's plans.

"i hope it helps" she said once the bandaid was carefully place on the wound. "i can draw a star on it if you want."

the dark haired boy kept quiet, shaking his head, making y/n nod, sitting right next to him.

"you know.. when people do good things for you, you should thank them?" she muttered, not offended by the silent, already opening up the pink lunchbox, taking half of her sandwich from there, giving it to him.

"shouldn't you be with you other girl friends?" the boy replied quietly, accepting the food, taking a big bite of it. he was starving.

"you're my friend, riff." y/n smiled, choosing to take a bite from her apple. "my favorite friend, even. i wished you were at school with me every day..."

wasn't it easier in your firefly-catching days?

when everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you?

wasn't it beautiful, runnin' wild till you fell asleep

before the monsters caught up to you?

"sure, y/n! good choice, huh?" the woman in the clear drunken state said a bit to loud.

"mom, please.." y/n wished she wasn't causing such a scene. being the center of attention was never her thing. "not here.."

"it's alright, darling. go hang out with riff-raff out there why don't you?"

"goodbye, mom.." y/n closed the door, and took a deep breath.

the fifteen year old girl turned around with an embarrassed smile on her face, shrugged, walking in the direction on the jet boy.

"afternoon, princess." riff said with a smirk, already grabbing one of her hands. "did mommy want to lock you up in the tower?"

"something like that, yeah.." he passed his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek. "so, where are we going today?"

"well.." he spun her around, smiling once he heard the girl's laugh, starting to walk through the moving streets. "someone told me that watching the stars was super romantic.."

"oh, shut up, riff.." y/n covered her own face with one of her hands, shaking her head. "i can't believe you remeber that.."

a flushed y/n and a smirky riff kept the calm and soft conversation while walking to the secret place the boy insisted he had prepared for them.

once the sun was completely set, both of them laying down at the hill, holding hands. the moonlight shining on the girl's face made riff shiver, and the silence was comfortable. it always was for them.

"so, tell me." he finally said, looking at her, trying to not sound so worried. he couldn't deny the fear on his tone, but tried anyway. "what is it that's been bothering you?"

the jet girl took a deep breath. eyes still focusing on the night sky ahead of both. the stars always caught her attention, and that day wasn't different.

"my mom doesn't think you're a good influence.." y/n replied, taking some seconds to continue. "it's annoying 'cause it's not like she can say something about being a good influence, you know?"

"adults are complicated as hell, princess," the boy stood up by his elbow, turning to the side. "come here."

she quietly came closer to him, letting him hug her to the side. both of her arms wrapped around her waist, carresing the place softly, until the girl fell fast asleep.

it's alright, just wait and see

your string of lights are still bright to me

oh, who you are is not what you've been

you're still an innocent

y/n's head was peacefully resting against riff's bare chest. both of their body's almost completely covered by the sheets.

her fingers interlaced with his, and the warm bodies were comfortably glued together.

"thank you for waiting for me..."

she knew seventeen year old boys had needs. she had some of her own as well. ignoring the fact all of her girl friends had already done it. y/n wanted to wait. not for the right person - she had found her right person years ago - but until she was totally ready for it.

"don't even thank me, girly girl." a kiss was left on the top of her head. "i would wait the fucking eternity for you if i had to."

"eternity huh?"

"to see you like that again?" the teasing tone came to riff's lips way to quickly, causing the girl to roll her eyes. "to have a chance to listen to that little sounds you made? i-"

"please, my love," she cut him off, laughing quietly "don't even think about ruining this for me."

"you ready for a second round now or..?" the jet boy asked with a smirk on his face, eyes focusing on every bit of her face and bare shoulders. they couldn't stop at the sight of her perfectly translucent breasts covered by the sheets.

"god, riff, shut up."

did some things you can't speak of

but at night, you live it all again

you wouldn't be shattered on the floor now

if only you had seen what you know now then.

"he was left laying there." y/n said quietly. her boy. her riff.

he died. in a way no one thought he would.

the jet girl wasn't there. not to hug him. to see him for the last time. to stare at the dark brown eyes for ten more seconds. they took him away from here without a previous warning.

she was wearing riff's blue shirt, her hands couldn't stop shaking while she held velma's ones. the tears stains on her cheeks kept getting covered by new ones.

"that's bothering me too." ice muttered.

"they didn't let you see him at the hospital, y/n/n?" balkman this time. she could swear she never saw the whole gang in such a low energy.

"no, uh-" she shook her head. "i wasn't legally his family or, anything.." the last part made her swallow a sob.

the silence wasn't comfortable this time. it was almost sick and saddening. all heads turned to the door once bernardo's girlfriend appeared. she looked as miserable as the rest of every teenager in the room.

"i have a message for your friend.. tony?" she waited. waited like her life depended on it. but all of the jets stayed quiet. "where's valentina?"

the second the sneaky comments started to appear. y/n stood up, in a failed attempt to control her breath.

"valentina! és anita!" the woman started to walk into the store, making y/n feel her heart right on her throat. "puedes subir? que tengo que.."

"spanish?" grazi stood up this time, the raspy crying voice taking the floor. "you come here speaking spanish?"

"grazi, please.."

the boys continued to talk, but the girl could swear she wasn't assimilating anything. her head was aching, and her knees were shaking. anita tried to go, but some of them got right in front of the door.

"let her pass." graziella tried one more time. "no one wants you here."

"you hear that boys?" ice said. y/n was starting to feel like throwing up. "she wants to pass."

"numbers, stop it." y/n tried to get him away from the woman, feeling herself being held up, throwing out of the pharmacy.

the next second was a blur. a fucked up blur. the girls found themselves outside doc's, in a desperate notion, hitting the door in front of them. in a miserable attempt to stop the scene of happening.

"i'm so sorry." y/n sobbed. still trying to hit the glass door. she started to realize what was going on right beside her eyes. she lost balance. it was the rumble, the fights, the deaths.

things were failing apart. little by little.

riff wasn't there. to be the one to stop it, to control it, to be their leader. she didn't have him by her side now.

her best friend, her boy.

lost your balance on a tightrope, oh

it's never too late to get it back

#riff x jet!reader #riff x reader #riff wss #west side story #gab writes #mike faist #mike faist x reader #riff

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lizziemichaelis · 2 years

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Hi, can I order a sebastian yandere x contractor reader with nsfw? Please. Hope you have a nice day. 💖

♥︎Hello! Thank you for this request, yandere Sebastian is the best Sebastian… I kind of ran with this idea lol, I hope you like it! (Also, I don’t really write smut often so I apologize if it’s not great)

“Excuse me?” I stumbled back against the alleyways’ wall as a man approached me, grinning wildly.

“You heard me, pretty lady, why don’t you come back to my place?” My heart began beating faster, anxiety overcoming me as he backed me into a corner. Sebastian had left for a moment to retrieve something from the carriage, and I stayed put on the street. Shortly after a drunken man approached me, bombarding me with vulgar remarks about my body.

“No… I can't, please leave me alone!” I yelled, thinking that I could get out of this situation by myself. The disgusting man reached out to grab me- and just before he could lay his hands on me, a black shadow ripped him away by the collar. Those darkened red eyes and white fangs, it was Sebastian.

“What do you think you’re doing, trying to put your filthy, unworthy hands on her?” His deep voice rang in my ears, an otherworldly edge to his tone. “My darling, please go wait by the carriage while I deal with a pest.” I shuddered.

“Very well,” my voice was a mere whisper as I walked away, my back turned to the scene behind me. That man isn’t coming out of that alley alive. Despite this knowledge- I turned a blind eye to it. He deserves it.

After a few minutes of me being out of earshot, Sebastian returned looking tidy as ever, yet instead of his usual smile there was a frown.

“Get in the carriage, please,” Though his volume was normal, it was obvious he was not happy. He opened the door to allow me to step inside, offering his hand to support me. After I was seated, he followed, sitting across from me. I felt a tinge of nervousness as he stared at me intently. I know how he is… how he feels about these types of things. After the tense moment he reached forward to caress my cheek.

“Are you okay my dear?” He pushed my hair from my face. “Did he touch you? What did he say?” As he spoke those words, his eyes darkened, eager to hear my response. I was relieved that he wasn’t upset with me. I was anticipating a scolding, considering I hadn’t called for him when I was in danger. I paused, taking a deep breath, preparing myself for what his reaction would be to my reply. I’m lucky he didn’t touch me.

“No… no he didn’t touch me or anything of the sort, he just,” I looked up and saw a glimmer of relief in his expression. “Just made vulgar remarks about… about my figure and my chest… and that he wanted to have his way with me,” I could’ve sworn I saw a vein in his forehead burst. “He was offering, no… telling me to come with him back to his home.”

“What disgusting vermin. How dare he make such remarks about you? Would he have taken you or… touched you if I had arrived any later?” He was visibly, and tonally, angry. “I apologize profusely for leaving you alone in the street. I will never make such a mistake again.” He calmed down a bit, leaning in to place a small kiss on my forehead. He leaned back into his seat with a sigh. “That said… we must return to the manor at once, I'm afraid I've gotten rather possessive,” he added, “I want to take what’s mine.”

My mind immediately went to the gutter, triggering a tinge of excitement. It was obvious what he was insinuating. The rest of the ride home was eerily quiet.

Warning: NSFW below the cut

My face became flushed as Sebastian began removing my various layers of clothing, laying me on my bed as he did so. He was silent as he removed my dress, my petticoat, and unlaced my corset. He himself was fully clothed, besides missing his tailcoat. I jerked every so often when his fingers would graze over a particularly sensitive or ticklish spot.

I brought my fist up to my face to cover it in embarrassment as I laid completely bare, his eyes grazing over every inch of my skin.

“So stunning, and all mine. No other creature should even think about laying their hands upon you,” he growled. He paused for a bit longer to look at me until he finally reached his hands forward to start groping my chest, holding my breasts in his hands, slipping my nipples between his fingers. My clit was now burning in response, desperate for his touch. I whimpered when he lowered and began kissing and marking my neck. I'll have to wear makeup to cover that up, he always gets carried away when he’s angered.

One of his hands began wandering lower and lower, sliding along the curve of my waist and then to my hip. It disappeared for a moment, then I gasped as he traced a finger along my slit.

“So wet already?” He whispered against my ear, his breath sending chills down my spine. He then focused on my clit with his gentle touches. I called his name breathily. In response, he lifted from my neck to be face to face with me. His fangs appeared as he smiled darkly at me, red eyes swirling in desire. A look of pure sin.

“My perfect pet,” he praised, then took his free hand to grab both of my wrists and pin them above my head in one swift, rough motion. I choked out a shriek, surprised by his forceful actions. “Maybe I should just lock you up forever,” he slipped two fingers inside of me with ease, “you’d never be able to escape.” He laughed silently, pushing upwards inside of me as I moaned desperately. “Well, it’s just as well for me to never leave your side,” he stretched a third finger inside, “as long as I'm near you’ll never be harmed.” He used his thumb to stroke my clit.

I felt my orgasm fastly approaching, writhing against his hands. I was barely focused on his words- chasing my own release. The most I did in response to him was whimper. Just as I was about to go over the edge- moans loud as ever- he removed his hand from me. I shuddered, gasping out in protest.

“Why… why did you stop?” I opened one of my watering eyes slightly to see him smirking above me.

“You can finish when I'm inside of you.” Bastard. My annoyance was short lived though, for he had taken his cock from his pants and was now teasing my entrance with the tip. I held my breath in anticipation, wishing he would just slam inside of me already. I didn’t need to wait long. I exhaled finally when he slid inside, slowly easing inside. He didn’t stop until he reached the hilt, a look of sheer pride plastered on his face. “My perfect girl, so tight…” He released my hands from his grip, placing his own onto my hips. He pulled out slowly, sensually, and then used his hands to slam me back onto him.

“Sebastian!” I cried out, and he immediately began a rough pace. The force of my body colliding with his own nearly hurt yet the pleasure that accompanied it overpowered any pain. I moaned and writhed underneath him, all control stripped away as he thrusted again and again.

He was hitting just the right spot, and I wanted to cum badly- yet I couldn’t with no stimulation on my clit. Almost as if he had read my mind, he removed one of his hands from my hip and began rubbing my clit. I screamed his name, again, in response.

“Please, please,” I begged, my eyes watering from the pleasure. I needed to finish.

“You wish to cum, my pet?” He asked, though he wasn’t expecting an answer. “Very well,” with that, he pushed me over the edge. My mind went blank as I quivered and contacted around him, overwhelmed with pleasure. Shortly after I finished, he grunted and slammed as deep as he could inside of me, filling me up to the brim with his release.

Suddenly, he grabbed my legs and shoved them upwards, pushing me into a mating press. My mind was still cloudy from my previous orgasm, and I didn't come out of that state until I felt him harden inside of me once again. Truly, his stamina was alarming. This is going to be a long night.

#black butler #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji #sebastian black butler #sebastian imagine #sebastian kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian x reader #sebastian x y/n

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under-druck · 3 years

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This was an interesting end to the episode... I wish we had gotten a bit more but they did a good amount of introduction. I think they are starting to parallel Captain Crunch and Lou as similar, rather than opposites, based on this clip. As some people have mentioned I think they might be showing how Ismail tends to get swept along by strong personalities, such as Constantin and Lou.

The part in the red room was especially interesting because we see Lou being just as persuasive as Constantin, egging them on right alongside him. The spinning shot was such a cool way to do it. Constantin and Lou are full on telling Ismail to join in their antics. Not in a bad way at all, but in that high energy way of people that can take control of whatever situation they are in, and Ismail seems really susceptible to it.

