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The Final Day’‘
This is absolutely going to be long and rambley af so I’mma just put a cut here. This is just one massive post for the entire rest of the game.
Rindo is back in the RG somehow. Which makes less than no sense. What was that crazy beam. Shibuya is GONE there isn’t an RG to send him back to, even if someone did want to send him back?
That beam reminded me of the Jesus beams not gonna lie.
But… Fret. Presumably Nagi and Beat too. They’re. Gone. Poor Rindo… That’s the worst kind of gaslighting. Reality itself is gaslighting this poor kid. ‘Your best friend in the world is gone, so gone that no one remembers him. You don’t even get to mourn properly because there is no one TO mourn.’ I am also not okay.
I assume this random talking to us at Hachiko is the dude I saw a brief glimpse of in a screenshot from the final trailer. Hazuki Mikagi, okay. Everything about this is supremely weird.
Leading this weirdo around and he asked how we feel about emotions? Um, what?
Was he responsible for that beam of light?
This whole thing is extremely unsettling, I don’t think I like it. The music is all… serene, this guy keeps asking existential questions, who even comes up to some kid clearly having a bad day and demands a tour of the city.
He knows Rindo’s name even though we never told him. Not sure if that was a slip or an intentional nudge that Something is going on but there we go.
‘I should take this chance to apologize for Kubo. He’s a real piece of work.’ WHAT. YOU SEND HIM TO SHINJUKU?!?! IS THIS KID GOD!? WHAT!??!
‘Exorcised’. Like a demon. Which is a psychic rank you can get in the first game, and probably this game, ergo, a thing that exists in this universe.
Okay. So this Hazuki guy is Something Else. I dunno if he’s an Angel or higher or WHAT. He’s something. And he “exorcised” what Fuckwad had Fallen to when he decided not to stop at Shinjuku and continue on to Shibuya. But he only did this after Rindo faught so hard to stop it. And then he gave Rindo what he thought Rindo wanted. And now he’s here trying to understand why Rindo is miserable. Which to us, as humans, is obvious: the people he loved, the connections and family he had made through the game are all gone and worse, no one remembers they ever existed.
And now he’s being offered the chance to try again. This feels like a double edged sword. And I don’t care.
Okay I actually kind of appreciate the thing Hazuki is pulling here. He knows what it is that Rindo wants, I’m pretty sure he’s listening to his thoughts, actually, and in order to make Rindo own up to it he’s arguing the ‘no’ position. Giving Rindo someone to argue against so he can convince himself.
WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAPPEN AT UDAGAWA.
Bruh some of these clips were in the announcement trailer.
(I can’t wait to read the secret reports. That’s gonna be a wild ride.)
Oooooh that’s what ‘exorcised’ means. That is hardcore. He definitely deserved it but that is uh. Slightly inconvenient.
Can we actually contact Rhyme this time PLEASE. Oooh Rindo worked out Kaie is waiting for Rhyme. :O I’M FINALLY GONNA GET MY MASSIVE COUNTER OFFENSIVE FUCK YES. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I’M PUMPED LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!!
Who’s gonna protect them. Beat. Really. Just give them the damn pins at this point. They both know their ways around a fight and Kaie might need the backup. If we lose, we’re all toast regardless, and if we win everyone gets put back where they belong.
AAAAAAAAAAAH SHE’S HERE!!! RHYME!!!! Aw… She can’t see Neku and Shoka cuz they’re actually dead. That’s really depressing. Makes sense but like. Oof. Especially for Neku.
I love that Rhyme still has a saying for everything.
This timeline is going to be a mess by the time I get everything positioned correctly lmao
Beat’s ‘How do you know about my sister?! Right, future.’ is never going to NOT be funny. It’s very refreshing to have a time travel plot where people just listen when he tells them shit needs to happen.
Is it acutaly Shiki time ohh my god. I might cry. Please tell me she has a face now. If her face is still illegal I will actually scream.
I’m offended. We didn’t get to go see Shiki. The betrayal. OH but now we might be? Stop playing with me, game. GIVE. ME. SHIKI.
Rindo was freaking out that we weren’t gonna be able to get rid of all the Noise around the café and I definitely threw my hands up and yelled when I saw the word ‘zeptogram’. And I read it before he said it, cuz I read v. fast. Nice to see you again, idiot. Please don’t go berserk again.
I am. Very impressed that Minamimoto managed to work out where the Dissonance Noise are coming from, down to the exact energy source that creates them. He nailed it. Well done sir.
I think… he’s proposing we awaken the city and use the energy generated by the thoughts and emotions of the living people to neutralize some of the Dissonance Noise that are waiting in the pin. Erode some of its power.
“How about this: I’ll talk, you type.” Lmao.
I got denied Shiki again. Part of me is annoyed. The other part of me is like ‘are they saving her entrance for when she can see Neku again properly because I can live with that’.
OH the Hishima cutscene is voiced now OKAY. Guess that means this is the one. Rhyme is voiced too. This is gonna be it.
And she speaks Minamioto. Coo.
Huh. Neku’s power is to sync with people. Which he learned to do in the first game. From Mr H, with the harmonizer pin. (Twister is playing and I have Emotions help) And now he’s gonna do it on an absolutely MASSIVE scale. This is insane. I am 1,000% here for it. Sync, Dive, Remind. And if I had to guess, we’re doing this atop 104.
Alright Shiba. ‘Mere. Tsugumi’s eyes aren’t all freaky anymore yay. Oh snap. He’s gonna unleash the Plague Noise against the Dissonance ones. Nice. Turnabout is fair play. I’m kinda sad Fuckwad isn’t here to witness that.
Alright. Change. Our. Fate.
SHIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I gave myself a headache ow.
“07734.” “Ew. Hey! Don’t just spout off numbers and walk away, you jerk!” That was amazing.
FUCK ME SIDEWAYS. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. NO. NO WAY. I DIDN’T THINK THERE WAS ANY WAY. OH. MY. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. This is the first time Neku’s seen him since Joshua failed to stop Coco from killing him. I’m. A puddle. Help. Neku looked so happy. My cat is slightly concerned haha.
Neku still holds his hands like he’s got the headphones. The same pose as in the first game when you scan. This gives me all the feels.
“They’re just mindless thoughts” Okay so I’m mentally exhausted at this point and I processed that as ‘thots’ and it was hilarious. BEGONE THOTS.
Okay this thing right here? This is a final boss. And it is cool as fuck. Too bad it’s trying to END ME. So cool. SO. COOL. Here comes phase 2 lol. I died and had to redo it. FML.
That. Was awesome. A worthy successor to the epic final strike of the first game. 999% eh?
I continue to not like Shinjuku rules. Once you’re a Reaper, leaving means you get erased once the game ends? Disrespectfully, fuck that. Oh don’t you dare, Shoka. Don’t. You. Dare.
Oh, Joshua is here. PLEASE. Lmao Shoka’s reaction. I’m sure he appreciates that, the drama queen.
*facepalms* Joshua strikes again. I’ve missed you, you little shit. You are terrible, but I missed you. Rindo, I’m pretty sure she’s fine. I think captain helpful over here reincarnated her for you. Since you saved him and his city. I guess I’ll see though.
Uzuki and Kariya continue to be adorable. I love them. And yeah, good luck calling in that debt from Minamimoto, Coco. Gooooood luck.
I’m having a lot of Joshua centered emotions right now there is too much Joshua all at once help. “I should have known I could trust you.” You are killing me dude. You really, really should have. I’m going to turn that line over in my head for way too long, I just know it, but let’s try to get through this before my brain turns off completely. “Let’s not keep her waiting.” OKAY THANKS I’M GONNA CRY AGAIN.
What Hazuki was saying about ‘purifying’ as opposed to ‘destroying’ Shinjuku makes me think that restarting it in some form was always part of the plan, so hopefully they’ll have luck with that. It’s still profoundly fucked up that any of that happened, and even more so that it was sanctioned. I’m. Going to be hung up on that for a while once it sinks in.
This poor idiot hitting on Rhyme is about to get got oh no XD
Shiki is breaking my heart. Aaaaaaaah!!! Reunioooooon.
Ooof it’s been a month since Rindo saw Shoka. Big oof. Joshuaaaaaa.
And then they almost got hit by a car lmao. OMG HE MISSED HER FRIEND REQUESTS AHAHAHAHAH YOU GOOBER. Neku really should have warned them that Joshua is Like That lol. Even when he’s being helpful it’s in the must backhanded way possible.
I would very much like to know why on earth Shinjuku needed to be obliterated though. Like. Does that… Happen often? Maybe the secret reports say.
Speaking of, time to get those, along with the rest of the trophies.
!!!! The title screen updated, NICE. Can’t let anyone who hasn’t beaten it see that but NICE.
There’s another Another Day. Oh boy. I am not ready for that madness yet.
Random thought as I was moving this from word, where I typed it: I’m really, really fucking glad they didn’t decide to deal with Mr H the way they dealt with sleezy mcfuckwad. That would have been… I don’t have a word.
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Ships and Feels about them
HUGE self-indulgent post but my brain is frozen and I need to get the juices flowing so I can start studying, because if I don’t get into the college I want I just might have to kill myself and then y’all can say bye-bye to your fav fics by your majesty.
YoruSoi- status: worSHIPPING (geddit? XD) them like the goddesses they are
I regularly play Wicked Ones by Dorothy and just imagine these two tag-teaming against their opponents, like the crazy, badass, ninja lesbians they are. It fucking gives me goosebumps and makes me blush like I am imagining them rawing each other instead. I am a big time SUCKER for powerful, cut-throat wlw. They make me feel powerful by extension, and my devotion for these two is completely unparalleled.
VictUuri- status: will protect them with my life
First of all, I love how layered and interesting they are. I can think about this show and this ship for hours and hours on end ( @feastingonvicturi will vouch for that). I naturally gravitate towards angsty ships and writing (because I am a weird sado-maso cross, what can I say) except for these two fluffy bastards. I had been putting off watching YOI because of the weird things I had read about ‘yaoi’ animes (IK YOI is not yaoi, now) till someone told me how pure and deep their love for each other was and welp, here we are.
RenRuki- status: comfort ship I’ll defend till death
It was one of my first ships and even as I multi-shipper, I always had a preference for them. Childhood-friends-to-lovers trope tugs on my heartstrings like little else and Renji’s devotion towards Rukia warms my heart. I hear them in nearly every song, imagine them in every scenario I read or write about and even though I have multiple ships I adore involving Rukia and Renji both, the two together is everything to me. (Presently obsessed with the amazing hcs and art by @recurring-polynya you might wanna check them out)
KaiRay- status: heart is taking a break, but remains firmly attached
I got into Beyblade BECAUSE of this ship, because of the moments these two shared in V-Force that I caught glimpses of when my younger siblings were watching the show. I love Kai and Ray’s dynamic and I guess what attracts me the most to this ship is the fact that as a teenager I was exactly like Kai and had my own personal Ray who got me through the worst in life. I love the sense of sweet nostalgia this couple brings me and I believe they are perfect for each other.
MariahEmily- status: coffee shop AU, anyone?
I was HUGE on MariahxRay but strong, stylish, kinda bitchy, dumb thot falling for the highly educated and fierce lady boss she doesn’t really know how to approach is another one of my favourite tropes, (see: PansMione, down under). I saw them interact and due to personal reasons my brain rejects petty rivalry between girls (because we’re all tired of that, children, be honest) and immediately tries to fix it in fanon. ( @trashyartz and her beautiful drawings had a lot to do with fanning these flames.)
ShunUki- status: want them to adopt me
Need I say more? No, but I wanna. I love the steady, secure vibes of this ship. This is the one ship I physically can’t write angsty shit about because of the level of understanding and sense of comfort these two share. They give me kind and strong dad vibes and I have emotionally been an orphan since I was in my early teens so.
WolfStar- status: they’re canon, JKR can suck my toes
Fucking TERF
Listen, listen, have you been listening? I mentioned I am a sucker for angst, right? Are you looking at the angst potential here, cause wow. What originally attracted me to this ship was the Chemistry between the two, cause it’s undeniable. You can NOT imagine Maurauders’ Era without imaging these two pining over each other. It’s impossible.
PansMione- status: toxic and problematic, but oh so hot
I got on this ship because I was craving some quality wlw ships. You guys’ I can not explain to you how often female characters in shows and books do not pass the Bechdel test and I stumbled on some gorgeous PansMione art and just fell in love. IK this ship is hella problematic, but I am firm on my stance that the baby Slytherins deserve a redemption arc.
Can you imagine these two after Pansy realises everything she did wrong and vows to be better? I imagine Hermione stumbling on a hurt and confused Pansy in year 8, who can’t stop her tears from flowing and is so ashamed of herself for that. She is feeling guilty and resisting the emotion with everything she possesses because the world she’d always known has crumbled down around her and everything she believed in has now been proven to be wrong.
She lashes out at Hermione because how dare that smart, gorgeous, courageous girl also be everything Pansy once thought she was? How dare she, a muggleborn, unravel the complicated threads of the wizard world so quickly, so efficiently, and clearly see what Pansy never could? Pansy is hurt and guilty and angry and she hates the fact that fucking Granger of all people has now witnessed her crying.
She feels lost and her anger only rages louder when Hermione doesn’t gloat or belittle her, she doesn’t say anything.
(Why is this turning into a ficlet, WHAT)
Anyways, Pansy gets over herself and she and Hermione get together and oh my god, imagine them then. Smart, powerful, righteous Hermione taking the fucking Wizarding World by a storm every single day with her sexy, vivacious, clever Pansy by her side. They’d be unstoppable and they’d love each other something fierce. It would show in the way they look at each other, with a sense of victory, not only over Voldemort but over the entire Wizarding society that had done everything it could to tear them apart, and ultimately failed.
(BONUS: Imagine Ron and Harry being utter dorks when they go to Pride parades with Hermione and let the image cleanse your skin and soul. @feastingonvicturi @trashyartz one of you (or both?) needs to collab with me so I can write a fix it fic for these two, please. I will pledge my soul to the devil to be used and abused as per Trashy’s whims in exchange. Taura will do it cause she’s my best friend and loves me more than I deserve to be loved.)
(In conclusion, I adore every single one of these ships and am willing to slice a bitch’s throat to protect their honour. Except for YoruSoi, they are fictional characters IK but I am convinced they do not need anybody’s protection, least of all this dumb fuck’s and just might laugh at the very idea.)
Also, feel free to reblog or comment with rants about your own ships even if they go directly against mine. More love to you if you expand on the ships I mentioned here myself. Tell me about your poison of choice, go ahead.
But if any one of you dares to send hate to any of my ships, please know that I am something of a God in my own capacity and will smite you with my preferred weapon of choice i.e. blindness in the face of adorable puppies or kittens (in pictures, videos, art, real life or otherwise). Beware. Let people love what they love.
#my ships#Bleach#Yuri!!! on Ice#Harry Potter#beyblade#YoruSoi#victuuri#renruki#kairay#mariahxemily#shunuki#wolfstar#pansmione
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An interview with a promising Hero (Fic)
Relationships nonromantic: Aizawa and Toga. Toga and the league
Warnings: small mention of suicide
Description: Toga Himiko has been captured. Nezu has a "Reforming Villians" program set up that would fit Toga perfectly. The only problem is they need to get her to talk about her story but she refuses to speak to anyone, except Aizawa for some reason.
