#not gonna lie; i choked when i saw they animated this scene
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So I know everyone’s been reacting to this scene and drawing artwork, but I haven’t seen enough memes coming out of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#not gonna lie; i choked when i saw they animated this scene#and then proceeded to laugh hysterically#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#todoroki shoto#utsushimi camie#maboromicamie#maboroki#my post
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Remus wasn’t a very romantic person. He didn’t see the appeal in the fancy dinners or candle lit nights. He just couldn’t understand why people loved them.
Virgil, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, both understood and loved the romantic nights. And, despite his attempts at hiding it, Remus quickly noticed. But Remus knew that Virgil loved him, impulses and all.
“Hey trash panda, have you talked to your brother recently?” Virgil asked as he sat on his phone on the couch across from Remus’ design computer.
“Normally, my dark and stormy night, I do my best to avoid the repulsive royal, so that would be a no.” Remus didn’t look up from his project - some horror anime/cartoon he was acting hush-hush on. Virgil knew it was because it was a trial piece and Remus didn’t want jinx himself.
“He and Jan are going to Morocco.” This caused Remus to spin around in his chair, looking at his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. “Jan just texted me to let me know he couldn’t come us to that horror convention next month. Apparently Roman got a promotion so he bought the tickets as a surprise.” Remus nodded.
“Why Morocco?” Remus said, about to turn back around.
“I think he’s going to propose.” Remus froze before looking at his boyfriend who was frantically typing on his phone.
“How-”
“Jan has always wanted to get engaged on a foreign holiday. Plus, Lolo and I saw Roman talking to Cindy, you know Patton’s friend, one from the jewellery store downtown,” Virgil explained. “I’m texting him now to ask.” Remus nodded but didn’t say anything. there was silence, except for Virgil’s tapping.
“Not gonna lie,” Remus stated. “I always thought Janus would propose.” Virgil paused before gasping, followed by him chuckling.
“Bet you twenty dollars Janus is also planning to propose.” Remus laughed.
“That’s such a rigged bet, they’re both definitely gonna propose.”
Sure enough, a month later, both boys returned home with engagement rings. The gang - Patton, Logan, Virgil, Remus, Emilie, Remy, Janus and Roman - were all in Logan and Patton’s house for Sunday dinner (a long-standing tradition). Virgil was locked into conversation with Janus, Emilie and Patton, who were both showing off their rings. Virgil was laughing with them. Remus’ eyes were glued to him.
“What's got you so distracted? Worried Virgil-”
“Dude, not funny,” Roman said, cutting Remy off. Remy took a sip from his cup but was otherwise silent. “Remus, what’s up?”
“do you think Virgil is waiting for me to propose?”
“I mean, maybe? Have you talked about marriage?” Remus was silent, thinking.
“Yes and no. We talked about it ages ago but he hasn’t said anything since.”
“Has he dropped hints?” Remy asked. “That’s what Emilie did.”
“Virgil should know I wouldn’t pick up on them.”
“Hey, don’t stress, Rem, Virgil loves you and you love him, that's all that matters,” Roman said.
“That is correct. Maybe Virgil will propose. Patton knew I wouldn’t be able to pick up signs so he just asked me to my face.”
Remus tried to believe them, and he mostly did. Until later that night, when they were playing truth or dare. Logan and Patton were sharing the two-seater. Not quite cuddling but in each other’s personal space. Emilie had his head on Remy’s shoulder on the long couch, with Roman on Janus’ lap at the other end of the couch. Virgil was tucked into Remus’ side as the room turned their attention to him.
“So,” Janus said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Virgil truth or dare?”
“Considering you dared Remy to kiss Patton, I think I’ll go with truth,” Virgil said.
“Well, you wouldn’t tell us earlier, so... what was your dream proposal as a kid?” Virgil turned red.
“Can’t let that one go, no?” Virgil asked and Janus chuckled, shaking his head. “Uhm, pretty sure it was like a candle-lit dinner or something. Probably something cheesy and romantic.” Virgil then quickly moved on, asking Remy something but Remus tuned out again. Was Virgil disappoint with the lack of romance in their relationship? He’s never said anything directly, but why would he bring us Roman proposing on a romantic holiday if not to tell Remus that's what he wanted? Were there any other hints? Was there-
“Remus.” Remus snapped up to Janus’ gleaming eyes. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth. I think my boyfriend was in the right vein,” Remus responded. Janus simply waved dismissively as he went silent, thinking. Almost a moment later, a light bulb flipped on above his head.
“Do you plan on proposing to Virgil?”
“Janus!” Roman said, looking to his fiancé in exasperation.
“It’s a harmless question!” The two bickered slightly, nothing heated but a simply back and forth.
“You don’t have to answer,” Virgil said in a low tone. He had been trying to catch Remus’ eyes, who was just as determined to avoid Virgil’s. Eventually, the smaller man grabbed his chin so they could look into his eyes. “I’m serious. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I love you, okay?”
“I love you too.”
Despite Virgil’s reassurance, Remus was deeply fixated on the thoughts of marriage and if he was enough for Virgil. Virgil liked romance and dancing in the rain and visiting fancy restaurants. Remus liked staying inside and horror films and going to graveyards to adopt ghosts (which scared Virgil so much he learnt how to banish spirits from the house). Remus couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, Virgil was better off without him?
He spun in his chair. He was unable to focus on the novel he was writing anymore. Virgil was at work and wouldn’t be back for ages. Despite trying to work, Remus was now fixated on rings. The truth was, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Virgil but he didn’t see why he needed to buy him a ring or spend thousands of dollars on a wedding to prove his devotion. They bought an apartment together, they had three pissy spirits that they took care of together, and the stray cat that would jump in their window. But if Virgil wanted it, well, who was Remus to say no?
Engagement ring shopping sucked. Plain and simple, it sucked. There were so many different cuts but they all looked so basic. Virgil wasn’t the type to wear flashy jewellery unless it meant something, like the dangly gold earring Remus bough him when he got his masters in psychology. Remus wanted something classy, but all something showed how much Remus knew Virgil, right down to his core. He thought about going to a jewellery shop or hiring someone but how on earth would he be able to explain that to Virgil? In the end, he chose the least expensive route; his brother.
“How do you pick an engagement ring?” Roman choked on his coffee. “What?”
“Try and maybe start a conversation with hello and maybe not something you have never mentioned before now,” Roman said. “But also, why the change in pace?” Remus didn’t say anything. “Is it Janus? he was only messing. He just doesn’t get it sometimes but I told him he need to respect your boundaries-”
“It’s not that.” Roman went quiet, letting his brother speak when comfortable. “I don’t want Virgil to regret being with me. I know that he doesn’t say it but he really likes all the romantic garbage you and Janus do.”
“Remus, Virgil may like romance but he loves you. Plain and simple. But I am your brother and I will support you, so if you need help finding a ring, I will help you,” Roman said sincerely.
“Ugh, you’re so boring and regal. Lighten up. Walk on the gory side.” Roman chuckled.
“I’ll tune it down, but just because you’re my baby brother.”
“Two MINUTES. I AM TWO MINUTES-” Roman burst into laughter, meaning anyone in the cafe who wasn’t staring due to Remus’ screeching, was now looking due to roman’s cackling.
“Come, little wittle Remus, let’s go ring shopping.”
Remus paid for the ring in cash. He had been taking money out of the account for weeks in preparation. Well, a week. Still, he had it all planned out. He could suck it up for a night.
He was spreading flowers on the floor when he noticed the dull ache in his chest. Tell-tale signs of a panic attack. Remus paused before moving to sit down. He closed his eyes and repeated his breathing exercises. He could do this. It’s what Virgil wanted. He stood up again, the dull ache turning into a slight pressure. He lit the candles, checked on the food and cleaned up. It was about half six when he realised, he was struggling to breath. Almost as soon as he noticed, the elephant on his chest returned. He backed up, sliding down the wall.
“no... no... not tonight...” He muttered under his breath. He tried to breath but he realised he was struggling. Why tonight. why was he getting a panic attack tonight? it was just one dinner!
“Re- REMUS!” Virgil said, coming in and sitting in front of his boyfriend. “Can I touch you?” Remus shook his head frantically. “Okay, it’s okay, breath with me okay?” Virgil took his boyfriend through his breathing exercises. “Okay, Rem, I need you to name five things you can see.”
“Chair, lights... uh... you, the table... uh, uhm-” Remus swallowed. “And tiles...”
“Okay, four things you can hear.”
“My breathing, your breathing, the neighbours... the oven?” Virgil reached behind him, switching off the oven.
“Okay, three things you can feel.”
“The floor, my shirt... uhm... sweat?”
“Okay, two things you can taste.”
“Impending doom.” Virgil gave him a look. “Uh, tea and sugar.”
“Okay, finally, one thing you can smell.”
“The candles.” Virgil stood up, switching on the light and blowing out the candles. He finally took in the scene of the room. Remus tried to stand up but was quickly placed down in one of their dining chairs.
“Remus, do you wanna talk about it?” Remus sighed.
“I just... I wanted to plan this big romantic night and I know you like romance but it's just so icky that I must of have been panicked and-” Remus paused, meeting his boyfriend’s eyes. “Look, I know you like romance and I’m sure you’re disappointed I’m not.”
“Remus. I like romance, but I love you.” Remus blinked at him. “I knew what I was getting into when we entered this relationship. You never, ever have to change your boundaries to suit me. Remus, I love you, for you. I know you don’t like romance or pda, but I know that you love me.” Remus didn’t notice he was crying till Virgil wiped the tears from his face. He pressed their foreheads together. “I love you. So much. Romance or not.” Remus held onto his boyfriend. “But I need you to promise to never break your own boundaries for me. I respect the boundaries you put up, and I need you to do the same.”
“I promise.” Virgil smiled and Remus was hit with how overwhelmingly lucky he was to have gotten someone like Virgil to love him. “Ugh,” he groaned. Virgil chuckled.
“What’s up buttercup?”
“Roman was right. I don’t like this timeline.” Virgil just tossed his head back and laughed as Remus whined.
Remus did end up proposing that night. They were watching a horror film and Virgil was critiquing the characters decision when Remus suddenly turned to him.
“I’m just saying, choosing to go down to the creepy basement when you know there’s a serial killer on the loose-”
“Marry me.” Virgil stopped, looking over at his boyfriend. He wasn’t down on one knee but there was a ring in his hands. Virgil’s hand flew to his mouth. “marry me.” Remus sat up.
“You’re not just doing this for me?” he asked, still in a state of shock.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and if this is the next step? then I’m going for it.” Virgil jumped up, wrapping his arms around Remus, already crying.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh my god, yes!” He pulled back, letting Remus slip on the ring before launching himself and his boyfriend and smashing their lips together. It was here that Virgil, admiring his ring with awe filled eyes, also realised how lucky he was for getting someone like Remus to love him too.
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Scarface was too fucking boring, didn't make it past chapter 3, but that's good, because that means Baki-Dou time 😍
Time to read the fourth book in this series! Excited to see Musashi <3
Chapter 1
COLORS
Baki please stop flexing
A FELLA SAYING THE SAME I SAID WHEN YUJIRO PULLED HIS SOB STORY, FR GO TRY SOMETHING ELSE! What happened with that whole "i don't care about fighting" eh Baki?!
Chapter 2
HOHO ALI JR???
ah no :/
HOLY FUCK is this quality bad!