Not to say they aren't making decisions for themself. certainly not suggesting the bullying thing or general assholery is excusable because of peer pressure. I'd love to see this addressed by Sascha or Ava at some point in this season, or even other characters outside of the instas, to really make a point of explaining how this behavior effects the people you mistreat.

Secondly, the drinking thing. Ismail explicitly asks Constantin not to "overdo" it, and in the party sequence we get 3 separate shots of Constantin drinking (aka overdoing it lol). Interestingly they're all followed by showing Ismail NOT drinking, and we had mention of it in the clip with Sascha. So that will definitely be something that comes up again.

And apparently Constantin's dad let's him drive the car. So much for the "strict parents" headcanon I guess?

Lastly.... ava and Sascha <3

Previous chat confirmed that they're "old friends." And that last shot where he and Ismail look at each other, but the moment is interrupted by Lou... foretelling, I think.

Some other people have said this but this felt like history repeating itself. If Ava, Sascha, and Ismail are "old friends," and Sascha doesn't really vibe with Ismail's new friends (i.e. Constantin & co), it would make sense that Sascha may feel a bit disrespected or jealous to see Ismail ignoring him yet again for cool party friends.

I'm not opposed to the "Sascha is jealous (romantic)" at all either!! to me this definitely strengthened the idea that Ismail is sort of caught between two worlds but has a history of choosing one over the other, toxic people over old friends.

As a small note, I think it's a bit weird that Ismail didn't make eye contact or react to Ava at all in either of the scenes she was in this episode.... in that shot with Ismail and Sascha looking at each other she's literally right next to Sascha. I'm ready to talk about that Druck!!

Anyway we're in for so much drama rip enjoy the ride

(Grazie al canale Aurora Serie TV su youtube per il traduzione (: )

#il mio #druck #ds7 #meta

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aphroditestummyrolls · 3 years

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This one is the last one! For both @devouring-time and @ladybastet92 who requested Smiling and Hugging! I combined the two prompts because they worked so seamlessly together, I hope you don’t mind.

This scene (something like it, from Yusuf’s POV, like the rest of the story) was in the original cut of chapter four, and I think this one is the one that’s finally gonna break open the floodgates for this rewrite. I changed a few things here, like the setting (I just wanted to describe Yusuf in the rose pavilion) and the POV (but I’m definitely gonna add some Nicolò POV to a few chapters— it really needs thing up), but I took the dialogue and premise. I hope you love this, it made me feel oh so soft. 🌸✨🍓

“Can I see you again?”

That was what he always asked him.

He had so many questions, always posed with a strange formality that didn’t reach his glittering brown eyes. The Prince almost looked hopeful, as if he waited with bated breath on the edge of Nicolò’s reply.

Nicolò could hardly find a single word in his entire head when faced with that breathless politeness, and those deep, warm eyes. He couldn’t even bring himself to say the yes, yes you can, whenever you like— please let me see you again on the tip of his tongue. There was something new inside him, and it clung to him like ivy, spreading over his bones and into his chest to grip his heart.

It was want— Nicolò did not often want, but he did. He wanted to see Prince Yusuf again. And the Prince wanted to see him— he asked him.

Nicolò hardly knew what to do. He’d never had such power. If he was needed, he was sought, and brought before his king. He was ordered, not requested by the elite. Was it a trap? Or had this strange foreign prince forgotten his station?

“Why do you always ask me that?”

The question caught him off guard, and he fumbled his words. “Because you have no obligation to do so, if you… if you don’t want to.”

He had only been able to nod. He had no thoughts beyond the tug in his chest of something— something that twined them together, ever tighter and harder to resist.

It was dangerous.

It was exhilarating.

So, the Prince returned to him, again and again. He asked questions, he told stories, he complimented Nicolò’s work.

Not you, he reminded himself sternly, the traitorous heat of a blush blossoming under his skin, his palms sweating a little. He only compliments the gardens.

But the look in his eyes when he said such things was enough to leave him permanently pink and flustered, his ears burning. It was too much, almost, to hold Prince Yusuf’s gaze, and yet Nicolò could not look away. He came back, again and again.

Like that day— that day at the pavilion, Yusuf had seen the roses fully in bloom for the first time. The jasmine was in it’s last days before wilting away, but it’s cloying scent still wrapped itself round the pillars, mingling with the roses’ sweetness.

Yusuf looked transcendently beautiful.

The soft white pillars of the pavilion flanked him with the climbing vines of red, white and pink buds, petals unfurling against the backdrop of green gardens and distant lavender mountains. The darkness of his curls, his closely trimmed beard, and the black silk of his tunic set a striking contrast to the riot of nature’s colors, framing him like the negative space between stars— like a constellation.

He was looking up, and the awe laid plain on his face would have been enough to make Nicolò truly arrogant, but it didn’t. Because as Prince Yusuf gazed up into the kaleidoscope of roses that weaved up and under and around the wrought iron roof above them, Nicolò was looking at the Prince, just as struck. Just as breathless.

He had a dazzling smile— that of a true diplomat. His lips were dusky pink, and his teeth were straight and gleaming. Nicolò had been stopped in his tracks by it more often than he cared to count.

But, this smile was different from all the others he’d seen from him. The tightness around his eyes had softened, gentling his features into something genuine and unguarded. He looked young, and Nicolò realized for the first time that the Prince could not be much older than himself.

“Oh Nicolò,” he breathed, the words curling and intertwining with the scents of roses and heady jasmine. Suddenly, his throat went dry— he was rendered speechless and utterly stupid, hearing his name spoken like that. “Nicolò, this is… it’s magnificent, you’re magnificent.”

He tore his gaze from the canopy of petals above them, fixed those eyes on him, and he called him that.

Nicolò was sure he’d gone redder than any flower he’d ever grown— his cheeks burned with it, and he pressed his lips tight together, willing his face to school itself into an expression tamer than the wildness that bounced up and down in his chest. He met the Prince’s gaze, and found that he couldn’t look away.

“Gr- grazie, I…” he stuttered, voice trembling with restrained emotion, lips curling into something bright and warm against his will. He couldn’t stop the smile. “Grazie mille, your Highness.”

He should leave. He couldn’t stand the emotions threatening to burst from his chest, growing between his ribs like seeds under the sun. Under the Prince’s gaze— so soft and young, so sincere— he couldn’t take those warm attentions at such strength.

He was one breath away from making a break for the chestnut groves, when the last of his resolve finally broke.

Yusuf took his hand. It was warm and strong. His fingers were long, as elegant as the rest of him, stained at the fingertips with charcoal smudges and dried ink.

“Nicolò, are you alright?” His smile was still there, but his eyes glittered with concern.

He couldn’t contain it for a single second longer, blurting out “Y-You are just so kind.”

He thought maybe the young Prince would laugh at him— and he wasn’t sure he could take that. He was overwhelmed, a lack of control threatening him in a way he’d never felt. He should run, he could burst into tears, he could lean in and kiss those pink, smiling lips—

Yusuf let go of his hand, leaving it too cold against the air, only to throw his arms around Nicolò’s shoulders.

He was holding him. He was hugging him.

It was barely a second, but it felt like a hundred years to Nicolò’s mind. He was frozen to his spot, rooted into the ground as he had been any and every time in the past when he’d had to brace himself for impact.

It had been so very long since someone had reached for him this way.

Just as quickly, Yusuf was pulling back, urgency reversing the action, and he was wide-eyed as he did. As if he’d burned poor Nicolò, the Prince started to back away, and through the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears, his could hear his furtive apology.

“I should have thought, Nicolò, I should asked—”

And his arms moved without thought. “No!” he cried, and took the other man by the waist, reeling him back in.

The weight was steadying, comforting. It was as if a bubble had popped around them by feeling the reality of the Prince under his hands— he wasn’t some distant constellation, or a diplomat, or even a Prince. Yusuf was a man. He was young, and solid, and he loved Jasmine. He asked questions, and made requests.

A spell that had held Nicolò at the edge of propriety was suddenly broken, and he breathed the smell of Shea butter and coffee— Yusuf.

He had relaxed into Nicolò’s chest, deflating with relief and maybe something else— Nicolò felt almost like he’d been given whiplash, leaning into the man hugging him as he went from overwhelmed with pent up formality to the most at ease he had ever felt in the presence of another person.

The tip of Yusuf’s sweet, freckled nose brushed against the skin of his neck, and his beard was softer than it looked. Nicolò wanted to memorize the sensation of every single place they touched— he wanted to never let go.

But, they were out in the open, in broad daylight, only shaded from the world by a wall of flowers.

They had to let go.

“May I ask something of you?” Yusuf asked, just far back enough to hold his shoulders, arms length away, and Nicolò missed the way he could feel his heartbeat beside his own.

Nicolò beat him to it. “Yes, I would like to see you again.” He said, and he didn’t dare try to tighten his lips against his smile this time. The wildness of his joy could not be contained, not with his fingers bunched in the silk at Yusuf’s hips.

“Yes?” He grinned back.

“Yes.”

#the old guard #tog #tog fanfic #joe x nicky #yusuf x nicolo #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #immortal husbands #kaysanova #the fairytale au #color and light intimacy prompts

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spideyanakin · 3 years

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Far From Home - Part 2

Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis; Coming from another reality yourself, what will happen when you see straight through the lies of the mysterious Quentin Beck.

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The soft sound of Peter's voice woke you up from your peaceful dreams. The soft memory of how you met replacing the harsh ones that troubled you. The smile that Peter watched as you slowly woke up felt priceless to him. He watched you as your rubbed your tired eyes, slowly bringing the focus back to him, yawning as you stretched your arms and legs.

"Morning sleepy head." He chuckled as he saw your ruffled hair and tired face.

"Morning?" You smiled as you grabbed your water bottle, easing the thirst that had pilled up in the back of your throat.

"We're landing in 20" He smiled brushing your hair with his fingers as you finished chugging down the bottle.

"Goes with me." You smiled before letting out a small laugh as you felt Peter staring at you.

"Shtop Shtaringg" You tried not to laugh too much as you still had water in your mouth, your unscripted goofiness sending butterflies to his stomach.

"Never."

The nice warm Venice air hit your face as you glided through the city canals, heading towards your Hotel.

You looked at Peter as a smirk lightly formed on the corner of your lips, sending a stick of wickedness to your eyes. You eyed the dark waters and then Peter, bending down to splash him right across his shirt and face.

He looked at you in shock as his clothes became all wet, locking you in his arms as payback. You giggled as he held an iron grip on you not letting you go until you reached the Hotel; MJ, Ned, and Betty memorizing the moment with some pictures.

You pecked Peter's lips as he finally let you go before grabbing your suitcase and dragging it to the hotel, accidentally walking on a flow of wet water a step lower to the door.

"In Venice, you get your socks wet!" The teacher's voice rang through your ears as shook your soaked shoe, it making a smoosh sound as you dropped your feet on dry floor.

"Great." you sassed making Peter crack a small laugh before he kissed your temple. "It's bad luck to get your socks wet in my reality." You grumbled as Peter laced his fingers through your hand.

"Well, it's not here." He smiled. "C'mon let's put our bags upstairs. You can change your shoes there." He smiled as he helped you push your suitcase up the flight of stairs that led to a hall of ugly grey rooms.

"No boy/girls groups." The teacher said as he handed the keys to duos who walked over. You let out a large sigh as you kissed Peter's cheeks before lumping your way towards MJ with your wet soggy shoe. "Partners?" She nodded as a reply and you pouted towards Peter as you grabbed your keys.

You changed your shoes, and before you knew it you walked hand in hand with Peter on the warm streets of Venice, MJ lazily following the two of you.

Peter tried to hand you over to MJ, his plan to buy you something nice without you seeing starting to get harder and harder by the second and Ned not helping his case. So after a few minutes of dealing, Peter managed to slip his way out of your small group of three, leaving you alone with MJ.

"I bet you 10 dollars he's on his way to buy me something." You chuckled. "I don't know what though." You frowned as you didn't remember asking him for anything in Venice, the thought of the blown glass necklace you dreamed of being a far off into a corner of your memory.

"How are you, girls?" Brad suddenly slid in front of you, earning a wiggly smile from your part.

"Brad... yay." You turned a little towards MJ for the last part of your sentence, and she chuckled at your reaction.

"So Y/n how do you find Venice?" He wondered walking right next to you, making you in the middle of a sandwich with MJ and Brad.

Meanwhile, Peter trotted his way to Venice, the words you'd spoken to him a short while after you'd arrive in his reality stuck to his mind.

"So if you could have one item back to remember your reality what would it be?" Peter asked on a rainy day as you finished folding your clothes from moving into the Avengers compound.

"Um... That's a good question." You let out a sad chuckle as you placed the clothes inside your new closet. "A glass Black Dahlia necklace from Venice."

"That's oddly specific." Peter tilted his head ad let out a soft chuckle, while you looked down at your clothes thinking for a minute as you remembered the design.

"It was the first flower I'd ever manage to bring to life when I learned how to use my powers. My mother gifted me the necklace on our trip to my reality Venice." You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "It crumbled to pieces during the apocalypse..." You lowered your head as you mumbled the last few words.

"Oh... Im sorry" Peter stood up from your bed and walked over to you.

"It's ok." You smiled before Peter took your hand in his, your frown getting wiped out by a smile.

"A pretty necklace for a pretty girl." The man showed Peter the necklace and Peter's face lit up with a bright smile as he watched the fine details, hoping it looked at least a little bit like the one you had lost.

"Grazie" Peter smiled all the words stuck in the back of his throat as he imagined your reaction when he gave you the necklace on top of the Eiffel tower in a few days.

"Hey! Peter!" A bright smile had settled on his lips as he walked up to you, MJ, and Brad.

