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howdoesagrapewrites · 1 year

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Cw: fluff, poly!fem!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh

Part two: Y/N and Gayatri meet Gwen, Miles and Hobie

>You were Gayatri's best friend

>Have you ever seen those two girls who cannot be separated for the life of them? The ones that do every school project together? The ones that feed each other at lunch while giggling? The ones that are always wearing matching bff necklaces or rings? Ok, those best friends

>And everyone knew you and Gayatri were a package deal, if she made a new friend, they were your friend too, if you made one, it was hers too, if someone gave the other weird vibes, then you would minimize contact with them

>You were attached at the hip since middle school

>You remember the first time you decided to put makeup on, you took your mom's makeup kit and Gayatri used all the knowledge she gathered from 2010's youTube makeup tutorials to apply it on you, you did the same. It looked patchy, you didn't powder, and used awful toned shades, but it was enough for you and for her (every photo belonging to that time period has been purposefully destroyed)

>Your friendship with Gayatri always seemed perfectly normal to you, it was all just girls being girls, admiring her for afar, loving her (platonically!!!111!!!11!!!!) more than anything you've ever known, feeling at home when she hugged you and you could smell her hair, thinking no one else in this world could understand you like she does, getting mad when boys flirted with her (they're not good enough for your friend!!!)

>just girls being girls

>"I'm glad you didn't go out with Akshay, he looks nice, but I heard he's a flirt" Gayatri stated while putting on mascara in the school bathroom, you mindlessly fixed your hair

>There had been a handful of boys who would leave notes in your lockers, or timidly offer to walk one of you home, but most often than not, they were met with rejection, from picky excuses, to the classic "my dad won't let me date"

>It happened a couple times, but the boyfriends wouldn't last more than a week before you simply decided there was no spark, and ran to each other's house to gossip about it

>"I'm giving up on boys, none of them understand me, or treat me that good, they're so weird" Gayatri complained and paused to bring another spoonful of kulfi to her mouth "You make me feel better than any boy anyway, maybe you're my prince charming" she laughed angelically, bright eyes and her lips glossed over with some lipstick and some remains of the frozen treat you were sharing. That happened some time ago, and even though she laughed, she didn't accept anyone else after that, but she was just joking, right?

>You were sure there wasn't a force in the universe that could separate you from your best friend, even her family loved you as one of their own, there was nothing to be done

>Until you locked eyes with a guy that bumped into you in the hallways

>You stared at him and heard him mutter an apology, but you were too busy scanning all his features to register what was happening

>The mystery boy was a transfer student that started going to your class

>His name was Pavitr, and you would sometimes speak to him, he lived closer to you than Gayatri did, so after you got to her house in the walk after school, there was a solid 10 minutes you had alone with Pavitr

>He was so energetic and joyful, you didn't want to admit you liked him, but there was only so much hotness in you cheeks one could attribute to the spring sun in Mumbattan

>Gayatri was friends with him too, he was just as happy go-lucky as he was with you, you liked that he didn't make neither of you feel excluded from conversations or inside jokes, would he be the same way if you two ever got to date?

>The fantasy of dating Pavitr felt weird, incomplete, you couldn't leave your bestie behind like that! Yes, friends get in relationships, but you weren't just friends, you were best friends forever, super extra duper close friends, soulmate friends!

>But your fantasies came crushing down when she told you "Pavitr's so cute, you know? He's so different from the others, I think I like him, like, like-like him"

>Pavitr Prabhakar was off limits now, you shouldn't even look at him now

>You wouldn't throw the most important friendship you've ever had out of the window for a boy, even if that boy was pretty, the prettiest, and he was kind, and funny, and outgoing, and could light up the whole city with a smile

>sucks to be you, I guess

>a few weeks after that, they started dating, and you wanted to be happy for them, you wanted to be SO BADLY HAPPY, but you felt abandoned, jealous, and so sad

>You had to admit an ugly feeling always boiled in your stomach when Gayatri went on a date, or someone was clearly head over heels for her, but that was because they weren't good enough

>But Pavitr was good enough, he was the best guy, the only man you'd ever trust to date your friend, but the feeling remained

>a little less angry and more sad, but still remained

>They were still close to you, invited you to all their dates, that they would call group hangouts, but you could tell were dates

>At first it was fun, but you always lowered your gaze or pretend to do something else when they hugged, or kissed

>After every kiss, they would both exchange a look with you, but then look away and say something to break the ice, by their eyes, you could tell they were ashamed or saddened, maybe they didn't want to leave you behind and pitied you

>So you stopped going out with them when it clearly was a date, only showing up if there was more people, or if you saw them individually

>"wanna go to the movies w us tomorrow? :)" -Gayatri

>"too busy:/ got homework to catch up on" -you

>"dw luv, I can go your to place and help you w it" -Gayatri

>"ur a bad influence, I'll get distracted" -you

>"true" -Gayatri

>No, you didn't have homework, but seeing your crush and you best friend being cheesy was not the weekend plan you were looking forward to

>When you walked next to Pav, you were stiff and quiet instead of your normal self, he was your friend, but it felt so bad when you could hear your heart beating faster for a boy who was taken, taken by your favorite person in the world

>"I hope Gayatri got better from her allergies, I haven't seen her since last week" Pav said, hoping to break the ice

>"Didn't you go to the movies on Saturday?" You questioned

>"Oh, you couldn't go, it's not the same if it's not the three of us" he answered like it was the most natural thing in the world

>Was really your third wheeling so great to them that they cancelled a date because you weren't there?

>You thought about that for weeks, and wondered how many times it happened since you started to avoid them

>Today Gayatri behaved weird, no one else noticed, but you knew her like the back of your hand,

>She told you she needed you to go to her house after school, it was important

>You didn't push the subject, since she clearly wanted to discuss it in privacy

>A million possibilities ran through you head as you walked to her house, you were scared

>When you came into her room, Pavitr was there, why didn't she tell you? You thought it was a rude thing to do, but she was clearly in distress so you tried to not be so quick to judge

> You sat next to her on the bed, and saw how both of them interchanged nervous looks, Gayatri started speaking, not as nervous as her boyfriend, but still

>"I- I got something to tell you, well, I have a- Pavitr has a crush on you"

>"...What?!" You looked so offended right now, A crush? On you? On someone else? When he was dating the prettiest most amazing girl in the world?! If you were dating Gayatri you would never, ever-

>"It's okay! It's not like that, I like you too!" Her voice interrumpted your mental rambling. Ok, this got way more confusing "I knew I loved you, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship, and when I started liking Pavitr I thought it was over, that we'd go back to being friends, but it felt awkward when you weren't around, and it felt like cheating when we spent time alone"

> Pavitr started "Gayatri is really so amazing, and I love her so much, but I love you so much too, and I thought it wasn't right to her, so I wanted to break up, but she had the same issue. I guess the thing we want to say is, would you give us a chance?" He flashed that charming smile to you, and paired with Gayatri's love-filled gaze, you almost melted

>Of course you liked her, you were so oblivious, that explains literally everything you have ever questioned about your dynamic with her, but maybe you were scared too

>"I'd love to" you shyly responded and held their hands

>Maybe not all relationships have just two wheels, maybe tricycles are thrice as fun

#spiderverse pavitr #pavitr x reader #pavitr x gayatri #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #gayatri singh #Gayatri Singh atsv #Gayatri x Pavitr #Gayatri Singh x reader

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flyingtornado · 1 year

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Sometimes, I literally CANNOT with any specific pjo character stans. Ok, I take that back. Specifically Nico stans.

WHY DO THEY BLAME EVERYTHING ON PERCY????

Now, my favourite character is Jason and or Reyna. THEN NICO.

BUT WHY DO THEY PUT THE BLAME OF A CHILD ON ANOTHER CHILD???

No. Bianca’s death was NOT Percy’s fault. It was Zoë’s for advocating Bianca as a quest member when she was just put into the hunters not even a week before. It was Bianca’s for taking the oath of Artemis and entrusting Nico to Camp half-blood. No. It was NOT Percy’s job to protect Nico. It was CHIRON’S. It was only Nico’s perception of Percy being his hero that led him to believe he was more than just two years older than him and also a child. And yet who was the one to tell Nico the news about Bianca’s death? Percy. Nico had a right to be mad at Percy. But Percy never actually promised to protect her. Now, obviously, in the eyes of Nico, it was a promise which his in real life hero had made. Which is why Chiron is in the wrong for making Percy go and tell him. Bianca’s death? Either Zoë’s or Bianca herself’s fault. Nico’s reaction to said death? Strictly Chiron’s.

No. Percy’s reaction after being imprisoned was completely normal AND SO WAS NICO’S. If you put yourself in they’re shoes, either both of them were in the wrong or none of them. Nico didn’t know what Hades would do with Percy, but he STILL GAVE Percy to his father so he could learn more about his mother. Percy had every right to be angry. “Nico was a child!” So was Percy. Percy was also currently freaking out about the war. The war that was happening at that very moment. If what Nico did was fine, so was Percy’s reaction. Imagine this, a kid that you took on a huge prophecy for just so that they didn’t have to carry that burden just sold you out to their father who then took you to a prison cell with no air while you have to worry about your friends up in the real world because, oh, sorry, you’re in the the world of the dead. I THINK ID REACT THE SAME TOO. “But Nico was the one who got Percy out.” So? You’re saying just because the person who lost your trust and hastily got it back means that you’ve automatically forgiven them? Didn’t think so.

No. Percy WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO AGREED WITH HAZEL WHEN THEY WERE DEBATING WHETHER OR NOT TO SAVE HIM FROM THE JAR. People often times like to put Percy with Jason and Leo when they were debating saving him or not. Percy was right by Hazels side.

Now… this one has recently come to my attention, but people put the blame of Bob being left in Tartarus on Percy? I kid you not, I just saw someone say that it was Percy’s fault that Nico and Will were going to Tartarus. That was literally the post that made me write all of this. I’m not going to say any names but wow. How could you even think that when Percy was the FIRST to advocate himself to stay on Tartarus. Yes, when we first met Bob and found out what PAST Percy did to him, everyone was mad. But Percy showed CLEAR redemption for that. I’m not quite sure what bob was asking, but it had something to do with his memories. Annabeth was quick enough to assure Bob to keep them as they were (not fully there) and yet Percy was the one who remembered back to when he himself lost his memories and told Bob that it was up to him to decide. I feel like that was one of the scenes that really stook out to me in that genre. Back on the topic of it being PERCY’S fault that Bob was stuck in Tartarus, Bob said it himself that even if Percy OR Annabeth stayed, they wouldn’t be strong enough to hold all of the monsters down. It literally HAD to be Bob the one that stayed. Not to mention that Percy quite literally broke down the second they got onto the elevator because his loyalty, yeah, remember how loyalty is his fatal flaw, was flaring up after leaving Bob there. It shows even more how much Nico stans automatically put the blame on Percy any time Nico has to go through something because 1. How would it be PERCY’S fault if it wasn’t even his fault that they fell?? If you want to put the blame on ONE of the people in Tartarus, the most you can say is that it was Annabeth’s fault since she was the reason they fell? I’m not lying when the person said SOLELY Percy’s name in the post that I am talking about when they put the blame on Bob.

There’s probably more, but like I’m too lazy to write anymore.

IMPORTANT!!!

Know that when I wrote this, it was never set out for ALL Nico stans.

When I wrote this, I took into consideration that there are ferocious Percy stans who act like Percy has never done any wrong. He has. But this post was just showing a couple of occasions where some Nico stans constantly put the blame on Percy when it was clearly not his fault.

#percy jackson #percy pjo #pjo #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #annabeth chase #percabeth #grover underwood #nico pjo #jason grace #nico stans #nico and percy #it was not Percy’s fault #he was a bitch in the heroes of Olympus though #not specifically towards Nico though #don’t come at me

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lablim64 · 16 days

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Another of that I made base of people I met in irl

This crusty dusty divot MOTHERFUCKING DEMON LIKE F@G-

I won't even gonna made a name I will tell what she did to me in irl for no damn reason after the story-

Name:kanya/karma (her nickname was karma)

Age: idk (can be 16-15 by now, she were like 14 when I met her)

Gender: a total bitch (ehem female-)

Ok now the story, and keep reading after the story because I'm not afraid to expose what she did that destroyed me for years-

Warning: mention of suicide

Story:

A bitch, by the name calling you probably guess how she were, she used to be lim's best friend at the time when he were adopted by dragon (his missing step dad) and behind lim's death happened, they were met on the playground, she were crying and he were so kind to help, kanya were had a horrible household, her parents were not believing her and her brother were abusive, there was the point where she wanted to commit suicide but luckily lim saved her from it, he always met her there and help her, telling her one day everything will be ok and always gave her spare food and heals her bruises till one day her life became better, her brother left the house and her parents got divorced and now she's living in a good family, lim were happy to help her and keep on helping her, bit something start to felt off, kanya start becoming so odd, she start getting too personal and jealous when lim mentions someone else as a friend, start to ignore and being narcissistic to lim's vents and always blaming herself for everything to get his attention, lim being too young and not so educated enough though maybe it was because of her past until one day lim got into an accident and had to stay in the hospital for weeks, he were almost died on that accident but there were no words from anyone about it, after lim got out from the hospital and met up with kanya, she tolded him that he missed her birthday and that made lim sad, he apologize and explain the situation he was as on, and that mf start arguing with lim, calling him a pick-me, an egoist, a liar, she literally yelled at him and call him names for being in the hospital during her birthday, that broke lim a lot, they were friends for way way long, he saved her life, helped her and this is the thank he gets? No way..after that day they never seen each other again, lim become so indoors and depressed about what happened, keep on blaming himself for helping her and saving her life, and the worst part is he never able to forget about that memory, keep on saying "I wish I let you committed.." Everytime he remembers her words, tbh he's right tho, what an asshole, and you know a worst part, that girl is now knowing where lim currently is and doesn't seem to have any regrets from the past.