He wants to taste defeat i see
TOKUGAWA PLEASE STOP SMOKING
Oh they removed the... Egg in the back of the neck, nice
God this guy's tits so fat 🥵
FINALLYYY HOW LONG SINCE WE SAW A FIGHT IN THE ARENA? A PROPER FIGHT I MEAN
Chapter 3
He doesn't even know 🐍
DON'T BRING THAT FELLA HERE RETSU KICKED HIS ASS IN TIME. RECORD
Oh i saw fanart of this scene
Baki, it's your fault that you are bored, you fucking teen
This shit boring ME
Chapter 4
Oh, goroukou is a title
I like how the prime minister is becoming a recurrent character
I thought he said babe for a sec-
That little "oh~" is a bit sus, are the old men... No, it can't be 😳😳😳
I'm fucking choking fuck
GOD ALMOST READ THAT AS JOHN CENA 😭
"yes <3"
These ppl never learn
Chapter 5
What a way to go, a la gamzee /j
This dude so weird lmao
FAHDGAHDH king
Dude he has huge round eyes tf you talking bout?
IGDUFSUEASEUURSS he's such a freakkk 😭😭😭
This is the most wtf thing Baki has pulled, remember when this was about fighters fighting? I don't know enough about science for this shit either man
Okay so their hug wasn't Tokugawa being touchy like he is, this guy is even worse, se juntaron el hambre y las ganas de comer HSHAFSFG
Chapter 6
Baki's dead
Katsumi about to kill get killed by my grandpa i see
ALSO KATSUMI OG HAIR WOOO
Katsumi bro don't be so happy over nearly killing him-
I love seeing him get better tho
Uwaadgsgsjdga 😍😳🤤 twisting my hair irl,,, 🥴
Finally Motobe remembered he was a character here 😐
FSGSHDAHDA KOSHO PLS
I LOVE that they got dark lips again
IM SORRY GOUKI HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT EVERYONE?! LTDKFsjyrd 😭
Jack's scar looks cool ngl
Retsu living the good life lmao
AND HOW DO YOU KNOW, GRANDPA?
Hana just doesn't care, smartest Baki character lmao
Idk what they talking bout but good for em <3
Cum basement
Chapter 7
SHOW US MUSASHI'S COCK
Obsessed he thought his heart was failing 😭
Dude you can just hear the heart beat of your friends/opponents just like that? 🤨
Notice Gaia in the top left 🥴
WHY CAN HE RECOGNIZE EACH OF THEIR HEARTBEATS AAHSGA
Thick 🥵
Unironically built different
Chronic back pain if you ask me, that's how I stand to relieve my agony
Did. Did you just call him a femb-
STOP SHOWING ME PANELS FROM VAGAMOND
I love John sm lmao
Mr Musashi has 2 (3?) dads
Chapter 8
HAIRY LEGS 🥴
Those things look like boobs
Bet you would know eh SHAFADB
They jerked off the mummy?
Reminds me of eye surgery
AFjshAFDGAJAHAF
Mf came out the tube ripped af 😭
Chapter 9
Everyone is so feminine lately good ol Kureha fell behind 😭
I like his bandana tho it's cute
OH HE TOO? AND HE'S NOT EVEN THAT STRONG
Fat tits 🥴
Eheojeudkshs 😖😳👉👈
JACK STOP YOU ARE BIG ENOUGH ALREADY
HOLY FUCK
You know like i understand Baki, he is at the highest he can be rn, NO ONE can defeat him, but the rest? Like c'mon y'all just beat each other up or something
Ah, the miracle of birth 😍
Chapter 10
I love how all these two do is hang out together in bars, boybosses
TF IS UP WITH THAT ICE? AHDHS
I love what they have
Hana thinking of getting his 4 limbs broken again i see
WOOO!! Nice cock Mr Musashi 😳
HANAYAMA PLEASE 😐
Chapter 11
I love those freaks
I just now I'm seeing the little scars on his cheeks from the fight with Spec ☺️
I love the fact that Musashi has hair in his legs BUT not his arms like ??? Okay king
Heated scientist moment
HOHO POGGERS 👀
Chapter 12
UTSURAARSDFAFA sibling goals
GIRLBOSS 😍
URAURUSYRSAESGA IN LOVE???
Holy shit she's amazing
Chapter 13
And his ass is very thick too 😳
Those fucking sunglasses, obsessed
Debatable, he got struck by lightning :/
HE WAXES HIS HAIR? OMFG OBSESSED
WHY IS HE WEARING THAT LMAO 😭
Nooo they censored the cock again 😔😔😔
DO IT QWEEN 💅
STOP SAYING SHE'S GONNA FUCK THE CLONE
"I'm exciteddddd" "ok."
Chapter 14
You just hate seeing a girlboss win
She truly is amaizing
Also i just realized spirits have been showing up since the first book so this isn't so crazy lol
MF HOW IS THAT GONNA HELP 😭😭😭
THE LITTLE BUBBLES AND SPARKLES... I BET HE DID 🥺
Chapter 15
WHY ARE HIS TITS SO ROUND AND FAT GODDAMN IT,,, 😳😖
Glad seeing some things never change
He looks so much like Jun
IGSITSURAURZES EPICCC
Someone question if Yujiro knew how too write obsessed,,,
Chapter 16
Goddamn it you got even older in the past 3 or so chapters bro
Mouth to mouth soul transference
OHHH
HIS EYEBROWS FELL HOW IGDUTSITDIYDIGD
Some mf got turned on by this HELP 😭
Chapter 17
I love how Yujiro and Hana are still getting ready to throw hands while this happens lol
Okay yeah that was super disrespectful honestly, guy is having a chat :/
HAHAGSJAHA obsessed
God i thought it was Hana the one grabbing some random lady for a second AFDJSJSSJS
He cute af ngl
POOR GUY MUST BE SO CONFUSED OMFG,,,
Fsr I'm surprised he can talk, like it should be obvious but in all the fanart i saw he never said a word, also, he's so damn respectful 😍
Chapter 18
Idk he was never that clever /hj
Hehehe blood
I love how John can only sit that way
The size of his balls lmao
Coward won't even fight with his dick out smh :/
God he mad cute-
Chapter 19
I MISS THE DEATH ROW FELLAS FUCKKK
Hm i think this random tiny bald man is not Tokugawa but someone that looks awfully similar to him
YEAH NO SHIT I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM, HE MUST BE SO DAMN OVERWHELMED
Apparently there was a cameo, i don't know enough about anime to know or care
Chapter 20
He's tripping balls
Tokugawa should have gone a bit slower with this poor guy, this is like a lot to process at once <:/
Nvm he's doing better than me
Oydirsusefs look at himmm
WAIT A FUCKING SECOND OMFG DIDN'T DOPPO FIGHT THIS GUY?!
SOMEONE ELSE RECOGNIZED HIM HE ISSS
Chapter 21
OHDIRAYEASURRSUURS HE DOESN'T KNOWWW FFS
Musashi be like °_°
LOOK AT THAT SMILE LMAO
He's just chilling, mentally killing this dude
Murder baby
Chapter 21
The way his eyes are drawn is so cool
YRAURSUFSIDTGA
And he jokes too! Wow I'm in love 😍
(nsfw) CAN YOU HANDLE DICK LIKE THAT TOO? 😍
WOW
I TAKE BACK THAT QUESTION
I remember a show where you would bring your own knives and swords and go thru a bunch of test, Musashi should have been one of them
Mf truly is like :]
I love how he didn't buy it
I can't wait for him to fight Yujiro 😍
Chapter 23
He truly is 😌
ATFJAIDQYSF OBSESSED
He was happy this time at least, 5 times he lost already btw
Tokugawa truly in unhateable lmao
Chapter 24
IM SORRY, HIS LEG???
Oh I forgot Musashi does that
JAGSKSGSKSGS HIS FUCKING FACE I CAN'T 😭
I miss when translators would add notes i don't want to google shit myself :/
"I'm hard as rock" /j
Chapter 25
Look how happy he issss
MUSASHI POG MUSASHI POG-
I love how Tokugawa can't believe he got it first try and it's trying to lie now sjdakdyv
This mf is actually making me insane what the actual fuck i don't know what he has but he's gonna make me act up 😳
Mf be shadow boxing too dammit /j
Baki please
Chapter 26
OLD MAN JUST WANTS A PUBLIC TO SEE THIS LMAO
Look at the size of Baki's eyes holy fuck lmao
He's gonna yeet him!
OH NOOOO
FIRST HIS DAD NOW MUSASHI, THIS GUY CANT CATCH A BREAK LMAO
Chapter 27
How little time passed? They have barely moved
Yeah you did it last book too Baki
King shit
Chapter 28
AKSGSKGSJSGS KING
I love how he only now realized
Okay no he has a point
I love how he just calls him boy
Look at that smug face
I trust Musashi but at the same time he, really should be walking around this new world alone. Now, if i were to accompany him... 🥴/j
Baki please
Chapter 29
I love how soft the artstyle suddenly got, like if done big a big brush
Yujiro you just insulted every single anime character in history
Baby Baki's just like "Ok."
I like how Yujiro looks here
AUGHHJF HE'S SO BABY 🥺
HOHO badass
Chapter 30
He died 😔
Idiot hasn't even beat he 0.5 reaction seconds lmao 🤣
HOHOOOOO?!? 👁️👁️
"my curiosity exceed my fear!!" I RESPECT THIS MAN SO MUCH??
Chapter 31
AMAIZING HONESTLY
Fighter to fighter communication
SHIT LOOK AT THE STATE OF THAT HAND
He's just gone now LMAO
I honestly don't mind Baki being weak against this, he never fought against a two handed swordman, this is new territory
Chapter 32
Oh his really tripping balls now this is why he shouldn't be alone
NVM HE'S STILL DOING BETTER THAN ME ON A DAILY BASIS, I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN FROM THIS MAN
I just now realized he's barefoot
Nice ass king
The policemen are quite nice
He's very cooperative but i can't blame the cops either
Chapter 33
Yeah no shit that must be so insane
IF YOU HADN'T DROPPED OFF SCHOOL THEN...
That's kinda funny but idk man he's right i think
He's just like :3
I love how he isn't picking up a fight out of malice but rather just instinct like, he can't understand shit that is going on
YOU ARE SO RIGHT BAKI IT ISN'T BORING FOR ME EITHER
Chapter 34
Don't you fucking dare shave him Itagaki
It's funny how it took 2 books and a half for Baki to start being a protagonist
Holy fuck did Baki add height or is Miyamoto that big?
Wow how perfect i ran out of space just now!! Having fun with this book ngl :]
#luly talks#baki liveblog#little gay creature sees famous swordsman from the 1600s and loses their mind#"i want his gender'' they claim#also for a man who was born 2 days ago 400 years in the future he sure understands shit better than me 😭#maybe i too should stop having so much anxiety and just get ready to throw hands at ant moment#like back in the day... ☺️(😞)#anyway point is uhh silly little fun saga <3
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We All Need The One Friend
Chapter 8
Hours rolled by as sunlight shifted to moonlight. Friendly competition soon became dangerous as personal tensions rose within the group.
"Rise of Batman!" One person guessed of Jordan's pose.
"Transformers!" A friend playfully argued.
Jordan changes poses in hopes that it might be easier to guess.
With time up, Jordan cracked up as everyone failed to guess his term.
"Okay, what even was that?" Simone giggled.
"Back to the future." Jordan responded in a 'duh' tone as if everyone should've known. "Greatest movie of all time!"
"I've never watched that movie in my life." Simone chuckled, "Plus, the greatest movie of all time is Parasite. Hello!"
"Jordan doesn't do subtitles." J.J laughed. "Like have you met my man?"