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Preface this by saying in this AU Toga hasn't killed anyone. She attacks but leaves them alive, unless of course it's an attacker. )
Aizawa sat in a little room with a two way mirror and a table in front of him. It was an interviewing room, why was he here? Well for Toga Himiko of course, Nezu had a little god complex memory and started a program to reform young villians around the time Toga Himiko was captured. But the issue was the only person she was willing to talk to about her past was Aizawa. So he had to squeeze every bit if information he could from her.
He watched with interest as they brought her in. Just a week ago she was sitting in his Livingroom with a cup of hot chocolate looking just like any other teenage girl. But when they dragged her in she looked bitter and surprisingly scared. Her hands were bound, nails had been clipped and she had a dog muzzle over her mouth. "I can walk myself to the damn chair!" She snarled as she was escorted to her seat across from Aizawa. The guard let out a quick "good luck" before hurrying out and closing the door.
They sat in silence for a few minutes "Toga" he said.
She looked up at him "Don't be that way Shouta! You know you can call me Himiko" she said, her usual smile returning to her face "Now, why'd they muzzle me? You know I'm not going to bite you" she said with a pout "I really don't like being muzzled".
He raised his eyebrows and started the recording "Well, they dint trust you it know you like I do, I was pretty angry when they muzzled you" he said and yawned. "Alright let's cut to the chase already, you know Nezu wants to reform you" he sipped his coffee.
"Yep! And I know you want any information you can get in the league right?" She asked.
Aizawa nodded "But right now let's talk about you, not much known about your early life other than you ran away at the age of thirteen" he said "Mind opening up about it?".
Toga pondered for awhile "Sure, no use in hiding it anyways, it's just a classic normal villain story really" she stretched and yawned. "Mommy and daddy didn't love each other, they fought about that, they thought my quirk was gross, they fought about that, they thought my tendencies were disgusting so they fought about that" she paused and shifted in her seat. "They just fought a lot and at the end of it mom would get really violent and tell me it was my fault so one day I snapped, I'm sure you've heard of the accident where I attacked my classmate". She seemed hesitant when remembering it. "I ran away with the intent of killing myself, I was going to jump off a bridge but i couldn't go through with it, there was a guy there and he took me in and that was Dabi, he became like my big brother and I never looked back" she stopped.
Aizawa took awhile to process it all. It was difficult for home to think of the villain Dabi helping a little girl who was about to jump off a bridge back onto her feet. Hell it was difficult to imagine a parent telling their child it was all their fault and that their quirk was disgusting. Then again he had adopted Hitoshi and his background wasn't all sunshine and rainbows either. "Wasn't really sure what I was expecting but certainly not that" he said. Toga merrily laughed "Yeah I know it's weird to think about but Dabi is actually a big softie when it comes to kids and me" she smiled fondly at memories of years past.
Aizawa took a long sip of his coffee thermos, mumbling to himself how it was almost empty. "Alright, speaking of Dabi can you tell me about this league?" He asked.
She grinned "Yeah! We're like a family really" she said happily
Aizawa raised his eyebrows, he never thought a gang of criminals would ever call themselves a family so to sat he was curious wouldn't even cover it "How so?" He asked.
"Well, I told you Dabi is like a big brother but he's like the one that shows up randomly for gas money, he comes and goes" she pouted. "Shiggy is like a big brother too but the one that lives in the basement and games all day, hes a meanie" she said and tugged against her hand restraints "I itch" she complained.
"Keep talking and I'll take your cuffs off" he said. He didn't know how to feel about Toga talking about them like this, giving them nicknames and humanizing them. He was reminded Shigaraki was just a kid just a bit older than Mirio.
"Well, Kurogiri is like our dad" she giggled "He gets mad when we forget to eat or the dishwasher isn't loaded right...in fact the last thing we talked about before I got captured was him asking what I wanted for dinner and he'd have it ready when we got home" she tried not to look emotional but it was difficult. One moment she was going about her day, looking forward to a hot chicken tender meal and the next she was cuffed and muzzled at the police station being fed a bag of carrot sticks. Aizawa hated it, he hated seeing kids upset and no matter how people put it Toga was still just that, a kid, a child.
"Um" she sniffled and wiped her eyes with her wrist. "Compress and Spinner are like the fun uncles, Compress with his magic shows, he loves doing tricks and Spinner is just fun to be around when he's not brooding...those two even homeschooled me so I don't have the education level of a twelve year old" she said and couldn't look him in the eye. "I don't know what I would call Jin, he's like family but doesn't fit anywhere, hes my best friend...Twice is fun though he's my partner in crime- one time we swapped out Dabi's hair dye shampoo with normal shampoo, his hair is white" she snickered. Seemingly in a better mood talking about the rest if her 'family'. "What about you Shouta? You got family right?".
He wasn't expecting her to be asking him questions. But he knew if he didn't answer she's just get upset and refuse to talk. "Yeah I got people like that. Twenty three problem children...well twenty four if I count Mirio" he couldn't help but smile with fondness thinking about his students and kids "I got Present Mic, he's my best friend, my guy if you will" he said and downed the rest of his coffee. "That thinking you said about Kurogiri? I am the tired dad that is sick of asking all the kids if they remembered to eat, it's annoying when they don't" he said. Toga laughed and proceeded to call him a big softie. "Yeah yeah I know the kids say that every day, is there anyone else you want to add to your family?" He asked.
Without hesitation Himiko replied with "Hawksie!". Aizawa took a moment to process that, he knew Hawks had been gathering Intel for the HPSC on the league for some time now, but had it really gotten to the point that Toga thought of him as family "What?" He asked.
"Hawksie! He’s like the fun uncle, he takes me places and I've time he held me and we flew!" She laughed "He won't let me bite him though because he's a meanie, like I know his little secrets like the gloves and the chirping thing, what's the big deal?" She said. Aizawa just stared. She frowned "What? You feel bad because he's a spy don't you?" she asked.
Aizawa didn't make any movement, he shrugged and continued looking. She groaned "Look we know he's a spy already but Dabi is his friend and Shiggy cares about him, I know he thinks about me as a sibling and Kurogiri cares about him way to much, like he made him a dinner to take home once because of the stupid punishments" she said. "He and Spinner get along great and you should see when he plays Twice and Jin during go fish" she smiled a little. "He tells those Thots at the HPSC what they need to know but he hates them just as much as we do, I can't say anything else since he wouldn't appreciate me saying anymore but Hawksie is my friend and I can't wait to see him".
Aizawa listened attentively to what she had to say, It was a shock to say the least. "I see, well I won't ask about that anymore okay? How about anew topic like" he pulled out a stick note " How do you feel about this while reforming thing?" Hs asked.
Her features dropped and she started thinking "Hopeless" she said. "You can take a villain out of the league but you cant take the league our of the villain ya know?" She said. "They're always going to be my family because I had no one else... they raised me into the girl I am today" she said. "Hawksie always talked out reforming me and I doubt he didn't pull any strings to make sure I didn't wind up at Tartarus or Nanba". She looked like she was lost in thought, she took a deep breath and swung her feet back and forth. "Hawks always said the villain route is no place for a kid but what choice do I have with a blood quirk that makes me literally crazy?!" She teared up. "The only blood quirk hero I can think of is Vlad King...he's so cool but he doesn't drink blood he just expels it" she said.
Aizawa was surprised to head her call a hero cool. "To-" he stopped himself "Himiko, people with quirks labeled villainous can make the greatest heroes, I should know that since I'm trading one right now" he said. "My son is adopted, he was given up because of his quirk, he can mind control people and he's going to be the best Hero because of it" he said. "And I want to remind you not all heroes wear capes, some wear lab coats, others are first responders and therapists, a Hero's job is to help people and you don't have to have a flashy or conventionally heroic quirk to do it" he lectured.
"...Yep, 100% dad material" she said before bursting into a fit of laughter "You even got the 'please understand my lecture' face!" She wheezed.
Aizawa rolled his eyes "I get that a lot, okay last question why did you choose me of all people to interview you? You seem close with Hawks so why not him?" He asked.
Toga shrugged "Like I said, Hawks is like my uncle, besides he knows all this stuff already" he said "When they brought me to the UA place you were the first person that treated me like a person so I appreciate that" she smiled.
The buzzer sounded letting them know time was up. Toga sighed "Aw man!" She pouted. Aizawa grabbed his empty cup and stood up "I'll see you around kid, you'll find a family and make a great hero okay?" He truly believed she had potential "I better see you in my class or in Vlad's in a week or two" he said. Himiko groaned as the escorts walked in to take her away "Alright whatever Dadzawa I'll see you later" she teased.
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"Dadzawa huh?" Hizashi asked from his spot on the couch.
"Yeah" Shouta chuckled "it has a nice ring to it".
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The Green Knight’s Lady (3)
Sequel fic to “The Witch and the Green Knight” (on Ao3)
Warnings: undeserved redemption arc, graphic imagery and as of this chapter violence against minors.
Chapter 1: In which Rowan has Unexpected House Guests
Chapter 2: In Which They Try to Figure Out What the Hell is Going On
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Chapter 3: In Which Remus and Rowan’s Stupidity Escalates to Treason (sort of)
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The Spider Prince didn’t often check the darkest part of the forest in the winter months. It was difficult to get to at the best of times, and in the dark and cold his mother was at her strongest and most able to shrug things off, even in her recovery. But he’d had something like a feeling, but not all the way to a nudge, and followed it. And what he found was a void in the shallow crunching snow that covered the forest floor. In a place that he’d been, which meant whatever had been there- humanoid- had been hidden from him the last time he was there. He wasn’t an expert on plants, but the plants seemed disturbed so whatever, whoever had been there, had been there a while.
He sent a feeling of a question at his mother and received- smugness? Amusement? A secret? An impression of a play hunt?
He frowned sourly. If she wanted to play a game, he supposed he could do that. There were a smattering of footprints, briefly. He could track what and whoever this joke was.
He emerged from the forest at the back of a house in Wickhills. From the outside it didn’t look like much, painted a dark green with a brown roof, like a reversed tree. It was a bit rundown- a few missing supports in the porch fence, paint that was patchy and peeling. A slightly faded rainbow flag flew from the porch. But something about it- it reminded him of Roman, or Grettie, but different as well, like an unfamiliar blend of a tea he’d drunk before. It was a witch’s house; and he suddenly realized that this must be the home of the witch that had befriended Remus.
He hadn’t been concerned before, but he suddenly was. No one had seen Remus at all since sometime that summer, and now a trail led right to the herb witch’s door.
So he did the rational, sensible thing.
He knocked on the front door.
After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing a heavyset woman with her hair in frazzled braids, and large round glasses. She stared at him, then said very quietly.
“One minute please, I’ll be right with you.” The door closed softly and there was a muffled scream from somewhere on the other side. He could hear footsteps inside, then the door opened again for a moment.
Now, he knew intellectually that this was the house of Remus’s friend and that most likely had been her, but the door opening to show Remus himself- especially shoeless, dressed like a human, was not expected.
“Yeah that’d explain it. Be right with you-” and the door closed again leaving him wondering what ‘Intrusive Thot’ meant and why it had been on the t shirt. He was not expecting the door to open a third time to someone shorter, a boy who was barely into his teens, who glared at him with gold eyes.
“Go away.” This time the door slammed. There was an unmuffled shriek that mostly covered the sound of the door locking.
“D.N.! You can’t just do that!”
“I just did. I don’t see how it was so hard.”
That had been another fae. A familiar face, even, though it seemed so out of place he couldn’t figure out why for a long moment.
“What the hell.”
There was no iron blocking the door- not surprising with two fae in the house- but a gossamer thin warding of human magic pushing out anything uninvited. It would certainly work on pixies or hobs.
It would not work on him.
“I was going to handle it!” she was saying a hand to her head.“I just need to finish panicking first; it’s a mortal thing, okay, D.N.? I know you don’t have a huge practical experience, but I’d really think that mortals panicking might be a little more in your range.”
“Little tree?” Remus’s voice was strained. “There’s a spider in your house.”
She whipped around and unconsciously stepped between him and the person she’d been yelling at. Her face was warring between flushed and pale. A strange whining noise came out of her. Remus vaulted over a chair, and wrapped himself around the smaller fae protectively, half turning away as though that would hide him at all.
“You were not quite invited in.” She managed, voice squeaking, clutching at her shawl with white knuckles.
“I need to talk to him.” He pointed a finger past her.
“He’s in my home.” the witch said weakly. “And you’re scaring me.”
“Rowan do not!” Remus rasped out. She held up her empty hands where he could see them.
“Please do not kill someone in my home.” she added.
“I do not intend to hurt you.”
“Yay.” she said through a rictius of a smile. “Only. he’s my guest?” her voice squeaked on the last word.
“What did you call him? Dean?”
“Technically I called him ‘Dee Enn’. Initials.”
“It stands for ‘Danger Noodle’” Remus said cheerfully and a trifle manically, still holding him up.
“Why are you more afraid of me than him?”
“Because I know how he feels about me. He’d kill me in an instant if he didn’t owe me a debt.” Rowan swallowed, biting her lips together. True? Probably true. “I have no idea where I stand with you. Because right now. I stand with them.” she tipped her head towards them.
“You shouldn’t be afraid of him.” D.N. said dryly. “He’s a real softie especially when it comes to humans.”
“Are you capable of shutting up?” She snapped at him, looking back. He looked bored, especially given he was still held in a bear hug against Remus’s chest, gingery hair mussed, and half covering his face.
“Do you realize who he is?”
Rowan winced.
“I know who he was. Who he is is kind of up for debate at the moment I think.”
“What I am is annoyed, put me down Remus, this is undignified.”
Remus gave a whine in the back of his throat, but set him back on his own feet. He straightened his sleeves and gave Remus’s chest a pat before stepping forward. Delicately he smoothed his hair, drawing a hand down over the back of his neck before raising his chin with a bit of a challenge.
He didn’t look exactly the same. There was a great deal of time- not even counting the casket- between this child and the other one, but The Spider Prince was sure of that, they weren’t identical. However, there was no room for doubt. He wasn’t sure what to do; but he was sure that this was the ?joke? His mother had been playing at.
If he had looked any more like Adder- or any less- like the brother he’d desperately wanted, all those years ago, there would be no question. When his mother had spoken his brother into existence, it had changed him too. He was a brother to the snake, as the snake was brother to him, deep in his core. ‘Danger Noodle’ didn’t look like the man who’d hurt him. He didn’t look like the tyrant who’d broken Roman, who’d disturbed the forest’s balance so badly. He was a child- only he wasn’t. There was too much knowledge in his eyes, and a challenge. And fear. It was well hidden, but there was fear.
“We… we could leave?” Remus offered suddenly.
“Shut up!” snapped D.N.
“No, we could! We could go somewhere else, away from Wickhills where no one would ever see us again. I know lots of places! I can take him far away. Never come back.”
D.N.’s breath hissed out between his teeth, and his hand came up to cover the back of his neck as if he was in pain.
“Remus stop.”
“You wouldn’t even have to tell anyone what happened!”
“REMUS.”
He stared wild eyed at D.N.
“I … can’t.” He said like the words were being forced out, curled up against himself. “I can’t. I can’t leave Wickhills. At least not right now.” he licked his lips, face pinched, and scowled at the room. “Stop staring. Knowing my condition isn’t … isn’t too odd.” He managed to straighten up. “You two need to leave.” He said, looking at Rowan and Remus and saying it like an order.
“This is my house, D.N.” Rowan said warningly.
“Very well, then my brother and I have to step outside, elsewhere.”