That's all

now you might be wondering "but hey, boy, what did that girl did to you in the past that you hate her that much?" Well here's what he did:

WARNING: mention of suicide and life baiting

Almostly same with the story, she we're nicknamed karma, we met and I helped her the most, she were my best friend, save her from suicide multiple times, yet me being an idiot and a human pleaser stuck with her narcissistic ass for 3 years, and one day at the covid times I got my second flu shot and it side effected, I were burning and so dizzy that my parents take me to the hospital even the doctors told me that if I were not make it there, I might die, anyway when I get back home that asshole texted me saying that I forgot her birthday and I apologize for it and explain what happened, like I thought she would care ugh..she called me names and stuff I still cannot forgot, literally make me wanna commit suicide for stopping her from committing suicide, she ruined my life that I didn't get myself together and still are, she were my everything, I saved her life and this is the thanks I get? I wish she were committed, don't even come to me saying "but boy, life baiting is horrible!" I KNOW BUT DUDE! she really were a waste of life...you know how much I wanted to commit after what she did? I also don't like life baiting but this feeling won't leaving me alone!

Important note: don't life bait people, I also don't wanted to but I'm just so angry at her..

Anyway see you on another post,sorry for what you had to hear-

#incredibox #orin ayo #breakthrough #tragibox #incredibox breakthrough #incredibox e.v.a.c.u.a.t.e #incredibox orin ayo #incredibox fanart #incredibox oc #wekiddy

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mariana-oconnor · 1 year

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The Boscombe Valley Mystery pt 3

So, we're looking for a man with a limp and a blunt pen knife... Surely there can't be many of them in the countryside!

"Look here, Watson," he said when the cloth was cleared "just sit down in this chair and let me preach to you for a little. I don't know quite what to do, and I should value your advice. Light a cigar and let me expound."

Just sit there and let me talk at you, Watson. There's a good chap.

Odd to see Holmes actually asking for advice, though. Usually he only does this to try to get Watson to work through his method and come to the right conclusion - at least that we've seen so far. And he stated at the end of the last section that he had the solution. So what does he need advice for? Does he think that the murderer should go free again?

Or is the murderer the guy who is dying?

Clearly James McCarthy, Ken extraordinaire, shouldn't be hanged for a crime he didn't commit, though. And if the man is already dying then is the death penalty really a penalty to him?

"One was the fact that his father should, according to his account, cry 'Cooee!' before seeing him. The other was his singular dying reference to a rat."

Ah yes, my theory did not explain the rat.

Hmmmmmm...

"But 'Cooee' is a distinctly Australian cry, and one which is used between Australians. There is a strong presumption that the person whom McCarthy expected to meet him at Boscombe Pool was someone who had been in Australia."

Check.

This is a map of the Colony of Victoria," he said. "I wired to Bristol for it last night." He put his hand over part of the map. "What do you read?" "ARAT," I read. "And now?" He raised his hand. "BALLARAT."

Aha, a place name... now I read it, I do remember that... unless I'm remembering something from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Yeah, I think they go to Ballarat in that.

But, more importantly, my theory is still valid and has yet to be disproved.

Less likely it's Turner, though, because why would he specify Ballarat when the son knows Mr Turner well?

"By an examination of the ground I gained the trifling details which I gave to that imbecile Lestrade, as to the personality of the criminal."

OK, now that's just mean. This story is giving me whiplash about his and Lestrade's relationship. Are they friends or do they hate each other? Although with Holmes, calling someone an imbecile might not even be an insult. But it does seem particularly insulting here.

"Holmes," I said, "you have drawn a net round this man from which he cannot escape, and you have saved an innocent human life as truly as if you had cut the cord which was hanging him. I see the direction in which all this points. The culprit is—" "Mr John Turner," cried the hotel waiter, opening the door of our sitting-room, and ushering in a visitor.

I mean, I'd argue that all Holmes' evidence is circumstantial and couldn't stand up in court. There could be any number of people in the country that smoke cigars with a holder, haven't sharpened their pen knife in a while and who had a limp on that particular day. And the reference to Ballarat doesn't even have to be the name of the murderer. The guy was struck from behind. Are we even sure he saw his murderer? We need more than that.

But mostly I quoted this bit because I love the dramatic cut with Watson about to say the name and then DUN DUN DUUUUUN the person the audience must assume the evidence points to is right here! It's very cinematic, not that that would have been a thing at the time. But it seems very cinematic now.

"I am a dying man," said old Turner. "I have had diabetes for years. My doctor says it is a question whether I shall live a month. Yet I would rather die under my own roof than in a jail."

OK, fine, so it was Turner. The old woman was innocent.

Still think she was up to no good, though.

It's really jarring to see diabetes here as a definite death sentence, even though I know that before insulin, and then synthetic insulin, it essentially was. It's just... We're all so used to the use of insulin that it feels strange to see it written about like death is a certain thing. I don't think about my friends who have diabetes as being particularly sick, because they have the tools to manage their condition.

I looked up the timeline of insulin and it was first manufactured in 1922 and it was the 1923 Nobel Prize for Medicine that was awarded for the discovery of its use. Synthetic insulin didn't come around until the 60s. At the time of this story the only treatments were diet and exercise. I assume, because of his age, he has type 2 diabetes, not type 1. Either way, it's strange thinking how far medicine has come in just over 100 years.

(Of course, access to insulin is another thing entirely... I'm over here in the UK with free healthcare and cheap medicine, so there's that.)

"I was a young chap then, hot-blooded and reckless, ready to turn my hand at anything; I got among bad companions, took to drink, had no luck with my claim, took to the bush, and in a word became what you would call over here a highway robber. There were six of us, and we had a wild, free life of it, sticking up a station from time to time, or stopping the wagons on the road to the diggings. Black Jack of Ballarat was the name I went under, and our party is still remembered in the colony as the Ballarat Gang."

I'm not feeling particularly sympathetic for Mr Turner so far. 'Oh, I got in with bad companions and I was drunk.' This does seem a little bit like you're making excuses for your choices. And then the end of this little description doesn't exactly scream 'remorseful'.

"There were six troopers and six of us, so it was a close thing, but we emptied four of their saddles at the first volley."

Yeah... that's still murder, my dude.

"There I parted from my old pals and determined to settle down to a quiet and respectable life. I bought this estate, which chanced to be in the market, and I set myself to do a little good with my money, to make up for the way in which I had earned it."

I mean, great. But still... from your story it sounds like you killed a lot of people before him and then went on to live a comfortable life with the money you stole from them. I mean... it is all a little 'kill the billionaires' with the gold and stuff, but that was only one of the highway robberies you committed. And it seems like that was the Big Score, so before that you were just robbing and killing anyone who looked like they might have something you wanted?

So glad you chose to turn over a new leaf. Very happy that you were aiming for a redemption arc. I'm just not sure that murdering a man, even if he is a blackmailer, is the best sort of redemption arc to have.

"But there I was firm. I would not have his cursed stock mixed with mine; not that I had any dislike to the lad, but his blood was in him, and that was enough."

And that's all a bit mean to poor James, and a little bit eugenicist. It's not James's fault his father was a blackmailer. And if you believe in that sort of genetic predisposition, then what does it say about Alice being your daughter, given the crimes you committed? Murderers in glass houses, you know...

"He was urging his son to marry my daughter with as little regard for what she might think as if she were a slut from off the streets."

See, this is what I meant when I said the conversation could definitely have been relevant to the murder. Because clearly it was.

"Well, it is not for me to judge you," said Holmes as the old man signed the statement which had been drawn out. "I pray that we may never be exposed to such a temptation."

Can you judge him just a little bit for being hypocritical? Just a little bit?

"...if McCarthy is condemned I shall be forced to use it. If not, it shall never be seen by mortal eye; and your secret, whether you be alive or dead, shall be safe with us."

Holmes really doesn't like blackmailers. That's fair. And he clearly believes in second chances. I'm still a bit struck by how Mr Turner started off his entire story by refusing to acknowledge his own culpability in things. Sure, he says he tried to make up for it by doing a 'little good', but this is such a weird story.

On the one hand, yes, second chances are important and Mr Turner does appear to have made the most of his.

On the other hand, he doesn't seem to have taken responsibility for his actions and he went on to live happily with the money he got by killing people.

And also he's like 'Alice is perfect' but 'James is cursed'...

Eh... I'm not sure he deserves to get off for this one. Mr McCarthy was a terrible person, but the thing he was blackmailing Mr Turner about was literal murder. Multiple counts of it. But then I don't agree with the death penalty at all.

I just... this is weird. I am in a quandary. From a purely fictional perceptive, good for him killing McCarthy, who seems to have been terrible and good for him for turning his back on his life of crime and becoming a better person. Which is what we really want from the justice system, tbf. So I guess I'm talking myself into being on his side.

I just... I'm not fully on his side. I just can't quite commit to it. Guy says he was trying to make up for how he earned his money, but it just doesn't quite ring true to me.

"Why does fate play such tricks with poor, helpless worms? I never hear of such a case as this that I do not think of Baxter's words, and say, 'There, but for the grace of God, goes Sherlock Holmes.'"

What the fuck kind of dark secrets lurk in Holmes' past that he thinks he could be blackmailed about? Has Holmes murdered people? Seriously... there's a direct comparison here between a man who confessed to being in a highway gang that robbed and killed people and Holmes, made by Holmes himself. 👀

James McCarthy was acquitted at the Assizes on the strength of a number of objections which had been drawn out by Holmes and submitted to the defending counsel. Old Turner lived for seven months after our interview, but he is now dead; and there is every prospect that the son and daughter may come to live happily together in ignorance of the black cloud which rests upon their past.

Oh, a happy ending! James and Alice are happy together, in spite of the fact that Turner really didn't want that to happen (ha!). BUT, Watson... Watson... You have once again published the secret thing for all the world to read. Watson, they might read this. Watson?

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Boscombe Valley Mystery #long post

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shikadainara · 2 years

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I never asked who are your favorite Naruto characters & why ? My favorites are:

1.)Kakashi (I loved him first. He was the first character I liked)

2.) Rock Lee & Might Guy (A sweetheart he deserved much more than the show gave him). I even watched Rock Lee & His Ninja Friends. I put them together because I love them. They truly made the show hilarious.

3.) Jiraiya (Oh do I miss you toad sage. :( Out of all the deaths on the show this upsets me the most).

4.) Tsunade (She is such a bad bitch. I love her).

5.) Temari (Love her as well. She has major boss bitch energy).

BONUS: Minato (Oh I love him. He is a sweetheart. Also the storyline with him and Kushina is one of the rare things Kishimoto done correctly).

Now on to the juicy stuff which Naruto characters do you hate the most & why ?

1.) Danzo (I really can’t stand this bitch. He is the root of a lot. IF THE THIRD HOKAGE DID HIS JOB THEY WOULDN’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIS ASS).

2.) Kabuto (What was his purpose ? So annoying)

3.) Sakura (I’m so iffy with her she has her ups and downs, but for me the negative outweigh the good. I’m very up and down with her).

4.) Sasuke (This bitch. ALOT OF THE PROBLEMS WAS BECAUSE OF HIM. He was so aggravating when going on his vengeance spree causing people trouble for what ? If anything Naruto should be the one whose evil the lead village needs their ass whoop for what they did to him).

5.) I don’t remember his name ,but the man in the early part of the series who threw a mask at Naruto when he asked about it. Can go rot in fucking hell. Naruto didn’t deserve that.

BONUS: To be honest I don’t really hate Sakura & Sasuke they just get in my damn nerves. BUT DANZO CAN ROT IN HELL. -🦑

I’m so sorry for this long post I just love your rants.

that's ok np feel free to keep sending whatever thoughts you have i love hearing them! and unfortunately, naruto is a permanent part of my very being so for the rest of my life i will always be able to discuss naruto at the drop of a hat 😂

if you want my thoughts on ST i mean that's kinda what this entire blog is about, maybe i can make a separate post later on trying to articulate what they mean to me but i think that would be hard to write in a concise way (also should go without saying but the rest of t10/sand sibs. love them too)

so to ramble about some other characters that i love:

ANKO!! i love her soooo damn much. she was genuinely... the first favorite character i ever had. when i was watching naruto as a young child, everything about her absolutely enthralled me. as someone with undiagnosed adhd that severely hindered my life when i became an adult, i think in hindsight it's very.... oh. it is incredibly bizarre for me to think that all of this time, 17 years later...... i STILL cannot think of another character that's an adult woman that lets herself be unabashedly hyperactive???

i don't think i can articulate enough just how much i think the scene where she tries to sacrifice herself to take down orochimaru (with the very jutsu that they taught her in the first place!!) left such an impact on my young psyche. at the time, i... never saw something quite like that in media, and to this day it still makes me feel like "OH!!!"

i adoreee how she got her own filler arc where she's so burdened by the curse mark, but works through her lost memories and comes to terms with how she wasn't abandoned. she chose to left on her own. the rest of the arc fucking sucks but it was framed as such an incredible moment of what it means to have agency over your own life, no matter how horrible of an upbringing you had. it's a shame the anime/manga did absolutely nothing with her after this because i have. SO MANY THOUGHTS.

this is an INCREDIBLY unpopular opinion, but i actually adore kabuto to bits. i usually don't care for villain characters one way or the other, but kabuto is just so fucking funny in everything he does that i think he's hilarious. the way he plays along with being orochimaru's doting underling but also very obviously has his own agenda and orochimaru knows that too LOL. it's comedy gold that naruto doesn't even find out until two entire arcs later "WAIT..... YOU LIED TO ME!??!?"

like. i'm not going to excuse his actions. but his tragic backstory does really, really get to me. of course every goddamn character has a tragic backstory in this series but everything about his in particular strikes me as super fucked up. like the whole "he was setup into killing his foster mother" is fucked up enough in and of itself, but on top of that the way it's presented that he has no fucking clue what his own identity is and tries to constantly completely reinvent himself over and over again at all costs... it's super compelling stuff, that's the kind of storytelling i vibe with. all he knows is a name and a pair of glasses: two things the orphanage gifted him. (... it's especially the fact that it's a pair of glasses that gets to me ummm please know that i am very weak to glasses characters <3)

plus without him, we wouldn't have either ninja info cards or the gif of him swatting away bees. who is doing it like him hashtag #iconic

as you can probably infer from 1) glasses and 2) even if i have zero thoughts on orochimaru themself, i am incredibly fascinated by the way they affect other characters... yes, i also really like karin. i don't have many actual thoughts about her i just think she's neat

to finish it off with one more. well, naruto himself. i have MANYYY complicated, conflicting thoughts about him. (he sure did grow up to a hypocrite!) but... he's still naruto. there's no other character on the planet that conveys quite the same feeling that naruto instills in me. please know about me that i alwayssss fall for the trope where all of the characters pin their hopes and dreams on believing in the charismatic protagonist. this is a feeling i have that is independent from if i think the protagonist is well-written LOL. like... do you remember the two page spread during the war that was just the footprints of the allied shinobi forces that the left behind in the mud as the rain clears, all running forward because they believe in naruto. that's. that's good i like that

this post is long enough but let me just say that UHH i agree fuck danzo <3

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strawberrywater-poptarts · 2 years

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I used to be the person who had those crazy nice dreams, so allow me to tell you all a little tale of what happened during one of them

⚠️TW!! Suicide and murder mentions⚠️

This one is by far one of my most praised memories of a dream despite what it says about my mental state. It really is a fond memory and i miss it a whole lot.