Everyone joined in the laughter, but Simone couldn't help but feel like it was strange that she hasn't known a small detail like that.
The game went on as Vanessa took the reigns.
"One word." One person shouted.
"A place. No no, a person." Another one added to list of clues.
"Uh, a painting.... a movie." Layla interjected.
"No, a plane. Wait, what?" One of them fumbled over when Vanessa switched stances.
"You're on a plane."
Giggling, Vanessa changed gestures again.
"Bald. You're bald. A bald eagle." J.J guessed.
"No, not an animal." Vanessa choked up.
"Aye, no cheating." Jordan chuckled as Vanessa spoke.
"C'mon guys." Vanessa encouraged, ignoring Jordan's rules. "You had a poster of him in your room when your ten." She spat out in Asher's direction.
"Samuel L. Jackson!" Asher shouted, jumping up as if he won the lottery.
Liv glanced between the two of them as if they grew two heads. It was stupid how one small detail held a bigger picture.
"Well, you don't get a point for that one." Simone scrutinized, gaining a careless shrug from Vanessa.
The game rolled on, leading to Spencer's turn.
Galloping his feet and twirling his arm, Spencer caused everyone to gather into fits of laughter.
"A cowboy," Jordan shouted first.
"The rodeo." Asher chuckled.
"Wild, wild west." Layla joined in, holding back her laughs.
Adding to his performance, Spencer shook his foot hysterically, while twirling his arm like a madman.
Finally catching on to his charade, Olivia thought back to the night she made Spencer rewatch all her favorite childhood movies. Quoting one of her favorite lines, Spencer had her in hysterics for half an hour. She could still remember him using her belt as a rope, shouting 'There's a snake in my boot'.
"Woody," Olivia muttered with a small smile.
"What?" Her brother asked curiously, not completely hearing her response.
"It's woody!" Olivia laughed, which Spencer replied to with a smirk.
They met each other eyes, before bursting out, "There's a snake in my boot!"
The entire group fell out laughing, excluding Layla.
Spencer returned to his seat grinning like an idiot, but couldn't help but to notice his girlfriend's harsh mood.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Layla nodded lightly. "Guess I am just tired." She muttered, not bothering to look in his direction.
Sensing there was more to it, Spencer left it alone, not wanting to cause a scene in front of his friends.
"Alright, I have the perfect game to play next," Vanessa announced, as she returned from the house with her bottle of booze. "Anyone up for a game of Never Have I Ever. The more you've done the more you drink."
Her announcement soured the mood as Spencer immediately shut down her idea. "Sorry, Ma." Spencer asserted firmly. "Ain't bo drinking happening this weekend."
His eyes flew to Olivia, followed by everyone else's. She rolled her eyes at their dramatics.
"Oh, please. Don't stay sober on my account." Olivia dryly encouraged. After all, this was the first time in weeks she'd been completely sober. With all of her friends within proximity this weekend, drinking wasn't an option for her.
Noting Liv's bitter tone towards her, Vanessa tried to ease the tension. "Sorry, Liv. I forget that you don't drink. That was so insensitive of me." She apologized, placing the booze on the ground.
"It's okay. It's not something I'd expected you to know, so.." Liv shrugged it off, dismissing the subject all together.
"No, liquor. Got it." Vanessa summed up, ignoring Liv's clear implied diss of Vanessa's newness to their group.
Asher rubbed Olivia's thigh, silently asking her to lighten up. Cocking up a brow, she gave him her iconic 'I could careless' glare.
"No drinks doesn't mean no turn-up." J.J cheered. "Introducing the burns of all burns -- jalapeno-infused pickle juice."
"What don't you have in that box man?" Spencer questioned, seriously wondering where J.J randoms items came from.
"Let the burns begin."
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"Alright, never have I ever walked in on my parents doing it." Simone started the game off.
First victim up, Asher gulped down his first dose of the throat burning juice.
"Oh, God. Asher. No!" Olivia cringed.
"I don't wanna talk it." Asher chuckled at the memory. "RV trip...'08....super weird."
"Oh, you're gonna talk about it." Spencer and Jordan laughed together.
"Not the one to up to Sanoma. How could you not to me?" Vanessa asked playfully, catching Olivia's attention yet again.
Liv couldn't help but wonder just how much did Vanessa know about Asher, that she didn't.
"Cause I was scarred for life," Asher replied, oblivious to the questionable expression of Liv's face.
"Alright, my turn. Never have I ever bought 300 dollars shoes for my one night in Vegas." Simone teased Olivia's bad spending habits.
Tensing up, Liv looked everywhere besides at Layla.
"No cheating. Drink up, Liv." Simone laugh, unaware of the big secret she just revealed.
Layla's eyes narrowed in Liv's direction, fed up with the secrets.
Spencer gawked at his girlffriend, realizing that he and Liv might have to come clean sooner than expected.
"Alright, never have I ever said I love you just to get someone to hook up with me." Vanessa added to game.
All the boys drank besides Spencer.
"Yikes, that was a test that you all failed." Vanessa taunted, "Besides Spencer."
"My bro is a real one. When he says it, he means it." J.J admired, increasing the growing tension between Spencer and his love interest.
In Liv's case, her heart clenched at the mentally, replayed memory of Spencer professing his love for her. She yearned to have a chance just to tell him how she felt, despite the chance he no longer felt the same.
However, in Layla's case, all the times that Spencer claimed to love her we're burning in a flame of betrayal. Because despite that fact she had no solid evidence, that conveyed her worse thought she knew Spencer wasn't being truthful with her.
"You're a lucky one, Layla."
Layla's sneer went unheard by the majority of the group besides the two people who knew the jig was up.
Unaware of the conflicts brewing, J.J continued the game. His hand already pointing at his aimed victim.
"Never have I ever ran naked through a football field."
Admitting the embarrassing memory, Jordan gulped back his shot of pickle juice.
"Jordan! Tell me you didn't!" Simone teased.
"Okay. Okay. I did it. I run through the field, butt naked." Jordan chuckled. "What was it? Freshmen year?"
He and J.J chuckled laughed over the recollection.
"Varsity team stole all of our clothes, thanks to Ash -- over here --- acting like he owned the place during tryouts" Jordan recalled funnily.
"Cause I did." Asher cockily popped his collar. "It's called confidence."
"Confidence. Okay." Jordan playfully mocked. "Whatever you want to call it. Your dumbass stays getting us in trouble."
Asher nodded with a knowing smile. But Vanessa saw nothing funny about it.
"Wow." She gasped seriously. "Okay. Never have I ever crapped all over folks that we're supposed to be my friends."
The laughter stopped, and the smiles dropped in reaction to Vanessa switch up.
"Uh, Vanessa it's alright." Asher tried to jump in before she took things too far.
"It's just jokes." Jordan defended himself, not seeing the harm in messing around.
Vanessa's scornful expression was enough for Jordan to see that she couldn't disagree more.
Maybe it was her role as a protective sister that came into play. Perhaps, it was the jealously towards Vanessa knowing things about Asher that Liv didn't. Or maybe it was simply that Liv didn't feel Vanessa had any right to make presumed assumptions on any of the dynamics within their group when Vanessa barely knew any of them beyond a first-name basis.
Whatever it was, Vanessa's attempt to trash talk her twin was Olivia's last straw. And with that, she felt it was only right to return the favor.
"Hmm, well, Never have I ever spent the summer getting to somebody else's boyfriend a little too much." Liv snapped at Vanessa.
"Liv! What the hell!" Asher choked up, unable to believe that she publically humiliated Vanessa in that manner.
"Yo, Ash. Relax. Let's just play the game." Jordan instructed, trying to ease the tension he caused.
"You wanna play? Fine." Asher groaned. "Never have I ever cheated a concussion protocol to play in a game." He added spitefully.
"What is he talking about?" Simone inquired seriously, over the entire game. "You cheated your concussion protocol? How could you not tell me something like that?"
"You mean like you told me about Princeton?" Jordan asked, trying to guilt trip her right back.
"Wow!" Simone gasped in awe, tossing her blanket aside before storming off.
"Ah, babe, wait! I didn't mean it like that!" Jordan quibbled, following behind Simone. "Baby, wait. Sweetie!"
With the fun atmosphere ruined, the remainder of the group broke off to deal with their own problems.
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"Can you believe Liv?" Asher groaned, as he and Layla entered the kitchen.
"Not really. Find it hard to believe anyone with all the secrets that's been hidden." Layla replied harshly.
"What do you mean?" Asher asked, clueless.
"Simone's Never Have I Ever!" Layla responded in a duh tone. "When has Olivia ever gone to Vegas."
"Olivia wouldn't lie about going to Vegas. She has no reason to." Asher scoffed.
"You mean like she had no reason to lie about being in Mexico." Layla revealed.
"Liv came to Mexico? When?" Asher asked desperately. "She never told me."
"She went to Mexico to surprise her boyfriend." Layla groaned, annoyed that she had to be the one to tell him. "Only when she got there she saw you and random girl boo'd up." She gestured towards Vanessa as the brunette and J.J entered the room.
"Wait, you and Asher?" J.J asked heartbroken, catching the last part of Layla's statement. "Since when?"
"Where's Olivia now?" Asher requested to know, needing to hear all of this from her.
"I don't think that" Spencer began to suggest against going after Liv, but was interrupted by his girlfriend.
"She's down by bonfire," Layla interjected before her boyfriend could continue to shield his side piece from the mess they made.
Bypassing the other three teens, Asher went to find his girlfriend and demand some answers. Meanwhile, Vanessa and J.J left Spencer and Layla to handle their business in private.
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Obey Me! Brothers as songs from BLACKPINK’S ‘The Album’
I’ve been listening to the album on loop since its release. All the songs SLAPS. Eventually I came up with this so yeah let’s get started.
(All English lyrics are taken from genius.com)
Lucifer: How You Like That
This one is pretty obvious.
First single from the album, first track, multiple records hit upon its release - idk sounds pretty much like “the mighty first-born” to me
The song is basically about escaping a toxic relationship. You know who else has a toxic relationship? That’s right, Mr. Godly Daddy Issues. He literally started a war against his dad.
“Again in such a dark place, light up the sky” & “In such a darker place, shine like the stars” is literally the Morningstar himself in Devildom and no one can change my mind on this. Fact.
Pridey McPrideface moment: “Look at you, now look at me”
There’s this line in the lyrics: “The day I went down with my wings lost/ Those dark days when I was trapped”, which I think fully represents his fall from heaven. Also queen Roseanne Park NAILED this scene in the MV:
Yep. That’s the fall of an Archangel for me.
Mammon: You Never Know
Tbh I’ve had a hard time deciding on Mammon’s song.
But then these lyrics hit me: “The words that everyone said so easily/ Maybe you can hear it soon/ I've heard enough I've heard enough/ Of the things that I'm not”
Mammon is constantly harassed by his brothers for being stupid. Sure, he might lack common sense, but it doesn’t give the brothers the full authority to shame him like that.
“But you'll never know unless you walk in my shoеs/ You'll never know, my tangled strings/ 'Causе everybody sees what they wanna see/ It's easier to judge me than to believe” That’s our classic misunderstood tsundere right there.
He’s probably the one who’s gonna stick with MC until the very end (y’all know how clingy he can be). “Even if the whole world changes/ I'm still the same”
Also remember during the Lamp event, he was the first one to say that he’d rather be with MC instead of ruling the world? Yeah, the line hits right there.