You let out a large sigh of relief as you were finally saved from Brad's flirting. You almost jumped into your boyfriend's arms, Peter gladly handing the hug back, kissing your lips on the way. You kept your hands on Peter in a way to rub it in for Brad, hoping it would make him leave you alone once and for all.

"What's this?" You questioned as you spotted the small orange bag that was balancing on his fingers. Peter quickly hid it behind his back, a blush creeping on his pale cheeks.

"Nothing... Just something to bring back to Queens," He gave you a tight smile making you raised an eyebrow before crashing on Peter's side, Peter placing a protective arm around you.

Brad rolled his eyes before leaving, making Peter question the boy's sudden change of mood. You smiled as you watched him leave, making MJ laugh.

You had a few peaceful seconds of walking through the fresh streets of Venice, the summer air lingering on your skin. But the moment quickly broke as you suddenly felt the air change, eying the water to find your answers. You approached the shore as MJ was already crouching down near crabs who were fleeing.

"That's not normal." You said, Peter eying you in concern. If someone like you who could control the elements thought something was wrong with the way sea creatures acted, then he knew you weren't safe.

Suddenly a gigantic splash of water rose from the middle of the canal, a face starting to form as it grew meters high at lighting speed. But when you observed the mass of water for answers the feeling of emptiness in the air took you aback. Peter quickly took your hand pushing you towards empty streets, grabbing two masks on the way before you could even say a word about your constat.

"Here." He shoved it towards you as quickly as he could and you hesitantly took it before placing it to your eyes, Peter quickly putting his web-shooters to his wrist. You eyed him weirdly as he shot webs into the water monster.

"Seriously? Did you not learn anything by dating me?" You chuckled as you started walking towards the water, carefully watching as buildings crumbled.

"Somethings wrong."

"No shit." Peter sassed with a smile making you roll your eyes and slightly shoving him with your shoulder.

"Im not talking about that." You paused as you tried sensing the area in more detail. "This isn't water. I feel nothing but air." You shook your head. "There's things moving around though. Like floating objects." You turned to Peter who looked as confused as you were. "Here." You pointed to a random point in the air. "And here." You pointed again towards the top of the monster, where nothing was standing but blue sky.

Peter didn't have time to answer or react to your statement before a tower started crumbling before your eyes. Peter quickly rushed towards it and you floated to the top, trying to hold it in place with vines.

"What is this?" You asked yourself as you continued staring at the buildings that were getting destroyed one by one, nothing about the monster making sense.

You kept close attention to the air behind you, feeling nothing but light dust from the falling buildings. Peter's eyes suddenly widen as he looked behind you making you question as the air felt blank. You quickly turned your head around and spotted a man with a red cape flying towards the mass of water, one that felt like thin air.

"What the-" You felt your heart pound in your chest as you started questioning your senses, wondering if they were broken.

You eyed the scene, each blast the man would realize feeling as though nothing was crossing the water or air surrounding it. Before you knew it the water monster was destroyed and the figure left leaving you in shock.

"Mysterio I like that name," Ned stated with Betty as they watched the news, MJ sitting a few steps above you on the staircase.

"I couldn't feel him." You had your face in your hands in frustration as Peter stood right next to your listening to your every word, trying to bring the pieces of the puzzle together.

"What do you mean?" He wondered as you groaned in frustration, tapping your foot on the ground as you did.

"It was like he didn't exist." You said in disbelief as you eyed the grey ugly old carpet that rolled out in front of you. "It was like he was just air-" You let out a loud sigh and a new groan of frustration escaped your lips. "What's wrong with me. I can feel you. I can feel everyone and everything that's in the air of this room... Then why didn't I feel him or the monster?" You rubbed your face as you felt as though you were about to tear up.

"Well, maybe you're just tired?"

"No Peter- I don't get tired. That's the problem. I've controlled my powers all my life and I've known how to use them ever since I learned how to walk! They've never let me down..." A silence lingered between you and Peter as a weight plopped down into your stomachs. Your speech leaving Peter wordless.

The night quieted down and everyone started walking back to their rooms, the tension in your shoulders still not leaving you. Nothing seemed to be wrong. Every single one of your powers worked, then why couldn't you feel a thing during the attack?

"You alright?" Peter asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he saw the frown that was still bright on your face. "You want to come and talk?" You eyed the teacher as his words entered your ears, carefully waiting until they were both off to their rooms to nod yes, stressfully biting your nails as Peter walked you to his room.

"Im sure it's nothing Y/n/n" Ned shrugged as he opened the door.

You all took a step in before a tranquilizer was shot right on Ned's neck taking you and Peter aback. Both your heads snapped towards the one and only Nick Fury.

"Nick!" Your preppy voice filled the air as you trotted over to take him in a hug, your presence taking him aback.

"Hey Y/n! Didn't expect to see you here..." He almost questioned your presence as he gave the hug back.

"Well, I told you I was going to Peter's school before the snap-" You answered. "And we didn't really have time to talk at the funeral..." You let your words linger as you didn't want to memories from Tony's funeral clouding your thoughts.

"Right- Now I remember seeing you with him." Nick pointed his gun towards Peter who gave him an awkward smile, a silence falling between the two.

"You're a very difficult person to contact Spider-man." Nick's cold voice went right through Peter, your brows folding as you didn't reckon Nick trying to contact your boyfriend.

"So good to finally meet you." He almost smiled as his hand slipped away from your shoulder, Fury giving Peter his full attention.

"So good to finally meet you. I saw you with her at the funeral but I didn't think that was a good time to exchange numbers." He quickly pointed towards you before folding his arms.

"Yeah that would have been really inappropriate-" Peter nervously replied.

"That's what I just said." Nick deadpanned and you placed your hand on top of your mouth trying not to laugh at his comeback. "Important thing is you're here. Even better. You're both here." He stopped to look at you. "I tried to bring you here. But now you're here. What a coincidence... And I was going to contact you Y/n by the way. I know you can come with barely a day's notice if I need you" He quickly smiled towards you before staring back at Peter.

"Wait was this a coincidence?"

"I use to know everything... But then I come back 5 years later and nothing- No intel no team. And a highschool kid is dodging my calls."

"Wait Nick Fury was calling you and I didn't know?" You spoke out of the blue making Peter even more nervous.

"I-"

"You didn't think to tell me Nick Fury was calling you!?"

"I told you I thought we needed a vacation!" He defended placing his hand on your shoulder, but your face didn't soften at the gesture.

"Peter this is Nick Fury! He's like my best friend after you and Bucky!"

"Im sorry- But-"

"Excuse me but I don't need your teenage romance drama entering this mission. We have bigger things to worry about. I need both of you to come with me" Nick Fury stopped your conversation and both your head snapped towards him.

"But we can't just-" Peter debated but Nick raised his hand telling him to shut up.

"Let's go."

"I don't trust him," you whispered to Peter who was compelled my Mysterio and hung to every single lie he was feeding him.

"Y/n c'mon. Just hear him out."

"I already am!" You said above a whisper catching the attention of everyone in the room. "I'm not going to lie when I say that I've just listened to 20 minutes worth of bullshit." This time you spoke up.

"How did you get here Beck?" You asked the man who's face suddenly fell from confident to nervous in a matter of seconds.

"I um- I used a-" He looked around for answers the only backstory he hadn't scripted hitting him like a bus. "I used my powers. Back there I could make portals that would lead to different realities. I can't anymore."

"So you're like Doctor Strange?" You wondered folding your arms as you were happy with his crappy answer.

"I guess, yes," he answered his confidence making a smirk rise on your lips.

"Then where's your sling ring?" You questioned.

"My what?"

"If you're like Doctor Strange, making portals between realities. Then where's your sling ring?"

"I don't have one." He answered tension building up between the two of you.

"Then I repeat. If you don't have a sling ring to make portals thing how did you get here Mr.Beck?"

"Y/n that's enough!" Nick fury broke your argument to an end. "Don't you see Beck's been through a lot? I get that you have been too, but don't you think that there's probably other way to shift realities?" He questioned leaving you speechless. "Now, you two will come and help us defeat this elemental, especially with your powers Y/n"

"Im done here." You dropped your hands to your side bitterly chuckling. "Pick me up when you want. I will help you because you're my friend Nick, but im not helping him." You pointed to Mysterio who hid his game well behind his fake costume. "Don't come to find me when you see him vent"

"Huh?"

"She means when you see him stab you in the back- Its um a video game-" Peter stuttered.

"I would vote him out if I were you." You waved from behind as you left the group who was staring at the exit with wide eyes as you disappeared away.

"What was that?" Peter asked you as he finally left the building, a slight amount of relief filling him as he found you sitting near the water.

"I don't trust him." You stammered keeping a firm eye on the movements of the water.

"Give him a chance Y/n/n" Peter tried to place a hand on you but you backed away.

"No Peter. How could you even ask me that? Shouldn't you also trust me then? Peter, I know the elements like no one! Those creatures are not-"

"But his earth was destroyed by them! Don't you understand what could happen to our earth! You want the same thing that happened to your reality happen here?"

"It won't Peter because they're not real!"

"So now you don't trust the good guys?" Peter raised his voice and you immediately knew where he was going. "Should I remind you, you trusted Thanos. Should I remind you that you wanted to let Thanos get all the stones?"

"Don't go there, Peter." You felt the tears come back to your eyes as he used your mistakes as a weapon against you.

"You're telling that you forgot about your little 'I'm on his side' moment, while we were literally battling for our lives. Should I remind you that you gave him the time stone?" His words made you cry even more as they were cutting through you even deeper.

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT." You screamed having enough. "HE PROMISED HE WOULD BRING EVERYTHING BACK" You spat out tears still falling. "HE PROMISED HE WOULD BRING MY REALITY BACK!" You cried even more as your words fell out of your mouth in pain. "He told me he would use to reality stone- and the time stone together-" You felt the words chug out of your mouth.

"Was that what you really wanted?" Peter replied with a bitter taste in his mouth. "To go off back to your reality. That nothing ever happened. Like you had never met me? Like you had never met Tony and the others. That you stayed with your first boyfriend." He spat out and he suddenly felt the weight of his words.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO LOSE EVERYONE PETER?" you stopped, preparing to lower your voice as you realized he did lose a lot of people close to him, but the anger too strong to let those thoughts come to action. "Do you know how hard it is to lose not only your parents but your entire family!? Every single one of your friends... Apart from Kayland- but." You sniffed. "Do you know how hard it is to lose every single thing you know because it was turned into bits by a monster who only got bigger as he thirsted for everything that moved? And even lose your EX BOYFRIEND BY THE WAY! I told you a hundred times we broke up before the apocalypse-" You couldn't trust your voice as you made eye contact with him. "I never thought you'd ever brought any of this up!" You realized with trembling words as you placed your hand up to your forehead. "It was a mistake trusting Thanos. One that I won't make again" You took a small pause to breathe as you felt the air close on your lungs.

"I trusted you and I thought you trusted me. IM THE NYMPH FOR THOR'S SAKE PETER! I can control any elements! Isn't that enough proof! And right now I can't feel anything! It was like that water monster didn't exist! And I would know if the elementals were real! They're me!" You laughed in disbelief as you choked on your words as Peter's poker face stayed up making you feel as though he had planted a knife through your chest.

"Maybe you're just tired! Like me with my spidey sense!" He tried to defend himself but he was just digging himself into a deeper hole.

"No Peter. This isn't like your spidey senses. I know my powers and I know the elements like no one in this reality. May I also add I traveled from a reality to another, and that man doesn't come from anywhere but here. And I didn't mean to go with Thanos, we both know that if he promised you he'd bring uncle Ben back you would have done the same..." You said without another word before turning around ready to walk away.

"Wait Y/n-" Peter tried to catch your arm but you pulled away with a small blast of wind as a way to protect yourself.

"Don't. This is over" Your stern words cut Peter like a knife as you walked away into the cold streets of Venice, not feeling the walk back to the crappy hotel just yet.

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do u !!! have any character theme songs for the troop boys? Like any songs you think really fits them (and why u think it fits)?

THATS A GREAT QUESTION!!

Before I get into it Im going to plug this collaborative Troop Playlist on Spotify, feel free to add onto it!! Continuing with my picks

I think a lot of the songs I associate with The Troop in general are just because I happened to listen to them around the same time I got into the book in the first place (So they could only be tangentially related BUT only if you squint hard) Example: Drunk by The Living Tombstone, cant really tie it into the story but in my mind its linked Some better, more fitting songs under the cut (Side note its LONGGG IM SORRY... Also its all YouTube links because some of these arent on Spotify :'^()

Disclaimer -Like 95% of my choices arent really a "These lyrics match up exactly 1 to 1" but more of an overall "the vibe/general idea its trying to capture lines up" type thing. If that makes sense.

Its Alright by Jack Stauber: Kind of self explanatory, I think its a perfect song for these guys. From "It's alright, I'm here, Everything's alright, Feels weird but calm, I wanna hear It's alright" to the whole sound of it- its all great. Equal parts distressing and sad with an almost eerie calmness to it. Despite it all theyre gonna be alright, right?

The Second Little Piggy by Worthikids: Another one that I think is sort of self explanatory- at least with the chorus. "If my brain turns to mush, If the shit hits the fan, Will you be my friend?" Kind of the falling apart of everything, specifically their relationships, in light of the incident.

Poor George by James Supercave: Another case of "listened to at the same time I read the book" BUT I was actually making a Troop PMV script with that song. I never finished it but maybe Ill revisit it... just for you

Cold Summer by Le Matos ft Computer Magic: I dont even think this takes place in the summer but the VIBES and also it came from Summer of 84, which is another good piece of murder boy media.