“No-” Remus started, and was held up by him raising a hand.
“We need to talk without anyone else hearing. Besides… if he’s going to kill me, again, it would be polite to give him an opportunity to do it elsewhere.” He gave a sneer of a smile at the idea.
Remus gave a whine that was half growl. Rowan grabbed his arm, and stared at them with a pinched, scared expression. His hand closed over hers with a grip that looked like it hurt, but she didn’t flinch.
The front door shut behind the two and Remus looked over at Rowan.
“We’re going to listen in, right?”
“Oh, we are absolutely going to eavesdrop if at all possible.” Rowan closed her eyes. “I don’t think they’ve left the porch, which would make sense if D.N. wanted to take advantage of not being killed in my home. This way.”
They had to take the long way to avoid windows, but skulked up to the end of the porch.
There was a window there, offset just a bit from the stairs that led down to the back yard. Pressed to the bookshelf in the corner and each other, the two could just about make out two voices; one low like the rumble of thunder in the distance, and the other higher- D.N.’s voice. Their stealth had lost them some of the conversation, so they just tried to breathe softly.
The voice raised just a bit.
“You can not say there is anything I could do as reparations.”
A low deep rumble that was definitely words.
“I might.”
Another rumble like thunder in the distance.
“It all escalated very quickly. And then it was just… habit.”
A snarl like ripping silk, and Rowan clutched at Remus’s arm again.
“Mistakes can become habit.” there was a pause “There’s a great deal I’d do differently if I had a chance to do it again. But I can’t. However, the fact remains that I am here, now and like this; and you can best believe I would not be if I had any choice in the matter.” There was an explosion of breath. “Do you know what it feels like to rot? I do now. It is horrifying. My flesh dissolved, slowly because nothing would come close enough to strip it from my bones. Then my bones were left, and I hoped that I’d return to darkness, but I didn’t.” There was a pause. “I couldn’t even leave the clearing, because all my bones were there. I was trapped.” There was a deep breath. “Then I heard the stupid witch crooning to Remus. Then his hands on my bones. Everything was soft; and then.” There was a pause and they could hear the heels of his boots against the porch boards as he paced. “A voice, like the darkness itself, almost familiar. Like I should know it. Do you know what it told me? ‘Do Better’” An unchildlike scoff. “For all I care, you can kill me. It’s bound to be better the second time.”
Rowan’s hands went up and covered Remus’s mouth, and she leaned all her weight against him, as he twitched towards the window.
This time when the thunder voice rumbled Rowan understood what it said.
“No.”
“No?”
“If living is your punishment, you should take it.”
“What!”
“I’m not saying I won’t kill you; just not now.”
“I can give you a reason if you’re too busy playing at being merciful.” hissed D.N. “What do you expect me to do? Shall I come back and play court with your new toys? I’m sure Roman will -” There was a thump that shook the entire house, as something struck the outside wall, knocking a book from the shelf which comically bounced off Remus’s head.
“You will not Say His Name. Ever. Again.” The thunder voice said with so much force that both the eavesdroppers shuddered.
There were choking noises, that sounded like D.N. was trying anyway. They finally died away.
“You may want to put me down.” came the child’s voice, finally. “I just heard ‘mom’s car. Somehow I don’t think they’re going to see much but a grown man attacking a child.”
“Are you… threatening me with humans?”
“How could that possibly be a threat? I’m just thinking of your reputation. Also the dumb witch’s window, since I think Remus is about to come through it.”
There was a heavy sigh.
“I suppose we didn’t ask them not to listen in.”
Rowan shrugged and let go of Remus turning and opening the window, both levels, letting the breath of late winter into the house.
“I don’t know what you expected.” She knelt on the ground and put her elbows on the windowsill, and Remus learned through, looking the young fae over as if for injuries. “Do you want to meet my mother? Because D.N. was right, and she will do her best to feed you if you don’t escape now.”
“She’d just-” he looked confused.
“Since she didn’t see you nearly put her guest through the wall? Yes, probably.” Rowan shrugged.
“‘Her guest’?” D.N. demanded. “I’m your guest.”
“Her house too. So until he violates it, he has guest right.” She shrugged. “So what do you say, your highness? Want to come in properly invited for some tea?”
“Don’t invite him in.” D.N. snapped sounding offended.
“He’s not a vampire, anything I did to block him coming in would also block you.” She said mildly. She glanced up at him. “You’re not a vampire, right your highness? I mean, nothing says you couldn’t be both. I always thought that was what was up with Twilight.”
He just stared, confused at the casual way she said ‘your highness’. Most mortals were confused by formal address, and she was using it like a very odd ‘mister’.
“No.” He looked back at D.N. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Where would I go?” he demanded. “I said I can’t leave. I am weak, and fragile. If I wanted to try to go back to the hill, I would probably get eaten or killed. Or both. They wouldn’t even have to know who I was.” He looked like he was considering that.
“Just… stay here.”
“Thanks.” Said Rowan dryly.
“He’s your guest.” He didn’t expect her to laugh.
“You’ve got me there.”
He looked back and forth between Remus and D.N. for a long moment, then stepped off the porch and walked back into the forest, disappearing.
“Well that was lovely.” Rowan stood up and dusted off her knees. “I’m going to go finish that nervous breakdown. In or out? This house costs enough to heat without leaving a window open.”
Rather than Remus going out the window, Danger Noodle stepped back inside.
“Ugh, what is with your window. It’s like walking through incredibly thick cobwebs.”
“It’s just the wards.” She shrugged, and shut the window. “I was completely serious, so if you can keep my mother busy while I scream, that’d be great.” Rowan climbed the stairs, disappearing just as the front door opened.
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some thots. having a bad time so this is rougher than usual. oh well
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i guess he really does know hiim best cos if that was my mans (man specifically cos if anyone else did that id take it more srsly) i would be like oh my god ur singing me a love song? i would love it but i woudl SCREAM in embarrassment. UNLESS it was a really deep love song that's about us dying together.
like i want to eat ur skin type of thing (drain u nirvana) lmaoa but i really like this song it reminds me of that velvet underground song (the only one i know cos of juno lmao) and nico or whatever 'i'm sticking with you)
my adhd would be out of fucking control i had to spend my time listening to this looking around i kept getting distracted by a tissue and thinking "wow this song is nice but i wish it would end bc i am getting distracted" and lo and behold i paused it and i have to pee and i know it's gonna take forever to undo this
ok about 12m later i turned it back on and they kissed and then he bit the corn then that night li chen also lost his virgin teas after watching gay porn and being like "hm interesting" and he'll be like "i see, ur dick is not medium sized"
i'm honestly gagging i cannot at this 12 year old marrying his mom
beautiful theyre beautiful
ayea you fucking psycho we do too because he was 17 and we had to witness it (or well, other people did cos i didnt watch the show even tho wayne song is [BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEP] and i want him to [BEEEEEEEP] and ppl even liked it which is fine like i get it in theory but they put this in my eyeballs so i'm gonna make fun of it bc it's fuckin DUMB lmao like i can't I CANNOT and he said "u were so persistent" BITCH UR 30??!?!???!?!?!?)capi hve it on mute and i tried to get a screencap of li chen and mu ren like together and not just his face but i cant find the timestamp and seeing their faces as they get married is literalyl traumattizing i'm like scremaing at my screen going "HE'S 5 HE'S 5 HE'S 5" and every time theyre like "we acn live forever together" like no bitch ur bones rae creaking
also is the officiator white? if anyone knows why or if that's common i'd love to know more. EDIT: HE ISN'T I JUST THOUGHT HE LOOKED LIKE MOBY FROM THAT ANGLE
anyway here
i'm almost done with this fucking bullshit and i am in a really ould mood and usu they make it a bit better but imo it's kind of....annoying i guess balancing all these story elements and introducin gother couples (even in the periphery) since the story in itself can't focus. i feel like all in all the time spent with these two is a lot more limited and we get the feel for the rship because of their chemistry as actors, irl chemistry as friends and colleagues, and hopefully being happy and working on a good set. so it isn't the strength of the writing or production.
for some reason they get like less dynamic ways of being together which i think is part of their charm, they do things their own way, but the writers really should have substantiated this more. it's really just the way everyone in the show has managed to deliver these AWFUL story lines and production decisions (like seriously who the fuck was on costume? lighting?)
like maybe hot take but all the moments that are cringe and insane in the show are not pleasant, per se, because they aren't thought out clearly. so they're not a joy to watch in the normal sense but the actors are good enough to pull it off. i didn't cringe at the talks they had because it felt like actors like acting these lines out instead of us being embarrassed for it and you CAN TELL theyre embarrassed.
this is a huge kudos to the casting director and the actors and whatever crew that actually did a good job. i don't particularly like watching bo xiang and his grandfather husband not because of the content but because i feel like, to me, they're so awkward even though they have chemistry. i don't have that issue with xing si and his rapist brother boyfriend because watching them is actually really pleasant, it's intimate. this isn't to do with the story though because when it hits you how devoid this other person is and how stupid the situation is it changes (for me, for me, for me, this is all my opinion think whateverrrr u want im not telling u 2 ok!)
so truly kudos to this cast. idk if i'm misremembering here but imo the most cast appropriate series in this was crossing the line and close to you. one is a decent atmosphere and execution (yes even with that brother story line, notice the major key differences though because that's a sincere false equivalence. they try to execute power imbalances soooo badly and then fail every time but here's one meant to shock too and it was just likelmao ok girl?)
it may not make sense to say either in a writing way or for the character to do it but i believe that whoever the characters these people are supposed to be especially those super not well written on the page still get that message aacross (yong jie's actor is a good ex. not sure if i should ccongratulate him for having the worst job on earth and the worst character and his character is flat but. ostensibly they should let their actions speak for themselevs but what they do is they back themselves into a ccorner with unsuretyabout their characters or a dilemma that pops up they just want to excuse it. well guess hwat u couldnt do enough legwork. but to some extent the disposable side couple works here on a um "our eyes see them and get it" way
also to me it seems like they chose this story just to have this specific wedding. like it's a timely topic and i'm pretty sure like another provision? (correction? idk) was made WRT taiwanese same-sex marriage so it's topical but it isn't like a "papa and daddy" situation where they're interacting in it and there (for ex: the pride parade) and there being like real life terms and consequences. here it seems like they were like ah yes wedding ah yes dumb couple from modc bc we kiled off the other one sooooo (then outsource them to life love on the line u__u) then hamfisting in some fucking message which is funny bc
- despite the hints peppered in and the clear attraction they both acknowledge ur like ~not gay just him~ even tho...i mean i just. again they dont read over what they write i don't think considering. but wahtever.
- the only gay dude (verbally said) is with his rapist brother with an awful power dynamic oh or IS a rapist (gao) (or his brother but i think it was just a "im a psycho so it's him" thing unless they said it. in which case idc cos i wasnt paying attn but that's also not great) or i guess the wedding but like....that's also a ridiculously inappropriate and dumb relationship taht it's built on. i mean i don't really see much respect her so i dont particularly want to hear abt gay weddings being important when they didn't even utilize it in the story beforehand and have we ever. this is a huge indication to me that it was a reverse engineered chosen story beforehand (if it was one) or thought of
soooooo
so reversal of that....it didnt give us enough time to breathe with these two at all but for both of the actors they can capitalize what's on the page and the writers didn't. like their dynamic is very i give/you give like taking car eof each other etc that's why
again, no artist worth their salt will ever say their work meant nothing. that's a cover up. i'm sick of lazy production and then getting away with it claiming being subversive or attacking an issue by not doing anything. we show crazy shit all the time but it has a POINT and ur point is "i like the gays" then girl.....i mean it's not great
but the acting really carried it. i have a feeling if this series continues it might continue to use more experienced actors cos maybe the budget goes up but they also have less inhibitions now when it comes to acting. i like the way li chen expresss himself and teng teng too. i like anson a lot and there's some angles that did not do any favors and i think eh has to get more control of his body movements (bc he's SO LARGE and thin) but he wasn't bad at all and there were real human tears. of course i, personally, favor charles tu. he has more control over his body because he has...less to work with and he's a bit bigger and he was really great in this role. he's a himbo a bit of a meathead but you like him. you like them. there's some things i think they had them say and do that they wouldn't let happen if they stuck to the characters and the story (mainly liking that dumb idiot rapist)
what i notice is that the reprehensible actions people criticize others for in the show and in real human life lalways gets turned around. teng teng being surprised that this boy's grandfather boyfriend met him when he was a junior in high school and he's 12 years older and him apologizing for being shocked and then whatshisface going "ur better at it than most people" and then the convo about gao with whatshisface and then rapist brother comes to pick him up. they are admonishing gao but thinking that rapist brother is noble for doin gwhat he did (and oh rapist brother shows up) like the hypocrisy and the decisions are immense. so now it's like "guys see he's a great guy" like girl STICK TO SOMETHING but whatever so i live in this universe where muren and li chen do everything right and have lots of different interesting fun seex with all their friends. i would write this but i cannot i am dying
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Grown & SeXY - Chapter 1
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For @youbloodymadgenius for your 400 Followers Writing Challenge. Congrats on your success!
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Pairing: Modern Ivar x Mature OC
Warning: Language/mild angst/Sexual content
Rating: M
Summary: A relationship between Generations X & Y will help this XX & XY learn a lot about themselves, each other, and love. Cougar/cub relationships aren’t always just about a midlife crisis and arm candy.
A/N: I got the concept for this story from a conversation I was having with @youbloodymadgenius. I hope I do it justice. This story is for you!
Chapter 1
Oh, hey girl, hey!
Chile, do I have some tea to spill!
This tea is piping hot, lemon-honey, tea with a hint of peppermint; that’s how good it is. I have been keeping this in for so long, I’m surprised a bitch hasn’t bit her tongue off trying to keep quiet. But, I have to talk to somebody about this, and I trust you, girl. We’ve been good girlfriends for a long time now. I know you’re not going to say anything to anybody, right? I didn’t think so. I knew you were cool.
Okay, so before we begin I need to lay some ground rules. I don’t want to get into this and all of sudden you start feeling some type of way or something, or there be some sort of misunderstanding that we could have settled right here in the beginning. You know how some people get all uppity and shit.
First, I’m not a writer - I’m a storyteller and there’s a big fucking difference. Writers, write; they use language as an art form, and shit like grammar and diction is important to them and they usually use them pretty accurately. Storytellers, like me? We don’t give a fuck. We paint pictures by speaking the language of the people, so that the bitches in the back can understand what the fuck is going on.
So, if you don’t want to know about how a bad-ass cougar found herself hooked up with a fucking snack-tastic cub from someone who doesn’t give a fuck all about ending a sentence with a preposition, then, honey, feel free to read something else. If my language is a bit too common or colorful for you, then mayhaps, I could recommend some really well-written Shakespearean Sonnets or the like, by some other real writers. But if you just want to dish and hear some good shit, then bitch, do I have some gossip to tell you!
Okay, next, the story I’m about to tell you is true. This shit is real and it happened to me my friend. So, to protect my good girlfriend, I’m going to change the names of the mofos involved. If that means the names of these folks sound made up, it’s because bitch, they are! It’s not like where we live is all that big. You might actually know some of these people and the last thing I want is for you to go run-and-tell-that I said some shit, about so-and-so, when I really didn’t, because I said something else about some bitch that I made up.