At the same time, his feelings for MC? Y O U N E V E R K N O W
(But everyone does eventually)
Leviathan: Love To Hate Me
“Kinda sad that you always been like that/ See me making waves and you don't like that” Levi usually gets emotional because of mangas/animes/video games (and I wouldn’t be surprised if he would actually flood the House Of Lamentation). And how many times do we see the brothers complain about that throughout the storyline? Countless.
“Only thing I think about is big stacks” except the stacks are Ruri-chan goods.
Notice how Levi is the one who gets involved in family drama the least (unless his video games are the direct cause for them)? Sounds a lot like “I keep it light/ No, no, no drama in my life”.
Classic introvert line: “I need you? Nah, I been good lately/ Blowin' up, workin' busy” because who the fuck needs people when you can binge watch animes and blow shits up in video games all day?
Poor boy keeps chasing Mammon because of the debt. “I'm takin' back what you've taken from me” yeah you go boy.
Satan: Pretty Savage.
The song title speaks for itself.
Satan is definitely a pretty boy (fight me, I dare you). He shows off a friendly smile way too often that people sometimes forget that he’s the Avatar Of Wrath.
And yeah, he can be pretty savage.
He HATES being compared to Lucifer. “It seems similar, but we are different from the core”. He loathes it even more if people start calling him by his bRoThEr’s name. “If you get our name wrong, ddu-du-ddu-du hit” aka prepare for the wrath of kitty boyo.
Did I mention how he loves messing up Lucifer’s life? That’s exactly what “Yeah, we some bitches you can't manage/ I make this difficult thing again” means.
When he gets angry, well “You better run, run, run”.
This whole song just fits him perfectly.
Well, except for the “I wore something similar to you, but it looks better on me” part because this man has absolutely no fashion sense.
Asmodeus: Bet You Wanna
“MC I know you want meeeeee”
Horny song for a horny demon boyo.
Asmodeus is beautiful and he knows it. He’s undeniably the most confident demon in Devildom. He knows his looks are on another level. “Uh, I'm gonna make you go blind/ Every time I walk, my hips, they don't lie”
He’s also a party animal full of energy. Anywhere he goes, he’s gonna make sure all eyes are on him. “You wanna run with my love, I know you wanna/ From the club to the tub, you said you wanna/ Give me an all night hug, I bet you wanna”
And of course, the song screams his signature trait: his lust. “Let's do what we both desire/ On God, like I'm in the choir/ I bet you if you make me sweat, I'll still be on fire” Yeah mister, thank you for announcing your desire to have such intense sex that you’ll moan like a whole choir. Totally useful information.
Also imagine Asmo singing along to this with Cardi B.
The S A S S tho.
Beelzebub: Ice Cream
Another obvious one.
“Wow, a food-themed song! Totally fits the Avatar Of Gluttony perfectly!”
That’s what you think, right? Well, there’s actually more to that.
At first glance, we all think that Ice Cream is just another summer song with cheerful and light-hearted beats, right? But haha SIKE BITCH it’s actually a horny song.
It’s even more horny than Bet You Wanna. See the lyrics for yourself.
And Beel, he may appear as a totally friendly demon who craves food 24/7 at first.
But as we go deeper into the storyline, we realise that he’s actually not nice and naive like we thought.
His personality has darker aspects (aka depressing memories) along with a needy side.
How many times were MC asked to feed him (and then given the option to have a passionate kiss with him) during the storyline? Idk, I lost count already.
Also I’m sure that 80% of this fandom wouldn’t mind being a hoe for him.
Belphegor: Crazy For You
(SPOILERS FOR LESSON 16)
Oh boy, here comes the yandere vibes.
Belphie’s love is extremely obsessive. “If you're my (hu)man, I want you to myself”.
When he was trapped in the attic, he knew he needed a plan to get out. And he knew that plan would eventually trigger Lucifer so much. But he proceeded anyway and approached MC first, because all he needed then was their attention. “I know I'll have enemies long as you're into me/ But I don't care 'cause I got what I need”
Being the natural cunning demon he is, he knows how to manipulate MC into helping him. “I saw you/ And knew what I was trying to do/ I had to play it rеal, real smooth/ And once I finally made my move/ I went crazy over you”
Remember what he did to MC after lesson 16? Cow boyo began pining to us like crazy. That part was so smooth I almost forgot he choked us to death. (Admit it, some of you actually forgot about it.)
Like Jennie sang, “Feels wrong but it's right, right?”
#obey me#obey me!#shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me shall we date#blackpink#blackpink the album#the album#otome game
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10. X Confirmed
Death had never been especially hard for Xander to accept. His mother died in front of him when he was young. He found it scary at first, but then curious. He didn’t know what an overdose was at the time. He’d been told at school that in case of an emergency, call 911, but his mom looked mostly the same way that she usually did. Sometimes, when she put the white stuff in her nose, she did weird things.
When she began to shake and flop around, to choke and gargle, he called out to her a few times, but then… she went to sleep. Which, in hindsight… usually happened whenever she carried her bottled drink. But, as far as her laying on the floor, eyes fluttering for a while, even the vomit wasn’t that strange for her… Usually she turned the other way… but if she was asleep, that wasn’t an emergency. Besides, he wasn’t supposed to call those people anyway. School rules and house rules were different and house rules mattered to his mom more. He was supposed to go to the neighbor’s and ask them to call his dad.
This was no emergency!
He went to school the next day and she was still there. He set breakfast next to her. Some toast and milk. He came home and she was still there. So was breakfast. Was this an emergency? He picked up her nose stuff and tried to give her some. She would probably jump right up. No. She didn’t. Maybe this might be an emergency. He headed to the neighbor’s, still had Mom’s nose stuff with him. The neighbor looked scared when she saw it. She tried to take it, but Xander insisted it was for his mom, but she was asleep on the floor and had been since yesterday.
So, she called his father and walked over to go check. When she did, she called 911. Xander’s father had not been around for a while. He would get mad and swing his fists at people… at Xander’s mom… at Xander. So, he didn’t live with them. That day, Xander found out that his mom wasn’t going to wake up from her sleep. “She was a cokehead. It happens,” his dad told him. Xander didn’t know what that meant, but what he figured out from swinging his fists at things when he got angry was that they went to sleep sometimes. Little animals. That meant that nose stuff wasn’t the only way. It also meant that when his dad got mad… it could happen to him.
By the time he left home and ran into his steward, he had fists swung at him more times than he could even count up to. If he was gonna go to sleep forever, he didn’t want it to be because of his dad. This was an emergency.
He never faced death again that up close and personal until his own life was on the line and Grace tried to get him out safely. He was terrified in the field by himself. Where could he go? He had no sense of direction. His dad probably wasn’t looking for him. His mom was asleep forever, and Grace was probably gonna get caught and killed too. He just sat in the field and cried. Insects kept crawling on him. He ignored a lot of them. Maybe he could just stay here forever and nothing would happen. Maybe… he could just lay down and go to sleep and not wake up again. Maybe there were no emergencies. Maybe death was a way to be free from emergencies..
Whenever Grace called him, he was still afraid, but happy to hear her voice. Was she coming to leave with him? To stay with him?
She was covered in blood. He had never seen so much. Not from fights, not from animals, and definitely not on people… Whenever they took the heads, he wondered, “Should we do something with those bodies? In the movies, they would hide them.”
“No. No. No… Wait… Yes…” She thought, “No. I read a crime story not too long ago. If they take fingerprints, you have to be a criminal for them to match them. We never did crimes before.”
However, whenever they did start to do crimes, Xander wondered, “Remember that field? Do you know where that was?”
“Near the abandoned train, right?”
“They’ve moved the train, now, but… maybe the field is still there.”
It was still there, but it looked different. It seemed greener than Xander remembered. It would still do. He grabbed a shovel and opened the trunk, sighing whenever Grace began to speak in her soft, but urgent voice. “We have to get a better system. You can’t just hit somebody in the head with a shovel and toss them in your trunk.”
“He was a steward. I confirmed it myself.”
“Well, as confident as I am in an X confirmed steward… We need to be careful.” The man started moving and she gasped and took the shovel to smash it into him to make him stop moving. She blew air from her lips and thought for a moment. “If you ever do this again, I need them researched, receipts created, and confirmation solid. Don’t just fly off the handle.”
“He kidnapped Jalicia with the intent to sell her. She was 3.”
“I know, I know… BUT, what I’m saying is… somebody is gonna be looking for this guy and nobody knows he did that, probably.”
“Who would look for this guy? He’s a loser.”
“A zero.”
“Less than zero.”
She gasped, “He’s a null!” She laughed and grabbed the other shovel. “Dude, we also will need to be wearing something else. I love this Blood Orange shirt, and it’s ruined now. I’ll have to burn it or something.”
“Should… should we call Jalicia?” He wondered.
“And stress her out? No.”
“If I was her, I’d wanna know.”
She thought for a moment and looked around. Where this place was, she didn’t expect much traffic, so they probably were safe to move forward and still let their friend know about this. “Check with Heath. He’ll know whether or not that’s best.”
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Heath and Jalicia met them out there and Jalicia looked at the man, “Yo… what the fuck, Xan? I’ve never seen this man before in my life, Bro. Did you kill him? Can we just drop him at the ER and dash?”
Xander shook his head at her and raised up the man’s sleeve to show a tattoo of a scorpion and a scar. “This is where you bit him.” They recognized the tattoo, and that did look like a bite mark. “I asked him what happened there and he said a kid bit him a long time ago. No… He said, “my kid bit me” a long time ago…” Xander was fuming again.
“I’m sold,” Heath said, his own jaw clenching as he grew protective over his girlfriend. “Who… owns this land? Because if they’re gonna farm it or something, they’ll find him.”
“But, if we buy it and it gets found some other way, then it points to us,” Grace said. “I’ll find out tomorrow. For now, we gotta bury this null.”
“The what?” Heath wondered.
“Null. Less than zero. I read it in a book once...”
She was always reading. She could read in multiple languages, and multiple avenues. She could read body language, social cues, people… why the fuck couldn’t she see how not okay Simon was?
As he recorded the dude’s address, he thought about the stern talking-to that Grace had given him about that first X on the way to the Field of Nulls. If they were going to be hunting predators and burying them, they needed to look into them, verify that they were either at the warehouse or into the crime scene within that time frame, and get as much information and dirt on them for it to be undeniable. Grace would look at the information to determine and if she wasn’t sure they were guilty, if there was a single chance that an X was not confirmable; she made a circle around them and held onto their information. There was likely a reason that they came up in shady business.
Sometimes, the proof came around. A few times, she just couldn’t stomach a mistake. They had been taken away from homes and families for years. She didn’t want to do that to someone else if she couldn’t say for sure they were responsible. He knew that he certainly couldn’t get an X put on Simon without proof, if even then.
Grace had gotten REAL cozy with her new little lap dog, and Xander did not like that. He didn’t like her bringing him into the fold, even if he was still in the dark. It was sloppy! They hadn’t vetted this guy! In fact, they didn’t let people in! Simon was the first outsider to have crossed over… since Hazel! Xander looked at Sunny, asleep in his bed, curled up with a pink narwhal stuffie, with an eye mask over her face and a bonnet on her head as he scribbled a note and slipped out of his apartment.
There was no doubt in his mind - the man was dangerous. He’d most likely escalate if openly challenged. Xander would just put him in the field… but he doesn’t lie to or keep secrets from Grace; and putting Simon in the field would make her very upset. Xander wasn’t quite prepared to risk that type of upset from her with nothing backing his suspicions. But, you couldn’t convince him that Simon wasn’t a serial killer!!!
Or… someone unsafe for them all, but mostly for Grace.