Around june ou july 2020 i had a dream about a guy

We were happily planning for our marriage while having the cutest date and he was just the sweetest. Walked by my side at all times, gave me the warmest smiles that made me feel fuzzy and was overall such a nice person, being kind to everyone even if they saw him as a monster. Genuinely one of the most loving and caring men i have ever seen in my whole entire life.

One thing i do remember vividly about that dream is that he had some sort of curse or just genetic thing that could turn him into a beast, wich made many people see him as a dangerous monster, even if he was the most chill out of everyone else. I simply did not care about that "curse" of his. I knew who he really was and to me that was all that mattered. And to most people it didn't either, but some took him as a threat.

During the date a mentioned earlier we decided to go see a movie (i can't quite recall whether it was a movie theater or just a regular one). However, when the movie started something on screen triggered him and that beast took front, he was clearly distressed and battling himself to keep calm, so i started reassuring him that everything was ok and he was going to be fine. I managed to almost get through him, and he was calming down quite a bit, until...

Someone fucking shot him.

Someone in the back roll

Set this up

Just to kill him.

I was completly devastaded, crying so much i was sobbing over his dead body, while people told to get out.

No one did any anything

They just let him die

I do not remember most of what happened after that, but at some point i did start creating memories from this dream again.

I distinctly remember being sat by a tiny beach areas wich was kind of like a playground. I was sitting there pondering on killing myself so that maybe i would be able to cross the line to the other side and meet up with him so that we could be together forever, just wondering what we could've experienced together if he was still alive and well. If people weren't so cruel.

But there was a girl constantly nagging me when i was clearly having a bad time. She just really didn't give a damn if i was mourning his death, she just kept pulling me towards the water.

And then she made and offer

She said i didn't have to off myself just to see him and that she could just take there with ease

Of course i got skeptical, but was there any other choice at this point?

I gadly agreed and we set our way to the other side.

When we did get there, it was such a pretty place. I Remember a few stained glass with golden details and the beautiful blue sky above us since there was no roof when we got there.

And there he was

Leading an orchestra with that big, sweet smile of his.

I ran up to him as fast as i could and hugged him, relieved i could finally see him again. Relieved that we could be together forever and above all relieved that he seemed well.

He seemed very surprised to see me there and looked at me in awe for a couple seconds before gently grabbing my face and saying:

"Oh dear, i'm sorry but... you shouldn't be here just yet"

Then whispering something in my ear that i did not manage to hear. That's when i woke up.

To this day i miss so much it aches sometimes and i don't think someone will ever be like him

I cannot recall his name correctly nor any of his features, but i do believe it was something along the lines of Jean or Dean.

I would give up so many things just to be able to see him, it makes me look stupid.

#dream report

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Alright class yall get to listen to me infodump about some of my ocs because someone needs to know them

Let’s start with a personal favorite, Damien

Damien is just a silly little very stoic guy who is definitely autistic but passes well. He also kills and eats people. Not for fun. Not really. His first kill was a coworker, whose name I cannot be bothered to remember. He killed him due to the fact that he was gonna do some bad things to Regina, who will be talked about in a bit. After that he’s forced to eat dead guy by his employer who is also Regina’s mother and a bitch. Throughout his story he becomes more and more numb to the things he’s doing to the point where he finds some sort of comfort from it.

Next is Regina, who never deserves anything bad to happen to her but because all my trauma is forced onto my characters she gets the ✨horrors✨. She was the one before that was being treated bad by the now dead guy, and is Damien’s main responsibility as a butler. She’s 6, has negligent parents who forget about her all the time and can’t even remember her name, and has a teacher who abuses her. Regina also has a crush on Damien that is really only formed because he is the only person in her life who is really there for her. (I do not ship Damien and Regina. No one should ship Damien and Regina. There is a nine year age difference, 15 and 6.) Regina is what is known as a ‘mature for their age’ aka just fucking traumatized, and it’s understandable due to the fact that she is an accessory to murder and also a cannibal without her consent.

Amelia is the bitch mother mentioned earlier, and also Damien’s employer. She’s forgetful as fuck, especially with names. Since the murder of the other housekeeper she has become a heavy drinker. Her and her husband are very wealthy (not sure how) and they spend most of their time away on trips, which is where she first tried human meat and why she suggested cooking Arnold (that’s his fucking name!).

Onto some different characters with less sad stories to them:)

Let’s start with Issac, who is very dear to me and I based him off the vibes I get from ranfren. He doesn’t use his emotions outwardly a lot unless it’s to get what he wants, and he likes to find bad people and torture them because hey, why not. But then he met his wonderful girlfriend and he is so fucking good to her I cannot stress that enough. He fucking loves Hanna with all his heart and is not afraid to show it. When they first met and were planning out a date he protected her from her slightly abusive ex by bashing his head with a crowbar (he lived). Sadly that’s all I’ve got for his story so far.

Now let’s talk about Hanna, his wonderful girlfriend who is amazing. She is the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, and no one knows why she fell for Issac but her and me. She’s clumsy, cheerful, a horrible cook, a wonderful artist, and likes to be outside in nature. She met Issac walking to work one day and decided to call in sick so she could shoot her shot. More than a little oblivious to social cues she didn’t notice that he was annoyed by her at first, but she didn’t miss it when Issac gave her his number. Now they live happily ever after and Issac still does his incredibly illegal activities but it’s ok because Hanna finds his sense of justice charming.

But anyways yeah that's my infodump for today. Soon yall can get some art for Damien and Regina and maybe one day I'll draw Issac and Hanna. One day.

#ocs #original characters #my characters #writing #I love all my little guys #I hope y'all do too #they all have terrible qualities #except Hanna and regina #regina is a victim #Hanna is just sunshine incarnite #I guess I should stop now

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elby-and-a-blog · 4 months

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Inconsistencies in the Bible: A Reflection

“Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.” — Exodus 20:8 “One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.” — Romans 14:5

This is about the Law. Christianity argues that in Jesus' crucifixion, the law is fulfilled. Therefore, ceremonial laws are not required (but ok to practice). This passage in Romans is addressing Jewish and Non-Jewish Christians having their own superiority complexes. Paul is telling them to shut up about what days they consider special because the important thing is to focus on Jesus Christ's salvation, the common denominator between the two.

“… the earth abideth for ever.” — Ecclesiastes 1:4 “… the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up.” — 2Peter 3:10

“… I have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved.” — Genesis 32:30 “No man hath seen God at any time…”– John 1:18

It is plainly given us to understand here, that while we are in this mortal state, we see God only through the medium of certain images, not, in the reality of His own nature. A soul influenced by the grace of the Spirit may see God through certain figures, but cannot penetrate into his absolute essence. And hence it is that Jacob, who testifies that he saw God, saw nothing butan Angel: and that Moses, who talked with God face to face, says, Show me Your way, that Imay know You: meaning that he ardently desired to see in the brightness of His own infinite Nature, Him Whom he had only as yet seen reflected in images. If however any, while inhabiting this corruptible flesh, can advance to such an immeasurable height of virtue, as to be able to discern by the contemplative vision, the eternal brightness of God, their case affects not what we say. For whoever sees wisdom, that is, God, is dead wholly to this life, being no longer occupied bythe love of it. Some hold that in the place of bliss, Godis visible in His brightness, but not in His nature. This is to indulge in over much subtlety. Forin that simple and unchangeable essence, no division can be made between the nature and the brightness. Some however there are who conceive that not even the Angels see God. (Gregory the Dialogist, c. 604)

“… Thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through the fire to Molech, neither shalt thou profane the name of thy God…” — Leviticus 18:21 [In Judges, though, the tale of Jephthah, who led the Israelites against the Ammonoites, is being told. Being fearful of defeat, this good religious man sought to guarantee victory by getting god firmly on his side. So he prayed to god] “… If thou shalt without fail deliver the children of Ammon into mine hands, Then it shall be, that whatsoever cometh forth of the doors of my house to meet me, when I return in peace from the children of Ammon, shall surely be the LORD’s, and I will offer it up for a burnt offering” — Judges 11:30-31 [The terms were acceptable to god — remember, he is supposed to be omniscient and know the future — so he gave victory to Jephthah, and the first whatsoever that greeted him upon his glorious return was his daughter, as god surely knew would happen, if god is god. True to his vow, the general made a human sacrifice of his only child to god!] — Judges 11:29-34

Missed the point of the story; the act itself is wrong, and God allowed Jephthah in the same way you allow someone else to do something you know is very, very stupid. The point is to teach the Israelites not to make rash vows. This is echoed in the Sermon on the Mount. Also, Judges is all about people being not the best. This helps illustrate that. Note that it is never stated that God was happy with this arrangement.

“… with God all things are possible.” — Matthew 19:26 “…The LORD was with Judah; and he drave out the inhabitants of the mountain; but could not drive out the inhabitants of the valley, because they had chariots of iron.” — Judges 1:19

Ambiguity in the pronouns -- are you SURE the he in here refers to God, and not Judah?

“…thou shalt give life for life, Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot. burning for burning, wound for wound, stripe for stripe. ” — Exodus 21:23-25 “…ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on the right cheek, turn to him the other also.” — Matthew 5:39

Jesus literally quotes Exodus a few verses before Matthew 5:39. What he's doing here is expanding the law; because we can't be sure if our enemy is truly as depraved as you think we are, and also we don't live in a theocracy anymore, so the law is expanded, so we don't falsely accuse others and acquit blood on OUR hands as well.

“This is my covenant, which ye shall keep, between me and you and thy seed after thee; Every man child among you shall be circumcised.” — Genesis 17:10 “…if ye be circumcised, Christ shall profit you nothing.” — Galatians 5:2

Okay, so this is an interesting point. Paul himself seems to oscillate between circumcision not mattering and circumcision being bad, but both are fueled by the same principle: Physical circumcision means nothing if your Heart (symbolic) isn't circumcised (given to God). In Galatians he condemns the practice, seemingly because people wee flaunting it as a sign of being more holy.

“Cursed be he that lieth with his sister, the daughter of his father, or the daughter of this mother…” — Deuteronomy 27:22 “And if a man shall take his sister, his father’s daughter, or his mother’s daughter…it is a wicked thing….” — Leviticus 20:17 [But what was god’s reaction to Abraham, who married his sister — his father’s daughter?] See Genesis 20:11-12 “And God said unto Abraham, As for Sara thy wife…I bless her, and give thee a son also of her…” — Genesis 17:15-16

Genesis… takes place before Leviticus and Deuteronomy. I feel like y'all have no time sense. Okay, jokes aside, this is a good question. If God were consistent, why does he ban incest in one text, and then just not care on the other? I've heard that it was because He knew that inbreeding would cause actual problems by the time of Exodus, but before then, people had to do it to populate, so therefore it didn't matter.

“A good man obtaineth favour of the LORD…” — Proverbs 12:2 Now consider the case of Job. After commissioning Satan to ruin Job financially and to slaughter his shepherds and children to win a petty bet with Satan. God asked Satan: “Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? and still he holdeth fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to destroy him without cause.” — Job 2:3

Actually, Job was literally a response against sayings like "your sin made you sick" and stuff like that. It's saying that you can't victim-blame people for their suffering. Does that make Proverbs wrong? No??? Favour can come in many forms, not just material wealth. Also, it is to note here that Satan may not even be the Devil as we know him; that concept only exists in Christianity. For all we now, Ha-Satan, the Accuser, is a prosecutor charged with obtaining evidence for his case against Job. If he were the devil… now that makes it spicy. I currently cannot respond to that. I concede.

“Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart…” — Ecclesiastes 9:7 “…they that rejoice, as though they rejoiced not…” — 1 Corinthians 7:30

Okay, so these are different responses to the fact that this world is vanity. One response is to enjoy it while it lasts, trusting God. The other is to behave stoically, trusting God. I suppose the emphasis here is in trusting God, and not eating/not rejoicing.

“The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father…” — Ezekiel 18:20 “I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation…” — Exodus 20:5

Ooooh this is actually hard. Not to help that Ezekiel 18:20 is literally a response to "wait, doesn't the child bear the sin of their parents!?"

“Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man.” — James 1:13 “And it came to pass after these things, that God did tempt Abraham…” — Genesis 22:1

The word used for "tempt" in James 1 is "πειράζομαι". The word in Septuagint's Genesis 22 is "ἐπείραζεν"-- They're actually different forms of each other! So how do we explain James contradicting even the Greek version of Genesis? Well, Augustine of Hippo explains It as thus (emphasis mine): 'It is often asked how this can be true when James says in his letter that God does not tempt anyone (Jas. 1:13). The answer is that the language of Scripture often uses the word “tempt” with the meaning of “prove.” Instead, the temptation spoken of by James is understood only as referring to that by which one falls into the nets of sin. That is why the Apostle says: lest the tempter should tempt you (1 Thess. 3:5). For it is written elsewhere: The Lord your God tempts you to know if you love him (Deut. 13:3). Naturally, this expression says: to know, as if it were said: “to make you know”, because the power of love itself is hidden from man, if God does not make it known through a test of his. [Augustine of Hippo, Question on Genesis, PL 34, Question 57]'.

“Honor thy father and thy mother…”– Exodus 20:12 “If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple. ” — Luke 14:26

This is emphasizing that you honor God, even when your family objects to your belief, as it is in a dialogue about not being afraid of persecutions. Jesus condemns his contemporaries for giving tithes instead of taking care of their parents as well, and Paul literally anathematizes those who abandon their family without cause.

“…he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. ” — Job 7:9 “…the hour is coming, in which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth….” — John 5:28-29

Job is expressing his despair, not theologizing important truths. Literally right above we know that Job was not treated well. So with that in mind, maybe him complaining about life is not out of the ordinary? On the other hand, Jesus is actually theologizing about the end of the world. So basically this is someone complaining that science is useless vs an entire essay about why science is useful both mentioned in a scientific journal.