Um, what else? Oh yeah, everything I’m going to tell you is the gospel, according to me. Even if I wasn’t there, I have been working, like fucking Luther out here in these streets, to piecing this shit together and this is the only version that makes sense. So if you disagree, fine...fight me. But you better not ask them; that’s all I know. We’ve already established the good girlfriend code of conduct. Right?
Now, if any of this shit starts to sound familiar to you just nod your head and play along. If you happen to see these people in real-life, just keep going about your business, like you don’t know anything. Don’t give them a side-eye, or raise the obligatory eyebrow when you see them. Definitely don’t be like that bitch Shelly that time I told her that stuff about Erik and Angie. Do you know that bitch put everybody on blast and was like, “I knew he looked the type to eat booty,” all loud and shit in the Target.
You can’t be telling the church’s business to the entire Target like that! You are supposed to see them in the store, nod, and keep it fucking moving. What I’m telling you ain’t nobody’s business and they definitely don’t need to know that you know all the shit that went down with them. You know what? Matter of fact, I’m going to send you a non-disclosure contract in your email. Just sign it and send it back. I don’t want zero problems, big fella.
Okay, now that we got the formalities out of the way, and everybody knows how the fuck to act, what’s next? Why am I giving you the gossip? I’m doing this shit to save your life, bitch because I care. See, this is a story about being grown and sexy. Yes, bitch! Say it again! GROWN & SEXY!!! And we all will be grown and sexy, one day.
I know, you probably think grown & sexy means all about getting the “D”. Well, it is…but not really. Don’t get me wrong, we’re going to get to that. There will be plenty of pipe laid. How the hell can you be grown & sexy without some feel good? But, it’s about a movement - a way of life. It’s a phase you go through when you get to a point where you are living your best life and just don’t give a fuck anymore.
Listen Linda, this story here, isn’t just about sex, it’s about timing. See, look at all the young bitches, rolling their eyes. They just want to hit it and quit it. I can’t with them. I’m not even addressing them and their foolishness. In fact, all the young bitches, y’all can feel free to exit - stage left, please.
The rest of us, that are past all that thotting and trotting, we know that the universe has a fucked up sense of humor and it only gives us these short ass life spans, filled with teeny-tiny windows of opportunity to cram all of this amazing shit into. Then, on one side, we have one cosmic force presenting something fantastic, while another on the other side, there is another force that throws mad shade. Of course, we pay attention to the shady shit and usually miss out on that brief moment of something that could have made us really fucking happy. Don’t worry, I’m not about to start talking about astrology, or reading crystals. Besides my horoscope, I don’t know what any the fuck any of that means.
What it means to what the fuck I’m talking about is, this could be considered a cautionary tale about missed opportunities, or being so wrapped up in your own bullshit that you can’t see a good thing when it was right in front of you. It’s definitely about family, growing up, acceptance and happiness; about finding and loving yourself and then being able to show that love to someone else.
Of course, you can’t have all that good shit without the bad. So, let’s see…I’ll throw in some insecurities, doubt, utter stupidity, realizing that just because something looks and feels good, doesn’t mean it’s right. Hell, my story this story, may even be about having to break your own heart to save someone else’s. Ah, we’ll see if I can actually get to that part. It’s not I got all damn day, you know?
So…where do I begin?
Oh, okay. You know that club, Bottom’s Up, on the corner of Fourth and Lexington? The one with that has the pool tables on the upper level and that cute little Karaoke room? Well that’s where all this shit started…
There were a lot of people at Bottom’s Up for a Wednesday night.
Ivar already had an attitude because he was late. He knew that showing up even a few minutes late for the weekly pool game with his siblings meant that he wouldn’t get to pick his opponent and if he got stuck playing against Bjorn one more time, he was going to quit showing up to these fucking games all together.
He hated playing Bjorn. No matter what he tried, he could never beat his oldest brother. Most of the time, he never even got a chance to get his cue on the table when he played against him. If he had any other sibling as his opponent, he stood a fair chance of winning, but he was sure that Bjorn cheated. It was enough to piss him off just thinking about it.
Ivar glanced at the small landing where the pool tables were and saw the five varying shades of blonde hair just as the top of the stairs. Damn, they were all already there. They had probably already picked games, meaning he was going to have another shitty night at shooting pool. There went his chance of getting back the money Sigurd took off of him last week. He needed that money, too. He was running low on gas and his brakes started making a loud squeaking sound this morning. Now, if he could just play against Ubbe...he knew for sure he could double their bet and make all of his money back, and then some.
Deciding to get a drink before he met his family upstairs, he made his way to the bar, and signaled for the bartender. While he waited he carefully tried to remove his jacket without bumping into anyone. Where the fuck did all these people come from? They had been coming to this lounge for a few months and on Wednesdays there were never more than 25 people in there. It wasn’t like it was wall-to-wall people in there now, but it was definitely enough to make him feel annoyed.
Plus, all those extra people were making it hot in there. Maybe he shouldn’t have worn a long sleeve t-shirt, after all. But with all the rain and cold nights, lately, he wasn’t quite sure how to dress. The shirt, a thin pale blue cotton, was a deep V-neck, showing the top of his muscular pecs and just a hint of his shoulder tat that trailed over to the center of his chest, was tucked lazily into the front of his distressed, blue jeans and left hanging out of the back. A pair of brown Timberland shoes completed his outfit, giving him that ‘I’m not trying too hard to look like I’m trying to look good’, look. Believe me, he wore it well.
“What can I get you?” The bartender asked walking over to where Ivar stood, pouring beers from the tap for other patrons further down the bar.
“Can I get a Jame…,” As soon as he started talking he heard a feminine voice coming from his left. He stopped mid-sentence and looked to see where the voice was coming from, “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said smiling at the shorter woman next to him. When she turned her head toward him and offered him a smile, his posture changed. “I didn’t see you. Please, go ahead.”
She raised her brows and continued smiling at him, “Thanks.” Man, he was a cutie, but she was sent to the bar for drinks, not dicks. Turning back to face the bartender, she restarted her order, “Um, I need a Johnny Walker Blue, a Malibu and Pineapple, and a Captain & Diet.” She turned back to him and bowed, a sign for him to continue with his order.
“I’ll just take a Jameson,” Ivar told the bartender. When he turned back to the woman, he noticed she had turned away from him and was looking at her phone. As casually as he could, he leaned his head to the side to get a look at her full body. She couldn’t have been more than 5’3”, even with the heel on those boots. She had a great complexion, the chartreuse wrap shirt with bell sleeves brought the olive tones out in her caramel skin and softened her chocolate eyes. And of course, Ivar wondered how in the hell did a woman with an ass and hips that size and a waist that small, found jeans that fit. He found himself raising his brow at the thought.
This was awkward. He wanted to say something to her, but she didn’t seem to notice that he was even standing there. He couldn’t remember a time in recent history when a woman didn’t notice him, or when he had to start a conversation. What exactly was he supposed to say, anyway? If he wasn’t drunk or being pursued, he wasn’t quite sure how this was supposed to go.
Just why wasn’t she trying to talk to him, anyway? He looked good tonight, he just got his hair cut and this was a new shirt. The silver herringbone necklace and the pale blue of his shirt, made his eyes look more of a steel blue, which he thought was the most attractive on him. He smelled good - he had taken some cologne out of his father’s bathroom and claimed it as his own. It smelled good on his dad, so he knew it smelled good on him. What the hell was this lady’s problem?
“I’m sorry, but I think I know you from somewhere.” The woman spoke, pulling Ivar out of his head for a moment. When he turned to face her, she was facing him with her hand on her hip and her brows were knitted together, as she tried to think. “Oh my God, that sounded like a line, didn’t it? I swear, it’s not. You just look so familiar.”
Ivar chuckled. For a minute there he thought he was losing his touch. “No, it doesn’t sound like a line at all.” He easily rested his arm on the bar, as he turned to face her, shortening the distance them. “I’m sure I would remember meeting someone as beautiful as you before.”
Her eyes widened uncomfortably, as she tried to take a half step back before she bumped into the stool next to her. She turned to see what she had bumped into before turning back to him. He was cute and all, but that’s not why she started talking to him. What was with guys these days? “Aww, thanks. That’s really sweet, but…”
“I’m sure, not half as sweet as you are,” Ivar licked his bottom lip, and his long lashes blinked over his beautiful blue eyes, momentarily catching her off guard.
“Oh, honey,” she dared to reach out and touch him. Damn, he had a nice arm. She could feel the large expanse of his bicep flex under her hand as her fingers drummed against it, “I’m sure I have shoes older than you.”
Ivar shrugged. What did that have to do with anything? “You’re only as old as you feel…”
“Hey,” Another masculine voice came from behind them, followed by a swift smack to the back of Ivar’s head, “you buying for everyone?” Ivar rolled his eyes before he turned around to face his brother. Narrowing his eyes at the older, taller man, he cursed the fact that they were related.
“Oh. My. God!” The woman next to Ivar said shifting her weight to one hip with a huge smile on her face. If Ivar thought she was pretty before, she was absolutely beautiful when she gave a genuine smile. “Bjorn Ragnarsson?”
“Soli?” Bjorn made this weird groaning sound as he bent down and picked the small woman up from the floor, wrapping her in a bear hug. “Oh my, God! I haven’t seen you in forever. How have you been?”
Who the hell was this woman and how the hell did she know his brother? Ivar stood back watching the scene unfold and tried to stop his lip from curling. “I’m good! We just moved back a little over a year ago. How are you, BJ? How’s your family?”
“We’re good. My parents are still in the neighborhood.” Bjorn tried his best not to smile at the look on Ivar’s face, “Everybody else is doing fine. And I see you’ve found Baby Ivey here?”’
“Nooooooo!” she shrieked, cheeks turning red, “This is Baby Ivey?” She held her hand down by her knee to the height she remembered him as a toddler, then looking up at the sexy man that towered over her now, “Little Ivar Ragnarsson…well fuck me. That’s why you look so familiar.” This time she patted his thigh in what she hoped was in a platonic fashion. “I know you don’t remember me, but I was really good friends with your sister.” She chuckled when he shook his head, “I think you went to school with my son, too. Miguel Larson.”
Miguel Larson? Who the hell was Miguel Larson? The only Larson he knew from high school was this annoying, skinny kid who was into anime… “Wait, Mani Larson?” No fucking way. Did she just nod? She was Mani Larson’s mom? Mani Larson was only like two years younger than him. What was happening here? There was no way in hell that this woman had a kid his age.
“Yeah, bro. Me, Soli & Gyda all went to high school together. She even turned me down when I asked her to my senior prom.” Bjorn placed his hand over his heart and pouted his lip as if he was hurt.
Shaking her head, Soli reached over and squeezed Bjorn’s chest as he flexed under his shirt for her. She opened her mouth in shock and appreciation, “Oh, my God. I know right? How drunk was I? What the fuck was wrong with me?”
Could Bjorn’s grin get any bigger? He was enjoying this. He could read Ivar’s body language from upstairs when he saw him at the bar. He just knew from the way he was standing down there, that instead of being upstairs with the family, his brother was trying to push up on some girl at the bar. That’s the only reason that he came downstairs to fuck with him. But, not only did Bjorn get to run into an old friend, he also got to cock-block his little brother. The gods were smiling on him today. “Soli and Gyda were cheerleaders when I was on the football team.”
“How is Gyda?” Soli asked, turning to the bar to push her drinks closer to her and slide the bartender her credit card. She missed the little eye exchange between the brothers in the process.
Bjorn turned around to scan the raised platforms where the pool tables were, “She’s here, actually. We come here for our weekly pool game. She would die to see you.”
“Okay. Let me take this stuff over to my girls, and I’ll come up and find you guys in a few.” Hugging him one more time and squeezing his arms for good measure, Soli shook her head in disbelief, “I can’t believe I ran into you, BJ. It’s so good to see you.” She turned around to face Ivar who was standing there watching his brother and what he had hoped was going to be his conquest for the evening chatting it up like two girlfriends, “It was nice to see you again, too, Ivar.” She wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed for him, or humiliated for herself, at the moment.
“Yeah, you too, Mrs. Larson.” Mrs. Larson…what the fuck? He just wanted to leave out the bar and come back in to start the night over.
She held up a finger to him to stop him from calling her that hideous name, “I haven’t been Mrs. Larson in a very long time. I’m just Marisol,” She tilted her head in such a way that her hair covered part of her face hiding her blush. “But you can call me, Sonni, or Soli. Whatever,” she shrugged, and tucked her top lip between teeth at the sight of his smile.
Why were they making these young boys so goddamn cute these days? If they didn’t stop, or if she didn’t get laid soon, she was going have to call the people on herself. She had known this boy when he was an infant.
That meant he was around her son’s age, and Mani was what 21-22? So Ivar was born right around the time she graduated from high school? That was illegal somewhere, right? Yeah, he was of age. But, whose age? Mani’s? Oh that was just nasty.
What the hell did she have in common with a boy that young? Hot, sweaty, animal sex… but other than that? She was so past that stage in her life.
No, what she was going to do was go back to her table and enjoy her happy hour, and just before she left for the night, she would go up and see Gyda. She would be staying far the fuck away from this little snack, right there. She was not going to allow herself to think about whether or not he was old enough to have chest hair, yet, or what that clean-shaven face felt like rubbing against her thighs.
Ivar could have sworn he swore he saw Soli blush, as she collected her drinks and made her way back to her corner of the lounge. What in the hell just happened? Fucking Bjorn, “You dick,” Ivar grabbed his drink and followed behind his brother up the stairs, “What the fuck was that? She turned me down for the prom…”
Bjorn laughed his way up toward the three tables he and his siblings commandeered. “You big mad, bro?” He grabbed his little brother by the shoulders and squeezed lovingly. Parading Ivar in front of his siblings, he patted his cheek like a child, “I did you a favor. She would break your heart, balls, and everything else. That, my friend, is not for you.” He turned Ivar to face the direction of Soli’s table, of which they had a clear view. “Guys, Lil’ Man here, thinks he can handle Marisol Peña,” Bjorn pointed in the direction of the petite, curvy brunette, dancing at the table, sipping on a cocktail through a straw.
“Sonni? My Marisol?” Gyda asked, turning to look at Ivar, “Ivey, Sonni’s my age.”
Bjorn nodded, “Exactly. That, is a grown-ass woman. You, are still a young Thunder Cat.”
“You sure about that?” Were they all fucking crazy? Did they know about him? There was a reason he earned the moniker Ivar “The Boneless” in college: when his third leg came out, that shit was 100% pure muscle! If he was given the chance, he would fuck that forty-something-year-old woman back into her twenties. “Just because you ain’t never had no game, don’t mean that I don’t.”
“Bitch, please,” Bjorn said picking up his beer taking a big swallow. “You ain’t had pussy, since it had you.”
Ivar could feel himself getting irritated. It was Bjorn’s fault that he was sitting up there being heckled by them instead of at the bar still talking to Soli. Plus, he hated when he was the butt of their jokes and they were all laughing at him. Even Hvitserk was smiling around his hot wings, and he could tell Ubbe was trying to keep a straight face. The only one who wasn’t laughing was Gyda, but she was too busy shooting Bjorn a look that pleaded with him to stop teasing him.
“Beege…you married every bitch you fucked. That ain’t game, brah. That’s being a whipped, bitch.” Ivar raised his glass to his brother before slamming the entire drink down his throat. “Now are we gonna play or what?” Grabbing a pool cue off the wall rack, and rolled his eyes. “I’m calling game…Ubbe? You feel like getting your ass beat?”