Whether it was the fact that it takes one to know one, just Simon being so strange in comparison to other people Xander had observed, or him just feeling threatened that Grace had a new person around… That she got close to him when Xander wasn’t there. That if he hadn’t slipped up again, this might not even still be a problem. That she was in danger and it might be HIS fault!
Initially, Xander told her to give Simon a chance, but he felt the dude proved that he couldn’t be trusted with boundaries and space… yet… there he was… in her life even deeper. Xander needed to confirm for himself and for Grace that Simon was simply a harmless creep and not a dangerous one.
Potential X: First - Observe the potential X in its natural habitat. How it walks and talks. Does it have friends and family at home or live alone? How often is it there and what does it do in it's free time?
“Potential X appears to live alone, has one pet as indicated on social media bios, and from a quick overview through the window - minimal security in place beyond a locked door. Background check came up clean, so if it is a danger, it is a crafty danger, because it hasn’t been caught or suspected of anything yet. It leaves early in the morning and goes… to the bookshop. Right. Everyday.”
Xander went across the street and ordered, then opened his laptop and watched the bookstore. He saw whenever Grace came in to work, Simon had rushed to open the door for her and… she… Kissed him??? On the cheek, but… she doesn’t DO that. This might be harder than Xander thought.
“Grace is very attached to X. Does she love him? It.” The X. Xander didn’t like to humanize the potential X. Grace would do that later, and highly likely go above and beyond for this one.
Xander ordered some lunch for Grace and went across the street with her known order. She came from clocking out and almost ran into him. “Whoa! Xan!” She cheered and tackled him into a hug. “Did you spring up to see me???”
“Yeah, I got your stupid lunch from the deli.”
She was eyeing him suspiciously. He knew why. He’d left this morning and Sunny most likely hit her up as soon as she found his note. He had technically been ‘missing’ that entire time, because none of his babysitters had eyes on him. But, she was soon comforted by the fact that she knew him well enough to know when something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t, but she knew it wasn’t drugs. “That’s super awesome, but I was actually gonna head out of work early and go to Le Bistro Parfait!”
“Le what?”
“Simon’s mom’s place. I told you about it.”
“Right. Where is he?”
“Waiting,” she said with a huge smile.
“Like a good little lap dog.”
Grace booped his nose, “Don’t be jealous. You’ve got BOTH of your exes wrapped around your little finger.”
“Debatable. Also irrelevant.” He paused and looked at her solemnly. “ They’re Apex.”
“He’s good to me, Xander. He understands that I have all this stuff going on and he still likes to be around.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Because, I’m charming and beautiful,” she said through her teeth.
“Right, but you’re also aloof, inconsiderate, self-absorbed, noncommittal, highly, HIGHLY traumatized, problematic, pretentious…”
“OH MY GOD, XANDER!” She said. Those things were true and were often reasons that she didn’t have successful real dates and never had a boyfriend, but with him just saying them like that… Shit was a little hurtful. Especially considering that Simon never said anything bad about her, ever. Fortunately, he showed up right when she was ready to fucking lose it on Xander.
“Xander,” Simon said and held his hand out to shake, an unreadable expression and wide fake smile on his face.
“Dude, you do this every time. I’m not shaking your hand, for all I know, you just rubbed one out so that you don’t get a hard on for Grace in front of your mom.” Xander said it very casually, but they all knew that he was 100% serious and he even looked disgusted for emphasis.
“Oh,” Simon said, pulling his hand back. “I absolutely didn’t do that, but I won’t offer you my hand again, Xander.” His eyes glinted as he lowered his forehead just a little bit…
The X is trying to intimidate me! Xander stepped forward and Grace stepped in front of him to give him a silent look to back down and took the lunch, “I will put this in the break room and have it for tomorrow. You wanna come to Le Bistro?” Her voice didn’t indicate anything, but Xander knew that face and he was on thin ice if he didn’t keep his wits about him with Simon. Simon obviously was much better at being fake than he was. Grace didn’t even acknowledge the way he’d just challenged him.
“Yep.” He stared Simon down as she vanished to the break room, still giving him her warning look. Xander rolled his eyes and asked, “How long has your mom had her place?”
“Oh… Since I was 10 or so. I definitely lost the spelling bee in 5th grade and she was there by then, because I’d practice over and over in a booth.”
“You did spelling bees?” Xander asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I was a spelling bee champion,” Simon bragged.
“When you were 10.”
“No… I lost that year, but it made me work harder for the next time. So… 11.”
Xander nodded, “When I was 11, I was sucking strange dick so somebody else could get paid, and smoking pot so I wouldn’t worry so much about sucking strange dick.”
“Oh… I’m… sorry… I’m presuming that no one would ever joke about something like that… So… Just… sorry.”
“Hey, it taught me a life skill that I’d need for money later sometimes,” Xander shrugged his shoulders and winked at him.
“How uh… How did you and Grace meet?” Simon asked, uncomfortably changing the subject.
“She hasn’t told you?” Simon shook his head. Grace has not opened up to the X about our troubled past. This is a sign that she is not as far into his deceit as I feared. “Then, I guess she has her reasons.”
“Okay. Well, we’ve covered ‘strange dick’ now… what’s the next conversation topic in Xander’s world?” Grace reappeared and Simon exhaled, “Oh thank God.” She laughed and locked arms with both of them. They gave each other fake casual looks, two sets of eyes studied every single detail in the other’s face and both noticed that fact, and that fact only. But, while Simon smirked and faced forward, Xander frowned, and she marched ahead, guiding them both.
She and Xander both rode with Simon. Xander was studying the backseat and the lock. If he had to sneak in here to grab Simon, he wanted to see if he could estimate success. “Your music sounds mad stalkerish,” Xander said. Simon tensed up and of course he noticed.
Grace threw Xander a look in the backseat, “Be nice, please.”
“I’m always nice,” Xander said and leaned forward to smell the seat. “Did you recently clean out your car?”
“I have a person who does that,” Simon said. Xander glared and Simon shook his head, “I didn’t mean to sound like that. I mean… It’s a regular service that I get done…”
“What is this scent?”
“I smell mandarin,” Grace said, with a smile.
“Huh. You love that smell. That’s a nice coincidence,” Xander said, staring at Simon in the rearview mirror. Simon wore that same smirk from earlier… he knew what Xander was doing. They got to the bistro, Xander got onto his phone and told Grace, “A thing came up. I guess I have to leave you with him.”
“Well… Do you need us to bring you back to your car?” She wondered.
“No. Enjoy your lunch date.” Grace gave him a hug and he noticed Simon shift a little, almost like he was coming forward. It was impulsive. He held the hug longer than necessary simply to gauge if it would have an effect.
“Please call somebody if you need anything,” Grace whispered, pulled back and cupped his face, then walked through the door that Simon held open for her.
For the last time that day, Simon and Xander stared at each other. “Good luck, Xander,” Simon said. What makes the X think that I need good luck? He went inside and stared at Xander through the window on his way to the booth with Grace.
Potential X: Survey the X’s personal spaces. Car, exceptionally clean, seemingly with all functional capacities of the vehicle’s expectations. Home…
Alexandria picked the lock, with furrowed eyebrows and checked the time on her phone. When he went inside, wearing gloves, of course, he noticed things, some immediately. “X is a massive nerd… with disposable income. Some of these figures definitely look expensive…” he recorded several of them. Simon had an entire wall of shelving dedicated to very detailed and realistic figures from various fandoms, grouped together by fandom. They were all handcrafted, but Xander couldn’t be sure if they had been purchased that way or if Simon had made them himself. The living room was spotless. Maybe it has a person for that, too.
Across from the figures wall was a workspace with a computer and… Xander looked at the desktop… Everything seemed set like it was getting ready for some photo shoot or something. “The X is meticulous in organizing it’s personal space. Everything is extremely clean and orderly, even this desk that’s totally decked out for gaming… but, he’s put away everything in a specified spot and left nothing even remotely off.” He turned and looked at the book shelf. The top row were his own works, with framed photos of himself and who Xander presumed were his mother… mothers? Maybe she was a lesbian, and a red headed sister. There were two photos of him and the sister (an old one and a current one, one of the whole group, one with him and his mom, and one of just the blond mom… so… that probably was merely a friend or cousin or something. He didn’t have a photo of just the two moms. But, the rows beneath his own books and those photos were all alphabetized.
Xander explored further. The kitchen was just as clean, just as orderly. It was a pretty big kitchen for one man who likely didn’t have many friends, and it sort of reminded him of a movie set of a spaceship. The appliances were mostly chrome or white, with lights and stuff. The refrigerator was definitely new and fancy. He peeked inside and it was fairly empty (or possibly it appeared that way because it was so big). There was an absurd amount of different milk in there, oranges, gouda… raspberry jam, cotton candy grapes… He slammed the fridge. “Grace has been either stashing groceries here or he’s been accommodating her when he shops. I refuse to believe that the few things that she has to have in her own fridge at all times just happen to be the things that he also keeps in his! The fuck is the bread?” He went to the pantry and groaned at how it was both a walk in, and also as neat as everything else. He found the bread and there it was… Marbled rye from her favorite bakery… Xander clenched his fists and left the pantry, slamming it shut.
Why are you so angry? You KNOW that she’s seeing him. She’s been seeing him now for damn near half of a year... He entered a room that confused him. There were all these… costumes… Some of them were on stands, several things on a few racks… He walked a little further in and saw a table with a sewing machine and a side table with various tools and a figurine on it. This room was less neat than the others, and there was corner with a three way mirror, a shelf of wigs, and a rack of weapons… “LARPing!” Xander said, “Or something like that. These are all… costume things…” He saw a mannequin that was formed remarkably like Simon (like he probably was under his clothes). “Did he have this made in his image?” He picked up the figurine and noted it was a dragon of some sort. He didn’t know from what. He set it back down and moved on to the next room.
The bedroom wasn’t as neat either… but Xander had a feeling that wasn’t necessarily Simon’s doing. Because those were Grace’s Date Night boots at the foot of the bed and the book on the nightstand was one that she had been reading recently. He rushed to see if she had already taken a drawer in his dresser. Neatly folded clothes in each drawer, with the exception of a locked one. Alexandria had to keep watch outside, so he had to see if he could break into it himself. Whenever he did, he wasn’t expecting to see that… Xander turned up his nose at what he presumed was Simon’a sex drawer… Well, the dildo was a dead giveaway, and the strap… there were women’s underwear and lube, and other… things. He shut it and tried to rig the lock back into place, grumbling, “Grace better not have been in this drawer with him!”
For years, Xander had been telling Grace to just rip off the bandaid and bone somebody. If she waited until she found the weirdest creep in Seattle to do that, he would never forgive himself. But, there was nothing there to help him. All that he had proved was that this guy was an Extreme Nerd Olympics gold medalist, into pegging, and most likely a simp… because housing her favorite groceries?
He opened another door and a white cat came running out, startling him. She rushed into living room and Xander chased her. That room was ridiculously clean. He couldn’t remember seeing any cat fur in it, and he certainly didn’t want to leave any. He caught up with her quite quickly and picked her up by the back of her neck. She struggled with him and he said to her face, “Listen, you little shit. I already don’t like cats…” He peeked into the room she’d come out of and saw it was an entire room set up like some type of cat paradise… He tossed her in and closed the door. Somehow THAT was the weirdest room that he had seen in the place.
He had run out of time. He was getting ready to leave whenever he heard somebody knocking on the door. Alexandria would have still been out there, so… it must have been her, signaling to him to leave. He rushed out of the back and made his way off of the property, waiting around the corner for her and texted her where.
