#which is true actually… I don’t like that man. self righteous pain in my ass
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Helpess (Part Eight)
This part’s a wee bit shorter (maybe 800-1000 words shorter) than the others have been, but I hope you like it!
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Billy was never the romantic type. He didn’t pine, didn’t lose himself in a pretty girl’s eyes, didn’t beg, but damn…
…You were making him want to.
He was watching you sleep—something he never imagined himself doing—and all he could think about was the last thing you’d said before you’d fallen asleep. Disappear. You were going to disappear on him—again.
“Don’t,” he had said back, his heart—of all things—speaking up before his brain could even get a grasp on what you just said, “Don’t.”
Shit had moved fast when he first met you; Billy went to picking up a pretty girl at a bar to burying himself inside of her for days on end. He never did that—he wasn’t a repeat offender, not unless there was something in it for him (intel, prestige—shit, even bragging rights were enough of a motivation for him). But with you… Man, Billy had just liked being around you from the get, had liked the ease of your relationship. It was just so… natural between the two of you, and he had never experienced that before. He liked it, as much as he tried to downplay it and pretend he didn’t; he did. He liked having you in his life.
But when he left, and came back to find you gone, things had slowed down to a crawl in his life.
He had still been busy—Anvil was just getting on its feet, he had paid his debt to Rawlins, he was his own man—but his life had just seemed so… slow without you in it. Which was ridiculous, given how little he’d known about you, and how little you knew about him. But it was true. And now that you were back in his life, shit was moving fast again. Except this time, he was determined to keep up with you.
He woke up before you, and Billy spent a good fifteen minutes arguing with himself over whether or not to wake you up. He wanted to be inside you, wanted to kiss you and caress you and hold you. He wanted—needed—to make you stay with him, and the only way he knew how to do that was to convince you with his body, because he wasn’t at all confident that his words could do the trick. But he also wanted you to rest. You’d gone through so much so quickly—and he knew, from the moment you’d propositioned him for sex in the safe house, that you still hadn’t had the chance to properly mourn your brother. He could see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice, and feel it in your touch; you were hurting, and it killed him that there was nothing he could do to fix it for you. All the money and power and success he’d accumulated, and yet he still didn’t have the power to take your pain away.
Newly agitated, Billy decided to let you rest. He got up, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead—another thing he usually didn’t do that he easily did with you—and got dressed.
Frank was already up—not that Billy was surprised. He was drinking a cup of coffee (black, Billy knew), and staring at the monitors. He was watching a woman and two kids, and it took Billy a second to recognize them.
“That Micro’s family?” Billy asked, coming to stand beside his best friend.
Frank nodded. “They have no idea he’s alive,” he said, eyes still on the monitors, “They have no idea who I really am…”
“Ah…” Billy put his hands in his pockets. “They know you as Pete,” he guessed.
“Yeah.”
Billy moved, made himself a cup of coffee, and then came back to stand next to Frank again. The mom was fixing the kids breakfast while they sat at the table, and Billy wondered if that was how things were supposed to be. Frank’s childhood had been like that; Frank’s family had been like that. But Billy never had that. You did, though, for a little while. That was probably worse, Billy thought; having a family, parents who loved and cared for you, and then not having them. He’d never had that, and he was never let down by his foster parents because he had no expectations of them. But you did. And you’d gotten Joe Yakavetta, a man who used you as a tool, putting you in danger and painting a target on your back so he could get rich.
Billy was itching to kill him.
“You never told me about her,” Frank said, breaking Billy out of his thoughts.
Billy took a sip of his coffee. “There was nothing to tell. We were… a thing,” he explained, “and then we weren’t. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see her again, but then…”
“Then this happened.” Frank nodded. “Small world.” He turned to Billy. “It’s almost like it’s—”
“—don’t say it,” Billy groaned.
“—Fate,” Frank finished, grinning.
“You know I don’t believe in that shit,” Billy said back, turning back to the screens, “You see me being helpless to something like fate? Nah,” he shook his head, “fuck that.”
“I dunno, man,” Frank went on, “only you would pick a girl who was raised by a crimelord and drives like Ghost Rider. And only you would be involved with a girl who happens to be on the shit list of the guy who’s pals with the guy on our shit list.” He swallowed a gulp of coffee. “Seems like fate to me.”
“Kiss my ass, Frankie,” Billy turned to Frank, “You get Madani to see sense?”
“About putting Rawlins and Yakavetta and whoever else gets in the way in the dirt?” He shook his head. “Nah.”
“Eh,” Billy shrugged, “she’s in for a rude awakening.”
“Yeah,” Frank agreed, “This gonna be a problem for you? Workin’ with her? I know things didn’t exactly end well between you two.”
Billy grimaced. Madani had been a fun distraction for a short while for him, but she was predictable. He’d seen her coming a mile away; he knew her type. Self-righteous and born with a silver spoon, a bleeding heart with a strict moral code and lack of life experience. He’d known she wanted something more than sex when she first approached him, but it took him a few days to figure out what. But he did. He always did, eventually. He didn’t mind her using him to get to Frank, he was using her right back, after all. She hadn’t been happy when she put two and two together, and she was really unhappy when she inevitably realized that Billy walked away with much more intel than she had by the end of it. “That ain’t the problem,” he said, “the problem is with Y/N.”
“Fuck Bill, I thought you aged out of love triangles.”
“I did,” he said, smirking despite himself, “but this isn’t that.” He took another sip of his coffee, frowning now as he thought about the way you’d asked Madani about your brother, the hurt and disappointment he’d heard in your monotone voice… “Madani treats Y/N like a pawn,” he explained, “Like she’s just a case, not a person. And if she keeps pulling this ‘pillar of justice, I’m here to protect you’ shit,” he shook his head, “I dunno if I can keep it together, Frankie.”
Frank laughed, and Billy looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “No, that’s… It’s cute,” Frank said, “It’s nice—seeing you like this over a girl. I never thought the Beaut…” He shook his head, lips on the rim of his mug. “Didn’t really know if you had it in you, but Maria did.” His eyes shimmered the way they always did when he was thinking of his wife—not the corpse, but his actual wife, when she was alive and vibrant and his perfect mate. “She said there’d be a girl who could get you like this. She knew.”
“Like what?”
“Like… this.” Frank gestured to all of Billy. “Man, we’re maybe hours away from killing Rawlins or dying trying, and you’re thinkin’ about Y/N. Not yourself, not what happens to Anvil if you die, not what kind of power you inherit if we kill Rawlins—you’re thinking of Y/N and how she’s been treated. I just…” He smiled, the look soft on his face. It made Billy think back on their days in the Marines, that look. When Frank smiled like that, he looked younger, lighter… “I want that for you. I really do.”
“Thanks,” Billy said, looking down into his coffee, “I… Fuck, man. I want that, too.” He looked up at Frank. “I want that with her, and I’m not even sure what the hell ‘that’ even is.”
Frank laughed. “Oh, man, I can help you out with that—it’s love, man. It’s fate,” he patted Billy on the shoulder as he walked past, “It’s letting yourself be helpless.”
It took you a minute to figure out where you were when you first woke up. But when you did, the first thing you did was reach out for Billy, but he was gone.
What else was new?
Sighing, you got up and got dressed, your muscles burning from last night’s activities. You and Billy had… You shook your head—there was no you and Billy. There was Billy, and there was you. And if things took a turn here, if Joe saw you coming and gave you the same treatment he’d given Ronnie… there wouldn’t even be a you anymore. But, in all honesty—you were fine with that. As long as you took Joe down with you, you’d be happy. You opened the door—
—and jumped. Billy was standing on the other side, one of his perfect eyebrows raised as he looked down at you.
“You hungry?” Was all he asked.
You followed him into the main room of the warehouse, and you sat down to breakfast—toast, eggs, and the strongest coffee you’d ever had—with Billy freaking Russo and the Punisher. It was weirdly nice, though, and you enjoyed watching the easy back and forth between the two men. Micro woke up next, and he plopped himself down next to you, much to Billy’s chagrin. For a few minutes, as you sat and talked with the guys, you forgot that you were on the run, you even forgot how hollow you were, and instead, you could pretend you were just having breakfast with your friends and… someone who was more than a friend to you.
Then Madani walked in, bringing the crushing weight of reality with her.
“I can deputize you,” she said as a greeting.
“The fuck does that mean?” Frank grumbled around a mouth full of eggs.
“It means give us temporary badges,” Billy answered for her, frowning, “It would make us temporary Homeland Security agents and her our boss.” He took a sip of his coffee. “It’s a joke, and she’s not authorized to do that anyway.”
Madani’s face scrunched up the way it did whenever Billy called her on her shit. “It would be retroactive,” she explained, “but it would allow you to bring Rawlins and Yakavetta in without—”
“Are you still on that?” Frank shook his head. “There’s no bringing them in, Madani—none of ‘em. At best, Rawlins is getting a bullet in his head, at worst, he goes slow—but either way, he goes.”
“That’s against the law, Castle—”
“You think I give a shit about the law?!” Frank boomed, standing up so quickly that his chair toppled to the floor. “My family’s dead, Madani! Micro’s a fucking ghost, Billy sold his soul—that��s all on Rawlins’ orders! He doesn’t get to walk away! He doesn’t get to rot in a jail cell. He rots in the grave,” his eyes were wide and wild, “and if you want to stop me, Madani, you better make sure your aim is good.”
“You’re gonna have to kill me, too,” Micro declared, standing up. When his chair didn’t fall, he kicked it to the floor.
She turned to Billy, who just continued drinking his coffee. Defeated, Madani turned her attention to you. “I can’t protect you from this,” she warned you, “If you join up with them and kill Rawlins—”
“To be honest,” you interrupted, “My chances of killing this Rawlins guy are pretty low. But Joe?” You shook your head. “If anyone but me kills him, I’m gonna be disappointed.”
She sighed, taking a step closer to you. “Y/N,” she tried again, “if you do this, I can’t grant you immunity. The robberies and heists and everything else—those I can get you immunity for, but murder?” She shook her head. “They’ll put you away for life. Can you imagine that? Four walls and a cement bench being your only privilege? No drag races, no chases,” she took another step, “No more roar of an engine or smell of gasoline. Is that what you want?” She was right in front of you now. “Is that what your brother would have wanted for you?”
Your response was immediate. “Ronnie’s dead. He doesn’t want anything anymore.”
“You can either get on board,” Frank said to Madani, “or get the hell out. We don’t have time for this.”
“I can’t let you—” she started.
“For fuck’s sake,” Billy groaned, whipping a gun out and pointing it at Madani as he stood up, “Let’s just make this easier, huh, Frankie?”
“Bill…” Frank said, frowning.
Madani pulled her gun out, too, and pointed it at Billy. “Put. Your. Weapon. Down, Russo.”
“Madani—” Frank tried.
“C’mon, Frankie,” Billy said, his eyes still on Madani, “We ain’t got time for this. Every second we waste on this same argument is time Rawlins and Yakavetta have to get away. I’m not lettin’ him disappear on us again.”
“She’s a cop, man!” Micro said, eyes wide. “We can’t—she’s—we—”
“Give the word, Frank,” Billy said, his tone even.
You looked at Frank. He seemed to be considering it, but he shook his head. “She’s just tryin’ to do her job, Bill.”
Billy clicked his tongue, clearly unhappy with the decision, but lowered his weapon.
Madani did the same. “I could have you arrested for that, Russo,” she hissed, “How are you gonna run your business from prison?”
“Can we get to the part where the cop leaves and we get on with this,” you drawled, still in your seat, “Because Billy’s right—we’re wasting time here. So, Agent Madani, you’re either with us, or against us. You can come with and try that divine justice thing out for the .5 seconds before we kill them, or you can fuck off and let us do what has to be done. Which is it?”
She tucked her gun away, sighing. “I’m coming with you,” she said, “because I… I owe you, Y/N. I’m want… I’m going to protect you.”
Billy was in front of her in a second, his dark eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared down at her. “I’m telling you right now,” he growled, “you do anything to get in the way here…”
“…She’s dead,” Frank said, stepping over to them and putting his hand on Billy’s shoulder, “she knows, Bill. Don’t you, Madani?”
She nodded, eyes on Billy. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was serious. Billy made an aggravated noise and moved away, sitting back at the table with you.
“Let’s get started, then,” he said, voice low.
For the next three and a half hours, the five of you sat at the table and planned out what was going to happen. By the time that it was over, you were ready to go.
“We got one hour before T-time,” Frank said, standing up, “Gear up.”
Madani turned to you, opening her mouth to speak, but was interrupted when Billy stood up, taking your wrist in his hand. “Come on,” was all he said as he dragged you back to your room.
Billy kicked the door shut behind him and turned to you. “I want you to stay here,” he started, “but,” he went on, his eyebrows raised, “I know you won’t. So I need you to at least make me a promise.”
“Okay…?”
“Promise me that you’ll listen to me when we’re out there,” he said, “Just… There’s gonna be a lot going on, and I need you to stay safe.”
“Aw, c’mon man,” you waved your hand in the air, “You’re gonna get paid either way; Homeland’s good for it.”
“I’m serious, Y/N. I need you to be safe, I can’t—” He stopped, taking a step back. “I just need you to be safe.”
Normally, you would have let Billy deflect. Hell, you were a grade-A deflector yourself, but considering the fact that you were only 59 minutes away from a possibly violent death, you figured you’d push. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you need me to be safe?” You asked. “You told me you took this job because it was personal to you, and I get that, I do, but… The job’s done, man. Homeland is compromised, and even if it wasn’t, Madani is gonna wash her hands of me after this, I know it. So why does it matter to you if I stay safe or not?”
“Because,” Billy answered, glaring, “it does.”
“Yeah, but why? You have your own fight with Rawlins, why are you worried about me?”
“Because.”
“Because what, Billy?” You glared up at him. “Because what? Tell me. Say it.”
“Because I fucking care about you,” he growled, grabbing you by the shoulders, “Jesus, Y/N, I was hypnotized by you from the moment I first saw you, and when we hooked up, I thought that would cure me, but it didn’t. Fuck,” he sighed, “You think I wanted this? To care about you like I do? Cause I didn’t—but I do, so here we are.”
“Billy…”
“And I know,” he went on, dropping his hands, “I know you want to disappear, and I… I get that, but…” He sighed. “Fuck… I don’t want you to.” His eyes were staring into yours, and you felt your chest tighten as you looked at him. “I’m not—I need you to be safe, regardless of what happens, but… If we survive this, I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.”
“So…” You licked your lips, unsure of what you were feeling, but knowing that it was distinctively related to Billy. “What… What do you want then?” You knew it was hard for Billy to be open like this with you, and you weren’t trying to push him (anymore), but you had to know. So much of your back and forth with Billy was unsaid, and you just… you needed things to be said. Just in case. You didn’t want to die not knowing what you meant to him—especially if you meant something to him.
He shrugged one shoulder. “You,” he answered, “I just want you.”
Once he said that, it was impossible for you to do anything but kiss him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let yourself melt against him. Kissing Billy, being in his arms, made everything else fall to the wayside. “You want me?” You whispered against his lips. “You want me?”
“I want you,” he repeated, his tongue slipping into your mouth, “and I need you to stay glued to my side this whole time, alright?”
You wanted to argue, but how could you when he was kissing you like that, and his hands were on you? You couldn’t. So instead, you just kissed him back, trying to bring him closer.
He was smiling when you pulled back. “I need to hear it,” he said, his lips ghosting over you chin, “I need to hear that you’ll stay safe and listen to me out there…”
“I’m starting to think this whole ‘listen to me’ thing is some kind of secret kink…” You grinned.
He bit your neck, and you squealed. “Say it.”