For the rest of the night, he tried to act disinterested in what was going on at the table below them, but the truth was every so often, he found himself glancing down to the floor to see if she was still down there or if she was finally on her way up to where they were sitting. There were quite a few times where they caught each other’s eye, peeking over the railing to see if what the other one was doing. Each time it happened, they would both smile and turn away.
Ivar didn’t know what it was about her that had him so interested. Maybe it was because no one thought that he could, or maybe it was just because she was beautiful. Whatever it was, she was a challenge, and he liked it. This wasn’t going to be the last time Ivar talked to Soli. He was going to make sure of that.
Alright, so there you have it. That’s how we they met. I know, it was just enough to wet your whistle, but I’m just going to let you chew on that tasty little tidbit for a minute. You know I gotta leave you wanting to come back for more, honey...
But seriously, though, I gotta run. But, we’re going to talk again soon. I gotta tell you about what happened when Marisol told her son that she ran into Ivar. Chiiiillllleeee....
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Chapter 2
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thots on LOGAN, on REAVER, on BEN FINN,
oh man, this might be long I warn you! I’m not sure how best to format it I think I’m gonna do like dots, coz otherwise it’ll be just a massive block of text
LOGAN:
honestly not as many thoughts as the other two aside from “nerd” and “inconsistent face” I look forward to trying to draw him one day and by look forward to I mean dread very much!!!
he’s totally not cishet look how he sits and his colour palette is pretty close to the ace flag so, though since he’s the villain for the decent amount of the game it’s important to be careful with that
I think that his design in combination with how the hobw tends to look feels antisemitic in a way that is recurring in fable that should be addressed more often I really hope if 4 ever happens they change the like good/evil morph pretty considerably, 3 is an improvement though
I don’t have many feelings towards him though as a character, there’s a thing with tone in 3 that I’ll talk about more with reaver that influences this I think, and just in general he sort of exists separately to everyone for most of the game, like he’s the player characters brother you should feel Something but there’s just no like. anything to their interactions. what’s his relationship like with theresa, with walter, with like Anyone, he just monologues at a map!!! do something talk to someone half a character is their interactions!!!! fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
like he’s fun I’ve made posts about him before, on a surface level he’s fun but like past that I just don’t really feel anything towards him? so it’s kind of hard to talk about him
I had an image of him up on my screen while writing this so this entire time he’s been staring me down hdkdj
the uh, like art of him with, the front of the armor that’s shaped like a crown is very funny that’s supposed to go on your head what are you doing
I have my own idea of how Hero stuff works because this is my canon now and I can’t be stopped and I really don’t like some parts of how they say it works, but I don’t know if now is the best place or time to talk about that, it’s partially relevant to all these characters but it’s kind of hard to explain and I feel like by the time I reach the end of this I’ll have no more words so I should really save them? I don’t know, I bring it up because it’s relevant though I just can’t decide
REAVER:
it’s funny that that’s his name, dude’s not very creative huh? like a clothier named Tailor, we get it george you steal things
I mean my name is crow because.I like crows..but I’M allowed to name myself stupid things because I’M sexy and cool and awesome and my ideas are good ones always (sarcasm)
for real though my thoughts here are complicated because there are parts to this character that touch on things that I like(pirates,cool spooky void stuff,) but those don’t get like, any focus
I like him in 2! I only like him in 2. aside from the weird character design decisions 3 made, theres the tone thing I mentioned at logan that I’ve been thinking about lately I’m not sure I can word it right but I’ll give it a shot!
so like, I think, fable likes to be funny, the feel it generally goes for is fun and it’s a fantasy game yknow? characters like jack of blades and lady grey (and the crawler kiiiind of? a bit) are obviously bad but because of either the way the game treats them or the way the game feels or the things they do theyre fun villains who I like! reaver in 2 falls into this I think, yes pirates are real but, like knights and stuff there’s. I can’t think how to word it, there’s a difference between historical knights and fantasy knights and reaver is a fantasy pirate, the shadow court stuff is obviously bad but that’s also not real? the tone of 2 is more serious than 1 and I haven’t replayed it in a while so I’d have to play it to know how it lands Exactly. but reaver in 3 hits too real with actual things and lady grey is also evil rich person but the tone of the game carries that where 3 is serious about it and it’s effects that’s like the whole point and you can have a character and a game that does that but you can’t have that character Also be the fun villain because then it confuses things, that’s Also not to say the fun villain can’t be interesting or like metaphors or whatever obviously it’s just The Feel of the thing, fable 3 can have its evil factory guy but reaver isn’t the character for that for so many reasons. I really don’t think I explained this in a way that makes any sense I can try to word it clearer another time maybe
I have fixed this internal problem I have by pretending very very hard that reaver isn’t in 3 and that’s just some other guy and that’s fixed all of my problems, even that stuff aside from a character perspective I don’t buy it
I have a whole thing about what he’s doing in 3 because I don’t know who the onceler guy is but that’s not him. it’s very neat I think please ask me about it I need an excuse to talk about it and this is already an excuse sure but it’s already very long
anyone else noticed that he always wears things that cover his neck? I noticed it when compiling reference images for my animal crossing thing and I hate to give you the bad news but I am certain he’d never wear the sexy pirate shirt, if I had to design modern clothes for him he’d have a turtleneck
I feel like I could read into the way he dresses (gloves, high neck,yknow?) in an interesting way actually but I’d need to think on it more
also actually before I keep pretending he’s not in 3 I don’t want to brush over the transmisogyny in the poster which is supposed to be viewed as a positive thing since it shows up, like when the rebellion is progressing right? I don’t remember the exact point of the game but you get what I mean. or the dress which would be fine if he wasn’t an antagonist in this game + the poster making it clear it’s intended to be something to be made fun of
I have made pokemon teams for the fable 2 heros because I think about them a lot and pokemon a lot and I want to share but I might wait until I’m in a pokemon brain space so it’s easier for me to, but I have Thoughts
the man who lives forever by lord huron has oakvale reaver vibes for obvious reasons and it’s also a good song and you should listen to it
a few lord huron songs do actually but I don’t want to associate those other ones with him in my brain because I like them and,like, it’s not my fault our aesthetics overlap!! I hate that!!!!!! I’M the sexier bi/pan nonbinary occult pirate Back Off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He gets ONE lord huron song, ONE, no more!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have a few conflicting ideas of oakvale reaver actually I need to settle on one but I’m not sure which I’m gonna go with, one that song matches with way better
he wins second place in having inconsistent face hdkdhk
I’m always torn talking about him for like all the reasons I’ve stated and like, people talk about him plenty and maybe what I could say is different coz I think I interpret the character different to the way I see a lot, but it feels like I could put my energy elsewhere better same reason why it feels weird to draw him? he’s popular adding to that pile rather than like anyone else would feel weird of me, but my brain latches on to pirate and goes wild coz they’re important to me separately so, yknow I’m torn
I could say more probably coz like I said the fable 2 heros are my favourites and I have the most thoughts on them, but I’ve been writing this for actual hours coz words are very difficult to make and I have stuff I need to do today
anyway the oakvale ghost pirate is still cooler, he says yarrrrr and Didnt cause oakvales destruction, and he loves his wife!!! that’s like +1000 sexy points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he’s a ghost which rocks
BEN FINN:
he’s good : ) !
I like him! he’s good
my thoughts here are very simple and I can’t elaborate past “: ) !!!”
oh he’s trans and bi
and while I usually don’t care about ships unless they’re the seafaring kind, page+hobw+ben finn is cute
he’s just good I have nothing to say and no complicated feelings i just think he’s neat : ) !
one day I’ll elaborate on the hero thing I was talking about with logan I just don’t have the energy right now
I genuinely can’t think of anything right now I’m sorry hdkdjf I just like him that’s enough!!
#long post#asks#lilegghead#logan#ben finn#reaver#THANK YOU SO SO MUCH THIS WAS FUN : D !!!!!!! sorry for taking so long i reblogged the prompt and then immediately forgot and fell asleep an#and then it took me hours to write this hdkdjfk#i am very much out of words now i cant think what to say thank you again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i cant to the like. read more thing on mobile im pretty sure i want to tag the characters for my own system but i dont want this to show up#in the character tags coz its so long i hope it doesnt#usually if my tags are long like this it wont so im hoping doing this will work hdkjdk
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4 different tag games
Tagged by the incredibly talented and lovely @jackrrabbit - thanks bby!
All of my faves have all been tagged or already done these but if anyone wants to do any/all of these - consider this your tag! 💕
i) go here and make an icon of yourself
ii) list three random facts about yourself
1. I’m Australian but I grew up in Singapore (and I miss it a whole lot)
2. I have a (very useless) degree in Ancient History and I spent three summers overseas doing archaeological digs
3. I am obsessed with whales and sharks - about two years ago I went cage diving with great whites and it was no joke the coolest thing I have ever done
iii) post the first line(s) of a WIP as well as the last line you’ve written so far
First:
“Fifty six.”
Bokuto’s hand slams down a stack of papers onto the desk and sure enough, written in big loopy red handwriting, circled and underlined at the top of the first page is his score - fifty six out of a hundred. Barely a pass.
“I freakin’ killed it!”
Last:
“I honestly don’t care that you chose Karasuno just to spite me. I don’t give a shit that you decided to join their sad little volleyball club as their manager. It doesn’t make a difference what school you go to or what extracurriculars you waste your time with. You’re still mine, so why the fuck do you think I’d be okay with you kissing anybody else?”
iv) answer 10 questions and then ask 10
1. do you believe in astrology or not? what’s your zodiac sign?
I don’t really believe in astrology, but then again I am a Pisces and some of that stuff does fit really well into my personality, so who knows?
2. best book you’ve read in the past five years?
I have not read a proper book in the longest time - but I started Six of Crows a few days ago and I’m really enjoying it so far!
3.what’s the last compliment someone gave you that made you think about yourself differently?
I mean it’s not exactly a compliment but somebody messaged me a while back on one of my other writing blogs and said they loved my fics and wanted to know if I’d do a commission piece for them, which was wild. To me writing has always been a hobby and I don’t really think I’m all that good at it compared to some of the brilliant writers on here - just the thought that somebody thought it was good enough to want to pay for it a) made by day and b) kind of changed the way I look at my writing
4. beer or wine? or neither?
Wine tbh, but I also tend to drink whatever other people around me are drinking so 🤷🏻♀️
5. what made you start your blog?
I have two or three other blogs (main and sideblogs) but they’re all geared towards other fandoms/stuff. I’ve been wanting to write some yandere content for bnha for a while and finally got the guts to create a blog to share some stuff and then I fell in love with Haikyuu and naturally being a feral thot, decided to add those characters as well
6. something you learned in school that changed your life (or at least changed your perspective)?
You can be pretty good at something and still hate it (maths) and vice versa, you can kind of suck at something and still find it super fun (art) which is really basic and dumb thing, but it took a while for it to click, and it’s pushed me to spend more time doing the things I love even when I’m objectively bad at them
7. 3 songs that you’ve listened to over and over throughout the years?
My music taste is a bit shit but I like what I like and I’ve been listening to the same stuff for years haha
Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance
Work Song - Hozier
All Star - Smash Mouth
8. tell me a joke (bonus: make it dirty)
I am shockingly bad at jokes, but here goes:
What do you get when you jingle santa’s balls? A White Christmas I’m so sorry
9. what accent(s) do you like the best?
I am weak for a southern twang. Somebody calls me darlin’ and I will just melt into a puddle. But also any accent really.
10. what does your sleep schedule look like lately?
Haha, who sticks to a sleep schedule? Haha, at the moment it’s been all over the place. Wake up for work 8(ish) and then usually fall asleep somewhere between 2/4am which I’m aware is not healthy or good for me, and then some nights I just crash super early but... yeah... 👀
My 10 questions (if anybody actually wants to do them haha)
What scares you more - the deep ocean or deep space?
Favourite TV show growing up?
Tell me an odd animal fact
Do you believe in ghosts and/or the supernatural?
Do you have any pets?
What’s your perfect date?
If you could work in any job regardless of experience or anything like that, where would you work?
Do you collect anything?
Favourite holiday?
Does pineapple belong on pizza?
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Danielle turned to me and as soon as the words registered in her head, she ran at me and swung. She hit me square in the jaw, I fell to the ground and brought my hand to my mouth, pulling my fingers away revealing blood from my busted lip. I felt the rage and anger take over my body, and my eye sight went red as I start shaking from anger. I had never fought someone before, but tonight this bitch was getting the full WWE ass kicking! I leaped to my feet and grabbed this hood rat, wanna be famous, thot ass, std infected, cunt by the hair and karate kicked the bitch in the coochie. She let out a scream as she fell holding her cooter, so I took my opportunity to left hook her in the face, instantly breaking her nose, as blood trickled down her mouth. I felt a hand grab my arm and turned to see Billie trying to talk to me, but the anger had taken over me and I couldn’t process what she was saying. Just then I seen what Billie was trying to tell me as the good ole blue boys rolled up in their blue lives don’t matter whips. Danielle laid on the concrete rolling in pain, as she got what she deserved, cause fuck that bitch! I put my hands behind my back as the cops pulled their weapons and started screaming,
“Get on the ground, and place you hands in the air!”
I dropped to my knees and put my hands up by my head. One of the fat piggy’s walks up to me and grabs my wrist snapping the handcuffs on me, kinky!
“You have the right to remain silent, everything you say and do will be held against you in a court of law.”
As, they stood me up and started walking me to the police car I could hear Billie screaming my name, I turn and see one of the po po holding her back.
“Please, let her go, she didn’t start it, she was just defending herself, Y/N don’t worry I’ll get you out, I promise, I love you!”
And there it was the Billie Elish has just announced her love for me, as I was going to jail for fighting Bhad Badie, what had my life become.
The car ride to the police station wasn’t too bad, we rode in silence, as my mind played the words, I love you repeatedly in my head. I’d never felt this way before in my life, in all honest I’d never had someone say they loved me before except my family. Once, we arrived at the prison I had my fingers printed and a mugshot taken, I was then searched and put into my cell. It was a nice cell kind of small and damp, but it would work for the night, my only complaint was the crack head in the cell over kept singing and at this point in my life if you aren’t Billie, please don’t sing. I was in the cell for what seemed like days before, anyone came to take my statement, after giving my statement I could make my one phone call. So, I called the suicide hot line, because I was finna kill myself, just kidding, I called my aunt Lizzy. She picked up after 4 rings, and it was nice to hear a voice of home after the month I had endured.
“Hello, who is this?”
“Hey, Lizzy” I croaked.
“Oh my, Y/N is that you, are you in prison, because this is a paid prison call?”
“Um, so, yes, but also no.” I answered.
“What do you mean yes, but no?”
“So, you remember how I’m on tour right?” I asked.
“Yes, with that Billie Eyelash person.”
“Ok, well I got into a physical fight with this girl who came with us to dinner, Bhad Badie, and now I’m in jail.” I confused.
“Y/N you didn’t!”
“Oh no, I did, but that’s not the worst part on my way to jail, Billie told me she loved me, by the way she also kissed me too, so!” I spilled.
“Y/n, I think you need to come home, this doesn’t seem to be good for you, should I buy you a plane ticket?”
“No, I’ll be ok I need this for work experience, but what should I do about the love you?” I questioned.
“Well, if you like her talk to her about it, or if you don’t just politely tell her that, but I don’t want this jail thing to become a habit!”
“It won’t, hopefully, and ok I guess I’ll have to make up my mind and let her know how I feel.”