“Hello?” Simon said.
She turned around and looked confused at him. “Hi… are you… here for Luca too?” He stared at her for a bit, looked her up and down, sizing her up, figuring something. “Sir? Is this where you’re going?” she pointed at the door.
“This is where I live. Who did you say you were?”
“I’m here for Luca Magnus.”
“Ah. Magnus. They’re next door,” He pointed in the direction and she laughed and gestured with her fingers shooting herself in the head. “Simple mistake for a stranger. The addresses are very similar. You don’t look like any company that I’ve ever noticed them have. I’m pretty observant.” He blinked his eyes and her and gave her a very small smile that she could tell was not friendly.
Still, hers was as she said, “I’m the new masseuse. Are they gonna send me right back where I came from when they see me?”
“If you don’t have your supplies in your car, probably.” he said, looking around for her car. His driveway was uphill and if she had parked down below and walked up, it was suspicious for her to not have a bag with oil in it, or something.
“I can’t drive up these hills and I wanted to make sure it was the right house first. Thanks for your help.” He watched her rush off and head towards the Magnus house. She didn’t get into a car or go to the house, and he hurried to unlock his door, pausing only to notice that the lock looked scratched up and he couldn’t remember it being that way before. He came inside and walked through, eyeing everything. It looked fine. Maybe she hadn’t accomplished getting inside. Maybe he caught her before she had a chance. She looked familiar, but he was more concerned about making sure that the house was clear and safe. He reached behind his bookshelf and retrieved one of his guns, readied himself as he peered through his home, room by room. Samantha rushed out of hers. Nobody was in there, not in her closet full of supplies, either. He went into the bathroom, all clear. The bedroom… he noticed that the drawer wasn’t straight. He shook it and it was loose, but still locked. He knew that he would have noticed if that drawer was off in any way. He checked his closet, only his daily wardrobe. He checked his hobby workroom, and it seemed fine too, but his dragon… it was facing the wrong way. He always set them down facing himself. It was turned around. He turned it back and let out a frustrated breath.
Somebody had been in there, but they were gone, now. He put his gun away. If it had been that woman, he must have caught her coming out. But, why was nothing missing? Why would she break in and not take anything? Why did she look familiar?
He texted Grace.
Simon: Might have to skip coming over tonight. Someone broke in my house.
Grace: WHAT? Are you okay? What did they do?
Simon: Nothing appears to be missing, but I want to be sure to change the locks, and I have a drawer to fix. I don’t want you to come over, because I’m not sure why they were here and I don’t want you in danger.
Grace: Awww, that’s adorable. No offense, but if danger were to come through, I think I’d be a little more likely to have to keep you safe, Mon Beau Petit.
Simon smiled and blushed. He didn’t know if she was being condescending or flirting, but he liked it. Whatever it was.
Simon: I would never allow it, My Doll.
Grace smiled so brightly that Simon hit her right back with an affectionate nickname that her face felt pained.
She was sad that they might not be getting together tonight. Simon had become a bit of an anchor for her. He comforted her without pressuring her, judging her, or pitying her. It was like he knew just how she worked, just how to treat her for the best results. She left work with her coffee in hand, it was chilly, but not cold yet and the florals of her rose, lavender and chamomile coffee were flooding through her sinuses and senses. She loved the tingling it sent through her, like a little cleansing at the end of a long day.
The train ride home felt lonely. She was never really alone. She often felt like she was being followed and usually, by demons. Other times, she hoped it was an angel. She smiled and opened her social media up as she sat on the vehicle, playing music and seeing what Xander got up to after he left her and Simon.
Alexandria texted her earlier that she was going to be with him today. That was reassuring, as something was going on with him. She didn’t know if that was simply how he was now, or if it was a cause for concern. But, she was not going to browbeat him and make things worse. Instead, she checked out his media, saw nothing. Checked Alexandria’s. Saw even less. She groaned. If they were sleeping together again, she might honestly lose her chill…
But, then she saw something on Simon’s page. It was a computer drawn image of someone that he probably got his friend to make for him (because, she didn’t think he was that quick with a computer, even having apparently been pretty good in school), but what she noticed was the bomb tattoo on the neck of the image.
It was a white woman with a ponytail and a hoodie pulled over her head, but she had a tattoo on her neck of one of those circle bombs from the cartoons, lit… Grace took a screenshot and sent it to Alexandria. “Explain this,” was all that she typed.
Alexandria’s bubbles showed up and stopped several times before she finally replied several minutes later with, “Please ask Xander.”
Grace opened a thread with the three of them and sent the very same message into it.
Xander replied: Can’t chat. Observing an X.
Grace: Why was Alexandria at Simon’s house earlier and…
Xander: Going dark.
Grace: Somebody better answer me.
Alexandria: I’ve got a client. If he doesn’t get in touch with you by the time I’m done, I’ll call you.
Grace texted Simon: Come over whenever you’ve finished with things. Bring a bag. Stay the night.
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Simon didn’t really get to stay the night at Grace’s. The longest he had been there was that first time that she needed an alibi. Just the thought of being invited was everything to him, even with his preoccupied mind. He had to get to the storage unit and make sure that video cameras were able to record. It wasn’t that he intended to catch anything dirty (they weren’t like THAT, and he wasn’t even sure if he wanted them to be), but he did like having moments to relive over and over, where she smiled at him a certain way, or they held hands and you could just *see* the chemistry felt in the moment. He had opened the storage unit and went to set his bag down, figuring that he could simply set the recording and then dash out. He wasn’t expecting anybody to be at the storage at night, as they usually weren’t. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be met with a voice, and turn to see a face, and have it be Xander Helstrom, 747, Grace’s right hand, but…
“X marks the spot.”
11. This is Fucked Up
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Ever seen Anohana?
Yes, it’s one of my favorite anime for multiple reasons. It kinda has the same vibes as Your Lie in April. I’m not gonna spoil anything in this post if someone is interested in watching either, but I’ll say one thing. When the big dude in Anohana talked about what he saw on that faithful day...I choked on my own breath. I was as stunned as the characters because that I was some heavy stuff that didn’t expect from him at all. That scene felt like whiplash. That show was great.
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Daddy!Steve helping little!Peter clean up after he wet his pants. Daddy!Bucky cleaning the mess. Both of them help Peter feel better because he feels really embarrassed about it.
I added this to Collection of Cuties on ao3!
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Bucky and Peter had been going strong and steady for a while, both as a romantic couple and as a caregiver/little pair. While Peter had been hesitant to let others know about his regression (outside of Clint and Pietro, of course), they had both discussed it and decided to let Steve know as well. Steve was Bucky’s best friend and they trusted each other with their lives, which had been proven time and time again, so Peter wasn’t too worried about him knowing.
It took a few playdates for Peter to feel settled with Steve around and he clung to Bucky more often than not. But eventually, Peter was able to relax and even sit on Steve’s lap to cuddle when Bucky had to go to meetings to deal with some other chores around their unit. The two grew close over the weeks until there wasn’t much fussing when Bucky had to leave while Peter felt little since he knew Steve would be there to take care of him.
One day Peter woke up feeling little but Bucky wasn’t in bed with him. He whined and looked around the bedroom nervously until he heard movement out in the living room. The bed was really comfortable and he didn’t want to move, but he wanted his daddy more. So he managed to get up, tuck a blanket around his shoulders like a cape, and held his soft brown bear to his chest as he shuffled out to the living room.
“Daddy, you weren’t in bed,” Peter huffed, pouting in Bucky’s direction.
Bucky was already dressed and looked like he was getting ready to leave. Steve was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee. They both paused their conversation and glanced over when Peter appeared, nearly melting at the sight of his bed-ruffled hair and pink pouty cheeks.
“Aw, I’m sorry, baby. I was gonna go wake you up before I left, but I guess you beat me to that,” Bucky said in a gentle voice as he walked over to scoop Peter up.
Peter clung to Bucky and whimpered softly, not wanting his daddy to leave so soon. He was always clingy in the morning since he was slow to wake up, and it got even worse when he felt little. But Steve was right there, setting his mug down before standing and stepping up close to rest a hand on Peter’s back and offer his own reassurance too.
“It’ll be okay, buddy. I’m gonna be with you all day until daddy comes back. How’s that sound?” Steve’s voice had the same gentle tone as Bucky’s, and the words helped Peter slowly relax.
“‘Kay,” Peter murmured, though he kept his face tucked against Bucky’s neck.
Realizing it would take a little while for Peter to relax, Bucky shifted over to sit on the couch while keeping Peter on his lap. The younger man curled up with a sigh, glad that he seemed to be getting his way, and tugged at the blanket until it was laid across them properly. Bucky ended up tucked into the blanket just as much as Peter, which was likely on purpose, and he chuckled softly as his boyfriend got settled.
Peter peeked up with a small smile, holding his bear against his cheek and looking absolutely adorable. He liked when Bucky laughed, the sound was so happy and the vibrations in his chest made him feel fuzzy and warm. The little pressed closer with a soft sound as if he was trying to worm his way into Bucky’s clothes and keep him there somehow.
“I can only stay for a little bit, sweetheart. I got a meeting soon, that’s why Stevie is here,” Bucky reminded Peter, gently running a hand through his soft hair.
“We can just veg out and watch tv all day if you want,” Steve offered from where he sat a few feet away.
It was a tempting offer. Steve was almost as good at cuddling as Bucky, and they got along pretty well. Peter was just feeling grumpy about waking up alone and wanted to spend some time with his daddy before they had to be apart for the rest of the day. Rather than trying to force conversation with Peter, the two older men lapsed into comfortable silence as Bucky slowly rubbed Peter’s back and Steve sipped his coffee.
When it was finally time for Bucky to leave, he gently transferred Peter over to Steve’s lap. Peter was mostly asleep but still awake enough to whine and try to cling onto Bucky. Steve helped with the transfer, gently prying Peter’s hands off of Bucky’s shirt before wrapping him up securely in his blanket and cradling him on his lap. After another minute of fussing and Bucky peppering kisses over Peter’s head, he finally calmed down and curled into Steve instead.
“Good baby. I’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?” Bucky pressed one more kiss to Peter’s cheek before nodding in thanks to Steve and heading out.
Since Peter was still tired and his fussy episode had worn him out even more, he ended up dozing on Steve’s lap for a little longer. Steve was solid and warm, much like Bucky, so it was easy to nap and cuddle with him.
A few more hours passed and it was inching closer to lunch time when Peter finally woke up again. He yawned and stretched out across Steve’s lap before blinking his eyes open and looking around sleepily. Bucky was still gone but that was to be expected. At least Steve was there with him so he wasn’t completely alone.
“M’hungry,” Peter said as he leaned into Steve again.
“Want me to get lunch going?” Steve’s voice was still soft and Peter hummed at the sound. It was soothing when most other sounds felt overwhelming, and sometimes he couldn’t quite focus on what Steve was actually saying.
But the mention of lunch kept Peter focused, and he nodded before sliding off Steve’s lap to sit on the couch. He kept the blanket wrapped around himself and nuzzled into his brown bear as he slowly woke up.
Steve watched for a moment to make sure that Peter was okay before heading into the kitchen. All the units on the compound had a pretty open layout so Steve could still see Peter as he put together some sandwiches. He even cut Peter’s using a sandwich cutter that made the halves look like dinosaurs before arranging them on his plate with broccoli trees and a ranch dressing pond. And because Steve was a softie and liked to spoil Peter, he grabbed a bag of chips and poured some into a separate bowl too.