“Verily I say unto you, There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of man coming in his kingdom. ” — Matthew 16:28 “Verily I say unto you, This generation shall not pass away, till all be fulfilled. Heaven and earth shall pass away: but my words shall not pass away. ” — Luke 21:32-33 “And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light.” — Romans 13:11-12 “Be ye also patient; establish your hearts: for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh.” — James 5:8 “Little children, it is the last time: and as ye have heard that antichrist shall come, even now are there many antichrists; whereby we know that it is the last time.” — 1 John 2:18 “But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer.” — 1 Peter 4:7 These words were written between 1800 and 1900 years ago and were meant to warn and prepare the first Christians for the immediate end of the world. Some words are those supposedly straight out of the mouth of the “Son of God.” The world did not end 1800 or 1900 years ago. All that generation passed away without any of the things foretold coming to pass. No amount of prayer brought it about; nor ever so much patience and belief and sober living. The world went on, as usual, indifferent to the spoutings of yet another batch of doomsday prophets with visions of messiahs dancing in their deluded brains. The world, by surviving, makes the above passages contradictions.

Hey. Pssst. 2 Peter 3 exists:

"This is now the second letter that I am writing to you, beloved. In both of them gI am stirring up your sincere mind by way of reminder, 2 that you should remember the predictions of ithe holy prophets and the commandment of the Lord and Savior through your apostles, 3 knowing this first of all, that scoffers will come in the last days with scoffing, following their own sinful desires. 4 They will say, “Where is the promise of his coming? For ever since the fathers fell asleep, all things are continuing as they were from the beginning of creation.” 5 For they deliberately overlook this fact, that the heavens existed long ago, and the earth nwas formed out of water and through water oby the word of God, 6 and that by means of these the world that then existed pwas deluged with water and perished. 7 But by the same word rthe heavens and earth that now exist are stored up for fire, being kept until the day of judgment and sdestruction of the ungodly. 8 But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. 9 The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise vas some count slowness, but is patient toward you,1 not wishing that any should perish, but ythat all should reach repentance. 10 But the day of the Lord will come like a thief, and then the heavens will pass away with a roar, and bthe heavenly bodies2 will be burned up and dissolved, and the earth and the works that are done on it will be exposed. 11 Since all these things are thus to be dissolved, what sort of people ought you to be in lives of holiness and godliness, 12 dwaiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God, because of which the heavens will be set on fire and dissolved, and ethe heavenly bodies will melt as they burn! 13 But according to his promise we are waiting for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells."

#atheism #christianity #bible #theology #I stayed up until 2 am to write this #because someone talked about inconsistencies in the bible #like come on #learn to interpret religious texts instead of being a literal fundamentalist #religion

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“ I tried to end my life on fentanyl last night after I had sex with a man who just did his thing and left. I might be pregnant. I died in Afghanistan as a soldier in the war and was reincarnated in this body as a Pisces , starseed, psychic. You have a warrior spirit and she has a fairy spirit” she says to my coworker and I in quick rambles.

“ I certainly don’t want you to kill yourself. Do you feel like that today?”

“ I feel really unstable. My husband was a sniper, he died. I meet Satan in the river valley and he asks me to banish people”

“ do you think medical help would be appropriate? We could arrange for that to keep you safe darling”

“ no”

“ ok can we maybe make a wellness plan to get through today”

She tells us she will visit an encampment and stay with her friend for the day, she needs sleep.

I counter with resources for crystal meth anonymous - a support group for people struggling with methamphetamine addiction, the methadone walk in clinic , smart recovery and access 24/7 for emergency mental health support.

We sit with her for awhile after being approached by security at the establishment I popped into to use the washroom.

Two women are working at a fast food chain and I approach them with an endearing look.

“ hi, would it be possible to get a small cup so we can do a pregnancy test with a client”

“ of course “

She rambles about multiple sexual partners and it’s evident that she’s engaging in sex work but perhaps not totally cognitively aware.

Her schizophrenia is untreated but we reach a positive outcome and she thanks us and begins telling security that she loves outreach workers and feels so much better. We feel confident that she is not currently suicidal but perhaps frustrated with a system which cannot properly support/ manage psychosis.

It was a heavy conversation that was difficult at times to stomach. When we get in the elevator to leave we both sigh . 1 floor down the doors open and a young indigenous man steps in and locks eyes with me.

“ I’m a bank manager at rbc I died. I’m dead right now. 4 people let me die. I work at the bank. “

“ everything is ok. My name is Brett and we are outreach workers. We are in the elevator right now.”

“ we are in space I am dead.”

He looks at me with suspicion and quickly presses a button to get off.

“ Jesus Christ. I did not expect schizophrenia times two. I think being in the elevator with someone in psychosis just hits different ”. I say.

We exit and start walking towards the train but a young white man stops us and asks if we have any foil.

“ no sorry,we are overdose response we just have medical supplies love, do you know where to get harm reduction?”

I notice his hand as I’m speaking and offer wound care.

“ I’m a zombie. I’m not really sure why my hand keeps getting bigger and the skin is coming off. I’m probably a zombie. Do you guys have magic and maybe it will all go away.”

“ babe I think you have an infection and need to see a doctor right away. See how there’s a lot of redness around your wrists going up your arm. That’s not good news. “

He starts rambling nonsense and it’s evident he’s in a full psychosis .

The infection looks like flesh eating disease and the thumb is bigger than my hand it seems. I’ve not seen anything like that. Most of the skin is either freshly pink or necrotic black.

Security guards come and I flash my badge hoping they’ll just go away.

“ are you guys outreach workers? Everything ok here”

I can see the man become incredibly fearful and paranoid so we give security thumbs up and kind of brush them off and simultaneously try to persuade and distract the man.

They walk off and he looks down at his own backpack and seems terrified.

“ they’ve planted something in there . You’ve got to get out of here”

“ everything’s ok, that’s your backpack and all the stuff we just gave you for your wound is in there with the snacks remember”

“ get out of here “ he says in distress and then kicks his backpack across the parking lot before running off.

Three for three.

“ what the hell just happened” my coworker asks.

I don’t answer. It’s rhetorical.

We find 8 more kids in crisis in the pedway. One says a cop kicked his face in and he’s covered in blood. I know him as Gemini , he’s schizophrenic too.

Two more teenagers approach us and they are filthy. They’ve likely been wearing the same clothes for a month.

“ do you have chocolate”

Yes - we offer

“ I don’t like that kind”

We offer a different a snack and they say they don’t like that either.

“ do you have any gummies” the girl asks

We do actually, we pass them to her

She looks at the candy and says ew

Do you have socks?

Yes, I pass her a pair of white and she asks for black, I give her black and she doesn’t want those either. They aren’t mentally there with us at all. It’s incredibly frustrating and we leave without giving them anything.

“ get me the fuck out of here” I say.

At the next station I run into a guy I helped get iv antibiotics when someone tried to inject him with meth and missed a vein. He’s had to wear a compression glove for three months since. His friend is injecting p2p meth and is so sketchy it’s uncomfortable. He twitches and flails and cannot form full sentences. “ eat some food bro and drink some water ok. You gotta sleep”

He can’t even reply. He opens a side door at the station and reveals 17 more teenagers sitting on the steps with little crumpled foil and some with no shoes, lice in their hair and dirty bandages. We are trying to serve them all with hygiene, clothing and narcan and food. There isn’t enough in our backpacks to go around. We tell them another team will be around and leave to clear the station. We have only personal supplies for overdose response and medical emergencies but nothing to hand out. We find two more people in complete psychosis and it doesn’t feel safe to hang around so we leave. The vibe is off today.

On the platform I find an elderly man who’s dope sick and can barely speak and try to help him navigate finding carry offs or safe supply alternatives to fend off the sickness. I give a young couple syringes, vials of narcan and medical gloves and apologize that we’re out of kits. It’s the best I can do.

The peace officers stop to say hi and ask how our day is going. “ not great man, I think there’s a bad batch of drugs going around. “

“ you could say that again” he replies in disbelief. It’s always crazy out here, but not quite this intense.

At another station we find a puddle of blood and when we turn the corner there’s a gang beef and we leave immediately.

Later in the day we find a more relaxed environment but … not a significant change. Everyone is in crisis. My client tells me he relapsed today after 7 weeks of sobriety and I insist he takes narcan. I find the soldier who fought in irac with the physical disability and severe addiction to opioids. I can tell he’s in pain and we share stories about New Brunswick and gagetown. He hasn’t eaten in a few days so I hook him up with extra food. “ god bless you angel” he says.

Another regular opens up about how her brother died on fent and how she wished we had of been there to save him. “ you girls save a lot of people, I wish my brother had you girls” she’s trying not to cry while she lights the foil. All her teeth are rotten and she’s frail.

Another tells me she was raped in her tent and asks for support for shelter- they are all full. My heart breaks for her. We talk for a long time and I try and convince her to sleep for a bit and stop picking at her skin. We do an assessment on her xylazine wounds which have finally managed to close up. It’s progress.

She has no shoes and I promise her I’ll get her a size 11 sneaker and give her some fresh socks and wipes in the meantime and educate on trench foot. She was diagnosed diabetic and cannot handle a bacterial infection like that.

She’s exhausted and dysregulated so it’s hard to communicate but I just hold space for her pain.

The number of people we’ve connected with today is unusually high and we witness several schizophrenic people in distress be arrested which is disheartening because they need medical care. They don’t understand what is happening.

I myself have to mentally check out after awhile.

A group of teens hot box the elevator with crack and fent and after they get off a mother and her young son attempt to get in. I let her know what’s happened in there and offer face masks for them. There isn’t much I can do.

Today was like the fucking Wild West and it felt overwhelming to try and serve people while constantly looking over our shoulder. The weather is only going to get worse. Everyone’s tents are destroyed. The shelters are full. We don’t even have food to hand out tomorrow , I’m worried.

There’s so many more people taking refuge in the trains now that the river valley encampment has been dismantled - these were people probably better served in their isolation , they are mentally very unstable and the exposure of public is taking its toll.

We can’t arrest our way out of this because mental illness isn’t a crime , at best it’s a handful of fines and misdemeanours but none of that helps at all.

Everything is getting much worse and everyone has an opinion about it but we are in it. Every day we are in it.

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madchild-dennis · 2 years

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Bumb***t

(apparently this is worst than saying FUCK to many Jamaicans)

Ok so, I was thinking about a conversation I had with my aunt. It was in 2019 about the Government & it's citizens with it's current structure.

We concluded that a fundamental thing needed to fix. For Years (whenever I think about it) I tried to figure HOWWW?

Then I just had an EPIPHANY. God gave me the answer RIGHT THERE...

Ok the conversation with my aunt:

Aunt: you know there was XYZ some years ago in Jamaica. And there was ZYX that brought so many jobs to MANY Jamaicans at one point too.

Me: really? 😲 So that still exist now?

Aunt: no

Me: 🤨 why not?

Aunt: It's not like the USA where the new Presient CANNOT easily shut down what the previous President set up for the country. In Jamaica, the new party once in power likes to completely obliterate what the previous government did. Including the good things that brought jobs, progressive or benefited the country. There's NOTHING there to stop it.

Me: what?

Aunt: yes!

Me: that needs to CHANGE...

Me (in my head): I need to figure out HOW to change that because that's FUCKERY. What they new government don't want comparisons or anything to make the opposition look good. At the EXPENSE OF THE CITIZENS. That's ridiculous. That's why Jamaica NEVER progressing. NOT TO MENTION the corruption.

I think I realize the old Grey men in parliament may be the 2/3 majority "whatever" votes the lawyer said I'd need to change such a constitutional thing as the HEAD of State. (Not a issue, God is already on that). The thing is I couldn't help but wonder if they are the reason such FUCKERY is going on for DECADES.

Then I remember seeing a post of one of them in response to the request for their position to have a "age-limit" & how he NEVER retiring or some shit like that.

As I said...

POWER LOVING & POWER HUNGRY people.

None of it is Changing with those men (& women) in power. All of them on BOTH SIDES.

Then put new people & still the same shit. Why? "Hustle" culture or the people who are corruptible or after they take the money for campaigns & WIN. Can't fight the problem. Because that's the ONLY way they made it in the position & the only way to stay cause they need/want the campaign money (or the side, untraceable ones).

So WHEN WILL THINGS GET BETTER!!!

There needs to be someone bipartisan & DONT GIVE A SHIT.

Those people, once they feel the power slipping through their fingers & someone with a lil $$$. Come who can KEEP THEM there. They taking that shit. Or they go seeking it. They're not thinking about if they benefit the people or JAMAICA. It's about their POCKETS ONLY.

So imagine if SOMEONE (who can) stops them from destroying GOOD things that benefit the citizens. If they changing anything, it's to improve it. Would that be so bad?

I'm NOT campaigning for NO DAMN POSITION.

That job is STRESSSS. MY 3 gray hairs have MULTIPLIED after 1 year. Imagine after getting that position. I'd be a sexy grey-headed young gyal. I mean a young grey-head Queen. Plus I can't just retire. It's for the rest of my FUCKING LIFE!!! No pause no breaks.

I just light up the timeline with my thoughts as a nobody & I get criticized. Imagine afterwards. How I stand, speak, sit, hold my child, name my child. EVERYTHING WILL BE CRITICIZED. My vacation won't be relaxing or freeing of the role. Even my home may not be a safe place to unwind because staff could make a $ on revealing how I live to the world, to then be criticized.

I'd have NO BREAK. BUT THANK GOD I DON'T CARE.

What you see; is what you get. Now & then. If you venture into my safe space & find what you're looking for.

Then SO BE IT!!!

YES I FART & I DIG OUT MY NOSE.

ANYWAY, all I can say:

I UNDERSTAND WHY God put me through ALL THAT. THEN MADE SURE I HAD TO MAKE IT PUBLIC!!!

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guqin-and-flute · 3 years

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The Most Public Private Meet-Cute [Episode 4]

NHS: hello everyone my name is nie huaisang

Background Person: hiii huaisaaang

NHS: and fun fact about me is that i grew up around lan xichen and i know exactly what his type is

NHS: ON A COMPLETELY UNRELATED NOTE here is my dear and very single friend who desperately needs love and affection and probably a hug meng yao

MY: oh hey that’s me

NHS: say hi meng yao

MY: uh ok how weirdly specific sure thing

NHS: the stage is set i give it 2 minutes

MY: hello my name is meng yao and i’ve brought you a box hope u like it there’s a pot in it

MY: uhhh ok some things about me i’m adorable i get bullied frequently i eat dry bread and my dimples are deep enough to hold all my war crimes see? *ping*

Asshole 1: did someone order some loud and publicly cruel narration about your tragic and slightly damning backstory??