I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see a pig telling me that my time was up.
“Hey, Lizzy, I’ll have to go my time is up, love you!” I sighed.
“Ok Y/N, keep you head up and you’ll be ok, is someone coming to bail you out?”
“Yeah, Billie is.” I added.
“Ok, love you too, bye.”
“Bye” I said.
I was walking back to my cell when I see Billie bust through the police station doors, screaming my name as she made dead eye contact with me.
“Y/N are you ok, I’m here to bail you out, don’t worry I called my lawyer and we’re going to get you out of here.”
I was on the verge of crying when my piggy, threw me back into my cell and yelled at Billie telling her she needed to wait for the lawyer, so they could sign my paperwork to get me out.
“Don’t you dare handle her like that, and he’s coming, Y/N it’ll all be ok, we’ll be back on the road soon!”
Billie was escorted to the waiting area as I silently cried in my cell. I was so nervous for what was about to happen that I was visibly shaking, all I wanted to do at this point was go back to the hotel and take a hot shower and get some sleep. The lawyer showed up thirty minutes later and got my paperwork straightened up, so I could finally be free. The unlocked my cell and walked me out to the waiting area, where Billie greeted me with open arms.
“Oh my god Y/N, I was so scared for you!”
Billie had tears in her eyes, as she investigated mine.
“I know I’m shaking!” I blubbered.
“Don’t worry your bail has been paid and no charges where pressed, so we can finally go back to the hotel.”
“Ok, thank god, I’m ready for a hot shower and some sleep.” I hummed.
Billie and I sat in silence the whole ride back to the hotel, while Billie held me tightly as her driver drove. Every now and then she would trace her hand down the side of my face, as she hummed quietly too me. When we got back to the hotel it was 5 am, Billie needed to be up at 1 pm for her sound check, so we used all the energy we had to run up to her room for a shower and some sleep. The shower felt godly, after the night I had, and I was finishing putting on my pajamas when I heard a knock at the door. Billie jumped up and opened the door to see Fineas and Zoe standing there, they both stepped inside as Billie shut and locked the door.
“Listen I’m about to show you both something, but don’t freak out, ok?” Zoe said.
“Ok, what is it?” I asked.
“Here, take a look for yourself.” Fineas added.
Just then he unlocked his phone and handed it to Billie, on the screen the TMZ cite was pulled up with an article that read, “Billie Eilish’s new girlfriend beats up Bhad Babie?” Along with the article there was a video, but just any video our fight video. We watched the video, my mouth hung open the enter time, as I wondered who could’ve recorded this since there was no one around, but us five.
“Goddamn my ass looks phat in that video!” Zoe whooped.
“What the fuck, Zoe!” I gasped.
“Oh sorry, your ass looks phat too, whoever videoed this really got you from your best angles!” Zoe added.
“So, does anyone have the recite for her, or maybe a warranty, because this one is broken, I think we need a new one.” I countered.
“Watch it bitch, do you want to go round two in fight club?” Zoe questioned.
“Well, I’m not afraid to go back to jail, so bring it on whore!” I tempted.
“Listen bitch you need to know you’re place I was with Billie long before you, so take a seat you poser.” Zoe declared.
“I see your mouth moving, but all I see coming out is shit!” I laughed.
“Bitch that’s it, it’s time you took a real ass beating!” Zoe raged.
“Ok, ok, ok, let’s all calm down, we have real issues to deal with, so knock it off!” Fineas intervened.
“Was there anyone else at the restaurant we didn’t see?” Billie questioned.
“I don’t think so, unless this crazy cunt set up her phone and recorded it her self.” I added.
“I mean the video is taken in just one angle it makes sense.” Fineas noted.
“Yeah, by the time Y/N and I got out there she was already ready for a fight.” Billie replied.
“Did anyone see her after the fight?” I asked.
“No, we all were watching you go to jail.” Zoe hesitated.
“Oh, shit look!” Fineas said.
As, I looked I seen more and more articles pop up with similar headlines, “Billie Eilish mystery girl fights Billie’s ex,” “exclusive fight video of Billie Eilsih’s girlfriend,” “Billie’s new fling takes an ass beating,” etc.
“What the fuck are we gonna do?” Zoe croaked.
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plaudite. acta est fabula: thots on my third vlr playthrough
annnnnd done
with all the alt timelines down and all but two secret files obtained, i’m feeling pretty good ending my 3rd (and probably last for at least a long, long time) vlr playthough at a slick 20 hours. i’m pretty excited for my dual phds in metaphysics and philosophy, earned from completing the famed “tripletion” (triple completion), to come in the mail!!
anyway, i enjoyed the game, but holy shit, do i have some things to say (spoilers and everything else beneath the cut as always).
i guess i’ll start with the fact that this is a hell of time to pick this game up again, concerned as it is with quarantines and pandemics and plagues and all that. Radical-6 I think hit me harder than it did when I first played this game when i was 15 (context: i turned 21 this last december), for obvious reasons. I remember at one point the game says that 100,000 people died from R6 and it was a huge, global tragedy ... weird to see that so directly mirrored in just the US headlines alone. I don’t have much more to say about the pandemic aspect of the game, but it was a weird thing to start off my playthrough confronting.
Like I mentioned, my first playthrough was when I was 15, my second I think I was 17, and here I am 4 years later. So why do I keep going back to this game? Well, for one, the plot is dense enough, and my brain is sparse enough, that i find myself surprised by one aspect or another every time. This time, Dio’s blackmailing Sigma to get the Axelever (sp? who cares), how much I liked K, and a lot of the plot after the final puzzle room were surprises for me. That being said, there were also things I dreaded and did not want to revisit: Quark’s and Alice’s suicidality, the part after the first AB game where you go to three different rooms and people info dump on you, most of the puzzle rooms tbh, and good god the part where Luna’s face melts off. I hate it. I hated it at 15, I hate it now.
And, though my memories are quite fuzzy on ZTD, I’ll say (expanding on Luna’s face melting off) that this is the only game in the series that inspires genuine dread from me. I think, honestly, that it’s 70% how uncanny the models are. K is the only that looks remotely OK, and that’s because he’s a big silly suit of armor in a monk robe. On the flip side, though, this uncanny valley I think works tonally very well for the game. It makes me feel uncomfortable to look at the visuals. Half the environments look like they’re from the original Silent Hill, for God’s sake. It’s not good, but it’s serviceable, and even functional in an accidental sort of way. However, the visuals are the reason I’ve never been able to recommend this game to other people (that and the walls of text, the obscure psuedoscientific rants, the way Alice’s tits are just out ...). 999 is far-and-away the more charming game visually, but I think VLR in its own way has carved out a visual style that works, though it’s jarring initially. Though, I do wonder how approachable the game is in 2020 compared to in 2012, or in 2014 when i played it. I think our need for quality graphics and disdain for poor graphics (especially this sort of ugly, gumby shit) have only increased since. I guess if anyone has any more thoughts on how they feel about the graphics and how approachable it makes the game, pls feel free to dm me. I’d love to talk about how weird this game is.
Changing subjects, I remember liking the music quite a bit more on my earlier playthroughs. Maybe that’s nostalgia talking, or maybe I’ve just grown as a music listener since high school. Probably both. I think it’s really appropriate for the game and great for setting a mood (and I love, love the twist in the credits track), but I think some tracks were overused. “Dun dun .... Dun dun ... Dun dun”
ad nauseam. Uh oh! I know that track! Looks like something deeply horrifying is about to happen! ^_^ I sure hope it’s not that same ugly rendering of Alice being stabbed in the chest :3c (it is. it is the same ugly rendering of Alice being stabbed in the chest.)
Maybe I’ve come across as overly critical, but I do have a deep appreciation for this game. I think that it easily has the best premise I’ve ever, ever come across in a video game, and, no jokes, every game I’ve played since I first came across VLR has failed in comparison to how absolutely genius i think this game is. I’m not exaggerating. The way the plot mirrors the actions of the player, the unique incentivisation of replaying, the way it lets me just be straight up evil occasionally, the twists, the turns, the way i had to cut off my own arm using a warehouse door. the list goes on. The reveal of Zero Sr. is, I think, the most impactful twist in a piece of media i’ve ever experienced. Perhaps I’m a buffoon, but i think this game slam dunks it in terms of pure plot showmanship. that said, i think the exact details of what’s going on where and why (especially at the end irt Kyle, but that’s more of an issue to do with ZTD, and we’ll come to that when we come to that) can get quite murky.
Admittedly, the game does explain what’s happening; in fact, oftentimes it takes an infuriating amount of time walking through the minutia of what was going on where (the infamous door and map animations are infamous for a reason), but i think that a vague gesture toward the plot is all i need, or really all i get from the game at the end of the day. For me, the plot is more of a vehicle for the scenarios of the nonary games, not the other way around. In a sense, I could care less who’s at what point in time where -- just let me brutally betray this old man in a prisoner’s dilemma situation. And the game, after pontificating, eventually does. and I fucking love that. God, I adore just smashing that betray button.
And that’s the fun of the game. Past the over-detailed plot, the predictable music, the gummy looking character models, I love vlr because of how it lets me interact with its world and its characters. I always get to choose either ally or betray, and what happens happens because of that choice that I made. I wish more video games operated like that. Also, I just love Phi. I know this paragraph isn’t about her, but i love rude girls.
So, I think that’s that. VLR is a mixed bag, but I’m ecstatic that it evens exists, bizarre as it is.
i’ll be starting my ZTD playthrough probably soon. I don’t remember much about the game besides playing on launch day, finishing it within 48 hours, and being vaguely disappointed, but it’ll be good to move on from all this murdering in VLR to a whole different set of murders.
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Wait, so what are all the official, open and out romantic relationships here? As in-out of all the Urru and Skeksis-who are the known couples? Like we know Skekekt and Skekayuk are a couple, or Skekgra and Urgoh are another, so who else? (this ask is directed at couples willing to answer- you know, people who aren’t emotionally constipated cowards)
A few of the Skeksis are actually quite secretive about who they are attracted to or involved with due to the dangers of having a partner. For a Skeksis, a partner can become a tool used against them and can be a great weakness. SkekEkt and skekAyuk are as open as they are for the fact that their positions are ones that don't necessarily affect the court, but are also not easily replaceable, since none of the other Skeksis can make clothes like the Ornamentalist or make food like the Gourmand.
It is, however, no secret that the General is heavily infatuated with the Empreror... The only two that don't seem to realize it are the General and Emperor both. SkekSo is incredibly egotistical and takes any romantic gestures as shows of loyalty, while skekVar ends up following his lead and now has a confused idea where love and loyalty are the same thing (they very much are not, skekVar).
SkekSil has had a few flings with various Skeksis, but nothing consistent due to his underhanded tactics and way of things.
SkekOk and SkekLach are a pair that nobody is sure if they are a couple or just close friends, and they are more than happy to keep it that way.
SkekUng has been known to sail away with skekSa on more than one occasion, but he always insists that it is purely for business.
SkekTek once had a close bond with skekGra and skekSa both, but those both fizzled out when the two left the Castle. He has since become rather bitter towards the idea of relationships.
SkekGra and Urgoh still remain the only Skeksis/Mystic pair to still stay strong, though the Hunter and Archer have a rather interesting relationship. Not exactly dating, but it's something.
As for the Mystics, they are incredibly open with their relationships and are very polyamorous, though a few prefer more monogamous relationships.
UrSu and urMa are what skekVar wishes he had with skekSo. The two have been together since near the beginning and urMa is urSus closest confidant and the only one that hears of the Masters many concerns.
UrAmaj and urNol are the other monogamous pair, often found either in the gardens or kitchens with one another.
UrSol is a thot. I shan't elaborate.
UrIm, urTih, and urGoh once had a lovely relationship, but that ended when the Wanderer left for good to be with his Skeksis half. The two still care for him deeply and miss him.
UrYod, urZah, urUtt, and urAc are often together, complimenting one another strengths and weaknesses.
UrSen and urLii are the only two Mystics to never engage in a romantic relationship of any kind.
(And, for myself, I am capable of pairing anyone and everyone. You could stick urYod and skekSo in front of me and I will surely find a way to make it work, so feel free to share your own interpretations on relationships. I'm more than happy to listen. :D )
#the dark crystal#skeksis ask#mystics ask#skekso#skekvar#skeksil#skekekt#skekayuk#skekok#skeklach#skekung#skeksa#skektek#skekgra#urgoh#skekmal#urva#ursu#urma#uramaj#urnol#ursol#urtih#urim#uryod#urzah#urutt#urac#ursen#urlii
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my little secret - part 2
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(welcome to part 2 u angsty thots!!!! this is v v v angsty so i hope you all enjoy this last part sksks and once again: I DO NOT CONDONE OR SUPPORT CHEATING. ITS NOT ROMANTIC OR CUTE. I ONLY WROTE THIS FOR PURE ENTERTAINMENT AND BECAUSE SOMEONE SUBMITTED IT TO ME. phew. ben is so sweet in this part, like i couldn’t make him mean. i just luv him sm)
Word Count: 3k+
WARNING: age gap (23 and 70), smut, cheating
Paparazzi has been insane the whole entire evening. You all had arrived at the restaurant as they bombarded you with flashing lights and yelling.
“Over here! Roger Taylor, over here!”
It felt odd with all eyes on you. Ben’s arm was wrapped around your waist as you finally enter inside. Roger is in front of you with his hand in Sarina’s. You know it’s wrong, but a pang of jealousy hits you. Everyone else had been offered to come along for dinner, but unfortunately, they had been called to re film some scenes. Luckily, Ben was able to join. Fortunately, the restaurant wasn’t busy at all. The four of you were quickly greeted by the hostess and taken to the back corner of the room to a round table. You sat down with Roger to your left and Ben to your right. The awkward tension was finally starting to melt away when Ben and Sarina begin talking about everything and anything. Then the conversation quickly turns to you.
“So, y/n,” she starts with a sweet smile on her face. “Ben here hasn’t been able to stop talking about you. I’m so happy to finally meet you.”
Your heart ached as Ben’s face flushed and an embarrassed smile crept on his face. Roger cleared his throat as he leaned back against his seat and stares at you with a forced smile.
“All good things I hope.” you tease as you look to Ben.
He grins and leans in close to you.
“There’s only ever good things with you.” he says low before gently kissing you.
You melt against him, but then quickly remember Roger’s right next to you and staring. You back away fast and smile to him as you look forward and down at your lap. Your eyes glanced up and they meet Roger’s. You look away quickly and focus your attention on Ben, but you can still feel his eyes burning into you.
“Young romance is such an amazing thing. I still remember when I met Roger.” she says sweetly as she looks to him.
He doesn’t hear her at first, but then he notices all of your eyes glued to him. His face lightens up as he looks to her and smiles.
“Oh, yes. Like it was yesterday, my love.”
She leans in and kisses him as well, making a certain bubble in your stomach rise up. You clear your throat and scoot your chair back loudly, causing everyone to flinch.
“Sorry, I just need to go powder my nose.” you tell everyone as you stand up fast.
“Oh, I can walk you there.” says Ben as he goes to stand up, but is interrupted.
“I’ll show her where it’s at. You stay and enjoy yourself. Besides, the bar’s right next to it and I could use a few more drinks.”
“Tell me about it.” you whisper slightly, causing everyone to look at you.