Treehouse by Alex G ft Emily Yacina: This is a Eef and Max type of song because they are bffs and thats final. Basic song because Im not creative, but I think its a nice heart to heart theyd have (with Eef doing the talking)

Fifteen Minuets by Nick Krol: On the flipside heres a song that goes with Eef and Maxs friendship fracturing, once again more from Eefs side than Maxs. THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGG

As far as songs for the boys as individuals hmmm thats a good one that I havent thought about as much...

MAX + The Ghosts by The Real Tuesday Weld: That survivors guilt... lyrics arent like a perfect match but I think it gets that sort of hollow feeling across. Hes haunted man... + Final Girl by Electric Youth: Ok its a little funny because har har Final Girl Trope but I mean HE IS ONE. ANd dont look at me its a nice song- "Others were gone, and you kept going on, You know they never really noticed, you were always different, One by one, They're all done, And you're the last one standing" + Going Grazy by Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks: HONESTLY this could go for all the characters but Im tagging it onto Max because hes the one who has to deal with the aftermath of losing everyone (sorry survivors guilt Max again </3) "Everyone's saying my mind is unsound, 'Cause I always see you when you aren't around" "They're gonna wrap me in a jacket of white, And lock me away in a room without light" is what cements it as a Max song for me

EEF + The Existential Threat by Sparks: Once again starting sad, I link this one specifically to his paranoia about the worms- especially with lines like "Can't they see the existential threat is on its way". Kind of exasperated no one else can see the danger (he thinks) hes in. + Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother: I know I know its basic but I cant help it!!! Eef anger issues arc we are shaking hands me too + Haunted by Laura Les: Eef struggles with people seeing him as "just like his father" and I think we can get some good angst out of this track if we keep that in mind. Especially the back half of the song with lyrics like "Do you think I'm frightening?" and "Mirrors shatter when I'm passing, broken glass and crashing" since he is just a reflection of his dad (to others at least). Also song good.

KENT + Goodbye Mr A by The Hoosiers: Mfw the disillusionment with authority sets in. I think the vibe fits when he had that little epiphany about how adults are fucked- not perfect but it gets the idea across me thinks. + I'm Gonna Win by Rob Cantor: Ties into his need to "win" aka be the best at everything, be in charge, all that jazz! Hell do whatever it takes to be successful, even if it hurts. That was a little emo + Toba the Tura by Forgive Durden ft Chris Conley: Not to be emo again but "They say you're gifted, well I just see a scared kid. They must have flipped it, your skills are latent. O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals. Threw away the throne... This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave. It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain. We'll disappear, but you'll stay here to rot" AND SO ON AND SO FOURTH representing his fall after it was revealed he was sick. He was referred to as "the uncrowned king" and was on top of the world but then POOF that all crumbled and it was made out that he basically deserved what happened to him. It would be fun to make a pmv of him with this song (Simplifying my thoughts a bit because Ive already written a LOT)

NEWT + I Earn My Life by Lemon Demon: Ok a little Kentcore but Im actually having a hard time coming up with songs for Newton so here we are, they can share. Newt existential crisis moment time I guess + Know How by The Crane Wives: POV Newt struggles with going through with the plans he makes to keep everyone safe (stopping Max from touching Kent, going back into the cabin, etc) "I am not brave, I am not brave, I keep my focus on what is safe, You drew a line, made up your mind, And now I'm struggling to realize" And also maybe struggling with his place in the group and as a person in general- all that living through his cousin thing. "I gotta wrap my head around, What my heart is telling me, I've been trying to drown it out, Just because I know what I am, I am supposed to do now, Doesn't mean I know, Doesn't mean I know how" + On The Outside by Oingo Boingo: Idk man. Hes on the outside lookin in!! Loner nerd!! Its ok though, we still love him

SHEL + Bad Blood by Creature Feature: The lyrics speak for themselves: "I can guarantee I will do evil things, The only way that you can stop me now, Is if you put me in the ground, Somewhere I'll never be found" + Frontier Psychologist by The Avalanches: Hinges on the fact that the principal or whoever was like "Your sons a freak" and Shels mom was like "HES PERFECTLY FINE" while Shelley was like dismembering an animal or something + Johnny by American Murder Song: The songs good but theres this ONE LYRIC that sucks so the link provided is an edited version and also a lovely Warriors oc video I think you should all enjoy and support <3 Anyway Shel would be Johnny I could see this song being a scene in the book. Field trip to Shels house and they find his murder garden

If anyone wants more for Im not opposed to making another post :^)

#SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT #I had to use my brainpower and I am very easily distracted #max kirkwood #ephraim elliot #kent jenks #newton thornton #shelley longpre #the troop #the troop nick cutter

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xxlovingfandomsxx · 4 years

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Ill Timed Confessions

Paring: OC! V x Santino D’Antonio

Warnings: death, gunshot wound, nothing but pain 😭

Word Count: 1,429

A/N: This is an AU for the ending of chapter 13 of one of the most amazing stories, called Children of Ares written by the talented @the-darklings If you haven’t read COA yet, you really should, it’s a masterpiece. But anyway, I’m sorry for the pain that you’re probably going to experience from this and I hope you enjoy the ride, I guess?

Clara races to the Continental, her lungs aching for air and her limbs screaming for rest be damned. Ares’ words still running through her head, he loves you, gives her another burst of speed as she finally lays her eyes on those familiar doors.

Clara runs straight through the lobby where she spots Charon who manages to get out the word lounge before she starts barreling towards her destination, a feeling of unease and worry flow through her as she pushes herself to run like her life depended on it.

I’m coming grumpy, hold on

Clara repeats her mantra over and over until she sees the warm and welcoming light of the lounge. She’s finally reached the top of the stairs when she hears Winston’s wary voice “Johnathan… just walk away”

At that moment, Clara realizes that no matter what Winston said, no matter what anyone said or did, he won't stop.

John can't stop, she knows that now, she’s always known that he won’t ever stop, he's too determined to place a bullet between Santino’s eyes. Time stops as she comes to a decision, the finality settling deep in her gut, a gentle calmness washes through her body as she slides down the banister.

“Yeah Johnathan,” Santino starts, in a mocking tone, “Just walk-”

BANG

A harsh quiet fills the room, a sudden unexpected stillness that has left the three men utterly speechless as they watch the scene unfold before them with looks of terror and complete shock.

Clara stumbles a bit as she tries to grasp onto the table for balance. She clutches onto the wound as she looks towards Santino, his normal expression of a cool, arrogant heir gone, an expression of pure terror replacing it.

Clara reaches out for his face, smoothing out his furrowed eyebrows, “I told you I’d come for you” She gives him a weak smile as she finally collapses, her injuries and fatigue finally catching up with her.

Multiple things happen at once, Santino reacts the fastest, jumping out of his seat to get to her. Winston struggling to keep his composure in check, John standing absolutely still, staring at the spot Clara was just occupying.

I shot her

Santino gently gathers her into his arms, “Amore, can you hear me? Open your eyes please? For me?” He watches as she struggles to open her eyes and sets her gaze on Santino’s face.

“Grumpy, are you alright?” She reaches for his face and he leans his cheek into her open palm, savoring the familiar burn of her touch. “Don’t worry about me cara mia, you just focus on keeping your eyes open, Hm?”

He frantically looks around the room until eyes land on John, fury burning in his eyes. “Look at what you’ve done! This is all YOUR FAULT!” He starts to yell in sharp Italian while an unmoving John finally lays his eyes on Clara.

I shot her

Running footsteps can be heard barreling down the stairs as Ares and the Elites made their way onto the scene. Ares does a quick sweep of the room and lands her gaze on her boss yelling at John. She slowly moves her gaze unto the body in Santino’s arms and her eyes widen as she realizes who it is.

She slowly makes her way to them, her eyes burning and slowly filling with unshed tears. Clara notices her first, a small smile on her face as she sees Ares inching her way towards them.

Clara struggles to lift her hands to speak to Ares, Santino stopping his yelling to look in the same direction as her. “Ares, grazie a Dio, I need your help… Clara was shot and she needs a doctor. You have to go find one before it's too late.”

“Grumpy-”

“No cara mia, try to stay still, we’ll get you help. What are you all just standing around for… GO GET HELP!” He yells in italian.

“Santino, look at me… Please?” Santino finally gets a good look at Clara, eyes starting to fill with tears as he met her gaze, surprised to see a loving gaze staring back at him.

“I think I have to break another promise to you grumpy, I don't think I’m gonna make it to Paris with you” She let out a sigh, her breathing growing heavier as she continues to lose blood.

She gives him a teary smile “I don’t regret it, taking the bullet for you, so don’t beat yourself over it when I’m gone okay? Don’t do anything stupid either because I won’t be able to save you next time” She inhales deeply, Santino feels a few tears slip out and cascade down his cheek.

“I promise to try not to do anything stupid amore mio” He grabs onto her hand laying against his cheek as he feels it starting to slip.

“Ares, you know how Santino manages to attract danger wherever he goes so you have to make sure he’s safe okay?” Ares manages to sign a weak I promise before she falls to her knees beside them, tears falling down her face as she gazes upon the closest thing she had to family, struggling to breathe.

“I left a letter for you in my room, Cha-Charon will be able to retrieve it for you” She inhales another sharp breath. Clara feels moisture on her cheeks, she gives her Santi a teary eyed smile.

“I know that you lo-love me grumpy,” He looks startled by the confession,”I don’t know how you managed to do it but you snuck your way into my he-heart” He lets out a shaky breath.

“What-what are you saying cara?” Clara sighs, “You’d have me be weak in front of you Santi?” She teased, he gave her a flash of a smile, “I-I, I love you Santino D’Antonio… I’m sorry for the crappy timing.” They both let out a weak chuckle.

“I’m sorry it’s taken you so long to hear it.” He shakes his head, “I would’ve waited for a lifetime if it meant you would have said it. Oh amore mio, I-” He takes in a sharp breath, trying not to let the dam break, “Clara, te amo… Ti amo con tutto il cuore” He whispers the last part, making sure that only she heard it.

Clara smiles and feels a warm type of feeling spread through her chest, the feeling disappearing as fast as it spread leaving her feeling numb. Santino leans down and leaves a kiss on her forehead, gently bumping it against his own.

She leaned forward a bit, her lips ghosting Santino's, he could feel her weak exhales this close. With his heart practically pounding out of his chest, he closes the distance and finally kisses the love of his life.

Santino feels a warmness spread throughout his body, along with a sense of relief, having learned that she did love him back. He pulled away reluctantly, cursing his lungs for their need of oxygen.

He felt her hand slip from his face and frantically looked back into her eyes. "Amore?" The light in her eyes dimmed as she managed a final adoring smile, Santino watching in anguish as she exhales for the last time, slipping into death's cold embrace.

"Cara mia?" Santino shakes her once "Clara? Wake up, amore, wake up" He shakes her again, a bit more forcefully. "Clara don't leave me please don't leave me" Santino feels the dam break, all his unshed tears making their way down his face, falling onto her cheek.

He repeats it over and over, wake up, shaking and tears streaming down his face. Ares trying to pull him away, finally succumbing to her grief as she leans onto Santino's shoulder.

Winston, still struggling with his emotions, makes his way over to them, gently grasping onto Santino's shoulder as his sobs grew louder. The finality of Clara's death sweeping through the room, not a dry eye in sight.

John sitting himself onto a chair, tears in his eyes as he realizes he killed the only other person he ever cared about in the world, Charon finally making his way into the lounge, taking in the scene before him, a look of sadness crosses his face as he inches closer.

Santino doesn't let go of Clara until she's safely placed on a gurney, attaching himself to Ares as his grief and anger take over and he dry heaves into her neck as they try to comfort each other, knowing full well that they may never recover from this devastating loss of their beautiful viper.

#john wick #santino d'antonio #john wick fic #santino d'antonio imagines #riccardo scamarcio #john wick 2 #my writings #santino d'antonio x vipress #santi x v #OC! V x Santino D'Antonio #Children of Ares #coa #D writes

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domesticblisss · 3 years

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Someone New | Pt.02

Fabian Aichner x Female Reader Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word count: 1262 Warnings: Smut. Inexperienced character (both of them are of age, aroung 20), oral (female receiving) alcohol mention. Summary: Fabian’s relationship with the new girl progresses and he wants to try something new. Pt.01

They became inseparable after that eventful Saturday night. Dinners together, movie marathons after work, her going to see Fabian’s practices and him actually showing up more at the deli. Alma was ecstatic to see her son more often, even more when she sees how happy he is with her. “You know, the first day when you came over, the moment I saw you coming through that door, I knew you would bring so much joy to this place, bella”, Alma tells her on a sunny Thursday morning, getting her off guard and leaving her speechless.

Her phone vibrated on her back pocket. Pulling it out and unlocking it, she smiled seeing it was a text from Fabian.

→ Went to the store and got that argentinian movie you like so much and a few others. what do you say, amore mio?

→ We could order some Giorgio’s pizza and I got a couple of bottles of that wine you like so much…

She bites her bottom lip trying to suppress a giggle that threatens to escape. “How did I get so lucky…” she thinks.

← Mmm, I guess… is tiramisu in this offer too???

→ Anything for you, bella.

→ I’ll get out of work earlier today, do I go straight to yours or do you want to come over to mine this time?

← Yours! Grazie mille, gioia mia.

She locks the phone with a smile on her face and greets the costumer that just got in.

They arrive together at Fabian’s place. She gets there and is greeted with a sight of a very clumsy Fabian trying to hold pizza and tiramisu boxes and open the door at the same time.

“Amore, let me help you.” she greets him and gives his cheek a kiss, grabbing the keys from his hand.

Settling down after entering Fabian’s apartment, they grab plates, wine glasses and her favourite rosé bottle, going straight to the couch. Fabian puts “Medianeras” on first, knowing her love for the movie because of how much she talks about it.