“Okay, okay,” you giggled, “I’ll listen to you and stay as safe as I can.”
“As you can?” Billy titled his head to the side. “That the best you can do?”
“I dunno,” you purred, “Can you make me cum in less than an hour?”
Billy grinned.
Five minutes later, you were on your back with your pants around your ankles and your chest heaving. Billy was next to you, propping himself up on his elbow as he grinned down at you. “Any other requests?” He asked.
You shook your head, your body tingling from the force of the orgasm he’d given you—using only his fingers.
Chuckling, Billy leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Let’s get you dressed,” he said.
You let Billy dress you—again—and you smiled when he lifted you up and sat you up, propping your back on the pillow. You closed your eyes, still smiling, as he helped you into your shoes, feeling pampered, but frowned when you felt something heavy on your lap. You opened your eyes to see a bullet-proof vest. “Oh.”
“You need to wear that at all times,” he said, all-business.
You pouted.
Billy flicked his tongue out and licked his two fingers, chasing the taste of you.
You put the damn vest on.
Later, you, Billy, Frank, Micro, and Madani stood in the garage of the warehouse. Billy and Frank were armed to the teeth, you’d been given a gun, Micro had his… computers and stuff, and Madani had her guns. Your skin felt too tight; you were excited and anxious and scared and ready; you still had the taste of Billy’s lips on yours—you were ready to get this done.
“Micro’ll take the van,” Frank said, clarifying the plan for the benefit of no one, “Y/N, you’re driving the rest of us. We follow the plan,” he said, glancing over at Madani with a scowl, “and if we die…”
“…We die,” Billy finished for him. He looked down at you. “But we’re not gonna die.”
“Look at Russo, the optimistic!” Micro cheered.
“Alright,” you grinned, running your fingers across the hood, eager to be behind it, “Let’s fucking do this.” You looked over at Billy, a man who you’d met in a bar who was now the only person you had left in the world.
No matter what happened—you refused to be helpless. You wanted a life after this, wanted to work out whatever you were with Billy with Billy, wanted to be a permanent fixture in his life. But more than that—
—you wanted revenge. And if you had to die to get it, well…
…you’d die.
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The Line between Respectful and Stupid - Pt.5
Keep Calm and Stay Professional
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2180
Warnings: swearing, Steve being a dumbass
Summary: Meeting reality can be a bit harsh, Steve turns out to be as much of an ass as everyone was saying and Natasha Romanoff might deserve a life promotion.
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The way back to SHIELD headquarters was silent as was the taking off. Three agents identified themselves, arriving in three different cars; you two rode in the middle one when coming to the closest private airport. During the flight, no one uttered a word – it was like Steve had no idea what to say now and you had no idea what you were allowed to say. So silence it was; and it was far from the comfortable one you were in after he had found you sleeping by his bedside.
You arrived back at Triskelion; you parted ways with a quiet nod, because hand-shake might be painful for you.
On medical, the doctor on duty was praising the lovely stitches you had, looking honestly shocked when you told her they were Steve’s – Captain America’s. You called him his rank, because you knew where your place was and since you were back to reality, Steve seemed to realize it too. ‘Common sense’ met ‘SHIELD training of agents (over)respecting their superiors’ and this was the result.
Life went on. You returned to paper-pushing, because you had been hurt on the mission and you definitely couldn’t go back to the field since you weren’t even able to fire your gun correctly or do extensive exercise. Life went on and it was… boring and grey. The only highlight was Harry smacking your uninjured arm with a worried-slash-playful hiss of ‘I told you NOT to get shot.’ His concern was heart-warming.
It had been a week. With a little help of lady fortune, you had met Steve Rogers – correction, Captain America, Sir – three times.
The first time, he was with an agent you didn’t recognize. Yet, you couldn’t help but smile when seeing him. Your “Morning, Captain Rogers. Morning, Agent,” (because your ma’ raised you right) was almost enthusiastic, yet kept professional. The agent responded with the same greeting. Steve… gave an inconspicuous nod. You could feel your stomach drop, but tried not to read too much into it.
The second time though, he was alone. You greeted him the same way, except it was the afternoon. And Captain Rogers responded with a silent stiff nod only. Again.
The third time you saw him in your way, you honestly wanted to take another route to your office space just to avoid him. But you could tell that his companion spotted you even when they were talking business or whatever; it would look bad if you suddenly spun on your heels in the middle of the corridor and disappeared. So, you decided to be a big girl who wasn’t hurt by Captain’s indifference towards her and continued walking with a lump growing in your throat.
Your heart was practically jumping ahead of the rest of your body – that was how fast it was beating. You hoped it didn’t show.
“Captain Rogers, Agent Romanoff,” you said, way quieter than was polite. Neither of them seemed to mind.
Captain Rogers gave you his typical nod of acknowledgement, making you want to scream.
Asshat! So full of himself! Arrogant dumbass!
And you had been a dumbass too of course, for not realizing right away that he had been ‘friendly’ simply because of something called ‘professional courtesy’ and ‘inconvenient circumstances’. Translated to everyday speech – because he had had to and you had been the only person in the twenty-mile radius. Now, he was the legend who wasn’t mingling with ordinary agents and apparently didn’t have the decency to return a hello.
‘My ma’ raised me right’ my ass, Rogers.’
The shocking part came when Agent Romanoff reciprocated your greeting with a smile that looked too suspicious on her lips.
“Agent 19.”
So… she knew who you were.
That’s not concerning at all.
The moment you passed the golden pair – and of course, why would Captain America even spare one glance at you aka no-name-chic from nowheresville when he was used to the company of the Black Widow aka the gorgeous badass Natasha Romanoff –, you released a shaky breath, not bothering to hide your shocked expression at the woman addressing you.
Later, you would come to conclusion they had been going through the failed mission you and Captain had been to and their briefing had been very thorough. After that, you didn’t give it a second thought.
What you didn’t know was what followed the short interaction between the three of you. You never saw the pair of legendary agents circle the corner, you never heard and saw the gorgeous badass Natasha Romanoff smack Steve’s arm with a surprising force for such a thin woman.
“You’re a dumbass, Rogers, you know that? She’s kinda cute.”
“Don’t I know it…” he mumbled, stroking his bicep, seemingly hurt.
“Which part?” she hissed, wondering if she should just ask you out for him. It would be almost like a mission, you two meeting an asset… an ass-et in this particular case, because she couldn’t believe this blond idiot.
Really? Ignoring you despite liking you, because you could potentially work together on an assignment again somewhere far in an unforeseeable future and he didn’t want you two to potentially be compromised?
Geez, Rogers.
Steve sighed. “Both, Romanoff. Both.”
Good, she thought. At least he was admitting to being stupid. Maybe he wasn’t a completely lost cause after all. Maybe he just needed few more pushes.
“SHIELD’s rules are stupid.“
You looked up from the report you were re-reading after your friend, blinking at the man towering above you. He stood there in front of your desk like a righteous angel of exasperation, jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket as if he was your average fellow citizen.
The man who was occupying unfair amount of space in your head and hadn’t spoken to you since leaving the cabin-slash-safe-house.
“St- Captain,” you corrected yourself as you imagined there were people listening to you and as you reminded yourself that this indeed was Captain Rogers talking with a low-life agent, which he clearly was fully aware of now. “What-“
“And by SHIELD’s rules being stupid I mean me. So I guess you can add ‘dumbass’ to that list of yours.”
Your knee-jerk reaction – after you realized what he was talking about – was to oppose that it was not your list by any means. But you wisely kept your mouth shut and took a quick survey of who was watching this surreal exchange instead.
You saw Wendy sitting in the opposite boot watching Steve’s bottom (no blame here, sister), Jack in the corner with his eyebrow raised, Kate who was clearly not concerned by her technically-superior hearing the music blasting from her headphones as she was listening to YouTube videos and swaying in the rhythm, and of course Harry, the retiring know-it-all-saw-it-all (the nice kind with funny stories from the field), was sitting at his desk, arms crossed on his chest, an amused grin on his face.
You escaped his gaze, looking back at Steve wide-eyed.
“I’m— sorry, Sir? I don’t think I understand.”
“The rule is that SHIELD operatives shouldn’t be involved with each other. And while it might be true that it could compromise them in the field, that rule is just ridiculous, because we’re not even on the same team and the chances that we will need to work together again are slightly above zero.”
You stared at him speechless. What was he saying again? Your brain was very slow in processing his words. He clenched his jaw when you gave him no actual reaction and he scratched the back of his neck, obviously uncomfortable. He lowered his voice when he spoke again.
“Sorry. That’s not at all how I wanted this to go.” He squatted then, so you were on the same eye-level since you were still sitting in the chair, too dumbstruck to do anything else than stare and occasionally stutter a word or two. Steve gulped as if he was the one nervous. Honestly, you weren’t sure what you were then. “I’m sorry. Would you like to have dinner with me? Or coffee? Or anything really?”
That did it. Your jaw fell on your desk, the words feeling like a bucket of cold water splashing in your face. The mixture of awe, warm feeling in your chest and dizziness took over you; in the end, disbelief won though. Because honestly, no matter how adorable Steve Rogers was now, crouching by your desk, watching you with his deep cerulean eyes, you couldn’t believe his nerves.
That was how he thought he could play it? Ignore you for a week, barely nodding at you in a greeting when meeting you in the corridors, and then just walk in like the king of the world, all the womankind falling to his feet?
No thank you, I have some self-respect left.
Though… for him, you might forget it.
No, nope.
But-
The inner fight between the urge to kiss him senseless for showing up with such proposition and to kick him in his balls, because no, mister, this is not the way the world works, not even for you, was raging in you, resulting in a stutter.
“I-uhm… you… you didn’t even say hi for a week, what— what changed?”
That was good, right? You deserved an explanation at least? That was perfectly reasonable, unlike someone else’s behaviour?
He gulped, his expression shifting from a puppy look to a kicked puppy look.
Damn, my heart. The world was so unfair, allowing some people to soften others’ anger just by being cute…
“I know. And I’m sorry. I thought that we shouldn’t talk together, because we weren’t allowed to… get involved and I needed time process all that. That’s part of the reason why I’m stupid. Dumb, I mean. Dumbass.”
You couldn’t help it. The corners of your lips twitched. How could one be mad at Steve Rogers, who was willingly calling himself a dumbass and being so sweet? You were such a weak creature, dammit.
“Yes,” you whispered shyly, the need to bite your lip as your nerves worked physically hurting you.
Steve’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he frowned a little; you only realized then that he couldn’t possibly have an idea if you were just approving of him eating humble pie or saying yes to his… date proposition? You would have thought it was just a friendly offer, but he had been the one to call it ‘get involved’, okay?
Twice.
Also, it was to a bit of both, the yes you were saying. Not that you had the heart to admit it, yet.
“I mean— yes, I’d like that.”
His lips spread in a beautiful grin that sent your heart racing, especially in the combination with his happily twinkling blue eyes.
“Swell!” he exclaimed, almost making you choke. Who the hell was still using that word? No, don’t answer that. “I’ll bring flowers.”
You chuckled at that, incredulous, remembering he had said he should have bought them to you before seeing too much skin of yours. The euphoria of what was happening had nearly the same effect on you as the pain-meds a week ago. It made you brutally honest and babbling.
“Planning on getting so far on the first date, Steve?”
The tips of his ears turned red as he realized what conclusion you must have come to. His eyes widened in horror. Oh boy, you were about to have so much fun with getting him flustered, that was for sure.
“I didn’t mean it like-“
And because you were honest, babbling, but also bold, you leaned to him over the desk before you could change your mind and pressed your lips to his cheek for a split second.
“I’m teasing, Captain. I have no doubt you’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
Utterly awed at your gesture, he smiled at you brightly. “I’ll try. Dinner on Saturday sounds good?”
“Sounds great actually. And good,” you winked at him as he rose to his feet and you handed him your card out of habit, doubting he needed it – after all, he could just find you here if he hadn’t somehow found your phone number already. “If you try hard enough, I might add ‘gentleman’ to the list.”
He left you to your desk duties with a laugh. You caught a glimpse of Harry showing you a thumps-up as your gaze followed Steve’s figure out of the door and you blushed.
The moment you couldn’t see Steve anymore, you hid your face in your palms, giggling like a schoolgirl. You didn’t care what your co-workers would think – and yes, you noticed that Kate had turned off the music in favour to listen your conversation. It didn’t matter.
You were having a date on Saturday. With the
world’s first superhero
dumbass
hard kind-ass
smartass
tight-ass
tight ass.
And boy, were you excited. You needed to scratch the tight-ass from the list, because man, Steve Rogers didn’t mind breaking the rules and crossing the lines when they were stupid.
To be honest, you didn’t mind either. Not at all. After all, it would be with the blessing of your superior. And that had to mean something, right?
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I couldn’t help but hint Natasha’s involvement, because ‘matchmaker Widow’ for the win and Steve-Natasha friendship goals.
I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it. Thank you for reblogs and likes and, of course, for reading in the first place.
Kudos to you all. :-*
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How many people were tested just for others anyway? Gordon's wife and daughter, Daniel (the wiki says it was also for shoplifting but he was 16 so I call bs), literally everyone except Lynn and her husband in Saw III, and my memory past 3 is fuzzy but that one lying author's wife comes straight to mind. They weren't being tested for whatever John pretended his survival of the fittest policy was they were terrorized tortured and/or killed for basically nothing but the pain of the target.
Anon you’re so valid TuT
ITS TRUE AND WE SHOULD ALL SAY IT!!! Also, I wrote this little part last, bc I just wanted to give fair warning that I went blind into a rage and wrote threethousand words about how much I hate John Kramer, full of very terrible language and spoilers for Saw 1-6, because I go that fucking feral at the sound of his name, and I can’t make everyone scroll past that so I’m putting most of it under the cut, but even if you decide you justifiably fear that rant and don’t read it, just know you are incredibly valid, and John can eat shit and die. Rant start:
John did that bullshit constantly! He would over and over put 1 (one) man he personally wanted to watch suffer on trial and sacrifice /scores/ of people for no reason. No trap, no way to escape, at someone else’s mercy completely or maybe with 0 chance even there bc JOHN KRAMER IS A SACK OF SHIT.
He kills a house full of drug addicts in two, mostly just bc his wife worked w drug addicts and John hates drug addicts, and even though Amanda was in their literal exact same position she does jack shit to stop him and just watches people slowly have their organs deteriorate and start coughing up blood around her!! Including fucking Daniel! Who got an antidote but like, at the 11th hour. Do y’all even understand how biology works John and CO??? If you neutralize a poison after it has deteriorated parts of organs it might save your life but itS NOT A FUCKING HEALTH POTION. Poor Daniel Matthews probably will only live to be like forty tops if he’s super lucky because of that. And he did NOTHING!!! He had shoplifted bc he was going through a teen phase but he’s like sixteen! Everyone was dumb as shit as a teenager, and most people shoplift at some point in their life! It does not earn you slow deterioration of your organs! Poor kid not only watched a man burned to death in an oven, dude have his brains blown out, girl die of prolonged organ failure, and more shit, he himself /killed/ a man as a sixteen year old child to save Amanda Young because he’s got a good heart and is a good person, and that shit is awful! It’s traumatic to kill someone at any age, but as a teenager? And then he got knocked out by her and thrown in a tiny locked safe, tied up and gagged, and kept alive by an oxygen tank in an enclosed space after that massive trauma for or AT LEAST 24 HOURS ! He did NOTHING. It was all just a long-con sacrifice to get Eric Matthews to a specific location. Eric did some real shit, but god, even after everything Daniel did for Amanda and all John’s talk of innocents, neither of them ever even tell Eric he lived! Amanda just locks him up, fights, beats him to she thinks death, and then John keeps him locked up and isolated in a cell for months, only to make him choke himself slowly in a test he doesn’t actually get to participate in to keep a friend from being electrocuted. It’s all kinds of fucked.