Roger stands as the two of you silently make your way towards the bathrooms. Luckily, they’re around the corner and out of sight. You find the women’s and walk inside, surprised when Roger follows behind you quickly. He shuts the door and locks it fast. Your eyebrows are knitted together as he exhales and turns around to face you.
“You’re married?” is all you can ask. “You forgot to mention to me the fact that you have a wife!?”
Roger’s eyes close as he exhales and looks back to you.
“I’m sorry. I know I should’ve told you, but it just seemed easier not to.”
“Easier not to tell me that you’re married!?”
“You have a boyfriend!” he harshly whispers as he takes a step towards you. “How is that any different?”
“It’s different, because I’m not married!”
Roger rolls his eyes as you turn around and walk across the room with your arms folded.
“And the fact that you know Ben and work with him! He’s playing you in a bloody movie, Rog! You’re friends with him for god's sake!”
“He mentioned having a girlfriend, but I’ve never put two and two together. I had no idea. I’m just-” he pauses as he takes a step towards you. “I’m just really happy you’re here. That’s all.”
Your hard scowl turns into sad frown.
“I am too.” you murmur as you look to the ground.
Roger walks in front of you and gently grabs your chin, making you look at him. He’s smiling as he leans in slowly and presses his lips to yours. He lingers for a moment before you lean in more and open your mouth a bit. The kiss speeds up as he presses you against the wall and bucks his hips into yours, causing you both to moan slightly. Your hand travels down his torso and lands against his crotch as you gently press in. Roger sighed as his eyes fluttered closed. You smile to yourself and suddenly remove your hand completely. He whimpers at the loss of contact.
“I should get back out there.” you whisper as you glance down at the large bulge in his pants. “You should probably fix that. I’m sure your wife wouldn’t mind helping.”
You give him a sassy smile as he stares at you with dark eyes. You know the next time the two of you are alone, you’re going to get it and you couldn’t wait. You lean in and quickly kiss Roger once more before making your way out of the bathroom. You wipe your mouth off and fix your hair before turning the corner and sitting back at the table.
“Did you see Rog up there?” asks Sarina.
You smile at her and scoot your chair in more.
“Oh, yeah. Looks like he got caught up with something.” you smirk as you bring your glass to your lips and sip.
***
“Are you sure you don’t wanna sleep in my trailer with me? You don’t have to be all alone, ya know.”
You’re standing in front of your hotel as Ben has his arms wrapped around your waist. You smile and nod as you lean in and kiss him.
“That’s your personal space. I’m only five minutes down the road, silly. You just let me know when, and I’ll be on my way to see you. Okay?”
He sadly smiles and kisses you once more.
“Okay. I love you!” he calls out as he walks back to the car.
You force a smile as you wave to him.
“I know you do!” you call back out, feeling bad that you couldn’t say it back.
He doesn’t notice the hesitancy in your face as he hops in and the car drives away with a big goofy grin on his face all while your heart breaks. You turn around and make your way into the hotel and check in. A concierge helps you to your room as you tip and thank them. You shut the door and look around as you sigh. The first thing you want to do is take a hot bubble bath. You walk to the bathroom and begin just that. The water’s running as you slip off your shirt and pants, replacing them with a robe. You’re hunched over as you check the water temperature when there’s a knock at the door. You look towards it confused as you pull your robe against you open the door.
“Roger? What are you doing here!?” you whisper as you look around the hallway.
He ignores you as he walks inside and turns around.
“Anyone could have seen you come here!”
“What you did back at the restaurant was not very nice of you.” he practically growls. “Teasing someone is very naughty.”
Your stomach drops at the sound of his dark, raspy voice. You’ve never seen Roger like this. This in control and… hungry. It was hot enough to make you squeeze your thighs together and your breathing to speed up. Roger slowly walks up to you and grazes his fingers over your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.
“And naughty girls have to be punished, now don’t they?”
You’re speechless as his eyes scan over your body, noticing that you’re only being covered by a white robe. He smirks to himself as he looks back to you.
“Bed. Now.” he demands.
You listen instantly as you walk around him and straight to it. You don’t hesitate as you lay down on your back, the robe slipping up and revealing your panties to him. Roger groans at the sight of you as he sheds off some of his clothes. He’s practically drooling.
“Take them off.” he tells you, which you instantly do. “Spread.”
Your legs open up as cool air makes you almost gasp, but not as much as when Roger’s head moves between them and his tongue licks over your sensitive nub. Your back arches as you hiss and pull on his hair. Roger moans against you, which makes you yell out.
“Roger!” you whimper when suddenly your hotel phone rings.
You gasp as he stops for a moment, still between your legs. He looks up at you with his chin glistening with your juices. A sight you were in love with. You reach over fast and pick up the phone, trying to calm down your breathing.
“Hello?”
“So I know I’ve only been gone for maybe thirty minutes, but I just wanted to talk to you again.”
You laugh lightly as you lay back with the phone to your ear.
“You’re a hopeless romantic. You know that?” you tease.
“Only because you make me that way.”
Just as you go to speak, Roger instantly knows who you’re talking to. He smirks to himself as he lowers his head once more and begin sucking on your nub.
“Well, I - Ahhh!” you say a bit louder than you should have.
“You okay?” asks Ben worried.
You look to Roger and you shake your head no, but all he can do is smile. He continues eating you out as your head hits the pillow and your hand tries to push him even closer to you.
“I’m fine.” you say out of breath. “Just tiiiiiiiired.” you moan out as your eyes squeeze shut.
“I know that voice.” says Ben. “Are you… Are you touching yourself right now?���
Your eyes open fast as you glance down at Roger.
“Um, yes! I was touching myself just as you called. Guiltyyyy.” you groan as Roger flicks his tongue over and over again.
“God, this is so hot.” whispers Ben.
“Baby, I really have to go.” you whimper.
“Yeah, alright. Hearing you like that has me, uh, needing to go take care of some things.”
You laugh as you cry out once more and hang up the phone without saying goodbye. Your legs begin shaking and then your whole entire body. Roger doesn’t stop until your eyes roll in the back of your head and your gasping for air. Your body is trembling as a clear liquid gushes out and you’re seeing stars. You finally find your breath as you calm down.
“That-” you breathe out. “Was so mean.”
Roger smirks as he wipes his mouth off and hovers over you.
“Who knew payback was so yummy.”
***
“I can’t believe the movie’s already finished.”
You and Ben were back at your home as you both get ready for a big end of movie celebration that Roger is hosting. You wanted to make sure to look good for tonight as you slip on a long, flowy black dress that suits your body perfectly. Ben’s jaw dropped when he saw you walk out of the bathroom, all dolled up.
“Look at you,” he whispers as he walks up and kisses your neck playfully.
You giggle as he backs away with a smirk on his face. He leans in to kiss you, but you find yourself moving your head to the side. Ben kisses your cheek instead and you force a smile and kiss his as well before walking away. He’s stood there slightly confused with a sad look on his face. You’ve been rejecting his kisses lately. You’ve been rejecting a lot of him lately and he’s noticed, but he doesn’t say anything.
A car was waiting outside for you both as you slide in and Ben right after you. The drive was long and silent as Ben held your hand the whole time. Not a single word was spoken as you stared out the window and were finally at Roger’s. Ben helps you out of the car as people storm all over the place. You look up to Roger’s house in amazement over how beautiful and large it is. Ben holds his arm out for you and you kindly accept.
You both walk up the steps and are greeted by a waiter with a gold tray filled with glasses of champagne. You release Ben’s arm and take one, chugging it. You take another and hold it as you walk around. You spot Roger in his grand living room. He’s next to Sarina, who’s beautifully dressed. Roger glances around the room until his eyes land on you. He slightly smiles as you stand there and wait for him. He excuses himself as he walks over.
“My, my,” he says, looking you up and down. “You look breathtaking.”
You blush as you look down and smile.
“So do you.” you say low, causing him to smirk.
Ben’s stood there as he watches the looks you and Roger are giving each other. Something in his soul is confused as he clears his throat awkwardly, causing you two to look over to him. You had almost forgot he was there.
“Ah, Ben!” exclaims Rog. “And you look breathtaking as well!” he teases as he leans in for a hug.
You all laugh as you stand there and chit chat back and forth. Everyone else from the movie arrives as they all stand and talk. You’re stood there in silence as you look around and sip on your fifth champagne. You decide to break away from the conversation and make your way through the house. You walk through the foyer and into the kitchen as you stare at the beautiful art that lines the walls. You’re admiring them when someone behind you clears their throat. You turn around fast and it’s Roger.
“Enjoying yourself?”
You smile and glance back to the walls.
“It’s stunning in here.”
“I enjoy beautiful things.” he says as he continues to look at you.
You realize what he means as you sweetly smile to him and blush.
“I really need to speak with you-” he goes to say.
“Roger!”
You both turn and a very drunk Sarina is laughing as she walks towards you.
“Baby, there you are! Are you flirting with Ben’s girl again?” she teasingly asks as she winks to you.
You awkwardly laugh as she clings to him and kisses him deeply.
“I need you to help me with something.” she purrs.
Roger glances to you and then back to her. You’re stood there uncomfortable as she leans in and whispers something in his ear - which causes his eyes to widen a bit and her to giggle like crazy. You swallow hard and take in a deep breath.
“If you’ll excuse me.” you say fast before walking away.
Roger wants to yell after you, but he can’t. He just stands there sadly as you exit the kitchen.
“There you are,” says Ben as you walk by him.
He notices the look on your face and your glossy eyes as you walk straight past him without saying a word. His face falls as he sits his drink down and chases after you. You open the front doors and it’s now pitch dark outside. You gasp slightly as you hurriedly walk down the steps and sob.
“Y/n, wait!”
You continue walking as Ben’s close behind you. You wipe your eyes when suddenly he grabs your arm and spins you around.
“What’s wrong?” he asks worried and out of breath. “What happened?”
“I’m so sorry.” you sob as you look to the ground.
He shakes his head not understanding.
“For what, love?”
“I’m just so sorry.” you whisper.
Ben’s silent for a moment before speaking up with a low voice.
“It’s Roger… Isn’t it?”
You finally look up to him with shocked eyes. The look on your face was an answer for him. He sighed and looked down as he continues speaking.
“I’ve seen the way the two of you look at each other. I’m not an idiot, ya know. I’ve seen everything.”
Your heart breaks by the sad tone of his voice. He knows.
“You love him, don’t you?” he whispers.
Your chin is quivering hard as you try to catch your breath.
“Ben,” you whisper. “I am so sorry.”
“How long?” he asks fast. “How long have you two-”
He pauses and tenses his jaw hard.
“Almost a year.” you choke out.
Ben’s face drops as he shakes his head confused.
“A year!? You’ve only met him four months ago, y/n.”
“You don’t understand, Ben. I… I met him before then. Before your movie. When we had that fight.”
Everything finally clicks. He mumbles an ‘oh’ as he frowns and sniffles.
“I should be mad at you,” he starts. “I should hate you. More than everything… But I don't. I can’t. I just love you too much… But you love him.”
Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you sob quietly.
“I do love you, Ben!” you say fast.
“Just not in love with me.” he says sadly. “I wish you would have told me sooner. I don’t want you to be with me because you feel like you have to. I just… I just want you to be happy, y/n.” he chokes out as tears fall down his face. “That’s all I ever wanted.”
“And that’s all I ever wanted for you.” you whisper.
He nods his head and smiles slightly.
“I know. If loving you means letting go and you being happy, then okay.”
He steps forward and gently cups your face with his hand. He stares into your eyes and leans forward, gently kissing your forehead. You close your eyes and place your hand on his chest.
“Just know I’ll always love you.” he whispers before turning around and walking back up the steps and into the house.
You watch him as he disappears. You turn and continue walking back to the car. Your emotions hit you hard as you sob loudly and cover your mouth. Your legs give out as you fall to the ground. That was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You never wanted to hurt Ben. That wasn’t the plan at all. You wanted him to be happy and you know deep down that you weren’t able to do that for him. He needed someone who was in love with him.
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Three Months Later
***
Moving out of Ben’s house was a lot harder than you thought it would. Packing up all your belongings and going through old pictures was difficult. It was like going down memory lane all over again, but once it was all packed up and into your new home, it was like you could finally breathe again. Like you could finally be you.
“That was the last box.” says Ben as he places it in your new living room.
You smile to him as you walk up.
“Thank you. For everything.” you whisper as you hug him.
He holds you close as he kisses the side of your head.
“I meant it when I said if you need anything, at all, please let me know. We’re still friends, you know. You can’t get rid of me that easily. We still need our Friday bar nights.”
You feel your eyes sting as you laugh and nod.
“Promise you don’t despise me? I don’t blame you if you did, even just a bit.”
“Well I don’t.” he says smiling. “Even just a bit.”
Ben grabs his keys and heads for your front door.
“You’ll still always be my best friend. Okay?” he asks, as he opens it up.
“I better be.” you tease.
Ben stops in his tracks and freezes. You watch him confused as he slowly turns around and slightly smiles.
“You have company.”
He walks off the porch and reveals Roger standing there with a large bouquet of flowers in his hand. He sadly smiles to him as Ben reaches forward and genuinely hugs him. It’s a sweet sight to you as you smile and your heart flutters. Ben turns back around and smiles as he waves goodbye, you do the same. Roger makes his way up your porch steps and holds the flowers to you. You sweetly smile and take them.
“One of the many housewarming gifts you’ll be receiving from me.” he jokes.
Your smile falls as you frown and hug him fast.
“God, I’ve missed you so much. Four months without seeing you was absolute hell.”
Roger holds you tightly as he runs his hand over your hair.
“You have no idea, love.”
You lean away and sadly smile to him.
“How’d she take the divorce?” you ask.
“Let’s just say not as good as Ben took the breakup. I definitely wasn’t getting hugs or sweet goodbyes.”
You can’t help but chuckle. You lean in and kiss him.
“Would you like to come inside?”
“I’d really like to see your bedroom.” he teases as he bites his lower lip.
“Oh, would you now?” you laugh as you look into his eyes and can’t help but admire them. “I love you.” you whisper.
Roger runs his thumb over your cheek and grins.
“And I… Love you.”
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my shitty review of skam france s5e6
- on god i hate these boys and love them so much
- arthur going to detention just for the drama of it all... i respect that
- lucas is SO BAD AT LYING
- what the FUCK was that hand thing arthur???
- yann’s face when arthur said he saw them at the concert oh my god i’m d y i n g
- “shut the fuck up” “fuck! say something!” bruh you’re confusing this poor dumbass
- i already know arthur is gonna cheat on alexia bc i can’t stay away from spoilers and i stg if he doesn’t break up with alexia soon.... ITS ON SIGHT
- these two are so cute and this love triangle is upsetting
- alexia is so smart and nice and pretty and
- oh god they’re doing sex
- but... ngl... that was kinda beautiful
- arthur PLEASE don’t act like you don’t know noée very well just be truthful dude
- alexia is like 👀
- camille is so fucking funny he ships noée and arthur more than anyone else
- noée’s face dropped so fast :(
- oh fuck the sign for idiot is funny as hell
- is that... IS THAT SOFIANE???????!???
- it ISSSSS
- on god i love that boy more than ANYTHING
- i got one tiny crumb of sofiane content i am satisfied
- of course emma doesn’t know who the spice girls are i love her so much
- imane is so smart i wish i had HALF the amount of brain cells she does
- melchior has so much attitude holy shit
- THE PEN THING SKSKDKDKKD
- bruh we just wanna fuck 😔✋
- wait how does noée know where he lives????