MY: no?? ?

Asshole 1: too late

MY: ugh do you allow returns

Asshole 1: WOW THIS DUDE SUCKS

Asshole 2: yeah totally and his dad fuckin hates him rolled him down the steps of jinlintai like a fuckin slinky

MY: well this feels a bit unwarranted

Asshole 1: naaah his dad would have to actually CARE to hate him

WWX: damn this is brutal hope this doesn’t foreshadow any major plot component that might outline the problem with the idea of reputation vs honor in our society and the place hearsay and gossip plays in the perception of the value of a person that would suck

Random Background person: sure would especially if it greatly impacted you as a person

Asshole 1: i love shitting on people with u bro

Asshole 2: awww bro

JYL: rude

JC: wow

WWX: jfc

MY: this is fun so glad i came

LXC: .......hm.

NHS: 10...9...8...

LWJ: xichen n o

Asshole 1: ANYWAY FUCK THIS DUDE

LWJ: u need to stop and not for the reason u think

LQR: CAN U READ THE ROOM PLEASE AND SHUT THE ACTUAL HELL UP what do you think this is? some kind of high school?? who do you think you are?? children? ? nONSENSE

Asshole 1: oh shit i thought talking at regular volume in plain sight of a silent room gave me anonymity

Asshole 2: oh no me too what an unforeseen outcome

LQR: anyway, now for-- oh god oh no what are u doing r e s i s t, boy

LXC: [i_need_a_hero.mp3]

Random Lan: love this song

LWJ: jfc here we go

JC: is this a kissing book?

MY: sure could use a hug

WWX: ur gonna get more than that dude

JYL: aww good for him

LXC: why hello.

MY: ho- (where is the saxaphone music coming from)

MY: -ly- am i in slow motion ur very tall did u know ur very tall

MY: shit hey.

LXC: hey :)

LXC: o h .

LXC: good god i have gravely miscalculated my investment in the situation what did i come down here for again

MY: hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh u have a mouth i have a mouth what a strange coincidence

MY: i humbly present my body BOX my box this box right here it’s really cool it has a red thing in it it’s for u or maybe the grandmaster i can’t really remember anymore or feel my legs fuck

LXC: oh yeah the reason i came down here theoretically i should at least pretend to care about what’s in the box

Ambience: [Careless_Whisper_on_Flute.mp3]

WWX: HOLD THE PHONE that’s allowed?? i don’t have to sword fight the gay feelings? he’s beating me at public homoerotic subtext chicken this cannot stand i have to up my game

Pot: I’m a metaphor or something it’s not really relevant at this point is it?

LXC: nope so anyway i could probably fit you into my pocket and cherish you forever thoughts? i’m thinking gentians for the wedding

MY: i can’t feel my face currently but yes to all

MY: ur touching my hands again

LXC: oh trust me i am VERY aware

NHS: :)))

LWJ: can i go?

Random Lan: probably not

LWJ: ugh i have my own gay shit to deal with

Random background Guy: taking notes for my fanfic

MY: message very fucking received

MY: we are bowing now because we are very polite and definitely not experiencing a life changing sexual awakening in a crowded room

Random Background Person: u guys know people can hear u, right?

LXC: yes very polite definitely nothing gay and certainly no lifelong connection that could potentially end in horrific tragedy for the both of us thank goodness

NHS: guys i didn’t mean elope right fucking now

MY: did u like my box?

LXC: it’s the best box the most adorable box I’ll keep this box forever in my heart

NHS: dude it’s not for u it’s for ur uncle

WWX: i cannot BELILEVE i’m losing public gay chicken i’m gonna get lan zhan a box

BONUS:

Random Asshole 2:

yeah technically he’s zixuan’s brother but jgs treated him like shit what’s ur raction to that zixuan?

JZX: think i’m gonna stick with haughty silence, if i’m honest

Random Asshole 2: that seems on brand

[more brief summaries because yeah]

#tadaaaa. Several people asked for this I shall try to find names? But I have horrible organization #Trying the transcript in a different way! Is it more legible? Is it obnoxious? Is the different negligible? I don't know anymore!#This one is OLD but I needed to not look at it for a while so I guess I don't hate it anymore??#ANYWAY #brief summary #xiyao #my stuff #my edit #Huaisang later when Xichen disarms the Wen: WOW HE'S SO COMPETENT AND GREAT ISN'T HE MENG YAO?#Meng Yao: STOP STOP I'M ALREADY DEAD

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sgstories123 · 3 years

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“Always use condoms”

Marc was watching Squid Game, a Korean drama, with his wife on Netflix in the living room of his flat when he heard someone at the door.

“Hi, Uncle and Auntie!”

His tenant, Sophie, greeted them as she entered the flat with her boyfriend. Sophie is from China. She came to Singapore to study at a nearby university and had been their tenant for a couple of months. Marc did not liked to be called ‘Uncle’ as it made him sound old. He is in his late thirties and only about 15 years older than Sophie who is in her early twenties. Still, Sophie had caught on to Singapore norms and had called everyone ‘Uncle’ and ‘Auntie’.

Marc watched as Sophie led her boyfriend to her room.

“Hey, stop looking at them.” His wife whispered loudly at him. “You know what they are going to do next, right.”

Marc nodded. It seems that Sophie and her boyfriend had only got to know each other recently but already, Sophie had brought him back several times. Marc could not remember his name but knew that he was a Singaporean studying in the same university. Every time Sophie brought him back to the flat, they will go to her room and have sex. It was not that Marc or his wife were eavesdropping. It was simply that the walls of HDB flats are too thin and Sophie was really loud when she is having sex. She will be moaning and screaming words of passion throughout. Marc and his wife did not really know how to tell Sophie to keep her volume down without feeling embarrassed. They could only pretend that it did not bother them or they did not even realise what was happening in Sophie’s room. Sophie was after all a good tenant in other aspects, paying her rent on time. Where possible, Marc and his wife will leave the flat to avoid the awkward situation.

“Ok, I think I will go fetch our son from my parents.” His wife got up from the sofa. “You want to go with me?”

“No. I think I will stay and watch the show.” Marc responded. He really did not want to visit his in-laws if possible. They only stay a few blocks away and had helped to look after their 1-year old son during the day, but they were always nagging at him for one thing or another.

“Well, don’t stay in the house. Leave the young people alone.” His wife gave him a hard stare. “Don’t be a pervert and listen to people having sex. You are too old for that.”

Marc sighed. He cannot understand why everyone thinks he is old. Ever since his wife got pregnant a couple of years ago, they had stopped having sex. When his wife was pregnant, she did not want to have sex because she was afraid that it will harm the unborn baby. And when she had given birth, she was always complaining that she was too tired to have sex. But what made him upset the most was that his wife seemed to have decided that once they had a baby, he was too old to be having sex. As a result, he had only been jerking off to satisfy his sexual needs. He envied Sophie’s boyfriend as Sophie seemed to enjoy sex so he must have lots of it.

“Don’t say things like that to your husband. I going down later to buy cigarettes and have beer with my friends. I will most probably come home late. Don’t wait up for me.” Marc replied angrily.

His wife did not even bother answering and minutes later, left the flat.

Marc sighed. Maybe it was his fault. If he had not stopped using condoms after they got married, they would not have a son and he may still have a sex life. Well, that is one lesson learnt too late. Always use a condom, as they say in the advertisements.

Marc flipped through several movies on Netflix quickly. He did not want to continue watching Squid Game as he knows that his wife will want to resume from where she has stopped. He did not want to upset his wife if possible.

“You sure you need to leave now?” He heard Sophie’s voice followed by her room door opening.

“Yeah, they got stuck at the project and need me to work on it. Sorry. The deadline is tomorrow. I call you later.” Her boyfriend responded before stepping out of the flat. “Bye, Uncle”.

Marc winced at the word.

Sophie closed the front door and plopped down besides Marc. “What are you watching? Porn?”

“There is no porn on Netflix.” Marc laughed. “Well, maybe R21, if you consider that as porn.”

“That’s boring. Want to go to my room and watch porn with me?” Sophie glanced at Marc slyly. “Uncle?”

Marc smiled. He knew Sophie was quite open-minded and they often joked about sexual matters. “Why? Your boyfriend did not satisfy you? You need porn?” He retorted.

Sophie pouted. “That idiot. We were having sex. He was already making me so wet and then his friends must call him and ask him to do their stupid project.” Sophie turned round to face Marc. “Maybe you want to take his place? I am so ready.”

Marc was taken back by surprise. They have never gone so far with their jokes. Is she serious?

Sophie leaned forward and put her head on his shoulder. With one hand wrapped around his neck for support, her other hand rested on his chest, her fingers making small circles around his nipples. “What do you say?” She purred seductively.

Marc was a little confused but clearly, his lower body was not. He could feel his cock rising and making a tent in his shorts.

Sophie leaned further and kissed Marc on his cheeks. She turned his head towards her and kissed Marc again, this time on his lips. As Marc tasted the sweet, young succulent lips, his resistance started falling away. He felt himself floating and no longer in control of his actions. His arms wrapped around Sophie, feeling the warmth of the young body through her t-shirt. Sophie gave a short moan and grabbed Marc’s cock with her hands.

“Oh my God! You are so big and hard.” Sophie gushed. She rubbed his cock through his shorts, stroking it slowly and making small little circles around the tip of his cock with her fingertips. Marc sighed in pleasure.

Sophie stopped kissing Marc and looked at her fingers. It was wet with March’s pre-cum. “You are also wet.” She giggled. “Fuck me?”

“No, we an’t do this. My wife will be back soon.” A momentary sense of reason came back to Marc.

“Then let’s go to my room. Let’s make porn instead of watching porn.” Sophie giggle again before standing up and pulling Marc to her room.

Sophie closed the door behind them before first taking off her top and then sliding off her shorts. Marc was surprised. “You were not wearing bra or panties?”

Sophie smiled. “I told you we were having sex. I had to put on a tee shirt and shorts before going out of the room. Don’t talk so much. Take off your clothes.”

Marc was still standing there, unsure of what to do. He knew this was getting to a point of no return. Sophie did not wait for him to make a decision. She kneeled in front of him and pulled down his shorts.

“Oh my God! This is definitely the largest cock I have ever seen.” She exclaimed.

Without another word, she swallowed his cock, wrapping her warm tongue around the whole shaft. With one hand on Marc’s ass and the other holding on to the base of his cock, she started sucking his cock. Her rhythm picked up pace and Marc soon lost all reason and was floating in the pleasure of her efforts. He pushed his hips forward in concert with her sucking and he held on to her head, guiding her to heighten his pleasure.

“I am cumming!” He groaned. Sophie only squeezed his cock harder with both her hands and mouth. He erupted into her, filling her mouth with warm sperm. “Oh my god! That was so good.” He moaned as he felt his cock emptying the last few spurts into Sophie’s mouth.

Sophie swallowed all of Marc’s sperm before licking his now flaccid cock clean. “My god. It was so much. How long was it that you last had sex? This is so good.” Sophie looked up at Marc, seemingly fascinated.

She stood up and kissed Marc on his lips. Marc could taste his own cum on her lips. She stopped her kiss to pull Marc’s t-shirt over his head. Now both of them were naked. Sophie leaned forward to continue her kiss, wrapping one of her bare legs around Marc’s waist. As the naked skins touched, Marc’s cock became hard again.

“Ooh. Looks like you are ready to go again. Let’s fuck.” Sophie commanded. She led Marc to her bed, pushing him down to face the ceiling while she straddled him. She grabbed his cock and stroked it to hardness. Marc closed his eyes to enjoy the hand job and moaned softly in pleasure. He sensed a movement and opened his eyes to see Sophie lowering herself onto his cock.

“Condom. Use a condom.” He managed a hoarse whisper.

Sophie looked surprised. “Are you afraid of catching something from me? I am insulted.”

“No. Just don’t want you to get pregnant. Safer. Always use a condom.” He smiled weakly.

Sophie sighed but seemed pacified. She reached out to the nearby drawer and took out a condom. Expertly, she tore the condom wrapper and withdrew the condom before wrapping it over Marc’s cock. Without missing a beat, she lowered herself onto his cock, guiding it slowly into her love canal. As Marc’s cock filled her cunt, Sophie sighed in pleasure.

“Oh god. You are so big. This is so good.” Sophie moaned. Once she has engulfed Marc’s cock with her cunt, she froze momentarily to allow her pleasure to flow through her body before groaning loudly in pleasure.

Marc was also enjoying himself as his cock was pleasured by the warm tight walls of the young vagina. As Sophie started bouncing on his cock, the pleasure intensified. He held onto Sophie hips, as he watched her breasts bouncing in unison. He tried to sit up and suck on Sophie’s breasts. But after a couple of minutes, Sophie pushed him down on the bed again. She leaned on top of him, forcing his cock to rub more forcefully against her clitoris. Sophie was now lost in her pleasure, screaming vulgarities in her native Mandarin and alternating it with moans of pleasures.

Marc finally understood what went on in Sophie’s room when Sophie was having sex with her boyfriend.

Marc did not hear the front door opened but he heard the Squid Game on Netflix resumed in the living room. His wife must be back. His cock became soft immediately and plopped out of Sophie’s body. Sophie stopped, still holding onto Marc body as she straddled him.

Marc looked up with a worried expression but Sophie simply smiled. She leaned forward and kissed Marc on his lips. As she continued kissing Marc, he could hear his wife moving around the house. He guessed the baby was asleep as there was no noise from his son. His wife seemed to have finally settled down on the sofa in the living room to continue watching her show. As Sophie’s bed was next to the wall where the sofa was leaned against, Marc was literally a wall away from his wife.

“What should we do?” Marc whispered.

“”Continue fucking, what else?” Sophie grinned. “Isn’t this exciting?”

“Are you crazy? My wife is out there. What happens if she finds out?” Marc was exasperated.

“Okay. If you do not want to fuck any more, I guess you can walk out of my room now.” Sophie had an evil glint in her eye. “If you want to stay in this room, you better make me happy.”

Marc was being blackmailed into sex. He felt so powerless and used. Do prostitutes feel this way, he wondered. He knew he had no choice but to continue laying on Sophie’s bed and pretended to want to have sex. He allowed Sophie to continue sucking his cock but with his mind on his wife, he was only semi-hard.