Even Jeff did nothing worse than be depressed and obsessive and unavailable to his kid, all Lynn did was have a boyfriend after she and he separated (and tbh the only reason John took her was bc he wanted a doctor and hated her for being one of the docs who told him he had cancer bc John is a pettyass hypocritical stupid sack of shit!) I’m VIBRATING with hatred. Lynn was just a pawn in Amanda’s test! It never mattered if she kept John alive! It only mattered if Amanda decided to fucking shoot her!!! She did her task and died and JOHN KNEW THERE WAS A HIGH PROBABILITY AMANDA WOULD KILL HER AND DID NOTHING TO STOP IT BC JOHN CARES ABOUT NO ONE BUT HIMSELF THE FUCKING WORTHLESS LITTLE WORM.
And the other victims in 3 are a poor college student who ran over someone on accident and feels massive guilt already and served jail time for it who gets his fucking limbs and then head all twisted off while begging for his life because JOHN KRAMER IS A PIECE OF SHIT AND SO IS JEFF TBH. BUT NOT AS BIG OF ONE. The poor girl who is stung up naked in a freezer and sprayed repeatedly with water till she is encased in ice and dead literally just saw the hit and run and ran away bc she was scared!!! Not to mention Jeff’s other kid who gets kidnapped and locked up as collateral! Even if she’s not hurt that’s FUCKING TRAUMATIZING FOR A YOUNG CHILD. And Allison Kerry did nothing wrong! Amanda kills her in the Angel trap literally just bc she’s investigating them! When he targets a detective John’s always like “Ho ho he, I am putting you on trial bc you are obsessed with your work” LIKE, BITCH NO SHE FUCKIN AINT SHE DOIN HER GODDAMN JOB AND U DON”T WANT TO GET CAUGHT YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH THAT JUST LOOKING AT YOUR FACE CAUSES ME TO PRODUCE SO MUCH EXCESS EPINEPHRINE I COULD BOTTLE IT AND SAVE IT FOR LATER. I swear to god, if I had a grenade and I was in the room trapped with a still breathing John Kramer, I would kill pull the pin and take us both! FUCK I would pull the pin and then french kiss the grenade as thanks for letting me see that sack of shit go right to hell!
I don’t remember all of four bc it was really terrible, so I don’t have a lot of thoughts there except woof, but there was a lot of bullshit. Like John’s lawyer who did nothing but try to talk to him about finances enough it pissed John off got kidnapped, won his first game, and then got kidnapped again BC THAT SHIT HEAD SURE NEVER KEEPS EVEN HIS OWN GODDAMNED WORD and was made pawn in the game and then shot bc he didn’t have a chance to save himsefl!!!
In Saw one, also, again, Adam was never being tested. He was just a pawn too. It was Gordon who got to decide to kill him or not, and ADAM LIVED TO SIX OR WHENEVER THE FUCK THE TIME WAS AND JOHN STILL LEFT HIM TO DIE BECAUSE HE”S A HYPOCRITICAL PIECE OF SHIT!!!! And he’s not interesting enough for Johns MASSIVE brainshlong that obviously is so full of right ideas and enlightenment you MICROPENISEDtrulyIDIOTIC self-centered human garbage! He only took Adam at all bc he was there! He said the reason was Adam was pathetic! ADAM WAS DOING HIS BEST YOU CRUSTY ASS RED ROBED TURTLE LOOKIN MOTHERFUCKER. He was a freelance photographer in New Jersey in his early 20s during an economic collapse, and still nice enough to be taking care of stray cats you FUCKING sack of dogshit!
And Gordon? All he did was tell John he had cancer! He was cheating on his wife too, but like, the reason John picked him was that!!! HE THOUGHT!! GORDON SOUNDED TOO COLD WHEN HE TOLD HIM HE HAD CANCER I FUCKING HATE JOHN KRAMER SO MUCH. John Kramer really will see someone smile not as big a smile as he thought they should have given him and be like: “Yo, is anyone going to corkscrew their eyeballs off?” and not even wait for an answer. I fuuuuukning hate him. And that little shitface thought it was somehow chill to order someone else to kill Gordon’s wife and eight year old child who had done JACK SHIT wrong ever if Gordon wasn’t willing to brutally murder a kid in his early 20s who had done nothing wrong????! WHAT THE FUCK. Mr. KRamer.. QUICK QUESTION. WHAT. THE. FUCK. You self-righteous, self-centered, pretentious, pettyass, sadistic motherfucking goddamn worthless excuse for anything!
In five he’s finally dead so I can : ) once. BUT HE STILL FUCKS UP SHIT FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE. SO I’m STILL MAD. All the people Hoffman kills are ppl John told him to, so HE STILL MOTHERFUKIN RESPONSIBLE. In 5 it’s a bunch of people responsible kind of for deaths of people in a low-income neighborhood. One guy was paid to torch an abandoned building, and eight people died in the fire, but he didn’t know anyone was there and feels terrible. He thought it was vacant, it was just arson. Another is a journalist who found out about the arson, and didn’t break the story bc guy 1’s father bribed him. There’s a fire inspector who learned the truth and was bribed by the guy’s dad not to tell too. A city planner who was bribed into selling permits for the land. And Brit, who was the girl who paid for the arson, bc she wanted to make an apartment complex, and maybe actually knew about the 8 people and might have deserved some real payback–it’s unclear???? Regardless. I want to add that the cops had been investigating, had a strong case, and were about to arrest them and hold these people accountable in a legal manner, which John knew bc HOFFMAN WAS IN HIS POCKET, and John so hated the idea of them facing justice justice, he kidnapped them. The fire inspector got dragged into saw blades by her throat and torn apart, the journalist died to a nail bomb, and the city planner got electrocuted in a bathtub. The two who made it had their arms split down the middle up to the elbow to let enough blood out to save them. I cannot. Just.
Anyway. In six, again at DEAD JOHN WHO WON”T QUIT FUCKING EVERYTHING UP’s request, a ‘game’ is played and William Easton (one of my fave protagonists bc he’s a piece of shit but damn if he didn’t have a real glow up in forty-five minutes) is thrown into a hell circuit.
And so, undeservingly, is like, EVERYONE he fucking knows! His janitor Hank is first up. Target for…what was it? OHhhhhh right. He smokes. That was why. That makes so much sense john I’m sorry I doubted you PSYCH I CAN"T EVEN SAY IT AS A JOKE I JUST THREW UP A LITTLE IN MY MOUTH JOHN QUICK Q? WHAT THE FUCK? oh wait it’s because your an ABSOLUTE BASTARD. You would think I would get desensitized but no. It just. It’s fuel on the flame of my rage.
William Easton and the janitor, Hank, are hooked into something that slowly tightens and crushes their ribs any time they take a breath, and whoever doesn’t die first gets to live, and poor goddamn Hank smoked so ofc he can’t outlast a healthy dude in his 30s and John crushes his ribs just to make William watch someone die. Then he makes William pick which of two people to save in trial 2. MEANING HE GODDAMN STRAIGHT UP KIDNAPPED THESE TWO TOTALLY FINE WITH EITHER DYING, IN FACT WITH THE SOUL PURPOSE BEING TO DIE bc who cares about them right John? You fucking pretentious self-righteous creep! I have a year of the Pig teddy bear I named after Peter Strahm JUST for the FUCKING satisfaction of knowing John would hate that bc he was so into year of the motherfucking pig. ANyway. Plot again. Poor file clerk at Williams firm and the poor secretary are the two targets, and literally they did jack shit!!! They work for shitty lawyers but all they do is clock in to a 9-5 and file shit!! They are literally just there to rub it in William’s face that insurance policies aren’t fair bc according to them, one of the humans is worth more than the other bc health and age, but uuuuh oohhh William the older one with health issues is p hard to kill face to face bc you know her and she has kids and the young healthy man in his early 20s family is dead and he doesn’t have friends which means according to John he is worth less bc JOHN DOES THINK YOU CAN CHOOSE BETWEEN LIVES and all of this is here just bc John somehow thought it would be fun to fucking WIN A GODDAMN “I’M RIGHT” ARGUMENT WITH A LAWYER at the expense of brutally hanging a human being with barbed wire!!!
Sidebar–if John Kramer was a real human being, I would go yearly on a fucking pilgrimage to his grave just to SPIT on his stupid corpse. I HATE HIM SO MUCH.
K so young man dies. Then test 3 his attorney dies too, I don’t know much about her, except she is just there to make William feel like shit and they were into each other, and she tries to kill William after he gets hurt trying to save her bc he has the key to her trap in his stomach or chest idr, but she doesn’t get the key in time and dies, and then test 4 he finds his associates strapped to a carousel with a shotgun that picks one at random and blows off their head, and has to let all but two of them get gunned down and choose which two not to kill. And again, they’re kind of shittyass lawyers, but uh. Yeah. To save two, he has to let this huge piece of metal rip through his hand, but William does it and destroys his hand to save the two he can, and suffers picking while they all beg him to pick them bc John wanted to see him suffer picking between human lives again because he’s a goddam self-centered stuck up jerk who vales human life less then admiring his ugly ass dick in the mirror every day and pretending he’s a member of Mensa, the evil utterly irredeemable sack of shit. Anyway, at the end, William has never had a chance to live or die at all! And John was literally just torturing him for fun and killed /all/ those people not even for a test for William but /solely/ to make him suffer bc human lives DON"T MATTER ONE FUCKING IOTA to JOHN SHITASS KRAMER. WHO JUST WANTED TO WIN. AN INTELLECTUAL ARGUMENT. POST-MORTEM. BECAUSE he’s THAT kind of shittyass, pretentious, sanctimonious, better than thou, always right, incapable of wrong, smartest fucking asshole in the room man!!! I bet he doesn’t ever wash his hands when he takes a piss! I KNOW IT! FUCK John Kramer!
ANd OH! William gets killed by a kid who hates him bc he turned down their father’s insurance policy fraudulently, knowing he would die of an illness without the money. BC William was terrible. Which is /so/ great for that fucking teenager! Killing someone horribly with acid while you watch them die and their body be melted! And they beg you not to do it and apologize on the other side of bars, already beat to shit, and plead for forgiveness, and your mom begs you not to, and the dude’s sister sobs and begs you not to!!! SO GOOD! Way to go john you FUCKING CUNT, they definitely value their lives now you goddamn motherfucking souless sack of shit!
I-I don’t even have the energy to do the other Saw movies or go back over the other victims in Saw one WHO DID NOTHING WRONG. John just hated them!!! BC HIS WIFE KNEW THEM! In most cases! John just fucking hates drug addicts! OK u know what here’s the short version even if I can’t do them justice rn bc I’m pissed!!! One guy got sliced to death on razor wire for cutting when he was depressed bc John is a piece of shit, one got burned to death after walking on glass for hours bc John doesn’t believe in invisible illnesses and if you’re walking you must be healthy, oh yeah! And the fucking dude Amanda killed in her first trial was just a drug addict! Going to a recovery clinic! He never had a chance to live on his own bc the only choice was if Amanda would cut open his intestines and sift through him for a key while he was awake but too drugged to move or not, and she did! Didn’t even get to plead for his life! ANyway!!!! Fucking as far as I can tell all Zep did was work at the goddamn hospital! He WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO BE NICE TO JOHN and told other people he was a cool dude!!! He was just a janitor!!! WHAT THE FUCK???
I just. God. I hate everything about John Kramer. The way he talks makes me so LIVID I change color like a goddamned chameleon. He is so ready to argue his stupid shitty fucking ethics with anyone who breathes in a ten mile radius. Shithead John over here will strap you to a table and make you listen to him talk about how it’s not his fault he poisoned two people and gave them one antidote and a bunch of knives and one of them came out dead, and his hands are clean and people don’t value their lives so they should die while he watches eating fucking cereal I am just–I am so glad John has cancer? Like, the idea of Saw sans John having cancer is unbearable, because I am so afraid the writers would never let him die and we would never be free of the human cancer that is John. The only human being on the planet that has ever been able to make me root for the cancer. But boy in that one and only regard, John is special.
I hate him so much it is unbelievable. Like. I can’t even put it into words. THe pure, unbridled fury I feel when I hear John say, “D’oh ho ho, but I, with these two little handies of mine, hath never pulled the gun’s trigger! Got you there! Where is your science! Where is your god! I am no murderer! I heal people! By sawing off their faces! You just do not understand, oh poor unenlightened human that you are. May you be strapped to a machete car and blessed with my wisdom 😔” I absolutely lose control of 90% of normal human functionality, and all that I have left is righteous justice and bloodlust. It’s unbelievable.
Whichever one of you god-mode-brain peeps made that post saying Eric Matthews had the hardest test in the whole Saw franchise because he had to sit and listen to John Kramer talk for two hours was a GODDAMNED HERO and if you contact me and prove the tumblr account is yours I will paypal you ten dollars and a personalized note thanking you for the joy that gave me because I just really hate John Kramer that FUCKING MUCH. I would cut off my own toes to be able to have something to shove down John Kramer’s throat to make him stop. talking.
There are a lot of things in this world I hate bc I hate things that are unjust, but I hate absolutely nothing more in the universe than a villain who is a self-righteous, hypocritical asshole who won’t even admit that what they are doing is wrong and parades as the tragic genius hero despite knowing GODDAMN well that they are a petty, shitty, hypocritical, absolute fucking MONSTER with no redeemable qualities or capacity for love. And John Kramer is at least my second least favorite character in the history of ANYTHING. Maybe my first. I’m not even sure anymore! Nasty-ass, evil, pretentious, self-righteous, shortsighted, selfish, sadistic, voyeuristic, willfully ignorant, crusty ass useless soulless garbage little SHIT.
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Home for the Holidays 2019
Prompt: Proof (alcohol)
Pairing(s): Lyon & Loke (pre-slash), Lyon & Natsu, Loke & Natsu
A collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404
AO3
August 3rd, 2020
Most of the time Lyon Vastia loved his job as a family law attorney, but some days, it really wore him down. Today was one of those. After a long day in court where nothing had gone his way, he was tired and irritable.
On days when he felt like this, he would normally go home and have a few drinks, but he had house guests at the moment. He figured it wasn’t a good idea to subject Gray and Aki to his crappy mood.
So instead, he entered Crime Sorciere, a small corner bar near the Magnolia Courthouse, frequented by most of the lawyers in the community. He sauntered over to his regular stool and took a seat, grateful it seemed to be a slow night. He called Natsu over to order a drink.
“How’re you feeling, man?” Lyon asked, noting Natsu’s taciturn expression, so different from how he’d been the night before.
“I’ll live, what can I get you?” Natsu replied in a business-like tone, and Lyon knew enough to back off. They weren’t exactly friends yet, although he thought last night might have changed that a little.
“Can you make me one of those Edolas drinks you’re always going on about?” Lyon saw a little excitement enter the younger man’s eyes as he rushed off to make his order, and it improved his mood a little.
Last night had been rough on all of them, for the first time they’d all understood that there was more going on with Natsu than what they’d initially thought. He always acted so cheerfully that they’d never thought to ask what his real situation was. There were no words Lyon could muster to express how deeply sorry he felt for Natsu’s loss, and Natsu clearly wanted to put the whole incident behind him. About the only good thing to come of it was that Gray would hopefully lay off him a little.
Natsu had just returned with his drink when Lyon heard a sigh to his right. A body plopped down on the stool next to his, and he turned to see Loke Regulus looking disheveled, which was definitely a far cry from his usual meticulous appearance. His eyes were red-rimmed behind the tinted glasses he always wore, and he looked like he might still be dressed in the clothes from the previous night.