The movie is over, and Fabian talks about how sad the main characters separate lives are but how he is glad they met each other. Next, it is “Frat Star”, a comedy to lighten the mood a bit.

They decide to lie down on the couch, with Fabian behind her, hugging her. It is a very funny movie, they laugh several times. But it is kind of raunchy too, she feels Fabian growing harder and harder on her back. The inevitable sex scene comes on. It is an oral one, where the main character goes down on his interest, making her cry with how good he makes her feel.

Behind her, Fabian is rock hard, trying in vain to hide and not make her notice it. She scoots back, rubbing her ass on his erection. Pausing the movie, she asks him what is wrong.

“Iwannamakeyoufeellikethistoo” he whisper mumbles

“Sorry, carino, I can’t understand you.”

“I wanna make you feel like this too. I want to eat you out.” He says and his face goes red as a pepper.

“It’s okay, carino. Now or do want to finish the movie?”

“Now, please, now.”

“Okay! God you’re so eager.” She laughs and kisses his lips.

He gets out from behind her and she scoots back, laying her head on the couch’s arm rest and getting a pillow underneath her ass.

Fabian is back to her lips, “I don’t know how good this will be, but I’ll try my best for you, amore mio.” he confesses, as he helps her take her shirt off. She reassures him that he will do just fine and if anything, she will guide him.

He trails a path of wet kisses and little bites from her chest to her stomach, stopping right where her pants are, sitting up to unbutton it and taking it and her underwear out eagerly, in one motion. She laughs at his demeanour, one hand caressing his arm, asking “you really want this, huh? Also, take your shirt off. Please?”

Fabian does what she says, telling her she has no idea of how much he has thought about it.

He gets back to where he needs to be, kisses her thighs a couple of times, kisses her mound and goes all in. Eager and clumsy are two words that really defines him. His tongue is a bit stiff, a little too many teeth going on, but hey, at least he knows where the clitoris is.

She lets this go for a while, trying to see if he will catch up with the way she is moving her hips, but he is a bit clueless. She calls him and lifts his head with her hands.

“Baby, look… Fuck, I don’t know how to say this. Look, I do not want to hurt your feelings, but… it is a little rough. Do you know where the clit is?”

“Sorry, carina… yeah, it’s the little pea looking thing…” he says as he lightly brushes his thumb through it.

“See,” she shudders with the contact “that’s how you gotta do it with your tongue. The clitoris is very sensitive. Don’t let you tongue get stiff but also not so soft. Use it whole, the tip and its body. Kiss it, suck on it, lightly. The same goes for the whole vulva itself.” He nods and gets back to it.

He goes in shy, testing the waters and paying for attention to how she is reacting. Surprisingly, he is a quick learner. He gets more confident, applies a little more pressure but still in a pleasurable way. It is a matter of minutes before he feels her hands in his hair and legs close, trapping in his head.

To her annoyance, he raises his head to ask, “can I use a finger?”

“YES! One, two… please!” she quickly nods.

When he comes back to her mound, he comes back with a purpose. His ministrations are surer, he licks and sucks her clit like there is no tomorrow, inserts one finger and then the second, getting an instant reaction from her.

He feels her hips lift up, having to hold her down. One of her hands is holding down on the couch cushion, the is attached to his shoulder, scratching him.

“Amore, don’t stop. Please!” she begs him, her walls constricting his fingers as her orgasm explodes. She whimpers, the sweetest sound he has ever heard. He gets up and starts kissing her thighs, his fingers still working while she comes down from her high.

He comes up to her and it’s the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. Her hair is messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her breathing is uneven, her chest going up down quickly, her lips carries the laziest smile and when her beautiful eyes open, they give him this look of adoration he can’t describe.

She grabs the arm he used to ravage her and brings his fingers to her lips, making sure to make a show while cleaning them up.

“Babe, that was…”

“So fucking good…”

“Yeah?” “Yeah.” They agree with each other.

They stay in each other’s arms for a while, cherishing the moment. Fabian then gets up, goes to the kitchen and grabs her a bottle water. He positions himself between her legs once again while she drinks her beverage.

“Amore, what are you doing?”

“Gotta practice. I want to be the best for you.”

“Oh god!” she groans, and his lips finds their way once again.

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Translations:

Grazie mille: Thank you very much

Gioia mia: My joy

Carino/carina: doesn’t have an exact translations, it’s something like “dear”

#fabian aicher x reader #fabian aichner imagine #wrestling imagine #DB writes

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wexregolden · 4 years

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It’s afternoon now and I got a few hours of sleep which is great 👌🏼 And my brain is kinda working again so I can finally write a little more of what I’m thinking.

I was kinda afraid because, well, every s4 so far kind of fucked up but I have to admit that I really really enjoyed this one!

LUDOVICO FUCKING BESSEGATO IS BACK!!! And Besse really slapped this season!! I don’t know what to even say about the talent of that man - he’s back with his gorgeous shoots and cinematography and I respect that! 😌 Thanks to him for the changes he did during the season, that made the story so fitting into their world and country. The genius of season 1 and 2 is back and I love what he did with season 4!

Sana was stunning this season, wow! I really loved Bea’s acting and interpretation of Sana. She was so gentle, kind, loving and fierce and I loved her a lot this season! She is flawed, definitely, and she makes mistakes but that’s what made her seem so real. I love her bond with the girlsquad, that scene with them damaging the car and getting Sana into their middle again was so beautiful and made me cry. I especially loved the Sana x Eva dynamics. And don’t get me started on her family! Her mom is an angel <3

The way they portrayed religion seemed so beautiful but I’m not going deeper into this one and judging it as I’m not in the place to do so without being a muslim myself. Gonna stick to Elia’s saying and not talk about something I don’t know about. (Also, that Elia and Sana thing??😂)

Malik and Sana literally were the cutest and I love what Ludo did to their relationship a lot. That scene at the end with him and the kids being in the greenhouse? Sana standing outside and waving at him? Definitely the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Also the scene with them being at the pool, Sana wearing her burqini? Poetic cinema!

I know it’s Sana’s season and I love how this one actually was about her, that there was way less drama that wasn’t around her or took away her time to shine. Ludo managed to somehow connect nearly everything to her and I love his work here. But I still need to mention my boys Marti and Nico. I like how they didn’t only treat them in the background somewhere, kissing a little and that’s it but still their drama somehow made sense in Sana’s story. Still, Marti was a little bitch sometimes this season, who would have guessed I’d say that one day. Some of his actions felt a little out of character when you still have s2 Marti in the back of your head. But he’s a dumbass and emotional and confused teenager so I kind of get his actions even if I’m not the biggest fan of them but guess it might be real? But at least it all turned out good and the beach scene was the cutest 🌈

The Marti and Sana talk *chef kiss* 👌🏼😘 I loved the og bench scene when I watched it first but the more often I watched it the more it bothered me. Isak trying to tell Sana how to act regarding hate as he know it himself... even if racism & islamophobia and homophobia are totally different things. That’s why I appreciate so much what skamit did there and that Martini didn’t try to teach Sana anything or say they’re the same. He looked at it from different perspectives and established that racism and homophobia isn’t the same but that he can still kind of feel Sana’s struggle.

Filippo was the hero of the season and I love how everyone came to him and asked for help. He’s a darling. And hilarious. PRAISE FILIPPO. I love that they picked the found family trope up again 🤧

Gio, ahhh my boy! He’s such a lovely character and I loved him so much this season. And him telling Canegallo to get in line.... SLAY!!! Also Gioeva endgame!!! ❤️ Let’s not talk about that sex scene tho, I’m trying to forget it. But hey, at least they’ve showed safe sex 👌🏼

THE SOUNDTRACK!!!!! Where does Ludo find all those PERFECT songs for each situation??? WHERE? The soundtrack was once again perfect this season, I loved it so so so much! It’s perfect and I already have so many of the songs stuck in my head.

I just have to mention the hide and seek scene here which somehow became one of my favourites in the whole show, don’t ask. It was so beautiful and emotional! I started crying the moment Nico walked through the dark house on his own and the moment he entered the room with Marti in it, it was over for me! AND THE SONG CHOICE. I love their friends playing “matchmaker”, locking them in and forcing them to make up, love it. It was the perfect picture between it being sad, emotional but so funny and cute too. And the desperation and tension you could feel between Marti and Nico ufff.

Loved the different POV clips at the end, it was so well done! The Luca and Nico one probably were my favourites.

The hug that Luca gave Silvia 🥺🥺🥺

And Marti being like “Can we throw that fisherman into the water?”YES BOY. Always hard to see homophobia like that :(

Oh, but I also loved the Filippo one. Him taking a std test and Ele and him swearing to always use condoms? LOVE ME SOME GOOD SAFE SEX TALK! And I’ve missed their sibing-dynamic <3

The ending was a masterpiece! I love how the show started and ended with Gioeva and them reading texts from each other. And them getting together again YES ENDGAME ❤️ I was a sobbing mess when the shots at the beach started, it was just so so so beautiful! Them jumping into the water together, cinematographic masterpiece, Besse strikes again! I was a sobbing mess and probably understood way too little of the last clip but it was still so beautiful and such a bittersweet ending, I loved it but I’m sad at the same time ✨

Skam Italia always handled the character developments and their relationships and friendships so well, that’s what I love so much about the show. So I loved how they brought all of them together one last time and showed that they rock the whole relationship part! 💕

I’m still way too emotional about everything that happened in the last hours so I’m surprised I even managed to write all of that here and I’m sorry for every possible mistake I made. Still wanted to write down all my feelings somehow. I could still cry about it being over for now but I’m so glad it happened and I got to witness it. Especially after crying in the middle of the city after the news of the cancellation. That’s what makes getting s4 even more special and I’m so grateful. Skam Italia and all the characters mean the world to me and I’m so thankful for them and the story that made me realise it’s okay to be different, not straight, it’s okay to not feel well and lonely and that you’re allowed to express those feelings. And most of all it taught me one thing: Tu non sei solo. ❤️

Grazie mille Skam Italia 💛

#skamit #skam italia spoilers #i escalated oops #but i love it so so so much and i’m an emotional mess ufff #skam italia

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miguel-manbemel · 4 years

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Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 26: A Side is Born Part 1: Virgil’s Pregnancy

Today is one year since the first episode of this story inspired on Sanders Sides by Thomas Sanders and Joan S. was released. I figured I had to do something special to celebrate it and I decided to try something new. And I decided to do something that hasn’t been done even on the original Sanders Sides: a five part epic serialized story starring the Sides.

The fun fact is that this originally started as a regular entry and the idea of a multipart episode came when I wrote the ending. And yes, the title is quite revealing. A new original Side is joining the story and it’s gonna be Roman and Virgil’s son. They’re not human so why not making a male pregnancy possible in this universe? I hope you enjoy this silly opening for this story which will be released on a weekly basis. So, until next week.

WARNINGS: The story features a physical childbirth with the struggles and pain usually associated with it, including a scene of vomiting, if it could be a trigger. Existential doubts for Virgil are to be found in the story too. Also romantic prinxiety and logicality, and a brief hint to romantic receipt played for laughs. Because yes, Remus appears, but he’s an ally in the story. This doesn’t prevent him from doing his anctics of course.

SYNOPSIS: Thomas feels strangely nervous, so he feels something’s wrong with Virgil. He’s sick and nauseous and his belly starts growing so they all deduce that Virgil must be pregnant. Now they wonder how this happened and Virgil has doubts about if he’s gonna be a good parent or not.

EPISODE INDEX

[Thomas is reading from his cell phone]

THOMAS: Merci… Gracias… Grazie… Go raibh maith agat… Efharisto… Danke schön… Tack så mycket… Dank je wel… Hvala… [noticing the camera] Oh, there you are. What am I doing, you say? Well, I’m learning how to say “Thank you” in as many European languages as I can. Soon I’ll be traveling to Europe and I want everyone to understand at least that from me… The next thing I’ll learn will be how to say “I love you”. What? That’s so me, you say? Well, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart and I’m grateful and proud of having you as my wonderful followers, the best followers anyone could ever ask for… but I don’t know what you mean by “that’s so me”.

[intro sequence]

THOMAS: What is up, everybody? Today hasn’t been a really good day. I don’t know why, but I have been feeling on the edge all day. Really, really nervous, and I don’t know why, cause we didn’t have specially stressful projects today. Well, I guess you know what comes next. If an emotion of mine spirals out of control, I have the advantage of being able to talk to that emotion face to face, so here we go. Virgil? Could you come here, please?

[Virgil rises up. He looks pale and sick]

VIRGIL: What do you want… [retches] Thomas?

THOMAS: Whoa… Are you okay, Virge? You look sick…

VIRGIL: Very observant, detective Sanders… I’ve been feeling awful today.

ROMAN: [rising up] Why didn’t you tell me any of this, my love?

VIRGIL: I didn’t want to concern you, Roman. Probably it’s just something I’ve eaten that’s not agreeing with my stomach.

ROMAN: Still, my duty as your husband is taking care of you when you’re feeling bad. I thought we had agreed on not hiding things from each other.

VIRGIL: Don’t worry, Roman, I’m sure this is not serious.

PATTON: [rising up] What is this about not feeling well, son?

VIRGIL: Oh… don’t worry, dad, I’m…

[Virgil can’t end his statement, as he suddenly turns around and starts loudly vomiting off-screen. Faces of disgust are shown from each of the Sides and Thomas]

THOMAS: Oh, my gosh…

ROMAN: It… It’s the first time that I see… magenta vomit?

PATTON: It would be cute if it wasn’t so disgusting…

THOMAS: What the heck did you have for breakfast today, Virgil, a bag of ink cartridges?