He tried to close his eyes and focus on his pleasure. As long as Sophie is happy fucking him, she will not throw him out of the room. He must not let his wife know that he is fucking Sophie behind her back.

There was a knock on Sophie’s door. “Sophie, are you in there? Can I ask you something?” Marc’s cock grew limp immediately. He is dead. His wife is definitely going to divorce him.

“Yup. Give me a minute.” Sophie gave Marc a smile. “Don’t move and it will be fine. Trust me.”

Marc did not need Sophie to tell him that. He was already frozen in fear.

Sophie got off the bed and walked to the door, naked. She opened the door slightly. Marc could see the legs of his wife but Sophie had blocked her from seeing much into her room.

“Oh. Sorry.” Marc’s wife was embarrassed to see the naked Sophie and looked away.

“Oh, I should be the one to be sorry. I am having sex with my boyfriend and forgot to put on some clothes.” Sophie lied.

“Sorry. I did not know. Sorry to disturb you.” Marc’s wife managed apologetically, still looking away from Sophie.

“No worries. What is it, auntie? What do you want to ask me?” Sophie continued nonchalantly.

“Nothing much. Just wanted to know if you know where my husband is?”

“He might have out. I heard the front door.”

“Oh right. I forgot he mentioned he may go out to meet up with his friends.” Marc’s wife felt silly and sheepish. “Sorry again.”

“It’s okay. We are just resting between fucks.” Sophie replied, before closing her room door. She walked over to Marc triumphantly and lay down beside him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Marc could feel the bedsheet drenched in perspiration. Was it from their lovemaking earlier or the fear from being found out. He was so relived and so amazed at Sophie’s audacity that he leaned over to kiss her.

“You are getting hard again.” Sophie whispered in Marc’s ear, “Continue fucking?”

Marc did not respond but simply got on top of Sophie. His condom had slipped off and he took another one from the drawer. He put it on quickly on his hard cock and pried open Sophie’s legs. He plunged his cock into her cunt in one stroke, surrounding it once again between the familiar warm walls. He heard his wife still watching the Korean drama in the living room. But now, instead of being afraid of being found out, the thrill of fucking another woman with hid wife separated by only a wall, made his cock even harder and larger. Blood was coursing through his cock making it steel hard. His cock pushed harder against Sophie’s cunt, making it even tighter and more pleasurable. Sophie was enjoying herself too. She was moaning louder and again started screaming expletives passionately.

“Fuck me harder!” She screamed loudly.

Marc was caught up in her passion. He was controlling himself not to make any noise as his wife was just outside the room. But Sophie’s passion was infectious and he threw caution into the wind, allowing himself to grunt and groan loudly to match Sophie’s screams.

He pumped Sophie mercilessly, lifting one of her legs over his shoulders so that he can push even deeper at an angle. Sophie was just screaming in pleasure now, having already orgasmed several times, spraying her love juice all over the bed.

“You are so fucking big!” Sophie screamed again. “I cannot take it any more!”

Marc smiled. He was close to cumming as well. He gave her several deep thrusts before increasing his pace and tilting his cock at an angle to rub Sophie’s clitoris even more roughly.

“Argh!” Sophie cried out as she reached another orgasm. This was followed by a string of Chinese expletives. Marc gave a final thrust and emptied his seed into the waiting condom. He waited till the pleasure has subsided before pulling his cock out of the wet cunt. He pulled off the condom and shoved his cock, still glistening with his sperm into Sophie’s mouth.

“Lick it clean!” He commanded. He was in control now. Sophie crept over on all fours and quietly licked his cock. Marc stroked Sophie’s head, running his fingers through her hair. Yes, he thought to himself. Sophie’s boyfriend is so lucky. Sophie is definitely a good fuck.

Marc heard his wife switching off Netflix and the door to their bedroom closed. His wife must have decided not to wait for him and go to bed first.

Marc’s cock grew hard again. He saw Sophie’s handphone on the table, picked it up and set it up in video mode.

“Now we make porn.” He smiled at Sophie while he reached for another condom.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie.

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him. I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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Haunting my Dream(s)

Synopsis: You met Natasha when she was living in Ohio. She was your best friend (maybe more) and you were hers. Everything was perfect until one day she disappeared from your life, breaking both of your hearts in the process. That night was when the dreams started. 24 years later and you can't get her out of your life. Maybe it's time you actually pay attention to your dreams. Pairing: Natasha Romanoff / Female reader. Tags: angst Disclaimer: I don’t own Black Widow or anything Marvel related. Word Count: 4.3K

I have always liked rainy days. For as long as I can remember, these types of days have held an attraction for me, it’s as if the cold and the gray clouds called me and asked me to listen to their stories. Most of the time they came to me consciously and lucidly in the daytime world.

To say those cold gray days did not put me in a nostalgic and longing feeling would be a lie. Longing for her, for the past, for the thousands of questions that remained unanswered, the hidden truths buried in the depths of my mind and my being.

Sometimes those days were torturous, reminding me of what I lost, a person that my mind tried to lock in that place where painful memories end. That comfort that usually came with the witnesses of the rain, like the smell of the grass and the wet earth, from time to time becoming my own prison, trapping me in a labyrinth of memories suppressed and assumptions.

Despite that, the rain called me like a jealous lover to the dreamlands, where I would know undoubtedly, from time to time, she would be there, patiently waiting for me.

I had never allowed myself to speak consciously about her until today, 24 years after the dreams began.

For years I did not question the meaning of it, I sought consolation thinking that it was just a feeling of longing for my "Best Friend", that feeling you have when you think you lost something good without explanation.

Or maybe it had an explanation. I don’t know.

The first time I dreamed it, it caught me off guard. Over the years, that dream became recurring and at some point, a refuge.

The set up and places always changed. A hotel, a restaurant, a shopping center, a beach, the cabin in the mountains, our old school, a clubroom, a field, her backyard ... and so I could go on with the list.

Physically she does not look like the person I remembered. It was someone else face, her skin was different and her eyes weren't the shade of green I remembered, but it was her. I know it was her, her essence is unique.

Sometimes she is taller than me. Other times (most of them) she is slightly shorter than I am. We are normally the same height.

It always happens the same way:

I find myself talking with a group of people, friends who correspond to the moment in my life in which I find myself. Friends and acquaintances, teachers and family, love interests that only appeared once and faded from my attention after she arrived. In hindsight I think that must have been my second biggest sign.

I am always in the middle of a conversation on any topic that, in the same way, resembles the point in my life where I found myself, such as high school, the next exam, the final presentation, the thesis, my recruitment, the mission. A good time, good company, but the weather is always cloudy, sometimes with a few small drops, most of the time with torrential rain.

Suddenly, my eyes and attention are diverted to someone who is approaching the group of people I am with.

"Natasha"

Her name resounds between the drops hitting the glass and the thunder that echoes in the distance. It’s like a whisper that should be imperceptible but in my mind it’s the only clear thing that I heard. Strong enough to silence the sounds of people around me and escapes my lips like a forbidden breath.

"Natasha"

I had not dared to pronounce it since our separation, a little over 12 months ago... But you should not take it for sure. There are things that my mind had blocked and was trying to avoid, so I may be wrong with the time.

She walks to us and greet us like it's a common thing. She greets everyone with a kiss on the cheek and a short hug.

She never greets me first.

When she stands in front of me, time stops for a few seconds and suddenly my arms are on her back in a hug that makes me feel that time has not passed, as if we had stopped seeing each other for a few minutes and nothing more.

Her hands draw me to her and squeeze me tightly, I feel mine bringing her closer as well , trying to communicate things that I don't know how to express. Trying to make her feel what my 12-year-old self never knew how to express.

But it’s not necessary, in the dream only hours have passed and not a few months (or years).

I distance myself from her and look at her face that reflects my smile. That face unknown to me but that my heart knows is her. I would recognize her in any dream.

Her hand seeks my hand (or is it mine that seeks hers first?) And intertwines our fingers in endless thoughts. My logic knows things that my self does not and, on this earth, I am not allowed to know yet.

With her by my side, the conversation continues as if there hasn't been any kind of interruption. The people around me do not act strangely, even those who cannot theoretically know her do not treat her differently. That we are holding hands does not cause a blink-of an eye from no one.

At one point (or is it hours later? I don't know, the time here behaves differently) I turn to look at her. I know there are a thousand things I want to say, my mind tries to sort the train of thoughts that I would like to follow but it is impossible.

"Can we talk?"

"We need to talk"

A laugh leaves my lips hearing us say it at the same time. I don't know if we were always in perfect sync or it’s something of this context.

"Alone" I hear myself say, referring to the fact that, although we have been talking for hours (o minutes) with the group of people we are, this talk is important and should only be between us two.

She doesn't say anything.

She never does.

She just takes my hand, says goodbye to the others making signs that we have to go. No one ever questions her, not me. They just accept it and we say goodbye as if we were going to see each other tomorrow.

We turn around and walk a couple of steps before I let go of her hand by shoving my hands into my pockets. She just laughs and keeps hers in her coat. The cold is less intense when we walk.

Every now and then my hips thrust into hers as she smiles at me. Hearing her laugh provokes things in me.

"Can we order something?"

"Of course"

I never know the destination, I think that it adapts to the scenario that my mind decided to put on this occasion. Sometimes it’s inside a classroom, other times it’s a bench surrounded by bushes, most of the times is a table in a restaurant, the furthest from everything. But there are always many people and doors to pass before we get there.

When we arrive, we sat down. I feel her gaze on me. The one that she gave me several times, that look that doesn’t express anything but I know that it held many questions, the one that observes me as if trying to guess my next movement or thoughts, as if she wanted to decipher each and every one of my deepest thoughts.

Or so I usually think.

"Let's talk"

"Do you know what we need to talk about?"

"Yes" my voice is confident, without hesitation I try to say it. "About us"

"What about us?"

"You know" you've known all this time. Probably even before me.

"And you too"

Her eyes drift to my lips, her gaze posing for a few seconds before meeting my eyes again. Unconsciously (or maybe it's the most conscious thing I do on this earth) I lick my lips and her eyes follow my movements again.

"Okay, let's talk then"

"Y/N, see you in a minute" ... ... ...

An alarm sounds and ...

Sometimes the chirp of the birds is the first thing I hear, other days it’s the same rain that, as a jealous lover, tears me away from those lands and brings me back to reality. This reality where I know that she is not with me, that we have not spoken in months (or years) and leaves me with this feeling of wanting to know about her.

For 24 years I had the same dream.

For 24 years I never paid attention to that need or that desire to want to know about her, which intensified as time passed. Sometimes months passed before dreaming of her again. Generally it was once a year.

For a long time, I convinced myself that I was not ready to see her, I was not ready to conclude that talk that the land of dreams denied me, always expelling me the moment she pronounces my name and tells me she’ll see me in a minute.

And now...

Now I am here, trying to finish a dream that started and has stayed with me for approximately 8760 days. Right now I'm a phone call away from asking her so many things, but I know it can't be like that yet.

When I looked for her after the last dream, it was because I woke up with a need like I had never felt before. It was not enough get used to the idea that you could be okay, it was not enough the few times I met you in the real world and turned around. It was not enough that time that by chance I found your file in Maria's files and went in to read it just to know that you were okay, and lose it days later. I imagine Hill figured it out.

After this dream and everything that happened with Thanos and the world, I knew that I had to stop being a coward. I looked for you for several days, they say that if you don’t want to be found, you’ll never be found. I tried various sides and people, but I always ran into walls. At some point I thought you were one of the people we lost when the snap happened, but your name was never on those lists. Just when I thought that again it was not written in my destiny to meet you again (and thinking"OK universe, if I should not find her I will understand") ... I found you.

It took me a couple of days to form a message. For a few hours just looking at your file and the number calmed me down, but something inside me demanded more, asked for more. Someone asked me if I was ready to write to you and I always replied that I didn't know. But my soul screamed to write to you, to initiate a contact and, although it took me 3 hours to write those few lines, at the end of the day I did.

"Hey Natasha, I'm Y/N, maybe this message surprises you a bit, but I don't know if it's something crazy or not (it could be), the point is that I've been dreaming about you (for several years now to be honest, always the same dream, never changes). And to be honest I had always left it alone, however, I dreamed of you last week and I woke up with this very strong urge to look for you, stronger after the decimation. Somewhat difficult if I'm honest, you really know how to hide very well Tasha, but finally something pointed me in the right direction and here I am. Anyway. I do not know if you will read this message or even if I will have an answer, I just wanted to know if you were okay, I sincerely hope you are. Y/N "

I convinced myself that was enough. I convinced my mind not to expect anything, that the message was what I needed to calm my soul, that it didn't matter if you didn't see it or even didn't respond to it. Deep, deep inside, I knew I wanted an answer from you. Which one? I don't know, just that I wanted or needed you to answer.

Although the dream was consistent for 24 years, the last two times that I dreamed it, after I wrote to you, dreamland presented me with two more versions, two new “options”. In the first I saw you, (now your physique corresponded with your essence) but I couldn't reach you. I couldn't get close to you. In the second we talk a little, we exchange 4 or 5 sentences, but never alone.

That was right before you answered me in real life:

"Today. 5 pm. Americana cafeteria"

And now ... am I really ready?

I think the answer to that is no.

You are never ready, at least not consciously. I just know that my heart and mind are finally in the same place. Thanos really did a huge number on various people. Including you.

The place she chose is brighter than I thought, for once the storm clouds don't feel as gray or heavy. This time, that halo of light is enough to illuminate our surroundings. We are at a table, there are some cups of coffee in front of us, you watch the rain fall while your hand plays with the handle of the cup, the other is resting on your cheek.

"Y/N I ... I don't know where to start"

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything right now, just ... just let me speak first, please "

"Okay"

You access without problem. I don't know if it was always like this or not, but this time you know I need it. Maybe you also need the time.

“I know exactly what you were or what you are to me. Maybe it took me 24 years to understand it, I think it was more like accepting it. I always wondered why, you know? "

You just look at me, silently asking me what I mean with your eyes. I know deep down you know it. You extend your hand that plays with the cup and took mine. For a moment I take it and play with your fingers. I want to let go but you stop me, like an anchor tying me to this reality.

And maybe that's what he needed.

“I always wondered why it had hurt so much to part with you, why I cried in the afternoons after our fight, why I couldn't just be with you. Was it a bad or forbidden thing to love you the way I did? What was it that the universe or God wanted to avoid that had to separate us? "

"Y/N"

"I know, I know, probably, well no, surely it was a lesson we had to learn though"

Her fingers intertwine with mine, one of her fingers caressing my hand, as she always did, instantly calming me down.