Loke grabbed the drink before Lyon could object and downed it in one gulp.
“Hey!” Natsu protested, “That was for Lyon!”
“Just make him another one, and one for me. Put it on my tab.” Loke was positively glaring at Natsu, and both he and Lyon looked at each other in confusion as Loke slapped his credit card on the bar. “And keep them coming.”
Natsu grumbled something under his breath but left to prepare the drinks.
“What died and crawled up your ass?” Lyon had no particular interest in Loke or his life, but he’d been spending enough time with the guys from the Dad’s Club to feel like he kind of belonged and should make some sort of effort.
Lyon had never been one to have a lot of friends, he kept his eyes on his goals and let nothing get in his way. He’d hit it off with Gray in college, and there were Yuka and Toby, but that was about it. Although he had to admit, he kind of enjoyed the camaraderie that was starting to develop with these guys.
He knew Loke from having seen him around the courthouse and at the bar for the last couple of years, but until recently, they’d never had much cause to interact. Loke was a notorious flirt, hitting on anything with legs, and that had always irritated Lyon.
“That fucker, he ruined everything!”
“Who?” Lyon blinked at Loke, having no idea what the hell he was going on about.
“Natsu! All his fucking talk last night, it messed me up.”
Natsu had returned, and by the look on his face, he’d caught the tail end of their conversation. He set the drinks down in front of them and walked away.
“Natsu!” Loke called out, but the bartender didn’t stop. Loke slammed his fist on the bar, “Damn it!”
“What the hell, Loke,” Lyon scolded, remembering how upset Natsu had been the night before, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Lucy kicked me out last night,” Loke mumbled, once again downing the drink in one gulp. “Bastard can sure make drinks,” he whistled appreciatively, “Guess he had to be good at something.”
Lyon decided to ignore the jab at Natsu in favor of trying to get more information out of the defense lawyer. “Alright, I’ll bite. Why did she kick you out?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You’re so full of shit. If you didn’t want to talk about it, why say anything in the first place?”
Loke remained silent, sliding his finger along the rim of the glass, so Lyon being the jaded divorce lawyer he was, made an educated guess.
“Let me guess, she found out you cheated on her?
“I have never cheated on her!”
“Don’t act so outraged, I’ve seen you in here all the time, women hanging all over you. A lot of my clients would consider that cheating. Your choice of clients leaves a lot to be desired as well.”
“Don’t be such a self-righteous asshole. Just because I flirt with people doesn’t mean I step out. And by the way, everyone deserves a fair trial, Lyon, not just the people you think are innocent. You can say whatever you want about me, but at the end of the day, you and I aren’t that different. We’re both in this to help others.”
Lyon thought about that for a moment and had to admit there might be some truth to Loke’s words.
Loke turned to look at Lyon, his eyes uncertain, and from years of experience as a divorce lawyer, he recognized the pain hidden in their depths, and he was shocked by the honesty he hadn’t been expecting.
“It was nothing like that. That whole she was my home thing Natsu was going on about last night, it tore me up, okay.” Loke explained, “There was a time when that was true for Lucy and me, but it hasn’t been like that, not for a long time. At least not for me. I’ve tried, we did the therapy, and all sorts of other crazy stuff, even joining the Dad’s Club. But nothing’s changed. I — I’ve just been going through the motions for the girls. When I told Lucy all that, she went into a screaming fit and kicked me out.”
Lyon didn’t know how to respond to that, but it was the most personal thing Loke had ever shared with him, and he was sure his expression reflected his astonishment.
“What?!”
“I’m just surprised, I never thought you cared about anyone but yourself.”
“Fuck you! You don’t know the first thing about me.”
Lyon found that incredibly amusing, “That’s not entirely true.”
Loke raised an eyebrow, not knowing what to make of that response but soon returned to drinking as quickly as possible.
“I’ve checked in to the hotel across from the courthouse, for now. I guess I’ll have to go home and get some of my stuff.”
Lyon grunted in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything in response. He was all too familiar with this stage, the slow realization at the separation, and the impending thoughts about divorce. He already knew what was coming next, and he wasn’t disappointed.
“Hey, you’re a divorce lawyer, aren’t you? Would you be willing to take my case?”
“No, but I’d be happy to recommend you to a good one.”
“Why the hell not? You’re one of the best ones out there.”
“I don’t represent friends on divorces, only stuff like adoption or surrogacy. You know the types of things we learn about people in this profession, it can destroy even the closest friendships. And before you say anything, Gray is a special case.”
“Why? Cause you’re banging him?”
Lyon erupted into fits of laughter, remembering the conversation he’d had with Gray’s brother some months earlier, “Why does everyone think I have something going with Gray, do I give off a gay vibe or something?”
“More of an asshole vibe,” Loke muttered under his breath.
“Nice to know I’m on brand,” Lyon chuckled, looking down to notice two more drinks had been delivered even though Natsu was all the way at the other end of the bar.
“You’re just very protective of him, it’s rather unlike what I know of you,” Loke pointed out with a shrug.
“Gray’s been through a lot, he deserves better, and that’s all I’m going to say about it,” Lyon cautioned, “If you ever have any other family-related legal issue, I’m your guy. But I can’t help you with this.”
“So we’re friends now?” Loke grabbed his drink and sipped it thoughtfully, “Never thought I’d see the day.”
And with something akin to surprise, Lyon realized he didn’t actually mind the idea. Loke was a pain in the ass, but he also wasn’t as bad as Lyon had initially thought.
“Friends,” Lyon agreed, taking a sip from his drink and smiling in appreciation at the flavor. Natsu did, indeed, make good drinks.
He noticed Loke glancing over at where Natsu was standing, his expression conflicted. A few moments later, he got up and walked over to the bartender. They spoke for a few minutes before shaking hands, with Loke reaching over the bar to ruffle Natsu’s hair roughly, laughing as Natsu scrunched his face in outrage.
Lyon snickered into his drink, relieved to see Loke acting more like his usual self but also feeling a bit glum. Even after years of seeing it happen on a regular basis, it still depressed him to see marriages fall apart. Especially when there were kids involved.
He thought of all the lawyers he went up against on a regular basis and grabbing one of his business cards he wrote down two things on the back, the name of a lawyer he thought would be a good match for Loke and on a whim his own phone number.
A/N: We are working on a separate one-shot titled She Was My Home which will deal with the events Loke and Lyon are referring to. Stay tuned....
#fairy tail#ftdadsau#ftlgbtholidays2019#loke & lyon#ftlgbtales#prompt: proof#lyon & natsu#loke & natsu#fics
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Raven Deserves Better
I don’t expect too many people to read this, but this is getting ridiculous.
First of all, never have I ever imagined a world in which there would exist an anti raven reyes tag, but there is. And so with that being said, could I inquire as to why some people are being utter rebels and NOT USING IT? Raven Reyes has done nothing worthy of all this— except, of course, calling people out on all their bullshit.
But then again, I do agree with some points made— maybe the writers are running dry when it comes to Raven. Or maybe they’ve got a (non torturesome) storyline all prepped up for her. But whatever. She and spacekru are the best thing in this whole show (with Clarke being the worst of course.) I couldn’t stand her in season 1 and nearly quit the whole show overall. Even my whole family got tired of the show and why? ‘Cause of Clarke! I’ve read Raven being self-righteous and all, but have you SEEN Clarke? DO PEOPLE JUST IGNORE ALL CLARKE DOES? THIS BITCH ACTS LIKE SHE’S A FREAKING GOD! AND APPARENTLY MUST BELIEVE IT SINCE SHE’S THE ONE WITH HER HEAD UP HER ASS, NOT RRRRAAAAVVVVEEENNNN!
And when I say Raven deserves better, I’m saying the writers better come up with a fantastic storyline for her and some viewers (MOST APPARENTLY) need to realize just how amazing she is. I was proud of my girl when she started telling people off, which is no surprise— she’s done so before— and which is one of the reasons I ship braven. I still do even though the fact braven hardly interacts and bellarke is everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE. I’ve blocked the bellarke tag, but there are some posts that just want to creep into my page.
Braven could have been amazing. Two friends that trust and sacrifice everything for each other. They’ve both lost people in their lives. They believe in each other, especially Bellamy when it comes to Raven, and he doesn’t hesitate to let everyone know. And come on, Bellamy and Raven literally have known each other for years! More than Clarke and Bellamy. Raven has never lied to Bellamy before, except for that time when she wanted him to reunite with his sister— which is such a crime, right? Clarke, however, lied to Bellamy when it came to his sister. . . someone that was incredibly important to him. She’s manipulative and she doesn’t even seem to notice. She always thinks she’s in the right and I just hate that she does something and immediately regrets it afterwards, saying that she wished she could take it back, but she just can’t.
Boo-hoo, princess.
And when Raven said that she hasn’t done anything bad to survive, everyone went after her head.
There’s a difference between Clarke and Raven, I’m telling you.
Raven’s straightforward and she doesn’t do things half-assed. My girl doesn’t regret what she’s done ‘cause she knows it was all for the best. . . for the people she cares about. She’s not about to regret it. Besides, she’s got some of the cleaner hands on this show. Clarke’s all about genocides, man. And for all I know, Raven isn’t hypocritical. She just tells things like it is, especially when she told Clarke, “You say you’re sorry and then you do it again!” (or something along those lines). That just shows how flighty Clarke is. Raven isn’t flighty. Maybe that’s why so many people are hating on her now. One more reason to find Raven the goddess of this show and Clarke. . . well, she’s always down in the dumps and should be in a dump.
Anyway, Braven would have been amazing together. But before that romantic relationship, I would have loved for Bellamy and Raven actually co-leading. We were robbed, my dudes, robbed. Raven deserved better. And she actually fell in love with a guy she hardly knew, pouring her heart out to him, which I didn’t find all that believable. Season 5 wasn’t the best for Raven. All she got was pain. Not fair. And then she lost the dude. I’m starting to ship Raven x motorcycle now. It’s probably one of the things she actually wants right now.
But then again, I ship Raven with everyone. And by everyone I just mean spacekru. They have the healthiest relationship in the whole damn show. But Braven seems like a faraway dream, especially with Becho, but I’m not complaining about Becho. My boy Bellamy found someone amazing, smart, stealthy, basically a badass. Now that’s a guy that knows what he deserves, not an entitled princess that isn’t reliable in the slightest. She might be laughing with you now, but hey, watch out. . . she might betray you to save her ass. But don’t worry, she’ll be back and begging for forgiveness again.
Which is why Bellarke is terrible. Forgiveness is given ALL THE DAMN TIME! How is that good? That just means that she’s wronged OVER AND OVER AGAIN. And she still has the audacity to keep asking for it. I don’t know about you, but sorry eventually gets old and loses its value. I’ve known people that told me sorry nearly all the time ‘cause they’ve wronged me (I’m not about to rant on that ‘cause, you know, I don’t want to remember them anymore) and I just got fed up and cut them outta my life. Sorry DOES lose its value when you say it all the time. Sorry is supposed to have you reflect on your choices and not have you make the same mistakes. Which Clarke does. I still don’t get how she’s a favorite. Or how Bellarke is so amazing. There’s nothing amazing to it. It’s all toxic and NOT because of Bellamy.
But again Raven deserves better than a fandom that refuses to pull their own heads outta their asses.
Raven x happiness needs to come true sometime.
Although I’d also love for it to happen while she’s with Murphy as well, but he seems to still be in love with Emori, so that might just not happen. Which is a shame. Murven’s got amazing chemistry and one of the best, if not THE best, developments in The 100. They’ve gone from shooting— and trying to shoot, in Raven’s case— to wonderful snarky banter. They literally protect each other. They come from freaking similar backgrounds. Who else can relate to each other just as well? They’re a family and they don’t sell each other out. And they can joke around with each other. There needs to be more humor, more playing, with spacekru, I need it. It’s like them regaining the childhood they literally missed out on. I love seeing them smile and laugh. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Raven’s got this really adorable smile when she looks at Murphy or when they’re just talking OR JUST PLAYING OR CONTINUING THEIR BANTER. IT’S REALLY BEAUTIFUL.
And a difference with Murphy and Clarke, something that just downright pissed me off, is that Murphy actually feels bad when he does something that hurts others, especially his family (which Clarke doesn’t belong in). He has actually said sorry and MEANT it. Murphy hasn’t had as many chances as Clarke has, despite popular belief. Murphy actually is a better person than Clarke, but she still thinks she’s on morally higher ground when compared to Murphy for some damn reason.
So, in conclusion, Raven Reyes deserves the world. She deserves her happiness, whether it be her finding it in herself or slowing finding it in herself with the help of someone else, she just deserves it. And something else she deserves. . . people to realize how amazing she is. She’s saved everyone more times than Clarke has. This girl just pushes levers, orders people to do what she tells them to. Raven or Bellamy or Raven and Bellamy should be the leaders rather than Clarke. Bellamy’s not even a leader. He’s more like a follower now. And I don’t like it one bit. He doesn’t need Clarke at all. I don’t see how he needs her.
#pro raven reyes#stop disrespecting her!#anti clarke griffin#pro spacekru#raven reyes#learn how tags work people!#first post and i think i got the hang of this already#braven#murven#anti bellarke#spacekru
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the good, the bad, and the basement
so @caliginouscarpacian asked me a while back if I could post my thoughts about the strengths and weaknesses of the Overhaul/Yakuza/Internship Arc once I finished up. so this is my post about that, now that I’ve had a little bit of time to reflect. I decided to do one of those alternating good/bad list things, so we’ll see how that goes.
this is quite a long post, so it’s under a cut. and just to be clear, this post is chock full of spoilers up through the end of the Internship Arc (chapter 161).
the good: the villains
okay, I’m starting with this one because truthfully, it’s my favorite thing about the whole arc. the League of Villains finally came into their own, and it was everything I could have hoped for. they are competent but not too overpowered. they are smart and willing to be patient and bide their time for the sake of cool plot twists. THERE’S A FUCKING CAR CHASE. there is character development! these guys actually care about each other! holy shit. there’s actual chemistry between them. they trust one another and they trust Tomura, and he shows for the first time that he might just actually be worthy of that trust. unlike some other villains I can name. anyways. these guys are amazing, and if this arc did nothing else, it firmly established them as serious, in-it-for-the-long-haul adversaries who are cool and interesting and can hold their own on-screen and whose lives and relationships I’m actually invested in. and like, they’re still evil. just to be clear. but they’re also cool and compelling and a genuine delight whenever they make an appearance, and I can’t wait to see what shenanigans they get up to next.
the bad: the villains
hahaha. okay, so I’m not even gonna talk about Overhaul yet -- he gets his own little mini-rant all to himself. but let’s talk about the Eight Precepts for a moment. I was so let down by these guys it’s not even funny. YOU ASSHOLES WERE SUPPOSED TO BE COOL. you’re the fucking yakuza for fuck’s sake! but instead they’re just boring. not one of them felt even remotely threatening, and it was just obnoxious to watch the good guys struggling against some of them. none of them had interesting personalities or backstories. a few of them did have interesting quirks (thinking specifically of the Thief quirk and the truth serum confession quirk), but they go to waste since they’re used in decidedly uninteresting ways. (seriously though, that is such a mind-blowing waste of a truth serum quirk that it’s painful to think about. it could have been used for character development, interrogations... any number of plot uses. and what does this asshole do instead? HE TRIES TO MAKE MIRIO SAD. come the fuck on.)
and arguably worse than that is the fact that they all wear the same mask. that was such a bad move on Horikoshi’s part. it means there’s no way for any of them to stand out. if their quirks or personalities weren’t going to cut it, their appearances were the only thing left, and he goes and designs them all to essentially have the same fucking face. why would you do that. as if they didn’t all blend together enough to start with.