VIRGIL: [turning front] Do you think I am Remus or something? I’m sorry for this mess, Thomas. I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I didn’t eat anything unusual today.

ROMAN: I don’t know… Could it be indigestion over too much eating?

VIRGIL: What do you mean?

ROMAN: Well, I’m sorry, my love, I didn’t want to say it, but… I think you’re gaining a bit of weight lately.

VIRGIL: What?

ROMAN: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, but… look at your belly.

[Virgil looks at his belly. His purple shirt is too tight on it]

ROMAN: Your delicious abs are gone right now. Don’t get me wrong. I love that chubby belly and I’ll love you in any body shape, but I’m just worried about how you’ve gone chubby so suddenly.

VIRGIL: [angry] I’m not chubby! And I’m not fat, for the record! It’s just the belly what has got thicker! [suddenly outbursts crying] Why you have to be so rude!?

[Virgil starts crying, sobbing, with both hands covering his face]

ROMAN: [scared] I’m sorry! I’m sorry, my love! I’m sorry!

THOMAS: Morning nausea, protuberant belly, irritability and emotions on the edge… Heh… It’s funny. If you weren’t a man I would say that you’ve got all the symptoms of being pregnant.

[Virgil slowly lowers his hands from his face and looks at Thomas with a face of horror]

THOMAS: [serious] Wait… don’t tell me that you can…

VIRGIL: Oh… my… goodness… [putting his hands on his belly] For the love of Gerard Way…

THOMAS: But… this is not a Sims game! Since when can a person with male reproductive organs get pregnant!?

ROMAN: [in shock] I… I didn’t know that was possible either.

VIRGIL: [stuttering] I wasn’t certain if it could be possible. But these past months I was thinking… How did Patton have me? All of us, the Sides of Thomas, are male like him, so there were only two options. Either Patton got someone pregnant who delivered me, or he got pregnant with me at some point. In any case, there was a male Side delivering me. The alternative is me being created by the Mind Palace itself, like most Sides, and therefore Patton not being my real father, which I know it can’t be true, given the special kind of love and connection that we share. I refuse to believe that Patton is not my real father. That’s out of the question.

PATTON: You are my son, Virgil. Never have any doubts about it, because the connection that exists between us both, the kind of pure, unconditional love that I feel for you and you feel for me, that wouldn’t exist otherwise. However, I’m a bit confused. By that time, I hadn’t been with anyone yet… and I haven’t got any recollection of having you through pregnancy. Is that how kids are…?

VIRGIL: Either way, it probably was so long ago that you don’t remember how it happened, just as I don’t remember being born as a Light Side, then turning Dark. [makes a sudden pause and looks at Patton with a serious face] Wait… what do you mean by “by that time”, dad? Do you mean that after I was born you have…?

ROMAN: [interrupting Virgil, nervously] Um… Thomas, I think we need Logan to shed a light to all of this, don’t you agree?

THOMAS: Yes, I’m so confused that I think my head is going to explode. I hope Logan can help us. Logan, could you come here, please!?

LOGAN: [rising up] How may I serve you, Thomas?

THOMAS: It’s not me who needs help. It’s Virgil.

LOGAN: Well, what’s the problem?

VIRGIL: I know it doesn’t make any sense and that it defies all laws of reproduction, but… I think I might be pregnant.

LOGAN: [unconcerned] Okay. How do you feel?

THOMAS: What? You think it’s completely logical that a male individual can get pregnant?

LOGAN: Well, I would find it completely illogical if Virgil was human. But he’s not, and as you know, not all laws of science apply to the Mind Palace, so in theory is perfectly possible for him to get pregnant. It is the first time that I’ve seen it with my own eyes, though. [looking furtively at Patton] That means we’ll have to take extra precautions when…

ROMAN: [nervously, looking at Logan with a murderous glance] Um… yes, Logan we all must always take precautions when. But it’s a little late for you to tell us this, don’t you think?

LOGAN: Well, you should be happy, Roman. I thought your biggest concern was your apparent inability to, following the laws of your principality, conceive a legitimate heir to the throne of Sandersia because you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life with anyone other than Virgil. Now that’s solved and you’ll get the legitimate offspring you always wanted to have while preserving your true love.

ROMAN: I… I hadn’t thought about that… But that’s right, Virge, I always wished to have offspring and you made the miracle possible. I love you.

VIRGIL: Well, I love you too, but I would have wished to know that this was possible beforehand, so that we could have planned this all more carefully.

LOGAN: First, before we continue theorizing, I think it would be best if I made a little check on Virgil to verify or counter-verify the news. It would be silly to talk about it when we don’t know yet if you’re really expecting. For all we know, it could just be a bad case of gas.

VIRGIL: I wish, but I don’t think so. Do I have to pee in a glass or something?

LOGAN: That won’t be necessary, just relax and let me do my work.

ROMAN: Won’t the shaking energy you use be dangerous for the baby, if they exist?

LOGAN: Don’t worry, I’ll be working on low power to avoid any damages to the child. Virgil open up your hoodie and lift up your shirt. I’ll need direct contact with your skin to be able to make a low-power check on you.

VIRGIL: Okay, Logan, you’re the doctor.

[Virgil opens up his hoodie and, with some difficulty as it is already too tight, he lifts his shirt up to the chest. Logan approaches Virgil and puts his hand gently on Virgil’s belly button, then starts caressing Virgil’s belly gently]

VIRGIL: It’s funny, I feel like a weird tingling sensation wherever Logan places his hand…

THOMAS: Incredible, it looks as if your belly was growing bigger by the minute as we speak… No offense, dude, I have felt that sensation myself sometimes after eating too much pizza.

LOGAN: Guys, be quiet, please. It’s harder for me to compile data while working with this low amount of power, I need silence or I won’t read anything.

THOMAS: Sorry, Logan.

[Logan slowly caresses Virgil’s belly up and down, left and right for a few seconds with a face of huge concentration. Roman, Patton and Thomas watch in expectation]

LOGAN: [taking his hand off] Okay… it’s done.

[Logan returns to his place]

VIRGIL: [on the verge of hysteria] Well, what did you see!?

LOGAN: Congratulations, guys. It’s a boy. Not surprising, though, as all Sides of Thomas share with him the same sex, gender, and attributes.

ROMAN: So, it’s true, then. We have a bun in the oven.

LOGAN: [confused, looking at the kitchen] I… I don’t think so, Roman, the oven is unlit and there are no signs of dough on the counter… And what does that have to do with this case, anyway?

THOMAS: It’s an expression, Logan, write it down on your vocab cards. Well, guys, I think we must call the others to give them the news. Deceit! Honesty! Remus!

[Deceit and Honesty rise up. Remus pops up]

DECEIT: What’s the ma… [looking in shock at Virgil, who is still with his shirt up as his now too bulging belly doesn’t let him lower it down] …what is going on here?

[Virgil summons his shirt away and zips up his wider hoodie with no shirt underneath]

VIRGIL: This is going faster than I thought. Wasn’t this supposed to last for nine months or something?

HONESTY: Nine… nine months? You mean that…?

ROMAN: Yes, guys. I don’t know how this happened, but we’re having a baby!

REMUS: Well, we’re all adults, Roman. We all know how babies do happen. [smirk] Wow, you really were hungry after these two months away from your husband! [wiggling his eyebrows] You two made the most of your time together, right?

PATTON: I didn’t know that’s what you had to do to make babies happen. I didn’t really know this thing existed until recently, so…

VIRGIL: Until recently? So you recently have…

ROMAN: [interrupting, looking at Patton with another murderous glance] Is no one going to congratulate us?

HONESTY: Of course, Roman. Congratulations!

DECEIT: Congratulations, Virgil. I… I’m happy for you.

VIRGIL: Thank you, Dee.

REMUS: That means that now I’m gonna be an uncle! [gasps realizing something] I’ll be Uncle Remus! [starts singing to the tune of the Disney song] Zeep-a-dee-doo-dah! Zeep-a-de-day! My, oh, my, what a wonderful day… [speaking] I hope you don’t pretend that I don’t exist like it happened to that other famous Uncle Remus from Disney.

THOMAS: Nah, you don’t need to worry. We already tried that and it doesn’t work. Not completely at least.

PATTON: And now not only I’m gonna be a dad! I’m gonna be a grand-dad too! I’m so happy!

[Patton jumps to hug Roman and Virgil, squeezing them a little bit. In doing so, the magenta puddle on the stairs behind Virgil is exposed]

REMUS: Wait, what is that magenta puddle behind Virgil?

[Patton goes back to his spot]

VIRGIL: [looking at the puddle] Oh, that’s right, I forgot to clean it up. I went really sick a moment ago and I puked this magenta… goo.

REMUS: It has a really pretty color… Can I eat it?

EVERYONE: [yelling at the same time] NO!!

REMUS: Ugh… But it looks so delicious… Why letting go to waste such a cute delicacy? [Virgil summons the puddle away] Okay, fine… I’ll make my own magenta puddle later. And I won’t share!

THOMAS: Thank God the vomit’s gone. I was fearing how long it was gonna take me to clean the stain off the carpet.

VIRGIL: One thing I don’t understand is… why was that vomit all magenta? I don’t get it.

LOGAN: Well, magenta is the result of mixing red and purple. Roman is red and you are purple. The Side that is inside of you, about to be born, will be magenta, for sure.

VIRGIL: [in pain, putting his hand on his belly] Aw!

ROMAN: [scared] What was that, Virgil! Are you okay?

VIRGIL: I… I think so… He moved inside me, and kicked me really hard from my insides. It was so weird…

ROMAN: Seriously, Logan. How can this go so fast? This morning he was having the first nausea and now he looks as if he was six months pregnant already!

LOGAN: Well, as I told you, we’re not human. Maybe instead of nine months, Virgil’s pregnancy will be only nine hours. Probably less, judging how fast it’s going.

THOMAS: I was thinking…

LOGAN: What?

THOMAS: When we lost Ira, you said that, one day or another, the Mind Palace would create a new Side to substitute him as Wrath. Could it be that the Side that is about to be born will assume my Wrath functions?

LOGAN: I don’t think so, Thomas. Roman is Creativity and Virgil is Vigilance and Anxiety. The Side that is born from them must have traits from them both, just like Virgil, son of Patton, shares with him that he’s a feeling. Wrath as an aspect is not directly tied with Creativity and Anxiety, it could happen as a product of Anxiety, but it can also happen on its own without it. Besides, it is up to the Mind Palace to create the new Side of Wrath, he won’t be born like this. We’ll still have to wait for the new Wrath to arrive someday.

THOMAS: Okay, if you say so, Logan. But then, what Side of me will he be?

LOGAN: I can’t tell yet. I’ll need to check him when he comes out. Then we’ll know for certain.

VIRGIL: [scared] Guys… How is the baby going to come out from me? Unlike women, I don’t have any ducts in my body through which he could come out.

REMUS: Yeah, is he going to burst out through his chest like in the movie “Alien”?

[Virgil grimaces]

ROMAN: [angry] Remus, please!

REMUS: What? That’s exactly what Virgil was thinking about, only that I put it out into words so you all know what he wanted to say. You’re welcome, Virge.

LOGAN: It’s okay, Virgil. When I checked you out I also checked the baby’s basic biology and status. Remember that our bodies can shape-shift?

VIRGIL: Yes…

LOGAN: Well, so the baby can. When the moment of delivery comes, he will come out through… any open conduct of yours as if it was some kind of gaseous smoke, safely solidifying in your arms without any damage for any of you.

REMUS: So, he’s literally gonna fart my nephew out? [clapping hands excited] That is so my aesthetic! I love it! I wanna have a baby too! Dee, will you help me out!?

DECEIT: [horrified] Whoa! Don’t stay away from me!

REMUS: [happy] Yay! Let’s do it!

DECEIT: [nervous] No, I really meant to say that! When I get nervous I tell the truth! Ugh! Don’t step back! [Remus starts approaching Deceit with his arms wide open and a sick smile] Dang it! Why did I have to be the embodiment of lies!? Guys, don’t help me!

[Deceit starts running away, Remus runs after him. They run in circles for a while while Patton shows a face of confusion, Honesty a face of shock, Logan facepalms, Thomas shows a concerned face and Roman just stares with a void expression. Then Virgil is shown with a face of angry struggle until he snaps]

VIRGIL: [yelling] F… [bleep] …ING SHUT UP!!!

[Everyone looks at Virgil, Deceit and Remus stop and look at Virgil too]

VIRGIL: FOR F… [bleep] ‘S SAKE, SHUT UP! AW! IT HURTS!

ROMAN: Virgil, what’s the matter!?

VIRGIL: How do you want me to know!? This thing inside of me is so heavy now! And it hurts! Aw!

LOGAN: Uh-oh! I think the time has come!

VIRGIL: What!? So soon!? I’m not ready yet!

LOGAN: Well, the baby is gonna pop out, whether you’re ready or not. Come to the couch, come on.

[Roman and Logan grab Virgil’s arms and help him walk to the couch, where he lies down]

VIRGIL: This is horrible! I thought you said it wouldn’t hurt!

LOGAN: No, I said it wouldn’t damage you. I never talked about pain. Your whole abdomen is full of gas as the baby takes that form to get out. How wouldn’t that hurt? Once you start delivering, the pain will disappear, you’ll see.

VIRGIL: Gosh… this all looks so ridiculous! Are you sure this is not some short of stupid nightmare!?

PATTON: It is not, but if it was a dream, why call it a nightmare? This moment, even with the struggle right now, should be something beautiful for you. Is it not?

VIRGIL: I don’t know, dad… I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father.

PATTON: Why?

VIRGIL: How am I going to take care of someone else when I can barely take care of myself, and with difficulty? I’m gonna suck as a parent! I’m not good enough for such a huge responsibility! I’m so scared!