When lunch was complete, Steve brought the food out into the living room and set the plates on the coffee table. Peter lit up at the shapes of his sandwich and grabbed it eagerly, taking a big bite before humming in approval. Turkey and cheese was his favorite sandwich, as Steve had learned. And while raw broccoli wasn’t necessarily his favorite vegetable, he liked how they looked like trees and fit into the scene. Drowning them in ranch dressing helped Peter finish off his vegetables before he pulled the bowl of chips over and started happily crunching on them.
Steve liked to make sure Peter was healthy. Maybe it was all those PSA videos he made for high schools in the past, advocating for exercise and healthy diets, but it really stuck with him. And now that they could afford healthy foods, he saw no reason why they shouldn’t eat them. And since Peter finished his vegetables before reaching for the chips, Steve didn’t try to take the bowl away. He just ate his own lunch in peace and kept an eye on Peter to ensure he didn’t choke.
Once lunch was over, Peter seemed more awake. He was still in his pajamas but Steve didn't really see a reason why he should change, and he didn’t want to risk ruining Peter’s mood without Bucky there to swoop in and save the day. So he cleaned up their dishes as Peter grabbed the television remote and started searching for something to watch, humming softly to himself and starting to wiggle in place a little.
Steve didn’t really think much of the wiggling since Peter often moved around a lot, whether he was in a normal headspace or feeling little. It was nearly impossible to get him to stay still unless he was asleep. So Steve didn’t comment on it as he sat down again and waited for Peter to pick a show.
Peter finally settled on a Lego Star Wars show, eyes wide as he watched the animated blocks move around. And not even a minute passed before he hopped off the couch to find his own Star Wars Lego sets. Steve noticed Peter walking a little awkwardly but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong. He decided he would just keep a closer eye on Peter throughout the day.
“You feeling okay, buddy?” Steve asked as Peter sat down again, on the floor this time so he could play with his Legos.
“Mhm, I’m okay,” Peter answered without even looking up, sounding rather distracted.
Steve still wasn’t convinced, especially when Peter shifted to kneeling with his legs squeezed together. He was still wiggling, though now it was more like rocking side to side. And by then, Steve had got to know Peter well enough to recognize what was wrong.
“Peter, do you need to go potty?” Steve kept his voice gentle since Peter didn’t like to be interrupted when he was playing, but he would be even more upset if he had an accident.
“Nope!” Peter insisted, though his voice had gone a little higher which gave away both his lie and his growing need to relieve himself.
Rather than trying to argue, Steve took out his phone and sent a text to Bucky about it, mostly just to warn him that his boyfriend may need some help rather than trying to get Peter in trouble. Bucky replied saying the meeting was wrapping up and he would be back soon. Steve hoped Peter would last until Bucky returned.
But such was not the case. Barely ten minutes passed before Peter let out a sudden whimper and froze in place, hands wedged between his legs. His cheeks were pink but he refused to look at Steve, not wanting to admit that he was right.
“Can you stand up, buddy? We gotta get you to the bathroom,” Steve urged as he stepped over the toys to stand next to Peter.
Peter moved as if he intended to get up, but quickly froze again as he rose up on his knees. His whimper became a high whine as he squeezed his eyes shut and quickly shook his head.
“Can’ move, Stevie!”
The poor thing sounded so distressed, Steve’s heart ached for him.
“It’s okay, no need to move. Just focus on holding it and I’ll carry you, alright?” Steve offered as he kneeled down to pick Peter up.
But before Steve could lift him completely, Peter let out a little sob as the front of his pajamas turned dark. A line trailed down his leg as Peter started to tremble in Steve’s hold. Before either of them could do anything, there was a puddle forming on the floor. Peter started crying loudly and clung onto Steve for comfort, so upset that he had wet himself.
“Oh, Petey, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m not upset. Let’s get to the bathroom now, come on. Let’s get cleaned up.” Steve spoke slow and soft, trying to remain gentle to keep Peter from having a complete meltdown.
They managed to get to the bathroom without leaving too much of a trail, and Steve helped Peter out of his wet clothes before getting him into the shower. Steve rinsed Peter off before plugging the drain and letting the tub fill up for a bubble bath, hoping it would help him calm down again.
With the sounds of the water and Peter’s sobbing, neither of them heard Bucky come in. Bucky took time to clean up the mess and throw the towels in the washing machine before knocking on the bathroom door and peeking in.
Peter looked up with wide and fearful eyes, worried someone else would find out about his accident. But once he saw Bucky, he whined and reached his hands out like he wanted his daddy close.
“D-daddy,” he whimpered, still hiccupping with his sobs.
“I’m here, baby. Did Stevie get you all cleaned up?” Bucky asked softly as he kneeled down next to the tub.
Steve scooted aside so they could both be there as Peter nodded and grabbed onto Bucky’s arm with a wet hand. There were bubbles filling up the tub too, already sticking to Peter and helping him relax after his embarrassing ordeal.
“Mhm. Stevie’s nice,” Peter murmured, giving Steve a shy smile.
“It was no problem, buddy. You know I love you.” Steve really did love Peter, in a simple way that wasn’t really romantic. It was different from the love that Peter and Bucky shared.
Peter blushed at Steve’s words and ducked his head as he tried to press close to Bucky, even with his wet skin and the wall of the tub between them.
“Ah, come on, baby boy. Let’s get you clean, then we can cuddle,” Bucky suggested with his own smile.
Both Steve and Bucky worked to get Peter clean, blowing bubbles and gently tickling him until he was giggling again. By the time he was clean, he seemed to be in a much better mood. Bucky helped Peter stand and held onto him as Steve pulled the plug to drain the tub and grabbed a towel to dry Peter off. They both fussed over him the whole time, Bucky carrying Peter to the bedroom and Steve getting out some fresh pajamas to dress him in.
Once Peter was dried and dressed, he was all smiles again and held onto both Steve and Bucky. The two older men looked at each other curiously but they didn’t question it. The living room was perfectly clean when they went back out, nothing to remind Peter of what happened earlier. They piled onto the couch with Peter’s blanket and his favorite brown bear, a happy cuddle pile as they continued watching the Lego show that was on earlier.
It was easy to relax together. There was a beautiful sense of peace over them as Peter cuddled up to both Bucky and Steve, completely content and calm between them. Bucky faintly wondered if Steve would want to be more involved, be more than just a friend. Steve’s comment about loving Peter wasn’t overlooked. But he would have to talk to Steve about that separately, and mention it to Peter once he was feeling big again before anyone did anything about that.
For the time being, it was nice to just be together as they were. Peter was a sweet boy and deserved all the love offered him, no matter what kind it was.
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#winterspider#winterspidershield#daddy!bucky#little!peter#im gonna slowly integrate steve into this :3c#my writing#asks#leisurelypanda#collection of cuties
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Fevers Are No Fun!
Summary: Thomas gets sick, and the sides try to help him, but their sick as well and chaos ensues!
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Logan placed his hand against Thomas's forehead and stated "You have a body temperature of exactly 102.5 degrees Fahrenheit or precisely 39.16667 degrees Celsius. You know what that means-"
"It means you're going to die today." Virgil stated.
Thomas's heart practically stopped. Die? The young man was far too young to die! He had so much stuff he wanted to do with his life! Like binge watch all of Disney's animated movies for the seventh time this month! Or try that new Chinese restaurant that open down the street! But worse of all imagine all the great (and terrible) musicals he would miss if he died! It would be absolutely horrible if he died now!
The young man's eyes began to swell up, "It can't be true, right Logan? I'm not really going to die today am I?"
Seeing the man attempt to choke back his tears the logical side frantically tried to calm his fears, "No it's not!"It means you have a fever!"
"But he could still die today," Virgil argued.
You're really not helping our situation, right now Virgil! Logan internally yelled.
"Well yes, he technically could," the nerd conceded since Virgil was technically factually correct, "We all have an extremely small chance of dying at any moment in our lives, but Thomas has no higher chance of dying than any other day of his life."
The sides arguing about Thomas's fragility of life and how anyone can die at any given moment really wasn't helping his fever get any better. If anything the constant fear of death made him feel worse than when he woke up this morning.
"I feel awful," Thomas mumbled out before he snuggled back under the sheets in an attempt to distract him from the impending fear of death.
For a few moments Thomas laid their peaceful, and he thought he'd be able to sink right back to sleep and sleep the pain away. But just as he was about to shut his eyes and succumb to his tiredness, his bedroom door was slammed wide open and Patton ran in yelling "Don't worry kiddo, you're dad's here to take care of you!"
The fatherly side rushed over to Thomas's bedside with a piping hot bowl of chicken soup and water in his hands. Patton placed the soup and water on Thomas's nightstand, so he could help his sick son sit up straight to eat his food.
Patton lifted Thomas up and laid his back against the head board of the bed. At one point Patton had started talking to Thomas, but the sick man couldn't focus on a word he said. His head currently felt like it was a piñata that was being swung at by a child who had been starving for 8 days straight and the candy was the first source of food they've found. Really all Thomas could do was focus on the pain, until he heard a familiar voice talk to him in his head. It was Logan.
Your head is pounding out of control Thomas, you can't concentrate properly right now. I gonna to give you advice on how to sooth the pain, you must promise to listen to me or other wise you'll only make it worse.
Okay, Thomas replied internally, What do I do?
You need to close your eyes, and focus solely on breathing. It won't eliminate your headache, but It'll help reduce stress from it.
The ex-vine guy shut his eyes shut and felt his chest rise up and down with each breath he took. He stayed like that for a couple minutes until the pain subsided and he felt two different hands placed on him. One hand was cold and the sleeve of the owner's hoodie scratched against his arm. The hand held on tight, worried that if they let go Thomas would break into a million pieces. He could tell that hand belonged to Virgil. In contrast the other hand was warm and reminded Thomas of when his parents held his hand when he was little. It was very clear that this was Patton's hand.
After the headache was gone Thomas raised his eyelids and finally took a good look at the other sides. Patton was standing at his bedside with a small grin on his face in an attempt to cheer him up. While Virgil had already retracted his hand from Thomas and tried to look elsewhere. He didn't seem able to look Thomas in the eyes after worrying about him. Almost as if he was embarrassed for caring for him. Logan on the other hand was isolated from the three of them as he stood at the opposite end of the room.
Confused on why the third side was so far away, Thomas asked "Aren't you going to come over here Logan?"
"Oh, well I just assumed you had everyone over there already. That you didn't need me." Logan stated while fixing his glasses in an attempt to look like he was busy.
"We always need you Logan." the man said in his tired state.
For a moment the logical side's blushed a bright red at the sudden appreciation towards him, but it quickly went away as fast as it came.
"Yeah Lo! Come over and we can eat soup I made!" Patton yelled despite being less than 10 ft away from Logan.
"But you only brought one bow-" Thomas began to say before suddenly they all had bowls of soup in their hands.
"In the mind scape we can summon a bunch of things," Virgil reminded Thomas,"Don't you remember how Roman summoned a script and made us sing that stupid parody Christmas song that one year?"
Before Thomas got a chance to answer a second person of the day busted into his bedroom, except this time through his window rather than his door.
"Did someone say songs?" The dramatic side excitedly asked as he stood in front of a pile of glass shards that he created when he jumped through the window.
Before anyone got a chance to answer, Roman let out an audible gasp as he saw the scene in front of him "You guys are having the magic healing soup without me?"
"It's chicken soup Roman," Logan corrected.