and lastly, the blind, ferocious loyalty they all have to Overhaul is completely absurd and makes no fucking sense. like, several of them were literally like, “oh I was treated like shit all my life, and then this guy came along who also treats me like shit, but ~with him I have a place~.” the truth serum guy IIRC liked Overhaul simply because he was honest. at least Chance the Rappa had a decent reason for liking him which was that he was freakishly strong and he just wanted to defeat him. meanwhile his monk friend supposedly doesn’t like violence, and yet here he is loyally serving a man who offs his own subordinates at the drop of a hat, and whose master plan hinges on the perpetual torture of a kindergartner.
just. they all suck so much.
the good: Sir Nighteye
Nighteye had such a great arc. I’m not the biggest fan of how it ended, because that was a perfectly good heart of mine that they ripped out and stomped all over, but aside from that, yeah. he starts out as this cold, disdainful pencil of a man, only for it to gradually be revealed that he’s really just a broken shell of himself, afraid to use his own quirk because he’s scared of whatever horrors he might see that he’ll be helpless to do anything about. he supports Mirio over Deku because he loves Mirio and genuinely thinks he’ll be the better successor, and because he loves All Might, and he’s desperate to stop his premonition from six years ago from actually coming true. it didn’t really surprise me that he became a more likable character in the end, but the degree to which it happened really caught me off guard. I was not expecting to end up loving him so much. and also I just really love the idea of the foresight quirk being as mentally damaging as it turns out to be, because it makes perfect sense, and it’s the perfect way to put such a potentially overpowered quirk in check. just, well done on every aspect of Nighteye’s character and his story arc.
the bad: Overhaul
Overhaul started out with so much potential and it all just went to shit. I’ll start with the good stuff first: his quirk is cool and terrifying, I like his character design, and I like the little touch with him being a germaphobe, even if they didn’t really do much with it in the end.
now the bad. I think my main complaint about Overhaul is that as a rule of thumb, I think that good villains should be written as though they genuinely believe they’re the heroes of their own story. this goes for all types of villains. even sociopaths take pride in being smart enough to take advantage of what they view as the stupidity and weakness of others. meanwhile, righteous villains justify their heinous acts as being for the sake of the greater good. and those villains who are in-between may feel some guilt about some of the things they’ve done, but they justify those acts as being something they had to do, or something the victim deserved, or something they themselves deserved after all of their own pain and suffering. (Tomura is a good example of this type of villain.) then you’ve got anarchist villains who are just in it for the lulz and figure there’s no real purpose to life, so they might as well enjoy themselves. all of these are valid villain personalities and motivations.
the problem with Overhaul is that he acts like a sociopath, and yet supposedly he’s doing all of this in order to somehow pay back his boss for his kindness. and that just doesn’t track. he has not demonstrated himself to be even remotely capable of empathy, so that level of loyalty from him feels forced and entirely unbelievable. I would have much preferred if instead he’d just gone full sociopath. maybe even have it turn out that he was making a power play all along and that he in fact was the one who caused the previous boss’s medical issues in order to seize power. that would have at least made sense with his level of evilness. but instead we have a guy who does shit without remorse that no one with even the barest hint of a functional empathy switch should be able to consider. his boss even tells him on multiple occasions, “hey that’s fucked up, don’t do that.” and he completely fucking ignores him, and we’re supposed to believe that in the end this is his way of trying to show his gratitude? there’s just no internal logic to it at all, and it makes me completely unable to take Overhaul seriously as a character, and so in the end he’s just annoying.
the good: Kirishima
Kirishima is definitely a highlight of this arc. having sneaked up on everyone to become the surprise 5th most popular character, I guess Horikoshi took that as a sign that it was time to give him more development. and it’s such good development. it’s so unexpected to see middle school Kirishima -- brave, sturdy, loyal-to-a-fault Kirishima -- freezing up in the face of danger and panicking and not being able to do anything when others are in peril. and then we learn that he actually has massive self-esteem issues and has no real confidence in his own “boring” quirk, and despite his dream, he finds it difficult to see himself as worthy of being a hero. and yet he managed to overcome that and become the Kirishima we know today, who’s determined to become the manly hero he’s always wanted to be, even if he has to fake it till he makes it. it’s just good stuff, and it was great to see him get the spotlight.
the bad: Kirishima
lol. but having said that, I’m going to be real here: as much as I love him, there’s just no denying the fact that Kiri, when you get down to it, Only Does One Thing. he makes his body harder. that’s it. yes, it’s a very strong and powerful quirk, and he’s absolutely worthy of being in U.A. and will make a great hero one day for sure. but that said, one-on-one Kirishima fights are just not that interesting to watch. Horikoshi has yet to find a way to mix things up and do anything remotely surprising with his quirk. Kiri just makes himself as hard as possible and tries to hold out against whoever he’s fighting until he can either knock them out, or they tire themselves out, or he gets backup, or he loses. so I’ll go ahead and say this here: there was absolutely no fucking reason to give him two multi-chapter fights in this arc. it makes no sense. just combine the two. or at the very least shorten one of them if you absolutely must have him fight twice for whatever reason. but just. I don’t know why we had to sit through so many chapters of him just standing there getting hit by bad guys. jesus christ. and meanwhile neither Ochako or Tsuyu ended up seeing any onscreen action at all, which is fucking ridiculous. they’re both just as deserving of fight time as Kiri is, and Tsuyu in particular has never had her own one-on-one fight and it would have kicked ass. you can’t tell me it wouldn’t have. so yeah. this was definitely a misstep IMO.
the good: the overall dark mood of the arc
this arc was craaaaaaazy dark. like yikes!dark. guns. drugs. the fucking mob. child abuse. depression. anxiety. prophecies of death. lost powers. dead mentors. just, holy shit. it does what it set out to do, which IMO was to introduce the dark side of the hero world, and all the horrors that the job can lead to. this is what you guys are signing up for. this is the reality of what you’ll be facing at times. it’s brutal, but it sure is realistic.
the bad: apparently there is such a thing as too much angst
yeah. who knew? and look, okay, I fucking love angst. love it. but at some point it just gets to be too much. this isn’t fucking Breaking Bad. you’ve gotta throw us a bone here every so often. we need some humor sprinkled here and there, and the occasional moment of triumph and hope. you know it’s bad when somehow we end up having to rely on the villains for both of those things. and yet that’s what happened here, and Toga and Twice basically saved the arc when it was reaching its most frustrating point, and injected some much-needed life back into it.
and speaking of dark, while I was mostly speaking figuratively, I do also mean that quite literally as well. this arc was too dark. lesson learned: never set your 20-chapters-long climax in a fucking basement. chapter after chapter of drab gray settings. no background variation whatsoever. just, god. why would you fucking do that.
the good: girl power
I got so excited when I realized that for the first time ever, the arc was going to feature precisely two female and two male class 1-A students. a fucking 1:1 ratio. 50/50. and this was in addition to Hadou and Ryuukyuu (Ryuukyuu being the very first female top ten ranked hero we’d been introduced to). all in all I was fucking pumped.
the bad: ...but not really
so fucking go figure that right off the bat, they get attacked on the way in and ALL OF THE GIRL CHARACTERS STAY OUTSIDE while the guys go on to continue the arc. except for Bubble, but she gets left behind barely pages later. and then we don’t see any of the ladies again until the very fucking end. fucking travesty tbh.
honestly, none of the girls has really gotten any spotlight action since Ochako fought Bakugou all the way back in the sports festival arc, and it’s getting tired at this point. this is probably one of the reasons why Toga has climbed so high on my favorite character list. because at least we still get to see her fighting, and it’s always entertaining. but I need more ladies kicking ass goddammit.
anyways, this is getting quite long and my will to rant is waning, so I’ll just list the rest of the pros and cons I can think of real quick.
the good: Mirio (such a good boy); the quirk-be-gone and trigger drugs; Eri (who is so sweet and precious and I honestly love her quirk, even if it’s ridiculously overpowered. that’s why they gave it to a six-year-old lol. I don’t think we have to worry about it becoming too broken for a long time); the prophecy and all related angst; and of course, that ending which ripped my heart out and also made me cheer so hard when Overhaul got his comeuppance.
the bad: the basement (yes, I mentioned it before, but honestly it deserves another mention); Overhaul’s lack of an actual master plan (such a letdown, smdh); lack of all of our other faves for like 30 chapters. Bakugou. Todoroki. Momo. Kaminari. Mina. Iida. Sero. god but I missed them so, so much.
final verdict: all in all, this was an excellent arc for world-building, and it set up a few things which I think will have a lasting impact on the story (Nighteye’s premonition; Eri; the whole concept of internships; and last but not least Tomura getting hold of the quirk-erasing drug). it also gave us some decent character development on the heroes’ side, and some frankly excellent character development for nearly every last member of the League of Villains. I am very appreciative of that last in particular, and if I ever go back to reread any parts of the arc once I’m done with the recaps, it will probably be those chapters.
having said that, this arc marked the first time that the series, to me, has ever felt dragged-out and dull, and for multiple chapters in a row at that. I was seriously getting concerned at some points, because it felt nothing at all like the fast-paced series I’d grown accustomed to for the first 120 chapters, with most arcs being resolved in a dozen chapters or less, and moving right along to the next arc. I hate the feeling of having to force myself to read something, and that was the case for quite a few chapters in this arc, which sucks. and there was no reason for it, really. it was just bad writing.
probably the best example of this is coming up in just a few chapters in the recaps. I am referring to chapter 138, which is probably my least favorite chapter in the series to date. this chapter begins with the heroes gathered outside of Overhaul’s house getting ready to enter. it ends with the heroes still outside the fucking house, still having not entered. they literally spend an entire chapter, 19 full pages, trying to go inside a house. the pacing is abysmal. hardly anything interesting happens aside from that really big guy busting through the front gate, and Ryuukyuu turning into her dragon form to stop him. that’s basically it. it’s just boring as fuck. this chapter basically sums up all of the problems I have with this arc in one go.
was it an important arc for the story? yes. would I read it again? probably not, LoV antics aside. basically those are my feelings in a nutshell.
anyways, I’m curious what everyone else’s thoughts are on this arc if anyone else feels like sharing! now that I’m finished with it, it’s a lot more fun to talk about. some things are just more enjoyable in hindsight, when you have finally moved on past them and can joke about them from a safe distance lol.
#bnha#boku no hero academia#overhaul (bnha)#kirishima eijirou#sir nighteye#shigaraki tomura#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#makeste reads bnha#essay#bnha essay#how many pages does it take to enter a building#the answer may surprise you#bnha meta
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A Valvert fic
Ok.. This piece was quite hard. Please, I BEG YOU, don’t judge my style, English is not my native language though I try to improve every day by reading other people’s works. I write a lot better in my own, Bulgarian.
This is a Post-Seine fic; the characters areValjean, Javert, Cosette and Marius. I label it as fix-fic, a little fluff, a little hurt and comfort, much shipping.
There is no explicit violence or sex here. Only a kissing scene (my first one, wohoo!). So I would rate it “teen and up”.
It’s also the first gay relationship I’ve written (yay for awkward, hot, virgin, probably asexual, but defintely romantic old gay dudes!).
"He isn´t here... how strange", Jean Valjean thought to himself. He quickly got out, just in time to see a shadow disappear behind the corner. The man followed it carefully. He was dirty, exhausted and overwhelmed of all the emotions and dangers of the day, but he suspected that Javert was going to call reinforcements, arrest him and probably attack his home. He didn't care about himself, but Cosette, Toussaint and the rest of the inhabitants were also there. And he knew what Javert was capable of to fulfill the law.
Jean followed him to the bridge. There the other man stared in the river for a long time, entered the police office, went out again (alone, thanks God)! After staring in the river again, Javert suddenly stepped on the guardrail and jumped.
Jean Valjean was puzzled and shocked. But without hesitation, he ran under the bridge. If he jumped right from it, he would collapse hitting in the cold water. The man took off his coat and shoes and dove into the river. In the first moment he felt like all his blood vessels, muscles and bones were frozen. His heart started pumping and he had trouble breathing even before gulping water. It was a torture for his body to hold his head above the lightning-fast waves, let alone save another person.
When he had almost lost hope, Valjean noticed a big black thing (Javert!), grabbed him by the hand, summoned all of his strength and pulled him out of the whirlpool that was about to suck him in the deep. Luckily, he was near the other side of the river and in a desperate attempt caught at a stone of the bridge and climbed on hard ground, dragging the body of Javert. For a long moment, Valjean was just sitting there, coughing loads of water and thanking God, just like he had done earlier this long, long night.
It took him some time to remember that he had a dying man next to him and hurried to do CPR and loosen his clothes. Javert was still alive and breating, so Jean put his own coat on him, lifted him and headed home. All the hospitals were closed at the time, so he decided to bring him to his home. He also had to decide how to explain Cosette the unfortunate event.
"Cosette... I have no choice, I'll reunite her with that guy, Marius. I hope she won't forget me, a miserable man, whom she calls Father without him deserving it...".
These sad thoughts were interrupted by something even more depressing - the weight of the unconscious Javert and his own body, which already refused to function. Gosh, was he tired of carrying fainted guys around. The night wind was biting him, as he was soaked with water. Gladly, they were at the front door of his home. After stumbling against the door, forgetting to open it in the first moment, Valjean brought the body upstairs, entered his apartament silently and put Javert on his bed. He changed him in his own old clothes and put all the blankets he found over him. Then he made a big fire in the fireplace and moved the bed near it.
All of a sudden, he started trembling uncontrollably and collapsed on the ground, almost unconscious. He could only pull the carpet and wrap himself with it before he fell in a dreamless sleep.
…
- Papa! PAPA! - Cosette woke him up, banging on the door.
Gosh. He needed several seconds to remove the carpet, get off the floor (what was he doing there?) and hurry to open the door.
- Cosette, don't enter! - he shouted, got out and slammed it.
- Papa, you never oversleep and always look preppy - the girl, stylish even in her everyday dress, looked critically at the creased and still wet clothes her dad had slept in. – What’s up?
- Umm honey, I had lots of work to do and fell asleep in my chair. And my room is a mess...
- Shall I call Toussaint?
- No, no, I'll sort it out. – the old man cringed. – Isn't it time for you two to do the groceries? By the way, I assure you Marius is now safe in his home, though he has a serious injury. He will be very thankful if you sew some bandage for him.
- Oh yes! Can’t wait to help Marius! First gotta go, but I'll talk to you later, dear monsieur!
He smiled. He used to call her "dear mademoiselle" when she was young to boost her confidence when the girls in the convent bullied her for being ugly. He never understood them. His daughter was the most beautiful girl in the world!
"I'm really getting old, I shouldn't get lost in memories", when Valjean made sure the women were gone, he returned to his room. He was glad to see that Javert was better and his breathing and heartbeat were back to normal. Jean removed all the sharp objects from his sight (the man had tried to commit suicide, after all).
…
Javert opened his eyes while the other man was sitting on his chair with a book to fill his time waiting for him to wake up.
- What? Where am I? - he looked around in confusion.
Valjean peered above the book.
- Ah, at last! You are awake. Do you need anything?
- AAAARGHHHHHHH! - Javert tried to escape, but fell onto the floor, groaning in pain. He lifted his eyes, full of more hate than fear. - JEAN VALJEAN! I only wanted to die, but you´re here to torture me again!
- Stop. - Valjean said firmly, forcing him to go back to bed. - You will hurt yourself.
- Why would you even care - Javert hummed, letting Valjean put him in bed because he had no strength to do anything else. - In your eyes, I shall be a criminal. Like you were in mine.