ROMAN: [holding Virgil’s hand] You are good enough, Virgil. You’re the one who always takes into consideration all the possible outcomes to any situation before it even happens. The kid wouldn’t be in safer hands than yours.

VIRGIL: But I’m wrong a lot. What if he turns into some kind of manic paranoid because of me? What if I spoil him and turn him into a sad excuse of a Side? What if…?

ROMAN: Enough with those “what ifs”, Virgil! That’s not gonna happen! I’m a little scared too. I think it’s normal to feel unsure when a new life comes into the world and it’s your responsibility to take care of him. But remember that you’re not alone in that responsibility. This child is also my son and I’m gonna take my part of the duty too.

PATTON: And we’re also here to help you two in any way you need.

ROMAN: I’m sure we’ll figure it out. As long as we’re together, we can do it, you’ll see.

VIRGIL: Roman…

ROMAN: Yes?

VIRGIL: Please, don’t drop my hand while it happens.

[Roman smiles lovingly at Virgil and kisses his forehead]

ROMAN: Never. I only beg you something.

VIRGIL: What?

ROMAN: Please, when you’re pushing, don’t break my finger bones while you’re holding my hand… I need it to write.

VIRGIL: [titters] I’ll try… [suddenly in pain again] Nnghh!

LOGAN: Okay, now calm down, Virgil, and listen to me. I’m gonna be your midwife during the process and I’ll help you go through it safely. This is not gonna be like a regular human delivery with contractions and all that stuff. What you’re feeling right now is the baby, in the form of smoke, circulating inside your body, trying to find the way out. It is as if you had a bad case of intestinal cramps. That can really hurt sometimes in a regular situation, so imagine having your whole intestine full of it.

VIRGIL: [in pain] Oh, they’re really bad cramps, I can confirm! Roman, if you want any more babies, you’re gonna carry them!

ROMAN: I… I think one will be enough…

LOGAN: When the smoke reaches the exit, the pain will be gone and will be replaced by the happiness of having your son in your arms, and you’ll think that all you’re going through right now was really worth it. But until that moment comes, I need you to be strong. Okay?

VIRGIL: [whining, his forehead is full of sweat] Okay…

LOGAN: Now, I’m sorry, but I need you to be in more suitable clothing for the operation.

[Logan moves his hands and Virgil is now dressed with a purple hospital gown]

LOGAN: [positioning next to Virgil’s feet] That should do it. It’s open in the back so that the baby can come out… from where he has to come out… while respecting your own privacy.

VIRGIL: Thank you… [in pain] Aw! Here comes the pain again, and it’s worse than ever!

LOGAN: Okay, as I said there are no contractions, but what doesn’t change is that I’ll need you to push.

VIRGIL: Couldn’t I get the epidural?

LOGAN: It’s too late for it to take effect. You’ll have to cope. It will be over in less than a minute.

VIRGIL: Seems more like a century! [yelling] Aaah!

LOGAN: Now, push!

[Virgil makes a gesture of pushing while groaning. Roman looks at Virgil with the hugest concern. Then Virgil stops and loudly pants]

ROMAN: Come on, my love! I believe in you! You’re strong enough to do this!

LOGAN: It’s not enough yet. Push again… now!

[Virgil pushes again. A loud rasping noise is heard]

VIRGIL: Is it out yet?

LOGAN: [with a face of disgust as if smelling something unpleasant, fanning with his hand] No, sorry, that was just a regular fart. But it’s a good sign. The next thing coming out of there will be the baby. Now, one last time, use all your might you have left and push as if tomorrow would never come. Now!

VIRGIL: [pushing] NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAA!!!

LOGAN: Here it comes!

[A bright magenta smoke comes out of Virgil’s body. As it comes out forming a magenta cloud, Virgil’s belly shrinks until it returns to its normal flat form, while he shows a face of huge alleviation. Then, the cloud floats to Virgil’s chest and after some seconds, it disappears, to reveal a little baby dressed only with magenta diapers. The baby starts crying]

LOGAN: Well, it’s done. Good job, Virgil.

VIRGIL: [with his eyes full of tears] I… I… look at him, Roman.

ROMAN: [crying] I’m looking at him, Virgil. He’s as handsome as his dad. And I mean you.

THOMAS: [with his eyes full of tears] He looks just like me when I was a baby, I’ve seen photos of that. Congratulations, guys. I’m so happy for you.

VIRGIL: Thank you, Thomas.

ROMAN: Thank you.

THOMAS: Now, how are you going to name him?

VIRGIL: Well, first we need to know what aspect of your personality he’s going to represent. I want him to have a suitable name. [kissing the baby’s crown] A perfect name for a perfect boy.

LOGAN: Let me check the baby now and I’ll tell you what Side of Thomas he is.

[Logan touches the baby gently for a couple of seconds then looks at the couple]

LOGAN: Well, I can tell you confidently that this baby represents Thomas’ creative angst. He’s also his emotional sensitivity, his empathy and the Side that helps him connect his creativity with his emotions. That was probably inherited from his grandpa. Congratulations to you too, Patton, by the way.

PATTON: Thank you, my lo… [noticing he was about to mess up] …o-o-o-gan.

VIRGIL: Okay, I was too busy being worried about what was happening to me earlier. But now that that’s taken care of, what are you three hiding from me? And yes, I’m looking at you too, Roman, don’t think I didn’t notice it earlier. And you called me out for hiding things from you?

ROMAN: I’m sorry, Virgil, I…

PATTON: Sorry, son, I asked him to keep the secret for us. I promise we were gonna tell you eventually.

VIRGIL: Tell me what?

[Logan’s face is bright red. He looks nervously in all directions]

PATTON: I can tell them if you want me to.

LOGAN: No, what kind of teacher would I be if I couldn’t deliver a simple sentence stating a true fact about us? Well, the truth is that… [starts stuttering nervously] well, that Patton and I… well…

[suddenly, out of nowhere, Logan shows a determined face, looks at Patton and plants a long kiss on his mouth. All the Sides look at them in shock]

LOGAN: [breathing heavily] There! That should do it. [pulling out a vocab card] They say that “an image is worth a thousand words”, and since I was never gonna be able to put my feelings down in words, I decided to use the real language of feelings to communicate how much I’m in love with Patton. [embarrassed] Oh, wait, I did say it…

[Virgil looks at Logan and Patton. Notices how red Logan’s face still is and starts slowly giggling. Soon the giggling becomes a loud cackle and the laughter spreads to the rest of the Sides. In the end, even Logan is faintly giggling]

VIRGIL: Wow, I really needed this laugh after what I have just gone through. I’m happy for you two, guys. You really make a cute couple.

PATTON: Thanks, kiddo. Well, I don’t know if I should call you kiddo anymore, now that you’re a father yourself.

VIRGIL: Please, dad, no matter how old I get, and how many children I’ve got – which will only be this one, by the way – never stop calling me kiddo. I’ll always be your kiddo, okay?

PATTON: [heartwarming smile] Okay… kiddo.

ROMAN: Glad that the secret is out. Do you know how many times I was tempted to strangle you every time you messed up? You both suck at hiding secrets.

PATTON: Sorry, Roman. And thank you for staying true to us even if we made it so difficult. And now, kiddos, what name will you choose for the baby?

VIRGIL: I’m too tired right now to choose a name. Roman, you’re the creative one. Choose a name for our son.

ROMAN: Well… Since he’s now royalty, he needs a name worthy of a prince. Creative angst, you said? Hmm…

[all the Sides and Thomas look at Roman in expectation while Roman is thinking]

ROMAN: [talking to himself] Creative angst… Creative angst… If I rearrange these letters, remove some of them and add some more… [yelling to the others] I got it! His name will be Christian. Prince Christian Gerard Sanders. Gerard is in honor of Gerard Way, vocalist from My Chemical Romance, cause I know how much Virgil loves that band. And if you shorten the name to Chris Sanders, it sounds like the famed author of Lilo & Stich and How to Train Your Dragon. Even though that director’s full name is Christopher, I still think the name Christian really suits our boy. Do you like it, Virge?

VIRGIL: Like it? I love it, Roman. Just as much as I love you.

[Roman leans towards Virgil and kisses him]

THOMAS: Well, I think we should all let them rest. Feel free to rest on my couch all the time you need, Virge. You can stay over for dinner if you want.

VIRGIL: Thank you, Thomas, I’d really appreciate that. I need some time before I feel ready to stand up.

THOMAS: Of course, take all the time you need.

VIRGIL: For starters, Logan, would you mind giving me my outfit back? This gown is still open in the back and I can feel something itchy from the couch getting on my higher back and in my… [looking at Patton] … lower back.

THOMAS: Sorry, Virge. I’ve been so busy these past few days… that I didn’t have time to vacuum the couch for a couple of weeks. There probably are crumbs of pizza everywhere and you must be lying on them. I didn’t expect Logan to put you in that open gown.

VIRGIL: Thomas! I’m gonna be itchy for a week!

PATTON: Let me hold the baby, son. Roman, help him brush his back okay?

ROMAN: Okay…

THOMAS: [to the camera, putting himself in front of it, blocking the action behind him] Okay, to all of you out there, thank you much for watching this… weird session of ours we had today, and until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non binary pals. Peace out!

[end card]

[Virgil is sitting on the couch, already with his usual hoodie on. Roman is next to him. They’re having a pizza that Thomas ordered]

VIRGIL: Is it weird that I feel as if everything today had happened like a decade ago? I can barely remember anything of the bad, [looking at Chris, who is sleeping on a light blue cradle Patton summoned earlier] just the good that came in the end.

ROMAN: Yeah. You never know what life has in store for you. Yesterday we were living our lives like always, and now here we are, facing the ultimate adventure of life that is parenthood.

VIRGIL: It’s a good thing that Logan told us that I can’t produce milk and that I have to summon bottles of formula for him. I don’t know if I could have stood the sensation of having to breastfeed the baby through my nipples. And women can go through this and an even a harder kind of delivery labor than mine? Women are the real superheroes. Kudos to them all.

ROMAN: Yeah… I don’t know why stories like the ones I usually star in always portray women like a delicate creature that needs someone like me to save them. When in reality, most of the time, it’s them who save us in so many different ways.

THOMAS: Do you want any more pizza, guys?

VIRGIL: Oof… thanks, Thomas, it was great pizza, but I’m full.

ROMAN: Me too…

CHILD-LIKE VOICE: [off-screen] Pizza…

[Thomas, Roman and Virgil get quiet]

THOMAS: What was that?

VIRGIL: It sounded like the voice of a kid…

ROMAN: Did the neighbor kid sneak into your apartment to steal your meals again, Thomas?

THOMAS: I hope not. I seriously talked with his parents and they promised me they would severely ground him if he did that again. He wouldn’t dare to…

VOICE: [voice] Pizza! Pizza!

THOMAS: Again! Who’s there!? Where are you!? Show yourself!

ROMAN: Whoever it is, they’re in the same room.

VOICE: Pizza!

VIRGIL: The voice comes from the cradle! [jumping to the cradle] Whoever you are, get away from my son!

ROMAN: I have a samurai sword and I’m gonna use it!

VOICE: Pizza! Gimme pizza! Pizza!

VIRGIL: Um… guys…

ROMAN: What?

VIRGIL: It looks like our little baby is not so… little… anymore… Look…

[Virgil takes Chris out of the cradle. Except that it is now a three year old boy]

CHRIS: [giggling and poking Virgil’s nose] Dad, I want pizza!

THOMAS AND ROMAN: [overlapping] Whaaat!?

[A sign reading “To be continued, guys, gals and non binary pals appears]

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oingos-bitch · 4 years

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Another JoJo Mall Fanfic™ -- Rainforest Café (Part 1)

Part 5, Part 4 and Part 2 Spoilers!

"Y-YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STOLE MY LUGGAGE!"

Giorno gulped. The short boy stalked over to him, glaring daggers.

"I haven't forgotten about you, I hope you're ready to pay me back."

Echoes' summoning was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Koichi, dude, are you alright?"

"Yeah, Okuyasu, I'm fine." He trembled in anger. "Unless you wanna help me put this blond son of a bitch in his place."

"Ohhh."

A bass-boosted fart could be heard as a blue figure appeared.

"Why didn't ya tell me sooner? Whose ass are we gonna kick first?!" Okuyasu cracked his knuckles.

"That blond bastard, who else?"

"Uhmm...Which one?" He whispered.

"Huh?"

It was then that Koichi noticed the much, much taller -- 'And scarier!' -- blond male sitting across from Giorno. And he did not look amused.

"Are you done yet, piccolino?"

"Wha- what?"

Caesar sighed. "I would just like to get my order without any trouble, if that's not too much to ask. However," his green eyes narrowed.

"If it's trouble you're looking for, then I'll be glad to indulge you."

His chair fell over as he stood up. Maintaining his glare, he spread his arms as a large bubble formed between them. Anticipating a fight, the two teenagers defensively posed, shouting their stand names. Caesar was just about to strike before Deus Ex Josuke appeared.

"Guys, as much as I would love to help right now, there's people here. . ."

Koichi's blood ran cold. He had the sense to immediately call back Echoes and nervously regain his composure, straightening his pose. Okuyasu, however, did not.

"So what?? Everyone should see this asshat get a well-deserved beatdown!" He growled.

"Okuyasu, no." Josuke pulled his best friend aside and leaned into him.

"I know you mean well, but we're probably gonna get fired -- and I don't wanna make my great-gramps sad!" Josuke slightly teared up at the thought.

Okuyasu's face flushed in embarrassment.

"I don't wanna, either! I-I'm so sorry, Josuke!"

He began to sob on the spot.

"I-I'll do better next time!"

"It's alright, man, just calm down a little." Steak-hair patted his back.