- noée just sippin her tea as Arthur reads
- this just shows how much arthur means to her, even just as a friend,,, mind if I CRY
- the music they play any time noée is on screen just makes me want to CRY :)))
- you know that vine that just like “RUN” and then the dubstep plays. that’s what i thought of when arthur took off.
- arthur drinks bad boyfriend juice
- what the FUCK was that
- mika has to clean that shit up tho
- listen I want arthur and noée to end up together but not at the expense of alexia hhhhhhh
- arthur finally drank good boyfriend juice just to be ambushed
- yann has brain cells
- the real crime here is lucas’ hair
- lucas my dude...... shut the fuck up
- alexia kind of fucked up but this is NOT an excuse to cheat on her
final thots: uhhhhmmmm noée hot and arthur dumb.
#I wasn't even gonna post these anymore but I got bored so here we are#skam france#lexi watches skfr
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hi ! my name is link ! i go by he / they pronouns , am 21+ & live in the cst timezone ! i’m an obnoxious aries & this is my idiot , max , who also happens to be an obnoxious aries because i believe in writing what i know JHGKFDLHLF . i’m really excited to be here , because plotless slice of life rps are my thing & i’m excited to get to know all of you & write with you !!! under the cut you’ll find misc. info & some wanted connections , but here are links to his stats page & his pinterest board , which hopefully will give you some extra insight . feel free to like this if you’d like to plot .but if you wanna plot on d*scord ( which is easier for me ) you can add me @ demogorgon ramsay#0039 !
( johnny seo, cismale, he/him ) who is that ? oh, it’s just MAXWELL “MAX” BAE the TWENTY-FOUR year old has been in beauhart for HIS WHOLE LIFE and is currently a BARTENDER. i’ve heard they can be CONFIDENT and HONEST, but also IMPATIENT and BRASH. maybe that’s why their anthem is SANCTUARY by JOJI and CAFFEINE JITTERS, DIRTY CONVERSE PAIRED WITH ALIEN SOCKS, PHONE NUMBERS WRITTEN ON NAPKINS makes me think of them.
misc. info : ( cw : mentions of death & drug use )
his mother died giving birth to him. though he doesn’t remember her ( obviously ) he still holds a bit of guilt & think it’s his fault that she died. but his dad is always quick to snuff that line of thought & holds absolutely no ill will towards max about it
all he’s ever heard is good things about her so he loves her or the idea of her really. he likes to imagine himself in the stories people tell him about her & it’s a comfort to him. it makes him feel like he kind of grew up with her even though he never got to meet her
his dad is a sweet person. full of laughs & kindness. also bad jokes ( this is where max gets his own humor from ). he’s the kind of dad that people wish for. he’s always been supportive of max no matter what & he listens to him whenever he needs it
when they were little they played catch & watched yu-gi-oh together. max still has all his yu-gi-oh cards stuffed in his closet somewhere. now they’re more likely to sit on his dad’s front porch & drink together while listening to music
his dad has never dated or remarried after his wife died because that was his soulmate & he doesn’t want to settle for anyone else & his dad has always told max to find that one person for him
max was miserable in school. he wasn’t good at it & none of it made any sense to him. so he struggled in graduating high school. & he tried college but he couldn’t stand it so he dropped out thankfully with no negative feedback from his dad
he’s kind of anxious & fidgety so it’s hard for him to pay attention ( anxiety & adhd nation make some noise !!! ) but if he gets focused on a project he’ll ignore his need to eat or anything else to work on it
he picked up making drinks from his dad at a young age ( imagine a twelve year old making cocktails that’s basically how it was ) & is really good at it so naturally he became a bartender. it’s not his dream job per se but he enjoys it a lot & makes good tips from it so he has no complaints about it
basically he’s pretty happy-go-lucky but he’s also an idiot & annoying about it. he can seem friendly enough at first but once you get close to him he’ll turn up that aries personality & get on your nerves ( but he’s also like a leech & will stick to you )
he’s really into aliens. he even has a ufo tattoo ! he will fight with anyone who doesn’t believe in them ( or cryptids or the supernatural in general ). the x-files is his favorite show & he wishes to be fox mulder every day of his life. he’s also a diehard boogara
he’s a big conspiracy theorist. he believes in lizard people, the illuminati & that queen elizabeth is a cannibal & that’s how she’s stayed alive for so long. he’s very paranoid about stuff. he’s one of those people who read the terms & conditions on everything so that he doesn’t agree to some company stealing his dna & selling it on the dark web. he also refuses to pick up the phone because he thinks the government is listening in on them ( he only makes calls when he’s high & out of it )
& he loves true crime. he’s always listening to true crime podcasts & watching true crime docs
he loves energy drinks & coffee. he drinks them so much that he’s shaking about 75% of the day but he never listens when people tell him he’s gonna get a heart attack
he’s messy. his apartment is messy. his hair is messy. his entire energy is just messy. but he thinks his personality makes up for it
he can kinda cook but honestly he’s lazy & just prefers to order in food 95% of the time. also he has a bad habit of forgetting stuff like he’ll turn the oven on then get distracted then wonder what the weird smell in his place is
for the most part he’s nice but he does participate in “friendly” dragging. if you’re friends he will clown you & sometimes he can hurt someone’s feelings even when he doesn’t mean to ( more than likely he will not apologize for it he’ll just ignore it til the other person gets over it hopefully )
always losing his headphones. he settles for those crappy $5 earbuds that you find at dollar stores so he won’t feel bad for losing them anymore. honestly he loses everything. who knows how many sets of keys he’s gone through
he’s super clumsy. always tripping, always running into stuff. he’s broken a million glasses at the bar
he’s pretty flirty, pretty charming. he uses it to his advantage at the bar, draws in customers in order to get tips & phone numbers
he’s a soft thot. he’s easy to sleep with but he’s kind & caring about all his partners
he’s a really good boyfriend & he falls in love easily, but he’s forgetful & accidentally negligent sometimes. like he’ll go days without responding to texts or checking up on people. he doesn’t mean to he just does
he loves pins, patches & colorful socks. everything he wears is covered in them. most of the things he wears aren’t even related to his interests because people just give them random things & he wears them anyway
he can never open jars his beefy arms are useless
a fan of punny humor. he’s the king of dad jokes
he’s that person who puts his legs up on the dash of the car or hangs them out the window
wishes he knew how to skateboard but doesn’t even know how to ride a bike
takes in random cats & dogs he finds on the street. sometimes he tries to find their owners & sometimes he doesn’t but it’s fine
he’s addicted to those edited audios that are like “( song ) but you’re listening to it in the bathroom at a party & you’re crying because you’re alone” & he’s obsessed with joji so of course those are his favorite
he’s one of those pansexuals who call themselves gay constantly
uses uwu in texts to be ironic & annoying. most of his words have w replacing certain letters to sound like a smol
he gets stoned at like three am & tries to call people & ask them stupid high people questions like “if two vegans fight is it still called beef”
he’s also never left beauheart or gone too far away. just a few cities at most. he has a bit of a stoner paranoia about it. like if he leaves the state something bad will happen to him or his dad or loved ones
he’s terrified of horror movies. especially ones with clowns. he refuses to watch them because he’s convinced that he’ll accidentally summon a demon or a ghost through osmosis or something JHGDLFKGHD
wanted connections :
rooommates ( one or two )
exes ( any gender. it can be messy or friendly. i’m willing to have max be the issue though with him it’ll always be baby issues since he’s nice & a tryhard JGHKFDHFKGFD )
hookups / fwbs ( any gender. singular experiences or regular type things )
childhood plots for those who’ve lived in beauheart ( childhood friends, first kisses / crushes, all that good stuff )
high school sweethearts
flirtationships that don’t go anywhere
one-sided crushes ( don’t mind who has the feelings ! )
mutual pining but they’re both idiots & have no idea
party buddies. conspiracy theory buddies. true crime buddies. any of these can be combined
tinder date ( it can go well or not )
frequent customers ( better yet, frequent customers that he flirts with. give me the cliche phone number on napkins plot)
maybe you don’t tip him for whatever reason & he’s had a bad day & he’s like “bro wtf”
teach him how to ride a bike KJFDHSLGJF
maybe you try to get him to leave beauheart & you have to deal with his crybaby ramblings about how something bad will happen
beef with him over the existence of supernatural things
be the person he calls at three am after eating too many edibles & deal with his stoned questions
try to make him watch a horror movie
for someone newer to town: be that person who makes a “your mom” joke & have to deal with that awkward “my mom’s dead” conversation
maybe he “accidentally” stole your cat or dog & you try to get it back but he doesn’t believe that it’s yours even though you clearly have proof
maybe you’re the person who always ends up finding the stuff he loses & you’re stuck in this constant act of returning & you’re tired of it
literally anything you can think of i’m probably down for it
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Can you do a Spider-man: Far From Home head cannon we’re Peter meets this cute French Interpol agent and introduces her to MJ and MJ and the reader develop a crush on each other and is super fuffy (fem x fem)
It’s a little longer that’s why I put a cut
You’re a French Interpol agent
But all you do is run communications
Oh no some guy brought drugs into France?
You tell someone and they handle it
I don’t know what an Interpol agent actually does
But you got Intel that Spiderman may be coming to France
Your boss assigned You to get some details
The Intel was some kid brought a Spiderman suit and said it was his pajamas
You looked over security tapes until you finally saw him
You ran facial recognition and his name was none other than Peter Benjamin Parker
Huh, Spiderman is only 17?
Interesting
You found out he was staying in some hotel on the other side of France
You decided to just walk
Maybe you’d bump into him early
And You did
He kept staring at you
You walked to him and introduced yourself
“Bonjour, Je m'appelle Y/n” “Oh I don’t speak French.” “Yeah, I figured. But, I’m Y/n.” “Peter Parker”
Bingo
“Mind if we talk somewhere else Peter?”
He slowly nodded his head and followed you to a cafe
You two sat outside drinking coffee well he had hot chocolate
You didn’t want to risk anyone finding out his identity so you wrote it down
He almost spits out his drink
“No?”
You wrote down everything you remembered from his file discarding his affiliation with the late Tony Stark to avoid any backfire
His eyes went real wide
“Who are you really?”
You flashed your badge and leaned back in your chair
“I need you to come with me.”
What a freaking twist
The French Interpol agency has connections with SHIELD
that connection is you
You’re Marias’ sister
Anyways
You take him to some apartment they rented out
You were just sitting in a chair watching as he made excuses about being a friendly neighborhood spiderman
“Bitch please you’ve been to space.”
The sass in this boy is real.
Not Peter, Nick.
Anyways some fishbowl head comes into play
Says there’s a multiverse and stuff but you’re not buying it
He’s wearing a fishbowl for Christ sake
That’s not a valid reason but still
Peter’s geeking out
It’s kinda cute but you don’t roll that way
If ya picking up what I’m throwing down
He takes you to his friends so you can meet them
Mostly because of MJ
Also because he wants his friends safe
And you’ll keep them safe
But they don’t know you
So getting their trust might be hard
“Guys this is Y/n.” “Welcome.”
That was easy
You looked at all of his friends and stopped at a girl
Ohmygodshe'sfreakinggorgeous
You nudge Peter, “Who’s she?”
Peter smiles to himself cause his plan may be working “That’s Michelle.”
“My friends call me MJ.” She says to you
You don’t know if she’s blushing or if it’s natural
Betty steals you to talk about how it is to live here
You teach her some French cause she’s willing to learn
“Who is she?” “Y/n?” “Yeah I know but why is she here?”
It takes Peter a second “She’s an old friend.”
MJ knows he’s lying
She wants to know what’s up
Should she get a crack at seducing or shall she be blunt
Blunt.
She steals you from Betty and pushes you into a closet
Gently obviously
“I know you’re lying.” “Peter did say you were a great observer.”
“You gonna be honest with me?” “French Interpol.”
You showed her your badge and she backed up against the door
“Do you get hurt?”
You’re confused by her concerned face.
“No. I don’t usually work field.”
“Wait aren’t you like my age?” “If you’re eighteen then yes.”
She really wants to kiss you because you’re absolutely pretty
“Then why are you an Interpol agent?”
You try to answer but you really can’t
You just shrug
She leaned against the door and brushed her hair to the side
and you’re over here standing like
woowowowowowowwowow she’s gorgeous
Oh no, do you like her?
You can’t tell but she’s thinking the same thing
in like under three hours the city is on fire
Literally
Peter’s somewhere fighting the sinister six with Mysterio
Okay so Mysterio is good
he’s got t-rex arms
But you were with Peter’s friends looking at the news
You have an earpiece in and Peter’s screaming over the comms right now
You excuse yourself and Mj’s eyes follow you
You lock eyes with her for a second before turning back
“What’s wrong Peter?” “YOU NEED TO RUN”
The ground starts shaking and you check your phone
Rendezvous at center and 16th - H.H
You run to the living room
“We need to get out of here.”
Wait You wanted fluff what am I doing
Gosh dang it
Anyways you made it to the rendezvous
The jet blew up dang it
Time to run
MJ got fired at a couple of times
You didn’t like that at all
You made sure she was in front of you at all times
“Y/n you have to do it!”
you dreaded this
“Do I really have to?”
They looked at you weirdly for a moment because they didn’t see the comm
“Yes! Do it now!”
You ran the other direction
“Y/n! Where are you going!” “Just follow Happy!”
She really didn’t want to but she listened to you
You freaking boom boom whooshed these thots
I’m sorry my playful side came out for a second
The fight was super cool you won’t lie
You did get hurt though
When MJ saw you guys
Oh boy
She hugged Peter first
Maria hugged you
Mysterio took a picture with Flash and Ned
Then MJ
Kissed you
It’s a little awkward at first
But then you melt into her
She’s cupping your face
You’re holding her waist
When she pulls away, she sees your eyes flutter open and she’s like
wow, this girl is amazing
“I’m Sorry,” MJ chuckles nervously, “You probably aren’t-”
“Not to interrupt you but I totally am.” you smile at her, “and you’re a great kisser.”
She smiles and looks down
She’s really cute
“Do you want to go on a date?” She asks you.
You’re blushing a lot because your sister is right there
You accept
On your date, you go to a cafe that isn’t destroyed
You guys sit there talking and learning about the other
She doesn’t bring up your job once and you love it
She only brought up your wounds once because she was concerned
You two went to a lake afterward and just watched the sunset
She has really soft lips
You gave her a kiss on her doorstep
She laughed because you have to stand on your tippy toes to kiss her
She planned a trip there for summer so she can be with you
Since her parents said it was okay
She could have stayed longer since she’s graduating
I’m gonna take a turn on this okay anon
You flew out to New York with Maria so you could take her to prom and be at her graduation
You met her parents, super fun
You wore a pantsuit to her prom while she wore a blue plaid dress
She looked really pretty
You have no idea how it happened but you and MJ won cutest couple
You don’t even go to this school
You don’t even live on this continent
When in France you take her to all your favorite places
You teach her some french
She went smooth and was all,
“Could you teach me how to french kiss?”
You can’t stop laughing
She wasn’t kidding
You cleared your throat, “Maybe later.”
You winked at her and she just laughing uncontrollably
It made you smile big
I’m going to make a one-shot of this too if you don’t mind cause right now
This is 1243 words
#michelle jones#mj#spiderman#spiderman: far from home#sm:ffh#spiderman: ffh#far from home#spiderman imagine#mj imagine#michelle jones imagine#michelle jones x reader#mj x reader#spiderman x reader
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