- Were... well, I'm happy you won't arrest me. – Jean replied with a grin. – And whatever you’ve done, you’re a human in trouble. Isn't it enough? I was actually ready to get arrested. It was your right.
- First, I’m not a “human in trouble”. I am – was – completely capable, it was you who were creating me trouble. Second, stop pretending to be so freaking pure and shaming my own selfish ass! I refuse to talk to a weird person like you. Just give me a knife, ok? Or better, a gun.
- I have a better idea. – Valjean rolled his eyes. – Going to prepare some tea and food. Then I’ll decide what to do with you and how to explain Cosette everything.
- Just throw me in the river, where you took me from.
- I don’t think to do that. All lives are important and no matter if you see the meaning of yours, it has one. God has created humans like that.
- Except your life, right? You threw yourself in a river for a person who WANTED to die, you fake righteous shit with no self-respect!
Javert had no idea what he was saying - he had seen Jean doing lots of crazy and risky things, but he never could've known how the former convict’s memory always turned back to the person he was once. Back then, he was ready to kill, rape, steal, hurt, lie... And what he did was unforgivable. He totally deserved rotting in jail, but he would be more useful raising Cosette, helping the poor and saving people's lives. He hoped to wash away his crimes that way. But he knew he never could.
- You have no answer, your “morals” are so shallow!- Javert turned to the other side.
“Said the one who attempted to end his life because his value system failed him”, Valjean did his best to keep this to himself.
- Oh, I'm such an idiot! The food! – he facepalmed instead, ran to the kitchen and quickly prepared some sandwiches and tea. Brought them to Javert who reluctantly accepted to eat a bit.
Just after that Cosette and Toussaint returned with grocery baskets.
- Umm… I have to tell you what happened last night - Jean said to them after opening the door. – I couldn’t sleep and went for a walk. Then I saw a man in the river, near its side – he had probably fallen of some bridge. I took him here, he’s in my room and will probably stay there for some time before I take him to the hospital. Any objections?
- Of course not, papa! – Cosette smiled. – It’s great that you helped a person!
- He saved me – the girl jumped out of fright, hearing a hoarse voice. – This bastard risked his miserable life to take me out of the river.
Cosette, outraged (in the convent where she had grown saying words like “bastard” was a major sin), stormed into Valjean’s room where Javert was lying.
- How dare you insult my father? If what you’re saying is true, you better be thankful! He has always deserved better than he received, don’t make things worse!
- Young lady, you make me want to end my life even more – Javert rolled his eyes. – Could you please shut up and go play with your dolls?
- Javert, stop. – Valjean interfered, hiding his clenched fists in the pockets of his coat. – My daughter Cosette just loves me too much, she has done you no wrong.
- What an amusing couple are you two! I just have to insult one of you in front of the other and see when I’ll get killed.
- Well, you’re also much more amusing after “falling” in a river. You probably discovered your sense of humor there – Valjean knew this was passive-aggressive, but when it was about Cosette…
- Do you know each other from before? – the girl raised her eyebrow in suspicion.
- We were… coworkers once – this wasn’t a lie, right? When he was Monsieur Madeleine, Javert was his subordinate.
- Whatever, losers. Just let me sleep now. – Javert, who already didn’t care about his pride, image, laws and even life, now had let all his anger and frustration out in the form of sarcasm. Or at least Jean Valjean thought so.
- Geez, papa. I would punch this man, if he wasn’t sick.
- Annoying coworkers, they are everywhere – Jean shrugged.
- By the way, I’m going to prepare some bandage for Marius!
- I’m happy… You will see him soon – her dad had many feelings thinking of this particular moment, but happiness wasn’t one of them.
- Ok, see you at breakfast! – The teenager stormed to her room.
Jean used his time to call a doctor, who took Javert to the hospital. No more sarcasm! But at times he checked how the other man was going, despite of being physically and emotionally busy around Cosette and the wedding preparation.
SOME MONTHS LATER...
Jean Valjean turned back home, sat in his chair and desperatelly covered his face with hands. He wanted to cry, but had no more tears left. Every sign for Marius that he shall leave them alone, every "Mr. Jean" from his dear child Cosette, every refusal for any affection from him... it was killing him. He was doing it to himself, he knew. But who needed him, an old criminal, anymore? He had done his job. And deserved nothing else.
He felt an almost physical pain. The end was near... Then he heard loud banging on the door.
- Enter! - Valjean said.
And they entered. First - Cosette, then - Marius (both handcuffed) and lastly - Javert!
- What is the meaning of that? - Valjean felt as if he was dreaming.
- Papa! - Cosette started jumping around him like a girl. That long-forgotten word soothed the wounds of the old man's soul - You know what happened? Inspector Javert helped us research who had saved him, interrogated my terrible "keeper" Thénardier and all the evidences point to you! Now, inspector, can you remove the handcuffs so I can hug my father?
Javert did it with something that looked like a slight smile. Cosette didn’t seem to hate him anymore.
- Accept my apologies. You're a hero, Mr. Valjean - Marius was all red. – If only I could repay you…
- No problems! You're like my own son - Valjean said sincerely and tears filled his eyes. He was overwhelmed by emotion and unable for stopping them running down his cheeks.
- Oh, Papa! So glad we learned it now! - Cosette noticed them and hugged him. - Sorry for causing you so much pain! You stupid man! You should have told us the whole truth!
- One more month without you would kill him – Marius agreed.
- In reality, he caused the pain to himself, right? - Javert, who was just watching the scene up to now, interrupted them. – This is dumb, because “All lives are important. No matter if you see the meaning of yours, it has one.”
- You're right. I shall forget the past. Thank you, thank you very much! - Valjean stood up and shook Javert’s hand so tightly that he almost broke it.
- No porblems... friend - this word was new for Javert and he stumbled a little. He left the happy family in the room with a little smirk on his face. His first happy smile from years.
2 MONTHS LATER…
In the next 2 months, Javert had been visiting their house so often that he became a part of the family. A quiet and strict part, but still a part. Him and Jean Valjean had long conversations about politics, sociology, economy and law. For Valjean’s surprise, non-fanatic and non-suicidal Javert was a trustworthy and interesting person.
As for Cosette and Marius, they were still living their love bliss and were adorable in their naivety. The old men were often joking about them – good-intentionally, of course.
One evening, when everybody else was sleeping, they were sitting on the balcony, snacking on fruits, wine (and, of course, bread) and having a conversation about the smallest details of their past.
- Amongst the criminals, I was constantly beaten, because they hated my attitude. Once I scolded them to the police and then couldn’t move one week – Javert gulped a big mouthful of wine. – And the decent citizens never paid attention to me, for them I was no more important than a stray dog.
- Sounds terrible – Valjean shook his head and tapped Javert’s shoulder.
- Sorry, you don’t have to listen to my self – pity. I think I’m drunk…
- But you just drank one glass – Jean laughed.
- I have never drank. Probably once… I don’t remember. And what about you, Mr. Righteous? – Javert laughed hoarsely.
- I had to drink all the winters in prison, otherwise I would freeze.
- Really sorry for causing this to you…
- No problems. Now it’s time for you to go home.
- You’re right – Javert lifted himself from the chair, but staggered and convulsively caught to his friend’s collar to not fall on the ground. His breath stopped. Jean looked surprised – but not unpleasantly.
Heat raised to Javert’s head. He leaned forward until their faces were centimeters close. Jean Valjean was blushing hard and his heartbeat could be heard from a meter away. He hesitantly lifted his hand and ran his fingertips up to Javert´s neck. His hand was fiery hot, but it sent shivers down the other man´s spine. Then Valjean stood on his toes, being too short to do otherwise, and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips.
Javert was hanging there awkwardly, not knowing what to do with his hands, grasping for air. Suddenly he grabbed a handful of Jean´s hair and pulled him into a passionate, devouring kiss.
The men didn´t realize how their hands twitched together.
A/N – Though society back then wasn’t tolerant to LGBT people, it was no problem for Jean Valjean and Javert, because they acted like friends or soulmates, loving and respecting each other most of the time, as most old, long-married happy couples do. Their time for mad, perfect love had already passed. Though Cosette suspected something, she just nodded and smiled, happy for her father.
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fandom: MCU (Post-Avengers: Age of Ultron) (Post-Captain America: Civil War)
ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
tags: Fluff and Angst/Angst with a Happy Ending/Character Study/Pining
summary: The thing about hating Steve Rogers is that it shouldn’t be easy - but it really, really is.
#stony#stony fic#stevetony#stony fanfiction#stevetony fic#my fics#holy shit this is long lol#congratulations to anyone who actually reads it#otp: together#long post
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The Year Between VIII
Being home was something Nathaniel missed. He missed the smell of his room, the familiarity of the layout, the perfect comfiness of the couches, and most importantly his mother’s cooking.
Nathaniel felt at ease, relaxed, and he was thriving in the peaceful environment. It was good to see his parents happy together-Nathaniel knew the distance was hard at times-and his Dad had a knack for making his mother laugh. The sound always made Nathaniel smile.
But he wasn’t alone for long. His siblings would be staying over as well. At first, Nathaniel was excited, and that quickly changed to nervousness. He hadn’t seen them in ages. In fact, he couldn’t really recall the last time they’d all been together.
Sensing Nathaniel’s nervousness Clint pulled his youngest child aside. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. They all sounded excited from what your mother told me. Besides, maybe they’ll like a few of the stories. Yeah?”
“Right, yeah.” Nathaniel nodded, offering his dad a light smile. “Hope they haven’t changed much.”
“Trust me-no matter what- they are still the same kids that played with you as a baby,” Clint laughed before ruffling Nathaniel’s hair. “I will never forget the time you got a LEGO stuck in your nose.”
“Not entirely my fault.” Nathaniel held his hands up in defense. “I was unsupervised.”
— — —
It was during dinner that the doorbell rang. Nathaniel glanced up from his plate and looked expectantly at the door. Cooper was the first to be greeted. From what Nathaniel could tell he looked exactly the same. Still single, still mischievous, and most definitely a Barton.
“Hey Nate,” Cooper nodded at his baby brother before hugging their father tightly.
“Hey,” Nathaniel smiled, scooching his chair over to make room for the additional member. “You look the same.”
“So do you,” Cooper remarked upon taking his seat. “Lila’s on her way, she’ll be here in about five minutes.”
“Perfect!” Laura smiled happily. Nathaniel could tell just by looking at her that this meant a lot. She hadn’t had all of her little babies back home together in ages. “We can wait for her to arrive before eating.”
“Awe,” Cooper groaned. “I’m hungry, we still have to wait for everyone at the dinner table?”
“Yes,” Clint rolled his eyes, “that’s been the rule since you were born knuckle head.”
“I’m only kidding.” Cooper assured them. After a moment or two of silence a knock on the door was followed by Lila poking her head in to see what was going on.
“Sorry I’m late.” She winced.
“Oh honey it’s fine,” Laura was already hugging Lila before she was half way through the door.
What surprised Nathaniel though, was the man and child. He gawked warily at them for a moment before Cooper took notice.
“Oh, that’s Jacob. He’s Lila’s husband, and that’s their daughter.” Cooper gestured to both individuals flippantly.
“Lila’s married?” Nathaniel stammered.
“Has been for three years.” Cooper nodded.
“How did I not know?” Nathaniel frowned.
“You couldn’t make it remember? Hero stuff.” Cooper shrugged. “The invitations weren’t that grand either. You know how Lila is-it probably got lost in the mail or something.”
Nathaniel swallowed hard and stared down at the table. His ears buzzed with background noise and his senses seemed to be turning off.
“Pleasure to finally meet you,” A smooth, gruff voice alerted Nathaniel to the outstretched hand.
Nathaniel didn’t take it. Instead, he looked up at Jacob with a blank stare.
“Oh, Nathaniel!” Lila scooped up the one year old girl who looked to be nearly two.
“Yeah?”
“Say hi to uncle Nate.” Lila smiled and the little girl regarded him with wide brown eyes. She shoved a fist in her mouth and simply stared.
“I didn’t know you had a daughter.” Nathaniel replied with a strained voice. “Let alone, that it’s been almost two years from the looks of it.”
“She was premature by a couple months. Lots of time in the hospital unfortunately,” Lila sighed, running a gentle hand through the little girl’s tuft of sandy brown hair.
“Maybe a phone call would have sufficed.” The atmosphere had grown unbearably awkward and tense.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” Lila frowned worriedly. “You have a lot on your plate.”
“Right, which makes knowing I’m an uncle completely unimportant?” Nathaniel glanced about the room studying everyone’s face. “I’m not busy all of the time. I just-“
The little girl started to cry and by the way she was gnawing on her fist it was clear she was hungry.
“Aren’t usually home,” Cooper concluded as he fiddled with his fork. Nathaniel’s grip on the edge of the table tightened.
“Here, I’ll take Ellie while you sort things out.” Jacob carefully took the crying infant from Lila and kissed the top of her head.
“Ellie?” Nathaniel questioned coldly. “Ellie?!”
“Nathaniel...” His mother chewed on her lip nervously.
“You named your daughter after my girlfriend?” Nathaniel’s voice was shaking.
“I thought you’d like it, she looks like her...” Lila explained. “I was thinking of you.”
Nathaniel was at a loss for words. How could Lila possibly think that naming her daughter Ellie was a good idea. Let alone stating what Nathaniel had already noticed: the baby looked like Ellie too. He didn’t want a reminder every day, didn’t want his only niece to wonder why he looked at her so sad, and he was ready to snap.
“So, dinner?” Cooper asked hopefully.
“Eat your damn dinner!” Nathaniel yelled standing up so fast his chair toppled over.
“Come on, don’t do that. You can’t ruin this for mom.” Cooper frowned.
“Don’t you dare pull the guilt card on me.” Nathaniel hissed. “You’ve always done that.”
“Not true.”
“Yes it’s true! Do you know how many times you made me feel like shit because you thought Dad loved me more?” Nathaniel glanced between his siblings. “You think those early morning hours were full of fun? My fingers would bleed! I trained! I didn’t play!”
“You chose to be his prodigy.” Lila sighed.
“Because-“ Nathaniel had never told anyone, he’d made a promise not to, but he wasn’t going to hide it anymore. “Because I was tired of seeing dad so beaten up and run down. He needed someone to take over. Mom needed someone. You needed someone. I wasn’t stupid as a kid, I knew each time he left there was a chance he wouldn’t be walking through that door.”
“Don’t make this some self righteous act. You don’t have to convince anyone here that you’re hero material.” Cooper snorted. “It was clear from the moment you were born that you were going to be better than us. You were named after a hero.”
“You have no god damn clue what my job is like!” Nathaniel didn’t hesitate to tug off his shirt exposing scar covered skin. “Do you have this? Do you look like a cutting board? No. Did you miss high school prom to stop a robbery? Did you miss a date because of a serial rapist? Did you miss the second round of your girlfriend’s cancer treatment? No!”
“We know you made sacrifices Nathaniel,” Lila spoke quietly, being less of a confrontational person than Cooper.
“But you’re not willing to act like I’m part of the family.” That was it. That was the most painful part of the entire situation. “Because finding out that your sister is married with a kid is a perfectly natural dinner discussion when you could have picked up a phone.”
The room went quiet as Nathaniel tugged on his shirt and marched to the door. He was nearly there when Laura caught his arm. Her eyes were full of tears and it broke Nathaniel’s heart to look at them.
“Sweetie...”
“I’m sorry I ruined dinner mom,” Nathaniel croaked, leaning into her hand that rested gently on his cheek. “I’m gonna go for a walk.”
— — —
Nathaniel wandered to the old archery range about a mile from the Homestead. It was the very place he shot his first arrow. The stars were bright, the moon was full, and Nathaniel sat in the grass to cry.