Everyone within a ten-foot radius stared wide-eyed at the scene. Even passerby stopped for a few good minutes! Josuke slowly got up and let go of Okuyasu, facing the crowd. He knelt down and waved his hands vigorously.

"Aaaaand, SCENE! Uh, we hope everyone liked it!"

Crickets.

He smiled from ear -to-ear, sweat beading down his temple. A lone clap sounded from the middle of the restaurant. A few more claps were soon drowned out by diners resuming their meals and their conversations. Josuke let out a relieved sigh.

He looked around to see if anyone else was staring -- 'Nope!' -- then proceeding to step towards Caesar, looking him square in the eye.

"Next time you mess with my friends, you may not be so lucky."

Caesar smirked and returned his icy stare.

"That doesn't sound like much of a threat, coming from someone like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Caesar looked him up and down. "Look at yourself. . .A teenage delinquent, working at the only 'high-paying' job that'll accept you, picking fights with those obviously more experienced than you."

"You don't know how many fights I've been in!"

"Hm, no, but with that attitude, I can guess."

"Wanna find out?" Josuke grinned.

Caesar cocked his head to the side, the boy seemed familiar, but he just couldn't put his finger on it --

"Yoo-Hoo! Caesarino!~"

Caesar groaned and turned around.

"Hello, JoJo -- DIO MIO, JOSEPH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?!"

"It's my old outfit! I needed it for my job and it still fits perfectly!" He laughed heartily.

His friend buried his face in his hands. Joseph took this as a sign to flex in front of him.

"Whaddaya think?~"

Caesar pushed him away. "Awful, awful, everything's awful. If you're gonna dress in drag, you should at least do it right."

"HEY, that's what Jolyne always tells me!"

"And she's correct. Ugh, JoJo, you could have at least shaved your beard."

"But I think my beard makes me sexy. . ." He pouted.

"It does, but that's beside the point --" Caesar froze.

No, absolutely not, this was the last thing he needed today. The day had started off so badly already, he couldn't have Joseph knowing his secret, too! It would all be too much!

Thankfully, Joseph broke the silence quickly. Grinning, he posed some more.

"Sexy, eh? You really think so?~"

Caesar tried his hardest to sound annoyed. "If you say so, JoJo."

"Ah, but you're the one who said it.~ So, d'ya really think so?"

The Italian pulled his face away from his hands to get a look at Joseph. He didn't really need to look at him for so long to see that he was handsome, but he really needed to save his skin right now. So he eyed Joseph from different angles: profile, front, three-quarters view, even worm's eye view!

This went on for longer than expected, and Joseph began to whine.

"C'mon, you already got a good look, just tell me already!"

Begrudgingly, Caesar moved his eyes away.

"I guess so."

"Really?!" Joseph beamed.

He nodded. "I mean, I think Suzi --"

Inwardly, he groaned. He hated to think it, he hated how it sounds, and most of all he hated to say it, but he couldn't risk raising Joseph's suspicions. Or worse, risking their friendship.

"-- I really think Suzi thinks so."

For a moment, Joseph seemed surprised -- and a bit disappointed? No, must've been Caesar's imagination. He rubbed at his neck and shot Caesar his signature grin.

"Haha, well, thanks! I hope she thinks so!"

He placed an arm around him. Caesar jumped lightly at the contact. He knew it was friendly, something he was used to, yet he couldn't help but feel so wrong after what just happened. It wasn't fair to think about having a chance with his best friend when he already had a life to live, a wife and a kid, and a grandkid, for crying out loud!

And he had. . . Well, nothing. Any chance he had before was snatched away so abruptly. When that bright light enveloped him and he found himself laying on the Earth's soil again, he was ecstatic! He expected to find everyone else in the same situation, waiting to reconnect. Embarrassingly, the first person he thought of was Joseph.

Oh, Joseph. That lovable, goofy bastard had no idea just how much he missed him. He had planned everything out -- how he'd introduce himself, how he'd explain his chance at a new life, how he'd spill his heart out to him and say what he never got a chance to say, and, hopefully, how he'd grin and say he felt the same way. And it'd all be uphill from there.

However, he did not plan to run into Lisa Lisa first. And he did not plan to sit down and catch up with her over tea. And he did not expect her to be the one to catch him up on what had happened while he was gone.

And he certainly did not expect Joseph to be married and have a kid.

The deep ache in his gut was incomparable to the pain he endured before his death, and it still haunted him whenever that damned memory was brought up.

Much like now.

Caesar smoothly moved Joseph's arm back to his side. Before he could dwell on the thought any longer, he changed the subject.

"So, what brings you here?"

"OH! I just wanted to see my son!"

"Your son?. . .I thought you had a daughter. . ."

Joseph smiled sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, about that. . .Let's just say, I don't think Suzi'll ever trust me the same again. . ."

Caesar's eyes widened. Inappropriately enough, his heart fluttered. Maybe he'd have a chance?

'No! He doesn't need his marriage damaged any further!'

While he was still deep in thought, Joseph brought over a familiar angry teen.

"Ta-Daaaa! This is my darling baby boy!"

Caesar did a double take. Oh, he couldn't be serious --

"T-this is your son?!"

"You bet! Doesn't he look just like me?" He ��brought the poor boy's face against his cheek.

"A chip off the ol' block!"

"Dad, stop it." Josuke averted his eyes.

"Awwww, but it's true! Isn't it, Caesarino --"

He scanned the room, searching for him. "Caesar?"

He found him by the aquarium, making his way to the bar.

"Oi, Caesar! Don't you wanna say hi to Josuke?"

Caesar reluctantly turned around. "Maybe some other time, JoJo. My lunch break is almost over, and I'm still waiting on my order."

"Oh, the pink girl and blond boy took it."

"Huh?"

"The pink-haired girl and the blond boy, they took your food." Repeated the elf-eared bartender.

"Oh, thank you. Where'd they. . go. .?"

The bartender pointed to the west of the mall.

"Ah, grazie." He made his way there.

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Trish had gasped once Caesar stood up, ready to fight, but soon lost interest once Josuke showed up and started speaking.

"So boring."

She and Giorno sat silently the entire time. There wasn't much to talk about, and she didn't recognize anyone else (yet), so she passed the time counting down the minutes.

She had attempted to ask Giorno about why the midget had a vendetta against him, but he just responded with an "I don't want to speak about it."

'Tch. You're no fun.'

Then Joseph appeared and she giggled. It was so much fun to see her usually stoic co-worker get so flustered by the old man, and it was amusing for a while.

That is, until he didn't make a move.

She spent the rest of the time reading over the specials pamphlet. Luckily, she soon heard a small "Excuse me, Ma'am."

"Hm?"

A tiny, tall-haired boy anxiously held up a stack of To-Go boxes.

"H-Here's your order."

"Oh! Thank you."

He hurriedly mumbled and speed-walked over to the waiter from earlier. Shrugging, she and Giorno stood up to leave. Once they realized Caesar would be a while, they exchanged glances and walked out of the place.

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Caesar found them sitting on the fountain, digging into their food. They nonchalantly looked up.

"Sorry, we just couldn't wait any longer."

"It's fine. Sorry I took so long."

Trish smiled. "Even with how long you took, you still couldn't flirt with him good enough."

". .Shut up. Let's go get Suzi's wings."

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nnegan13 · 5 years

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guys,,,,,,,,,,guys

watched 3.04.3 last night like twenty times in a row and have subsequently written out the entire scene and some Feelings I have about it

literally it’s one of my fav scenes of the whole season but I say that about basically every scene from the season so pay no attention to me

ele being cute in the bathroom, love that for me

mmHm

ele’s confusion, what a bean what an absolute angel

the turn

the half of her face we can see for an instant as she sees edo? love it

ciao! I've missed you, you know?

a pause

I will kill a man just to know what face she gives him

is it the same little half annoyed half exasperated tiny smile she turns around with? does she glare? does she raise her eyebrows like cmon what are you doing? I need answers

okay doesn’t look like you’ve missed me

the entire bit where ele has to stop herself from smiling

ele walking deliberately slow even tho she could totally just go off to her class right then

edo being cute in the background as he does that little jog to catch up

hey!

we know from 3.06 edo likes to do the little forearm grab before taking her hand and I can just imagine him doing it now

the eye roll as she turns around even tho she was just smiling right before this

don’t touch me.

literally has her hand free from his and then makes the decision to push his away after he’s already moved his hand away from hers

the hand thing is so extra and I'm here for it

also, this is probably the first time they’ve touched each other deliberately

just *screams internally*

how are you?

literally waited outside the bathroom for her during class just to ask how she was.

did he know she was gonna be in the bathroom? probably not. was he probably just out of class for something like the bathroom himself? yeah I think so. did he probably see ele go into the bathroom or see her in the little sink area as he was walking down the hallway and get all excited and decided to go talk to her? you betchur ass

I'm on the floor

I’ve heard about the fundraiser...

how is she? jealous

she sounds pleasant, literally the first thirty seconds of this clip before they start talking about the fundraiser it reads as one friend annoyed with another friend

not to get back on my ‘incantava would’ve been friends if 3.01 went different’ BS but, I'm back on my ‘incantava would’ve been friends if 3.01 went different’ BS

oh yeah are you coming?

he’s so fucking mild, blasé about this entire thing it kills me

I don’t think so

you don’t want to help out people in need?

he sounds so confused like, as soon as he thinks he’s got one thing about ele sava figured out she flips it around on him and I love it

I’m the one helping people in need. not you

petty

eye squints = challenging

when she says ‘non tu’ the camera is focused on edo’s face but you can see her eyelashes move down in the corner

she’s looking at his mouth

love that for me

yeah?

fucking takes his hands from his back pockets and folds them across his chest

1) edo ur defensiveness is showing

2) mirrors anyone?

3) he literally straightens out his leg like a little child throwing a tantrum I'm dead

the fucking teacher or hall monitor or w/e just flipping through his newspaper

chin tilting. chin tilting for dayyyyyyyys

deliberate pause to let him fold his arms --> *PChris voice* dramatic

of course. people who truly need help,

her face is still open, she wants him to get this she wants him to understand

looks at his mouth again right before she says

not trust fund kids that trash pubs out of boredom

calledt out!

but also, ele getting mad about something edo didn’t do, grasping for straws as to why she shouldn’t like him.......love that for me

and the absolute derision in her eyes! she’s right of course the villa boys were being total assholes but this entire thing just makes me laugh bc edo was fucking with her when they trashed EUR.

he’s was probably the one to come up with the dumb Easter egg plan just like how in 3.11 in the beach clip he was all smug with his plan to confess to the police. literally these have the same energy

oh yeah your radio program, the one about refugees, right?

ok nice job edo pretending that you listening to her radio show is just this casual thing you happened to start doing. ‘oh yeah’ who?

exactly, yes.

I've listened to a couple episodes.

every single episode thanks

blinking and nodding and pretending to be confused aren’t helping you actually convince anyone

I'm also trying to gather some clothes for them

some random girl goes into the bathroom, cue ele’s defensive measures

literally only walks away from him once she sees someone else in the hallway,,,,,again, love that for me

it’s good to help others, no?

you can hear edo taking her arm this time I'm dead

it is....non mi toccare. Grazie.

again, another visceral sound of ele pulling her arm from his hand

he looks down at their hands

Non ti tocco

looks back at her face with that dumb smug grin of his

again, love that for me

it’s really nice

smug face for ele this time

ok not just smug face, she’s looking pleasant again

this conversation is fun for both of them and no one can convince me otherwise

his hands are back in his pockets, love that for me

edo fucking licks his lips

why can’t I do it for my friends, then?

tiniest shoulder shrug

if they need help...

one thing I really love about incantava is the fact that they challenge each other’s thought processes.........like right now for instance

it’s also another example of #edologic

by......selling your body?

the eyebrows, the laugh, the smug smirk, yeah same ele

hm?

I can’t

her eye squint

what is it? the biggest raffle prize?

that little opened mouth offended noise she makes at the end of her sentence? jealous

edo looking at her mouth? in trest ting

the absolute derision in her voice when she says ‘raffle?’ yeah love that for me

I love when you can see actors do that thing where their focus switches from one their acting partner’s eyes to the other. yeah it’s here and I love it

ooooh I get it, that’s the real issue here

they’re both laughing

her laugh is so cute

his smile is literally going to kill me

squinty eyes, love that for me

sei gelosa

she’s smiling so big and then immediate back track

this is that Gayle meme

‘we can’t let edoardo know we have feelings for him’

also

Giancarlo’s fucking voice as he says this

I'm suing for damages

oh no, I don’t care about what you do. at all

literally still smiling as she says it

ele you are not being subtle

even as she’s telling him she doesn’t give a shit he’s beaming at her he’s so smug

what an asshole

still, love that for me

segura?

eyebrow lift

presses his lips together

chin tilt

hi this clip is alternatively tilted: incantava just keep tilting their chins at each other in a vaguely challenging way and trying to pretend they aren’t in as deep as they are

yep

pauses

blinks

looks at his fucking mouth

doesn't even try to be subtle anymore

literally ele, what was the point of insisting ur not jealous and you don’t care if ur just gonna stare at his mouth as he’s watching you a second later?

the rare instance of half a brain cell ele in her natural habitat

pauses again

I need to get back to class

challenging eye squint

another fucking chin tilt

walks away

heel clicking

full body shot of edo? love that for me

edo fucking puts his hands in his pockets again

that dumb smug confused smile

he’s smitten and she’s given him just enough that he thinks she likes him

lip bite

in conclusion: dead

#skam italia #incantava #eleonora sava #edoardo incanti #literally I love this clip so much you guys don't understand #here's my contribution to the shitposting I hope you all enjoy

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