“I know who I am and now so many things make sense, God, it's painful to see how they didn't before. Now I understand why my relationships did not work as I thought they should, now I understand why it hurt me so much and why so many years ago I could not face you "

"Surely for the same reasons why it hurt me so much too"

I look into her eyes. Those green irises that haunted me for so many years. Even today they do.

“Telling you that you were very important in my life it’s not all you meant to me. You were my first love you know and, well what can I say so many years later? Now I understand all my feelings towards you, now I understand the intensity and innocence that we had during our relationship. It's true when I tell you that all the years that I spent without you only made me realize how much impact you had on my life. They say that the first love is never forgotten and you know what? It's true. It's so fucking true "

“I know, I couldn't forget you either. I think at some point, you became like this ghost or this shadow that did not went away from me. I guess that's why I couldn't look for you after leaving ... "

Her voice cuts out. There's no need to talk about why she unexpectedly left Ohio that day. When I entered S.H.I.E.L.D and after hearing Barton tell your name to Fury, I decided to hack the system and find out about you. Those skills were what led me to join the agency, so I thought it would be something easy. In the end I did it, but it took me a while to do it until that day I found your file in Hill's archives.

“To be honest, I was able to accept that recently. That you had been my first love. So many years I lied to myself trying to justify that I only saw you as a friend, what a fool I was "

"Silly no detka, you just weren't ... we weren't ready"

"Could be"

“I can definitely tell you that I know I felt things for you too, I can't cover the sun with a finger, but for obvious reasons I couldn't look for you and then I couldn't dare to look for you, not after everything I had done and with so much red in my ledger. I always thought of you thou, I wondered what become of your life. I guess I don't think I was ready either and with various things happening in my life ... Now, I also understand several things. I forgive you for not looking for me that night, I understood that it was something that was not in our hands"

I lightly squeeze her hand and look at her. Slowly I turn my gaze to her eyes and there it is, again, trying to decipher what is going through my head, as if trying to prepare or anticipate something. Unconsciously I moisten my lips with my tongue.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything"

"What was I, for you?"

“A watershed in my life. A pending chapter "

I don't know if it's what I expected or not. I don't even know what I wanted to hear, but her words carry a lot of weight for me. I look at our hands again, I see slowly how her other hand covers them, as if she wanted to protect them.

PENDING.

The word overwhelms me more than I ever thought. It puts me in this state of nervousness, ecstasy, uncertainty, happiness. Of everything and nothing at the same time.

Pending. Without resolving.

Pending. Unfinished.

Pending.

PENDING.

“I know you are gay. And there were so many things between us that it would be absurd of me to try to put you inside a label or a box. You were many things to me. I've learned that you don't need a label to feel comfortable with yourself"

She stared into my eyes as I shot her a glance, lightly squeezing her hands.

I'm here.

I'm with you.

You are with me.

You are here.

"Did you ever wonder what would have happened?"

"If you had stayed?"

She can only nod her head while looking away.

"Several times. More than I would like to admit. You?"

"Every time I thought of you"

Her hands release mine and take the forgotten cup of coffee with a slow sip. I look at my warm and dark coffee, the waves caused by the movement come and go.

"I want you to be free"

Her gaze turns doubtful, intriguing even. She leaves the cup on the table.

“You said that at one point I became a ghost or shadow. I don't want to continue being that. I want you to be free. You are too important to me and I want you to be happy. Really"

"You say it like this is the last time I will see you"

There it is. The easy way out, the conclusion of many things. If I say goodbye and get up of this chair, I will end this chapter. I can get on with my life.

But...

"It is not"

"Then?"

Her gaze seeks mine, that gaze equal to that of 24 years ago where I promised my life and she promise she would never lave. That look full of so many insecurities and fears. That look that deep down we know that we would break our promises and break both our hearts.

But this time I have the power of decision in my hands. This time I am in control.

“It’s obvious that we have a strong connection. And I think the way we ended things, that unfinished chapter, where we were and at the age we were, influenced us to unconsciously drag things along and follow us through life. So I want to free you and get rid of those ghosts"

"Y/N, what are you trying to say?"

“I want us to leave the luggage that we dragged behind. I don't want you to be my one that got away”

"Please be clear"

Clear. That word resounds like thunder fallen within the enclosure and is transformed into five simple words.

what do you want?

I want... I want... I want...

I WANT.

I WANT TO BE WITH YOU.

"I want to be with you. I want to see where this connection can take us and I definitely want to know you with the intention of being your girlfriend. I want to try this. Give us a chance to be a couple. Really"

"Detka" her words stay there. I take both of her hands between mine and lift them resting my elbows on the table.

"I know. I know there are a thousand things to fix, okay? I know. But precisely for that reason, with all the more reason we should do it. It’s clear to me that we both started with a light luggage that over the years became a mega suitcase. At least that's how it was with me ”.

"Same with me"

I smile slightly.

“I know we are not the same people we were at twelve, we have to get to know each other again. For my part I have forgiven what I had to forgive of you and myself. It took me 24 years to understand and accept it and I don't want 24 more years to go by. I'm tired of running and forcing things that I didn't understand why they didn't work. I will never be ready, whatever way I think it to be. I know that there is a great risk in all this, I know the world is in chaos and the mission to find the gems has not been easy”

Her gaze does not seem surprised at this confession.

"And still you want ... but why?"

"Because it's you. As simple as that"

Probably simple wasn't the word she expected.

There are so many complications and logical reasons to run to the other side. Definitely none of this fit with my plan to find her again, but what would life be like if all our plans went according to what we idealized?

It's so fucking ironic.

But so simple to understand.

And so, so simple.

Suddenly everything made sense.

“Sorry if it took me so many years to find you, but here I am in front of you. Closing all the past and setting us free from it. Here I am, ready to give myself to you completely. To meet us and take the opportunity. I think neither you nor I need a conventional love and let's be honest, we probably don't make sense, but don’t you wanna stop asking what if? I know that I prefer to find out"

She doesn’t say anything. For a few moments my anxiety begins to take over me. I try to count the seconds and focus on my breathing. Her hand in mine is sufficient anchor to the present.

"I am"

"You are?"

"Yes detka" There is her laugh again. The one that caused butterflies in my stomach so many years ago and today causes them elsewhere.

"Like you said, if I'm here and you're here, why don't we try?"

Four words that make it all seem simple, but probably not, but what the fuck does it matter now? The universe screamed at me many times that I should look fir her, it tried to teach me the lesson very early but my stubborn self was probably opposed to accepting the truth.

Natasha Romanoff was my first love, the first person I ever innocently loved, the first person who made me question myself. She was the first to break my heart (and the first heart I broke)

And now, after so many years, I have found her again.

I feel a slight squeeze in my hands and Natasha stands up. Before I can question anything, her lips steal mine in a kiss that has been waiting for almost 8,760 days. It's everything I could imagine. Her lips move in perfect sync with mine and just when I think it can't be more perfect, her tongue asks for access and I happily oblige.

A vibration on the table interrupts us, Natasha keeps her forehead on mine, eyes closed, savoring the moment, with a peck on my lips, she moves away from me and looks at whatever interrupted our moment.

Natasha takes my hand and with a slight tug pulls me to my feet. In reality she is taller than me by about 5 cm. Her eyes search mine.

"Ready to save the world?"

I just nod my head.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #angst #unbeta'd

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Deep Six- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

Request: May I request an insert in the episode Deep Six where the titans meet Aqualad?

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Summary: Robin makes you accompany this guy name Aqualad and Beast Boy. Will you be able to handle them or will their bickering tear you apart. Also you're a katara kinnie (i know ATLA didn't exist then but still) This episode is Season 1 Episode 8!

Pairings: Platonic!Aqualad x reader, Robin x reader if you squint

Word Count: 4314

A/N: this time i decided not to split up the episode and post it as one! I made them meet for the first time here, so the Aqua kids don't bond much yet, but if you want to see more, feel free to request! (click here for guidelines) Also yes I also ended this one with "anyone up for pizza" thats all i know how to do to end a fan ficbskghs

“Ahhhh, don’t you just love the ocean?” you admired the shallow sea, the blue water flowing by you. The others prepared for launch, reading off the status of the T-Sub.

“Main power online.”

“Oxygen tanks at maximum”

“Defensive system active”

Beast boy hums confidently. “And your new secret weapon is ready to rock.”

Cyborg rolls his eyes through the headset. “Only time you qualify as a secret weapon is after eating a tofu bean burrito.” You stifled a giggle as Beast Boy yells in protest.

“Uh, 'scuse me, bud. Can you breathe underwater? Uh-uh. Can you be any fish in the sea?”

You shrugged your shoulders and smirked. “Cyborg can’t but I can. And I can breathe underwater without being a fish so I guess I’m just as much of a secret weapon as you, BB.”

You found out that you could breathe underwater a few days after you and the others formed the Teen Titans. You were surfing for the first time since that day when you fell off your board. You had accidentally inhaled underwater, and to your relief, you found that you were able to breathe in the ocean water with no problem. You offered to swim outside the sub on your own, but the team didn’t want you to get hurt, so you were stuck in the small confines of your own pod of the T-sub.

Robin ignores you three’s bickering. “We have to find out what this Trident guy is planning,” he says. “If it takes forty barrels of toxic waste, I doubt it's environmentally friendly.”

The engines warm up, the vessel humming to life. “Titan Launch!” Robin exclaims and the T-sub shoots through a tunnel and into the Jump CIty Bay. You watch in awe at the ocean life around you. Now that you had a connection to the ocean, your perspective on ocean life had changed. You clutch your seashell necklace as you continue to take in the view of the ocean, ignoring Beast Boy showing off his teeth and Cyborg turning off his mic as a result. Robin’s voice snaps you back into reality.

“Sonar contact. Beast Boy! Aquagirl! Ready to go?”

You gave a quick smile. “On it.” You unbuckle your harness and the dome unlatched, allowing you to swim out. Beast Boy gave a mischievous smirk.

“Dude, I was born ready. Try not to be jealous.” He aimed the second comment at Raven, who looked at him indifferently. Beast Boy quickly swam out of his pod and transformed into a whale.

“He just put on three hundred thousand pounds. I am so jealous.” she notes sarcastically.

You and Beast Boy made silent eye contact before swimming towards the cargo ship, examining its destroyed remains. He turns into a shark to keep investigating, and you follow his lead. You couldn’t help but feel that you were being watched, as you swam around the ship. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you see a green figure; not a bright green like Beast Boy’s but a sicker, murkier green. You point at the green man as he swam away, and you and Beast Boy immediately bolt after it, the T-sub following behind.

Your black scuba shoes propelled you forward, and you aimed blasts of water towards the figure, but it kept dodging your shots. The monster, whom you now assumed was Trident, fired his weapon at you and Beast Boy, and when you dodged, it hit the T-sub. You forced yourself to continue to chase after Trident, hoping that the vessel was also capable of dodging his shots.

You and Beast Boy were nearing close to catching Trident when a voice rang in your head. It wasn’t yours, nor Beast Boy’s; it was clear, belonging to someone no older than you were.

“Your friends are in danger.” you heard. You and Beast Boy both stopped in your tracks, looking at each other in shock. You realized that the T-sub was no longer following you.

“Our friends are in what? Whoa! How did you say that? Dude! How did I say that? Hey!” Beast Boy also says in your mind. You turn to see the T-sub being attacked, and shot off without waiting for Beast Boy.

“Dude, questions are for later! Let’s go!” You order, not even entirely sure how you were able to talk either. You approach the vessel, which was being destroyed by Trident, who you swore you were just chasing.

Suddenly, a figure knocked Trident down. Trident and the mystery person fought each other, moving so quickly that all you could see of the person was a blur of black and blue

You turn your attention to the T-sub, which was slowly sinking into a fissure on the seafloor. Water was filling up fast and a look of panic settled on your teammates faces (except Raven, who seemed to have accepted death). Your eyes glowed blue as you outstretched your arms towards the damaged vessel. Focusing on the water around the titans, you forced the leaks to cease and the descent into the fissure to stop. Your muscles burned as you kept your stance; holding the vessel in place underwater was similar to holding it up on your arms above ground. Beast Boy raced to help as you struggled to keep grip when suddenly, two whales came and carried the sub on their backs.

You let go of the ship and breathe a sigh of relief. Beast Boy sees you almost passing out and comes to your side, now in the form of a squid. Instead of comforting you, he complains about the whales' help.

"They got it? How come they got it?"

A familiar voice rang in your head again. "Because I asked for their help." The voice belonged to the guy who was fighting Trident before. He comes to your other side and supports your other arm, putting it around his neck.

"You talk to fish? Yeah right. And let go of her!"

"You guys need help, and I'm talking to you right?" He glared at Beast Boy, keeping his grip on you.

Beast Boy was about to reply when you held your hand up in front of his squid face. "Beast Boy, I'm a solid five seconds from collapsing. I'm fine with the help."

The guy in blue gave a small smile. "And it's called telepathy. Let's go."

The three of you swam into a cavern. As you entered, the T-sub was floating on the water's surface and although it was extremely damaged, it managed to keep your teammates safe. You nodded to Beast Boy and the other teen and they let you go as you approach the other titans.

Raven asked, "where are we?"

"My place," the mysterious teen answered. "I told the whales to bring you here."

Raven and Starfire both blushed and gave bashful thank yous. You stared at them. Are they… in love with the new guy???, you thought, confused.

Beats Boy seemed angrier than ever. "He saved you?" He yelled, turning back into his human form. "Hel-lo? I was there too, you know."

Cyborg raised an eyebrow. "Were you? Because if anything I remember Aquagirl keeping us from drowning. What, you stopped Trident from kebabbing us with that souped up shrimp fork?"

"Way to go!" Robin said sarcastically. Beast Boy stuttered a response, but the blue teen interrupted.

"Aquagirl, huh? Well, I'm Aqualad. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, we Atlanteans like to keep a low profile."

You shake his hand, now taking in what Aqualad looked like. He was half a foot taller than you, with slicked back hair and black pupils. He wore a bodysuit with blue scales and black accents. He had nice features, but you couldn't figure out why the other girls were drooling over him, so you kept that thought to yourself.

"You're from Atlantis? That's so cool!" You say.

He nodded. "So is Trident." He opens up a hologram from a table in the cavern. "He's the worst criminal in Atlantis, with an ego to match."