He felt horrible, he’d ruined his mother’s dinner, yelled at his siblings, rejected his niece, and botched his first impression with Jacob.
A soft sound of footsteps signaled his father’s approach. “I don’t want a lecture Dad, not now.”
“I’m not here to lecture.” Clint promised, kneeling beside his son. “Look at me.”
Nathaniel shook his head no, but Clint cupped his son’s chin, and carefully turned Nathaniel’s face towards his own.
“I’m looking,” Nathaniel tried to make a joke but it didn’t work.
“Why didn’t you tell me the reason you took an interest in archery?” Clint’s expression looked pained. “You’re my son, it was never your job to take care of me.”
“I wanted to protect you,” Nathaniel cried, a silent tear slipped down his cheek.
“Why?”
“Because heroes don’t have anyone to look out for them.” Nathaniel had asked his father a similar question when he was young. ‘If heroes protect everyone who protects them? Who protects you?’
Clint shook his head in disbelief before crushing Nathaniel with a hug. “You’re a miracle.”
“No I’m not,” Nathaniel protested. “I tend to mess everything up.”
“Actually, I think you tend to fix things.” Clint sighed, running a hand through Nathaniel’s blonde hair. “Your mother is chewing into your siblings right now.”
“What?” Nathaniel startled. “No, I didn’t want them to get in trouble-“
“But you’re right,” Clint interrupted, “they’ve kept you out of the loop. While the reason is honorable it’s obviously hurt you. Which reminds me: why do you never tell people when you’re hurting?”
“Because I don’t want people to think I’m depressed again,” Nathaniel sniffled, “and I have small things to be sad about compared to what other people have to be sad about.”
“I’m going to tell you something very important,” Clint gave his son a stern look, “The idea that someone always has it worse than your current situation is bullshit. If everyone thinks that, then the person who has absolutely nothing: no family, no friends, no home,no money, etc. will think the same thing. Even if they-out of billions of people-are in the worst situation possible.”
“But-“
“Someone who has it worse than everyone else will believe their plights don’t matter. They will assume that someone else has suffered more even if that person doesn’t exist.” Clint studied his son’s face carefully, “Which means that everyone’s pain is worth acknowledging no matter how big or small it is. Do you understand? I don’t care if you tell me you’re in pain because you stubbed your toe, or if you’re in pain because it’s Valentine’s Day.”
Nathaniel laughed lightly at his father’s hidden joke. “Okay.”
“Now, you don’t have to go back to dinner unless you want to,” Clint stood tugging Nathaniel to his feet, “but at least say goodnight to everyone.”
— — —
Nathaniel peered into the crib with a heart full of mixed feelings. The baby was beautiful. Even despite the health complications that remained from such an early birth. She’d been born with partial hearing loss, resulting in auditory processing issues, she was behind on the weight curve, and her cognitive functions had been damaged by brain inflammation.
Still, it was difficult to look at someone so small and helpless without Nathaniel reliving one of the darkest times in his life.
But the part of him that had vowed to take care of Ellie was resurfacing and he couldn’t look at the sleeping baby with detest anymore. She would need help, someone patient, someone kind, someone who had been through the ringer of health issues before, and Nathaniel wanted to be that person.
His phone interrupted the silence with a soft ring. He glanced at the screen to see a vaguely familiar name: Chloe Strange.
“Sorry kid, I gotta go.” Nathaniel whispered. “‘Night Princess Ellie...fairest of them all.”
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LOST rewatch (season 3):
[follow the entire rewatch-tag here]
episode 1 – A Tale of Two Cities:
Time for Dooooowntooooown!!!
“So I guess I’m out of the book club.”
Aaaah it’s THAT Jack flashback episode aka the lowest he’s ever been aka
It’s not that Matthew Fox is a bad actor… it’s just that everyone else on the show is better than him. It becomes even more apparent with the presence of Michael “I single-handedly invented acting” Emerson being around there to stay now.
Sawyer solving the bear cage puzzle is so cute I wanna hug him.
episode 2 – The Glass Ballerina:
Awwww yaaaaas Ben’s round glasses jkdgnidfgnoidsfg
It always baffles me how long it takes for the credits to finish. Going on minute 8 of this episode and they still rolling.
It’s Sally Slingshot
Only Ben Linus can use a camping chair as a dramatic prop
“My name is Benjamin Linus and I’ve lived on this island all my life.”
episode 3 – Further Instructions:
John being speechless after seeing naked Desmond running through the jungle – #same
Wait… is that the sweat lodge episode? If so it means sweaty topless Terry O’Quinn and my body is absolutely and 100% ready!!!
Charlie just made the same “you don’t call, you don’t write” joke on John that he already pulled on Eko
It’s probably the only totally… useless John flashback. Like… we don’t really learn anything about his character that we didn’t already know. I still enjoy every second of John screentime we get but… I wish they had used this one for something else.
“amendable for coercion” is probably what Ben has written in John’s file as well
episode 4 – Every Man For Himself:
Oh shut up Charlie, you jealous ass.
It’s the episode in which Ben knocks Sawyer out with his phallic baton.
“the big kahuna”
First time appearance of the true star of the show: bunny #8
I love that of all the characters on the show, Sawyer’s the one who reads every book he can get his hands on.
Murder cactus hair!!!
Ben’s Bunny Bag™!!!
episode 5 – The Cost of Living:
Sexy linen outfit, Ben! Love the abundance of chest hair!
“Do you believe in God, Jack?” – “Do you?” – “Two days after I found out I had a fatal tumour on my spine a spinal surgeon fall out of the sky, and if that’s not proof of God then I don’t know what is.”
“I guess he’ll be expecting us.”
episode 6 – I Do:
Yet another bad wig for Evangeline Lilly
Random Nathan Fillion
I love the cage frickle frackle scene
Nice psychological warfare, Benjamin fucking Linus!
episode 7 – Not In Portland:
I love Juliet’s curly hair <3
“I’m Tom btw.” – nice timing, Tom!
RICHARD ALPERT!!!
Ben just lying there, chilling with his back cut open… getting some fresh air on that spine.
There it is: Angel Hair Pasta story 2.0
“I wanna know what he said. You owe me an answer.” Good God what is it with Jack and this overly possessive behaviour? Why does he always have to know everything about the women in his life?!?!?! That’s not healthy, Jack!
episode 8 – Flashes Before Your Eyes:
More Desmond, hell yes!
istg that blue semi-unbuttoned shirt is such an iconic look for Desmond and it’s also hot as fuck
OF COURSE Charlie is playing Wonderwall
episode 9 – Stranger In A Strange Land:
The worst episode yet it gives us topless Benjamin Linus.
Seriously, I have hardly anything else to say about this one.
“Your bedside manner leaves something to be desired, Jack.”
Good fucking God, Jack you entitled self-righteous asshole!
episode 10 – Tricia Tanaka Is Dead:
Roger Workman!
Where’s Sayid btw?!??!?! Haven’t seen him in a while!
Aaaah there he is my bebe Sayid!!!
“SHUT UP! Red…. Neck… Man….”
episode 11 – Enter 77:
It’s the Mikhail Bakunin episode!!!
Oh wait…. Is that a Sayid episode? The one with the cat that I had completely forgotten about until now?!?!?!
I loves Sayid’s flashback hair in this episode.
NOT EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY, JOHN!!!
Oh John, what is it with you and beeping computers?
episode 12 – Par Avion:
“Remind me why we’re keeping him alive?” – “What do you suggest? We shoot him like a dog?” – “No. I like dogs.”
I love you, Danielle!
“The John Locke I know was…” nice time travel foreshadowing
Claire’s aunt is such an asshole!
John throwing Mikhail through the sonic fence is my jam!
DADDY SHEPHARD!
Okay but… if you can just go over the fence? Then why does Smokey not just… fly over it?!
episode 13 – The Man From Tallahassee:
OH NO NOT THAT EPISODE!!! Right in the feels!!!
John finally reunited with his future island husband.
The bedroom scene! Yassss!!!
“The man from Tallahassee? What is that, some kind of code?” – “No, John, unfortunately we don’t have a code for: there’s a man in my closet with a gun to my daughter’s head. Although we obviously should.” FUCK YAAAAS!!!!
“I know you, John Locke. […] Tell me John, did it hurt?” – “I felt my back break. What do you think?”
I like Tom Friendly – he really lives up to his name.
I can’t believe that Jack – the only doctor the survivors have – wants to leave the island all because Kate fucked Sawyer. Sounds like something a guy would do who’d detonate a hydrogen bomb because his girlfriend left him.
Ben and John out-sassing and manipulating each other is foreplay tbh.
“I was born on this island…” LIAR!
THE MAGIC BOX!!!! Fgnidgnidflsgnlkdd FUUUUUCK!!!! SHIT’S GETTING REAL!!!
Also a very rare occasion in which Ben’s beautiful face has no wounds, scratches, bruises…
You can see I adore this episode by how much I have to say about it even if it’s just a ramble of feels
And now it’s bondage John!
“And then you came striding out of the jungle, John, to make my dream come true.”
episode 14 – Expose:
Wow… I can’t believe I’m already that far down into my rewatch.
Unpopular opinion: I actually love Expose. It’s so… useless and dorky that it’s amazing!
“I’m just a guest star and we all know what happens to guest stars.”
It’s Boone and Shannon *cries forever*
I can’t believe someone called Maggie Grace and told her “hey, we know you got totally screwed over and we killed your character before you could have any substantial character development but… we need you back for an episode, you gotta scream your fucking lungs out of your body once more!”
Seriously…. This is the creepiest death on the whole show.
episode 15 – Left Behind:
Hahahaha it’s the one where Hurley tricks Sawyer into being nice
I loooove Cassidy and I love they mirrored this flashback with the Kate-and-Juliet-are-handcuffed-together episode
“My name is Kate.”
episode 16 – One Of Us:
It’s the one where Ben is very very creepy
That’s probably the only episode in which I can somehow understand the people who dislike Ben…. But I still love my dear rat boy!
episode 17 – Catch 22:
Ooowwww I love Desmond episodes
Oh Kate…why?!?!
I deadass forgot the whole freighter plot, like… I knew Miles & Co. where about to appear but I forgot how this whole thing started
episode 18 – D.O.C.:
Jin’s the only one who has a nice dad and a terrible mother
Also I just typed “John” instead of “Jin” which makes me wonder: where’s my bald jungle baby?
Aaaah first mention of fake 815
episode 19 – The Brig:
Fuuuuuck I’M NOT READY!!!
They made me miss my dear John for two (three?) entire episodes only to come back with this to totally rip my heart out
The “previously on” bit already wrecks me
IT’S THE PINS AND NEEDLES SCENE!!! Also known as: Ben tries this “flirting” all the cool kids are talking about.
Terry’s looking hot as fuck in that entire episode
Ben knocking out Anthony Cooper with his walking stick is my aesthetic.
Danielle causally poppin by to get some dynamite
“little hot for heaven, isn’t it?” – I would looooove this whole red herring if it weren’t for the “they were dead the whole time”-crowd
God that Anthony Cooper = The OG Mister Sawyer reveal is AMAZING!
“I thought I was special.” – “Well, everyone makes mistakes.”
Yes, James, KILL THAT ASSHOLE!!!
“I’m on my own journey now.”
episode 20 – The Man Behind The Curtain:
My precious Carrie Preston!
Uncle Horace
“Call him Benjamin.”
“You are the man behind the curtain – the wizard of Oz. And you’re a liar.”
Namaste!
Sterling Beaumon was the best casting choice for baby Ben!!!
Mikhail Bakunin still running like the devil’s chasing him (literally, kinda, considering Smokey revived him.)
John: [Ben] and I are going to see Jacob. – Everyone else: Wuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?
Ben really has a history of very shitty birthdays.
And this is making me very emotional because it reminds me of the “video of tears and pain” which makes me wanna cry my fucking soul out.
“Kinda hard to celebrate on the day you killed you mom.” Oh fuck off, Roger.
Ben’s Bunny Bag™ back in action
“I don’t wanna go back there. I hate it there.”
The way Richard talks to baby Ben is soooo similar to the way Ben talks to John I’m gonna scream!!!
Okay but this is no kiddon the best episode of this entire show so far. Like… Nothing that happened up until this point compares to this!!!
I FORGOT ABOUT BEN SPEAKING TO AN EMPTY CHAIR!!!!
Still baffles me they thought they could slap some fake hair and make-up on Emerson’s face and make him look like a 20yo – when he was already older than Ben is in our now-timeline… like… was there no 20yo actor with a big nose and bug eyes around?!?!
“Goodbye, Dad!”
“The Dharma Initiative. They came here seeking harmony, but they couldn't even coexist with the Island's original inhabitants. And when it became clear that one side had to go, one side had to be purged, I did what I had to do. I was one of the people that was smart enough to make sure that I didn't end up in that ditch, which makes me considerably smarter than you, John.”
John Locke seriously bringing a knife to a gun fight!
alright kiddos, I am #fucked up now.
episode 21 – Greatest Hits:
How many episodes actually start with someone running through the jungle?
Danielle just showing up to blow something up!
According to Jack this is day 90? So it takes another 18 days for them to actually get off the island at that point?!?! Wow.
Guess that’s the end of bunny #8
episodes 22 & 23 – Through the Looking Glass:
OH MY GOD IT’S THE FIRST FLASH FORWARD!!!
“WE HAVE TO GO BACK, KATE!!!!”
“I’m a dentist. I am not Rambo.” – I love these two so much!!
Can you believe they thought it was a good idea to give Ben round glasses that make his eyes look even bigger than they already are? He looks like straight out of a manga.
There really is a lot of fatphobia in this episode.
It’s taller ghost Walt
ALEX AND DANIELLE MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!! WELP!!!
Ben letting himself be tackled and punched by Jack is such a power move. I am 100% convinced he let it happen on purpose because it’s already canon that he can easily knock out friggin Sawyer!!!
NOT PENNY’S BOAT
From Ben’s perspective this is once again John “striding out of that jungle to make my dream come true”
“I don’t wanna shoot you.”
Remember when you watched that finale for the first time and didn’t know all the time it was a flash forward and not a flashback?!?!? And then Kate steps out of that car and you were all like WOOOOAAAAHHHH?!?!?!
Remember when you didn’t know whose funeral they were talking about?!?!?!
That last scene was the first time I found Jack actually likable and relatable!
WE HAVE TO GO BACK!!!
#LOST#lost show#lost abc#Maddie rewatches LOST#finally finished s3#this took me longer than 1 and 2#because I was quite busy
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I have an abusive father who has abused me through out my whole life. I was minding my business on my laptop in the kitchen. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I knew it was him --- it was 11:20 pm. He turned the corner and asked me what I was doing, and I told him that I was doing homework at the time (even though I was in the middle of a break watching The Office). He asked me about the bracelets I wear on my wrist (a rose quartz prayer bead and a few bracelets his wife brought me from El Salvador), he asked me “Que son eso cosas que cuelgan de tu mano?...Estas alabando demonios? (sorry if my spanish is shit). Which translates to “What’s that hanging off your hands? Are you worshiping demons now?”
I replied to him by saying “YES, cause I, who’s an atheist, is worshiping demons” (I’m a pantheist now but telling him that would actually cause me more trouble, I’ll explain why later). So soon after he proceeds to ask me about my diet which he always makes assumptions that I’ve just given up on it. I tell him that I’m still working on losing weight. He doesn’t ask this to encourage me at all but rather as a means to find the opportunity to belittle me and to mock me if I had given up. I told him that I was just going to ignore him because I knew he came down trying to look for a confrontation, and that I wasn’t about that at all. He just asked me if I really wasn’t going to talk to him or listen to him and I told “yes. that is the case”
He sat down next to me and he began to read his bible. Usually this wouldn’t bother people but it bothered me, not because it was just the bible but rather because I know his games. He was going to read silently next to me till he realized I really didn’t give a shit and then he would begin to read out loud. Which is exactly what he did. I continued to do my best to ignore his ass by just listening to my music more loudly. I texted my friend and told him about what was going on (even sent him a snap of it).