He continues a sideshow filled with pictures of the sickly green monster. "Trident claims he's perfect in every way so he thinks he can do whatever he wants."

"Any ideas what he wants to do with all that toxic waste?" Robin asked.

"Whatever it is, it'll be bad for both our worlds. He's already gained some kind of new power. It's like he can be everywhere at once." Aqualad says.

"Noticed that," Raven says sarcastically.

"As long as we're after the same guy, maybe we can help each other." He looks at the six of you.

Your eyes sparkle. "Of co-" you begin, but Beast Boy pushed you out of the way.

"Whoa, hey, no, we're good. Got the whole Trident thing under control. 'Sides, I'm sure there's a school of minnows somewhere that need your--" He rejects Aqualad's offer, much to you and the other's dismay. Robin pulls him back, and the six of you group huddled.

"We're at the bottom of the ocean," Raven notes.

"Our sub is Swiss cheese." Cyborg adds.

"I almost died back there," You say.

"And we cannot breathe water," Starfire mentions.

Robin is the first to break away from the huddle. "We'll take any help you can give us." He says to Aqualad.

Aqualad nods and has some amphibian guy named Tramm fix the T-sub. He turns back to us. "While he's helping you, I'll track down Trident. " He turns to go into the ocean again, but Beast Boy intersects.

"You mean I'll track down Trident," He says, pushing him a little

Aqualad pushes him back a little harder. "That's ok, I can handle it."

"Thanks, but I think I should do this."

"Seriously, I can take care of it!"

The five of you watched as their quarrel turned into an all out brawl, and suddenly you couldn't take it anymore.

"GUYS," You yell, causing a wall of water to shoot up next to them to grab their attention. They both stared at you wide eyed. "Stop. The. Fighting." You say with a stern expression.

"Why don't you two both go track him down together?" Robin offers, but the two teens cross their arms and scoff.

"I usually work alone." Aqualad says.

"Yeah. Me too."

"You do not! You're part of a team!"

"And you hang out with Tramm the fish boy! What's your point?"

"Hey! Arguing isn't going anywhere. Listen, Aquagirl can go with you. That'll make sure you stay on task." Robin commands, and you perk up at the sound of your name. You quickly pulled him aside.

"What the hell man?? They obviously don't like each other, you should have seen how much they fought on the way here!." You argue, and Robin looks at you through his masked eyes.

"You're the only other person who can survive underwater, they're gonna need you. Besides, you're great at handling conflicts; you'll be fine." He says with a smile. You blush a little at his comment, and sighed.

"Alright Rob, you can count on me” You return to the rest of the group and the three of you jump into the ocean.

As you headed towards the bottom of the ocean, you decided to ask Aqualad a question that's been bothering you.

“Hey Aqualad,” you say telepathically. “Before you said that you were able to communicate with sea animals. How come you’re able to communicate with me?”

“I don’t know actually,” Aqualad admits, still swimming next to you. He points to your necklace. “I’m guessing it's because of your necklace.” He stops to examine it. Beast Boy groans and stops as well. It glowed a little in his hand as he read the ancient text off of it.

“The Shell of Poseidon,” He read out loud. “I recognize this from the library in Atlantis. Only Atlanteans can use its powers, so you must be Atlantean then, right?”

“Woah! I’m not Atlantean, I’ve never even been there,” you sputter, absolutely shocked at what the teen said.

“Well, you must have some blood in you,” he shrugged. “Hey, maybe we’re cousins or something.”

You grin. “Aquacousin? I like the sound of that!”

Beast Boy interrupts your moment. “Ok, haha, family is fun and all, but while you were floating around finding out parts of your identity or whatever, I’ve actually found something on my sonar so, try to keep up.” He swims off, leaving you two to follow him. You expected to see the sea monster, but instead came upon a group of dolphins.

“No offense B.B. but these don't look like Trident to me.” you smirk.

Aqualad swims up to the dolphins, focusing on his telepathy. The dolphins swim up together and Aqualad turns to you and Beast Boy.

“They told me where to find Trident. Try to keep up.” He mocks Beast Boy, then swims with the dolphins. You look at Beast Boy, who seemed pretty grumpy, and turn to follow Aqualad.

You tailed behind as the two boys raced each other, Beast Boy turning into various aquatic creatures to catch up with the equally competitive teen. Then you see it. In front of them, Trident swam into view. You and Aqualad stop on instinct, but Beast Boy keeps going.

"Beast Boy! Stop!" You both yell, as he barrels straight towards Trident.

"What's the matter?" He taunts. "Am I too fast for y-"

You winced as you watched him crash into the sea monster and fall to the floor.

"Heh… how's it going," Beast Boy says telepathy to the monster towering over him. Trident growled.

"Keep your thoughts to yourself, you inferior fool!" He pointed his well, trident at beast boy and fires; Beast Boy barely dodges it.

Aqualad tackles Trident and they fall off an underwater ridge.

"Oh no you! This time he's mine!" Beast Boy yells, following Aqualad to the ridge.

"Beast Boy wai-" you yell, but was cut off by something grazing the side of your head. You turn, and see Trident swing his weapon at you. You dodged his next swing, wondering how he was able to get to you right after being attacked by Aqualad. You send him flying across the ocean with your water powers, when you hear Beast Boy yelling. You turn to see Beast Boy in squid form latched onto Aqualad's face. You could see Trident swim away from the corner of your eye as you swam to pull Beast Boy off of Aqualad. Aqualad glares at Beast Boy, his face peppered with red dots from Beast Boy's accidental attack.

“I said, ‘incoming’” he defends himself. Aqualad ignores him and points to another figure swimming into a grotto.

“He’s getting away!” Aqualad swims away, Beast Boy following.

“Wait-” you say, confused. Didn't you just send Trident flying in the other direction? How did he move so quickly? You reluctantly followed your friends into the cavern. You joined them as they observed the two tunnels that split off into two different directions.

“What are we gonna do now?” you think out loud.

“Maybe the question is where were you guys?” Aqualad snaps, turning to the two of you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion while Beast Boy swims forward to be face to face with Aqualad.

“Where was I? Fighting Trident by myself!” He jabbed a squid tentacle into Aqualads shoulder.

“You barely laid a tentacle on him! At least I managed to break his weapon!”

“Dude, that's just wrong. I so broke that fork thing!”

“BOYS!” you yell. “I also fought Trident and I sent him in the opposite direction, and now he's here. There's something going on…” The two began to think, but then perked their heads up. They then point at opposite tunnels.

“There he goes!” they yell at the same time. You stare at the two of them in even deeper confusion. Beast boy swims up to you, making eye contact.

“I saw him! He's that way! I'm right, he's wrong! End of story!” He crosses his tentacles. Aqualad pushes Beast Boy aside so that you were now staring at his dark pupils.

"I'm telling you, he's this way!"

"GUYS, we can just split up," You say flatly, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Aqualad I'm sure you can handle yourself, so I'll go with Beast Boy."

"Aw sweet!- Heyyy…" Beast Boy says to your backhanded comment. Aqualad nods and swims off into the tunnel.

You and Beast Boy were alone in the tunnel when you sighed.

"B.B., why do you keep picking fights with Aqualad?" You asked, still looking ahead. Beast Boy turns to you, acting shocked.

"ME??? It's not my fault Mr. Pretty-Boy-Know-It-All keeps showing off!" He whines.

"Dude, he's just trying to help us. Maybe you should-" you were cut off by a loud booming voice.

"Worthless scum! You cannot beat perfection!" Trident bellowed from behind you. You and Beast Boy turned, already in a fighting position.

"How many of you fork things do you have?" He mumbled as you charged forward.

You dodged his energy bolts, Trident in return dodging your attempts to push him farther back. Beast Boy turns into a turtle, pulling his arms and legs inside. Trident threw his weapon and it bounced off of him, flying into you and sending the two of you hurtling through the water.

"I always win!" You hear him say as you regain your stance. Beast Boy turns into a giant crab, grabbing onto Trident's weapon.

"And I thought Aqualad had a big ego!" He yelled telepathically.

"BEAST BOY GET BACK!" You yell. He swiftly let go, and you shot a jet of water towards Trident, sending him flying into a cavern wall. The cavern shakes, and a mass of boulders come crashing down. All you could see was a crushed trident sticking out from under the rocks. You breathed a sigh of relief until you felt a searing pain in your leg. You look and see a burn mark; Trident probably hit you before you buried him in a pile of rocks. Beast Boy looks at you, a worried expression in his eyes (despite being in the form of an ocean animal).

“I’ll be fine,” you grimace. “Let's find a way out first.” You painstakingly swim until you find a cave similar to Aqualads. You drag yourself towards the land as Beast Boy turns back into his human form. Right after you pull yourself up, you see Aqualad jump out of the water. He sees the two of you, and runs to meet up with you. He and Beast Boy begin to talk at the same time.

“ I just saw Trident!... No, you didn't!... Yes, I did! Cut it out!”

“I don’t care what you say! I fought Trident!” Beast Boy yelled, a vein nearly jumping out of his forehead.

"That's impossible!" Aqualad counters, his fists clenched so tight you thought you saw blood.

They both seemed to be prepared to fight each other. You jumped in between them, holding both their heads back as they flail their arms, trying to get a hit at each other.

"You know," You begin, silencing the two boys. "When Robin asked me to join you guys, I didn't want to. You two are heroes that just met each other and you were already fighting! But he told me that I could handle it and he's right! I can handle the both of you; but it seems to me that you guys can't handle each other. So here's what's gonna happen: I'm gonna heal myself because oh right! I got BURNT and you two are gonna talk it out." You let go of the boys, and they watched as you limped over to the edge of the water, plopped yourself down, and started pulling the ocean water to your leg. You listened in a little as you concentrated the water on your leg. It only took a few seconds to heal your burn, it was only surface level and you had gotten better at using your healing powers. They were still talking as you noticed what was in front of you: hundreds of Trident clones and yellow Trident capsules-eggs attached to the ceiling.

"Uh guys…" you say, rejoining them, but they had seen it too.

"One Trident is bad…" Aqualad says.

"... but this is…" Beast Boy adds.

"... an entire …" You say.

"...ARMY!" One of the tridents finishes your thought.

They all charge, and the three of you brace or impact. You raise your arms and a wave of water takes out a small group of the monster clones. You dodge their attacks, shooting jets of water at their heads. You see Beast Boy get flung into a machine, and an egg hatching sequence begins on the screen. You regroup with the other boys in front of the machine.

"Oops," Beast Boy said sheepishly.

"Great," Aqualad groaned as the clones began to close in.

"We need a plan," You mumble.

A group of the clones began to speak.

"My brilliant plan is already a success"

"If one of me was perfect…"

"Why not make more?"

"You can never have too much of a good thing"

"Once my army conquers Atlantis…"

"I will declare war on the surface world! Everyone on the planet will bow down before me"

"And praise my perfection!"

Aqualad whispers to the both of you as the clones cheer. "Any bright ideas?"

Beast Boy whispered back. "Just one. Try to keep up." He turned to the clones. "So if you're all perfect, which one of you is the best?" He asked.

One of the tridents answered. "I am!... Huh?"

As soon as you understood what Beast Boy was doing, you grinned. Aqualad stepped up.

"Come on. You can't all be the best." He says.

"One of you must be better than the others," You add.

One of the tridents step forward. "I am the original!I am the best!"

"You are not the original"

"I am!" Multiple tridents yell at once.

"Nonsense you inferior fools! I am perfect! I am Trident! "

You watch in amusement as the clones turn on each other and the fight turns into a full on brawl. The fight eventually ends, and all the tridents laid on the ground, defeated. Aqualad turns to Beast Boy.

"Great idea," He says. You noticed that there were no hints of sarcasm in his voice. Whatever they said to each other earlier must have made them work better together, you figured.

"Kinda got it from you," Beast Boy says."Now we just have to stop those from hatching." He points to the yellow pod filled ceiling. Right as he said that, the screen on the machine behind you hit 0 on the timer and the word "begin" flashed on the screen.

"Too late!" The three of you yelled at the same time. New Trident clones were breaking through their membrane "eggs". Beast Boy instinctively turns into a hippopotamus and tramples the crowd, creating a path to the ocean. You and Aqualad sprint behind Beast Boy, dodging the clones' outstretched arms. You all dive into the water, the Tridents close behind.

"We can't let them escape! We need to find some way of sealing the exit!" Aqualad yells telepathically.

"Right now, I'm just worried about getting to the exit." Beast Boy replies. You didn't look back, but you could feel the clones closing in. As you got closer to the exit you saw a familiar looking silhouette.

"The T-sub!" You exclaimed as you swam out of the cave. The clones stop in their tracks in confusion.

"Huh?" You hear one of them say.

You moved out of the way as the sub sent beams towards the entrance of the cave. The Blast caused a pile of rubble to fall, blocking the exit. You smile at your team who's cheering (along with Aqualad’s friend Tramm) inside their pods. The three of you turn bad to observe the T-sub’s work.

“Good thing Trident likes himself so much, 'cause I'm thinking he won't see anybody else for a looong time.” Beast Boy says.

You find yourself on the surface again, on the shore of the Titan’s Tower. Raven and Starfire both continue to look at Aqualad with heart eyes as Robin steps forward.

“Consider yourself an honorary titan” he says with a smile, holding out a familiar black and yellow communicator for him to take. “We couldn't have done it without you. Thanks.”

“Right back at you. It's good to know there's people up here I can trust.” Aqualad looks at you and Beast boy. He says goodbye to Raven and Starfire, who blushingly say it back. He then turns to Beast Boy.

“What can I say, dude? You're the best.” Beast Boy says.

“Nah. You're the best.”

“Yeah, you're right. And if you ever want me to prove it, I'm always up for a race.”

“Just try and keep up.” Aqualad laughs, patting his head. He finally turned to you.

“Aquagirl, it's been really nice to meet you. Next time you’re near Atlantis, give me a call and I’ll show you around. There's so much to show you,” he stretched out his hand for a handshake, but you pulled him in for a hug. He was surprised at your gesture, but soon returned it. Raven and Starfire looked at you with pure envy as you pulled back with a smile.

“I’ll take your word for it, Aquacousin” you say, making a reference to your nickname for him earlier. He laughs, then waves goodbye. The six of you wave back as he swims back into the ocean. Robin gently put his hand on your shoulder.

“You did a great job today Aquagirl. I knew I could count on you.”

“You know you can always count on me, dude.” you say with a smile. “Now I’m kinda hungry. Anyone up for pizza?”

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