I spent most of my formative years as a Christian (15-20). All of those years I spent faithfully devoted to Christ. There was a lot things that religion taught me to shame myself for. My sexuality was sinful, I had to deny the feeling I had about my gender identity. i had to pretend to be something I wasn’t to please a deity that ultimately I was told loved me for who I was but actually didn’t. Shit, I was even taught that the god of the bible selected his elect to be saved and it led me to have this self righteous and holier than thou attitude (most people in those sects deny they that but trust me those attitudes are alive and kicking) I really believed in a god that hated me. When I ran away from Christianity, I realized I had lost years of my life. I was some judgmental, sexist, homophobic, and self hating prick. Deep inside I knew I was gay as fuck, but I hated myself because of the homophobia that was implanted in me.
I have spent the last three years seek to undo the pain, the anger, the self-loathing, and shame I felt. All that shit follows me day by day. It’s given me a lot of anxieties and has made me feel for years that I didn’t deserve to be loved or to feel proud of myself. It isn’t till the last couple months that I’ve began to show myself love and not just degrade myself for who I am and what I love. I’m proud of being gay af. I’m proud of my gender identity. I’m proud of who I’m becoming. So my dad doing all of this brings back all of those feelings I had, a lot of the bad memories. All the shitty feelings of regret, all the feelings of not being loved, all the feelings of not being good enough. It all begins to resurface and it makes me sick (even as I type this). I just have to put up with his bullshit because no matter where I went I knew he would follow. So after some time he stopped reading the bible and asked me about my room. I told him the truth --- it was dirty. He got up and just walked in there and proceed to tell me that why don’t I care at all, that I just do whatever the hell I want, and that I want no one to tell me what to do. i told him that none of that is true. I told him that his problem isn’t with my room being dirty. That he didn’t really come down to check up on me, he wanted to start something. I told him that had he actually cared about checking up on me --- he would ask me how I have been doing. He hasn’t seen me in a few days but he never asks me that in the first place. So I told him to stop pretending and to just drop the act cause a parent who actually cares doesn’t open up the conversation with their son by asking “are you worshiping demons”. I told him that is the measure of what kind of father he really is.
He didn’t like that to say the least. So he told me that I should find a place and go to hell. So I asked him if telling your son to go to hell is what a christian should do? He’s childish so he just gets even more angry. If I speak in normal voice but with a little more force --- he takes it as yelling. Which is his excuse to try to get violent. He grabs my laptop and begin to yank at the screen to rip it apart. I pulled his hand off. He pointed at me and said if “I think I have giant balls that I should...” which I cut him off by saying that I don’t have balls (because it goes against his hyper masculine concept of what makes a man) He didn’t have a reply to that. He just kept telling me to go to hell and I said okay. He kept searching in my room to see if I had something in there. I told him “I don’t have porn or a satanic alter in there” because I use sarcasm to show him how fucking dumb I think he looks. I just plugged in my headphones again and just ignored him till he walked up to me and pulled the headphones out of my ear. I had to ball up my fist because I was afraid he was going to hit me. I don’t like violence I never have but I’m not going to let him hit me again. So I just let him yell as I just kept trying to talk sense but because he acts like a child --- he just kept speaking over me. Eventually I told him that I really don’t care anymore which began to tip him. I’ve given up on having a relationship with my father. I told him that my mother who has hurt me in many ways still calls me to ask me how I’m doing. He’s like your mother is just better than I am and I told him that where it counts yes.
I don’t give a fuck anymore about guarding his feelings as I have even when he’s abusive. He doesn’t show me any care or love. He went on about my friends being better than he is and my answer remained the same. i told him that none of them ask me if I have demons that I’m worshiping but they at least show me the care and love I need. They don’t demonize me for who I am like he’s done all of my life. I told him that I don’t care really and I told him that you think you’re a man because of the fact you work a bunch of hours, or that you can run your wife into credit card debt, or that you can control her life because of your bullshit ass family should be but I made sure he knew that none of that shit made him a man. The concept of being a man is such bullshit because it’s built on hyper-masculine ideas that help no one. I can’t work many hours because of my anxiety and my depression, and I don’t make a lot of money but I am a better person than he is but because he doesn’t give a fuck about any of my illnesses because they’re mental ones --- he told me to stop being lazy and work more hours as he walked upstairs.
I need to get out of this house soon. I can’t live here anymore...not because I don’t care about rules but this abuse is making me physically ill now. I may start making some online comics. I need to do something that will allow me to work on creative things but help me get the fuck out of here. I know this is a lot but thank you for reading this. I usually wouldn’t post something this graphic or triggering but I’m at my wit’s end
#abuse#parental abuse#abuse tw#tw#christianity#shitty parents#bad parenting#triggers#religion tw#mental illness#anxieties#anxiety#depression#mental health#help#gay#self love#self hate#shame#sexuality#gender
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The Legend of Kuzon Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Fire vs Ice
(Disclaimer!)
Kuzon was still snuggled with Korra fast asleep.
I managed to snag a photo.
"So cute," I said.
Anana screamed startling us all.
Kuzon quickly woke up.
"What is it?" Kuzon asked.
"The New Star Wars trailer just popped!" She said.
All of us got to Anana's phone and watched it.
"Isn't that the movie where a team of space heroes travel across to stop the evil Khan?" Korra asked.
"You're thinking of Star Trek, but you're close," I corrected.
Anana was no doubt confused by everything.
"Wait… so Kylo Ren and Rey are cousins?!"
"And suddenly her brain just exploded," Kuzon said.
We all laughed.
The boat landed in the south pole.
"We're here," Korra said.
We made our way to the spirit portal in hopes of claiming it before Tokuga.
We were joined by one of the members of the Creeping crystal members.
As we got closer we saw some of Tokuga's men at the portal ready to take it.
"Shit, we're too late," Kuzon said, "Zoe you getting this?"
"I'm seeing it," she said.
"Oh well, we tried," I said walking away.
Kuzon pulled me back.
"We'll have to go in disguise."
"But what can we do?" Anana asked.
Kuzon had an idea.
We saw some guards and stole their uniforms.
"This should make things easier."
Soldiers saw us.
"Hail Tokuga."
"Hail Tokuga," Kanji said.
We were getting closer to the portal.
"Remember the plan," Kuzon said, "Get to the portal, take out the guards, and tell them to move out."
One of the soldiers pressed a button blocking us from the portal.
"What the hell?"
We turned to the crystal member.
"Tokuga got to us before you did," he said, "We had no choice. I'm sorry."
"Well he just made a serious mistake," Kuzon said.
"Not as serious as yours I fear."
Kuzon turned to a muscular blue skinned man.
"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, "I am known as Mr. Frosty."
Kuzon got into a fighting stance.
"Tokuga has paid me a fortune to put you out of his misery."
He was doing some kind of water bending mixed with ice.
He kicked an ice block at Kuzon and he dodged it.
Kuzon went in with his Vulcan jab and Frosty blocked each of his moves.
"So fire is your ally."
"That's right, I'm Knuckle Joe and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to protect Republic City."
They continued clashing at each other.
Frosty went at Kuzon with a tackle attack to which Kuzon countered by jumping and doing a kick on the back.
"You fight well boy."
"I can say the same about you."
Frosty came at him with a barrage of attacks.
Kuzon dodged each of them using the air bending technique I taught him which was similar to a dance move.
"Wow, he actually did it!" I said.
"That's my boyfriend for you," said Korra.
Although Mr. Frosty was strong, Kuzon was still able to hold his own.
Someone shot a plasma beam at them.
"I think you've roughed him up enough Mr. Frosty," said someone.
It was the guy we heard about on the news; The Plasma Monger.
"Allow me to handle it from here."
Kuzon looked at him.
"Listen pal, you caught me in a good mood today so I'll let you off with a warning; stand down and you won't have to feel the burn."
Plasma King got into a fighting stance.
"Alright, your funeral."
Kuzon started fighting him.
Unlike Frosty, he was fast.
He managed to dodge each of Kuzon's moves.
He then charged up for a punch and Kuzon managed to block it.
"Nice try," he said.
He then noticed his gauntlets were starting to crumble.
They broke apart.
"Not so tough without your toys, are you… Kuzon." Plasma Monger said.
"What….."
"That's right, I know your secret identity, and the identity's of your teammates."
Kuzon was still determined to fight him.
"I may not have my toys, but I'm still strong enough to fight you!"
He came charging at him and then he picked Kuzon up and threw him to the other side.
"Kuzon, you disappoint me."
He then started pummeling him.
Kuzon quickly got back up and tried pushing him back.
"Very sloppy."
He then managed to get a cut on Kuzon's hand and then his leg.
He was in too much pain to get back up.
"Now its time to finish it," Plasma Monger said.
Korra jumped in and pushed him back.
"Leave him alone!" She shouted.
"I'm afraid I cannot do that," Plasma Monger said, "Wenyan paid me a fortune to finis the job. Benders are a curse that must be destroyed."
"You hurt him, and I will make you suffer!" Korra said charging up fire.
"Not so fast Avatar!" Shouted Tokuga from above.
He was in a blimp.
"I don't think you will be doing anything."
The rest of us looked at him.
"Where's Kelim?" Kanji asked.
"Look up boy, he's been with us this whole time!"
He had him captive.
"And as for you Avatar, you are going to surrender to us," Tokuga said, "I can't have you stepping on my plans to take over Republic City!"
"Not a chance," Korra said.
"Its either that, or….. your friends get to take a little trip."
He pointed to Asami, Mako, and Bolin being threatened.
"I… I surrender," she said.
She was being taken to the blimp.
Kuzon limbed back up still wanting to fight.
"Let her go…." He said weakly.
"Ah I was wondering what would break first," Plasma Monger said, "Your spirit…."
Kuzon went for a punch and he grabbed his arm.
"Or your body!"
He attacked him in the back putting him down.
"He's all yours Frosty."
Frosty picked him up.
Plasma Monger turned to us.
"Take them back to Republic City."
The soldiers took us back.
Anana wasn't going down without a fight.
She punched one of them in the face and went to rescue Kuzon.
One of them pulled her back.
"Let me go!" She said.
"Not likely," said the soldier, "Lights out dollface!"
He punched her in the face.
Anana woke up and we were back in Republic City.
"Well, looks like he agreed to the commitment that was discussed," Uncle Wenyan said, "You are all brought back safe and unharmed."
He looked at Anana who had a scar on her face.
"Well I can't say the same for you."
We walked off the boat.
"If I catch you twerps doing any protest, I will not hesitate to put you all in prison."
I made him face me.
"I will never forgive what you've done to Kuzon."
"He's a criminal…"
"You MADE him a criminal, to cover your mistakes, and to try and protect President Raiko's campaign," I said, "Don't ever speak to me as your niece again."
"Its only because you're my niece that you and your friends aren't moved to another area with all the other benders."
"What?" I asked.
"That's right," Uncle Wenyan said, "One day you'll understand why I'm doing all of this, and we can be a true family."
"I'll never be part of a family that hates benders," I said, "If Aunt Wu were here she would be disgusted, and despise you for your actions!"
He smacked me hard in the face.
"Don't you ever say that again."
I wiped the blood off my face.
"A lot of people, including your aunt told me there was nothing to worry about with your behavior, and now look what I have; An irresponsible, arrogant embarrassment of a niece who who can't even get with the times."
Those words hurt me.
"Everyone else have good kids, and i'm stuck with a disrespectful, brat who only cares about herself! Its no wonder why your parents abandoned you."
I ran off in tears.
"There she goes running off again," Uncle Wenyan said, "That's the problem with these benders. They always…."
"YOU SHUT YOUR RUDE MOUTH!" Anana shouted.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me! I can't believe you would say such horrible words to your own Niece who's only trying to do the right thing for Republic City!"
Anana got in his face.
"I don't know who you think you are, but you're mistaken if you think you can trash talk your own niece like that, you asshole," Anana said.
One of the guards came to try to calm her down.
"Shut the hell up," Anana said.
She then went back to face Wenyan.
"Saria is a kind, beautiful, supportive, encouraging woman, and on top of all that, she's a spectacular musician. But you're so goddamn busy with all your office work and this fucking election to even realize what a special niece you have!"
Uncle Wenyan started to back up.
"Whereas you see an embarrassment…."
"Excuse me young lady there…." Said someone trying to get her to calm down
"SHUT UP!" Anana said.
"Ok…. Said the person.
"Whereas you see an embarrassment, I see somebody who is going to do great things in the future," Anana continued, "And do you ever look at yourself in the mirror? It would probably be a good thing if you did, because then you'd see what kind of self absorbed, insensetive, good for nothing shitty-ass parent you are!"
Anana backed away a few steps.
"I grew up my entire life without parents, envying Saria for having an uncle, but then I realized how lucky I am not to have a self righteous prick for a parental figure."
"This is why I can't stand benders," Uncle Wenyan said, "Because you're hypocrites! You talk to us about being stubborn, and yet you go and cause damage and don't even apologize for what you've done! You bring our city to its near destruction."
"Well what the hell does that make you, the true President this city deserves?" Anana asked, "Big deal. FUCK YOU! You've got the brains of a lemur!"
"Get this bending trash out of my sight."
Anana pulled away and walked.
"At this point I'm not sure if President Raiko is trusting the right person for this campaign."
"You know I feel sorry you don't have any parents," Uncle Wenyan said, "Cause if you did, they'd teach you to respect your superiours. Have a good day, and remember; Vote Raiko for president."
"Oh fuck you!" Anana said flipping him off, and then looking at his associates, "FUCK THE LOT OF YOU, FUCK YOU ALL!"
She went off to find me.
"Saria?"
"Down here," I said.
I was behind a building.
"Are you ok?" She asked.
"I'm fine," I said, "I… I just can't believe my uncle would say such things to me."
"He's just self absorbed and caught up in his work," Anana said, "And he's too stupid to realize that."
I turned to her.
"When the harmonic convergence awakened and I got my bending, it was a surprise. I did my best to hide it from my Uncle because he hates air benders the most."
"Well I'm sure your aunt would love you no matter what."
"I…. I heard most of the things you said to him."
"I-I'm sorry…. I don't know what came over me when I said all of that…."
"Don't be sorry," I said, "You were defending my honor and I appreciate that. But did you really mean all that?"
"Yes, I see that, your friends see that, and I'm sure your parents see it as well. I find it cute when you wear your little suits and cut your hair short. And you're a phenomenal airbender."
I smiled.
"You're important to me, to Kanji, to Cydney, to Kuzon and everyone. Whenever something's bothering you, don't hesitate to come talk to me, ok?"
I hugged her.
"Thank you," I said.
"Anytime," Anana said hugging back, "I'm gonna go check on Zoe and see if she's located Kuzon yet."
She started to talk away.
But then she turned around.
She ran back to me and then our lips made contact.
We kissed for what appeared to be seconds.
It was strange to me, and yet….. it was passionate.
I was kinda sad when it ended because I wanted more.
"Um….. I should probably go now."
Anana walked away.
Zoe contacted King Dedede.
"Everythings going according to plan," she said with a grin.
"Good," he said, "Its time to put an end to Tokuga's scheme."
#kuzon#saria#kuzon tao#legend of kuzon#legend of korra#korra x kuzon#smash bros#FFEU Phase 3#fan fiction extended universe#kirby nintendo#korrazon#korra AU#korra turf wars#lgbtq#bisexual
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