"It's obviously magic healing soup! I've used it in battle when I've gotten injuries before and it healed me completely! Patton obviously puts some kind of magic in it! Everyone knows that! Aren't you supposed to be the smart one of the group?" Roman replied.
Patton whispered to Thomas "You wanna know what my magic ingredient is?"
Thomas had a good feeling he knew what it was but decided to humor Patton anyway "What is it?"
"It's love!" The fatherly side whisper as he summoned
another bowl of magical healing soup for Roman.
The actor picked up his spoon and dipped it into the bowl and began to say "This look great-" when he cut himself off by letting out a loud "AAAAAHHCCCCHHHOOO!"
A powerful sneeze came deep from within the prince. The sneeze was so powerful that it blew the entire soup out of his bowl and poor Virgil ended up being the victim of the sneeze's destruction. Noodles landed in the edgy man's hair and hoodie, soup poured off his face, and his black concealer ran down his face similar to one of those monsters in horror movies who had blood running down from their eyes. If looks could kill, Virgil would not only have killed Roman, he would've started a damn massacre.
Too busy with his current sneeze attack the creative side was having, he did not notice Virgil's death stare and how he was trying to restrain himself from murdering Roman on the spot. Luckily this time the prince managed to block his nose with his sleeve to prevent anyone else becoming a victim of his viscous snot.
"I think you need this" Logan said while offering a red handkerchief with a big R written in cursive on it.
The actor greatly accepted the gift from the nerd and being the overly dramatic person he was he sneezed passionately into the handkerchief. And everyone else just kinda sat there and watched in awe of the scene before them. They had never been so emotionally moved before by watching a man sneeze (or in Thomas's case watching himself sneeze).
Finally breaking out of his weird trance he had had on watching his creative side sneeze, Thomas asked "So wait does this mean you're sick too Roman?"
"Of course, if you're sick we all are sick," Roman stated while gripping onto his snot filled handkerchief.
"Is that true?" Thomas asked the other sides.
"Since we are literally the sides of you it would only make logical sense for us to be sick as well, if you were sick." Logan explained.
"Shouldn't you all be resting as well then?" Thomas inquired.
"Yes, but it's my job as your father to to take care of you even when I'm sick," Patton replied.
Patton picked up the soup resting on the nightstand and held up a spoonful of soup towards Thomas and said "Now why don't you open your mouth wide for daddy so I can feed you this- AAAAHHHCCCcCHHOO!"
At the sound of another side sneezing everyone tried to avoid what Roman did to Virgil and hid behind something. Thomas pulled the covers over him to shield the snot from attacking him. Virgil quickly zipped his hoodie, Roman summoned a shield infront of him, and Logan dove to the ground behind Thomas's bed.
When the sound of sneezing cease to exist everyone carefully crawled out from their barriers and saw a crying Patton stand with a bowl full of soup and snot in his hands. While Remus had an arm around him and asked "What's wrong daddy~?"
"I got snot in Thomas's soup that was supposed to help in feel better," Patton choked out between tears.
"Snot? That's stuff is like candy! If anything it would make you soup taste ten times better!" Remus explained.
Horrified Virgil asked "Why do you think snot taste like candy?"
"Because I've tried it before and it totally does," Remus replied as he picked a booger out of his nose and held it up in the air.
"For the love of PEMDAS Remus! Don't eat the booger!" Logan cried out before Remus dropped the booger into his mouth and ate it like a delicious piece of candy.
Everyone's face turn several shades of green, if they weren't sick enough before they surely were disgusted by the thing they just witnessed.
"I've seen to much, I need to lie down. I've had a long day," Virgil said. Despite it only being twenty minutes since Thomas woke up.
"Me too, I don't think I'm up for any adventuring to day." Roman added on.
The logical side pulled out his own handkerchief and blowed his nose into it "I think it would be optimal for us and Thomas if we all took the rest of the day to rest."
"Yeah, I guess so," Patton replied to Logan.
"Well you better go back to sleep kiddo and get so rest so you can feel all better later!" Patton turned to say to Thomas.
The sick man nodded his head and snuggled under his sheets and the last thing he heard before he feel asleep was "Goodnight," from the rest of the sides.
......
A few hours later Thomas woke up and he felt a lot better, he shoved the covers off him and got up out of the bed for the first time to day other than the times he had to pee or what I like to call exporting the cargo. He looked around his rooms and spotted a note sitting on his nightstand. He opened the note and read what's inside
Dear Thomas,
If you're reading this note (your probably dead. Stop scaring him Virgil!) you must feel a bit better. The rest of us have already got all our rest and our feeling better already. If you feel well enough, you can head down to the kitchen and Deceit has already prepared food for you. Apparently he's been so busy cooking all day; he didn't have a chance to visit you earlier. You may be thinking, shouldn't he be able to cook quicker since he has six arms? And I'll follow you up with another question, haven't you ever tried to focus on six things at once? That shit is practically impossible man. He almost burned downed the house a couple of times while cooking, so he had to keep a fire extinguisher in one set of his hands in case he started another one. He went through a lot of hard work to make you this meal because he cared about you, so thank him when you get down here. Ok?
Sincerely,
The Sides
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Part 12
Part 11 Masterlist
Trigger Warnings: Anxiousness is mentioned, as well as meds, there’s swearing, a lot of tears, a lot of tension, injuries, and swearing.
*Also, I’m planning on having this story as a slow burn, so please be prepared. ;)
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Prompts: “Do I look like I give a fuck?”, “I don’t know what I’m feeling, but I’m feeling a lot of it.”, and “Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.”
A/N: Okay guys... shit’s about to hit the fan. I don’t know what else to say about it, really. This is going to be an... interesting couple of chapters coming up. I hope you guys like it, though! You get to see a... different side of the characters. ;P Happy reading!
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School, while boring and unnecessary due to the fact that you've already graduated, was one of the best parts of your day.
You got to basically do anything you wanted, within reason. The only reason you were there was because all your college courses were online, and being in the school library kept you close to everyone. You could walk with them to and from school, and focus on all your lectures while in the school's library.
However, as you guys walked to school, everything was silent. You could practically hear Micheal's jaw grinding, and you actually could hear Scarllet picking at her nails.
With a silent sigh, you slip your hand into hers as you two walked together in sync. She needs to stop picking at her fingers until they bleed if she wants to use them to type more scientific theses. And she knew that too.
"Try not to get too anxious today. Everything's gonna be alright," you muttered, watching Scarllet nod along in your peripheral vision, "Did you take your meds today?" you ask, now actually turning to look at her.
She looked... too anxious to have taken her meds.
"I sort of... forgot.," she mumbled, trying to pick at her thumb. Your hand got in the way, and she gave you a slightly panicked look.
A sigh escapes your lips before you can hold it back, but you nod in understanding. "Just remember to take them when we get home, please?" You gave her a hopeful smile.
Scarllet nodded eagerly, "Yeah, but could you remind me? I'll probably forget by lunch with my muddled brain." she shrugged, a nervous chuckle escaping her throat.
You nodded, offering a small smile as you got to the doors of Chloe and Katie's school.
"Okay you two," you smiled at Katie and Chloe, "Have a good day at school! And if anyone bugs you, don't be afraid to tell 'em off." You winked, hoping they didn't actually know any swear words.
Well, Chloe probably does, but that's beside the point.
It's eight-thirty and everyone is in their class by now, so you've retreated to the library to watch your trig lecture. You wanted to just sit and sleep here; because Trig was your hardest subject. Not because the actual math is hard, but because you can never seem to focus on it. You always ended up zoning out, which meant you had to watch it over again.
Hours passed by, and you only left the library once to use the restroom, which surprised the librarian after she saw you chug down four coffees.
Then again, was that really surprising for you?
The last bell of the day rang and you left the library, actually a little nervous about what would happen when you asked about this morning.
But it was too late to be nervous because, by the time you got home, things were too tense to be realistically okay.
Peter, seemed fine, as always. He asked if you could be his subject for his science project. You accepted, and he looked like he was going to pass out, then cry in his sleep or something.
Unfortunately, everyone else looked fucked.
Micheal had yet another busted lip (you've always wondered how he's managed to keep his snake bites in tacked since he's gotten them), a bruise on his jaw that looked close to bleeding, and the starting of a black eye. But the scariest thing? The scariest thing was how... frazzled he looked. You honestly thought he was going to cry when Maverik stumbled on the sidewalk.
Speaking of Maverik, he was acting strangely as well. It looked like he was trying to hide a limp and pain by his ribs. His hood was up the entire walk home, despite the fact that he had a hat (which ended up being held in his pocket), and he didn't talk or smile. Instead, he chose to glare at everyone who passed. He also tried avoiding your gaze, walking ahead of you and keeping his face down. And even though he tried to hide it, you could still hear the way he groaned every time someone bumped into him.
And that wasn't the worst of it.
Katie was on the verge of tears the entire way home, refusing to talk about how her day went. Actually, she refused to talk at all. She kept her head down too, playing with the rim of her shirt. She walked silently without purpose or care, which lead to her tripping multiple times. She also walked into a pole (which Chloe laughed at), and fell on her face without a normal reaction.
Chloe was acting as she usually does, somehow ignoring the angry glares Scarllet shot at her every time she sighed. It was like Scarllet wanted her to stop breathing or something.
The most surprising thing, however, was the fact that Malissa, who always oozed confidence with every breath and fiber of her being, seemed about as anxious as Scarllet is when she forgets to take her meds.
You don't know what's been going on, because you've been gone all weekend for a mission, but you know what happened had to have been bad.
And just when you thought things wouldn't get any worse, fate decided to prove you wrong.
When everyone got back to the tower, the real shit went down.
It all honestly reminded you of a scene from a movie as you watched it play out. Like it was too dramatic and horrible to be true.
Katie sulked in the living room as she slowly pulled out her homework and a bag full of animal crackers. As soon as she set it down, she hesitated, tears gathering in her eyes as she shook her head and put the bag back in her backpack.
Scott, a nearby observer, ave her a concerned look.
"Katie, is everything okay?" he got up from his seat on a nearby couch and moved to sit by Katie, who was trying her god damned hardest to keep herself from crying. "What's wrong?"
Katie sniffed, tried to shake her head, she tried to tell him to go away, but when she opened her mouth all she could manage was a choked back sob. She was trying so hard not to cry, she hated crying because it made other people sad, and yet here she was.
"Hey hey hey, what's wrong Kit-kat?" Scott asked, looking both pained and concerned by her tears. "What happened?"
Katie could hold back anymore, she bawled as she threw herself into Scott's opened arms.
"Chloe said she'd rather die than eat with me at lunch today!" Katie sobbed, her tears soaking her cheeks as well as Scott's tee shirt.
Scott looked surprised, to say the least. He knew Chloe could be a bit harsh, but he didn't think she'd go that far... There had to more to the story, right?
"What do you mean?" Scott asked, his eyes frantically searching for some sort of lie. He believed her, absolutely, he just hoped... he hoped Chloe wasn't that cruel.
Katie couldn't breathe, she was trying, she really was, but she couldn't. She was choking on her tears, her nose was too stuffed, and she couldn't focus. She was too distressed.
Then, as if fate wanted this to get worse, Steve and Bucky entered the living space after just having finished their midday training/workout and showering.
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cream of the crop pt. 1
pairing → mygxreader
genre → angst (in future parts), fluff
warnings → for this part, there are no warnings
word count → 6.6k
okAY so fyi this is unedited for now and i might come back to switch certain things up but oh my god in bon voyage there was a part where yoongi got a strawberry milkshake and i stg this was in my wip waaaay before that so when i saw the gif i think i wailed a bit bc he made it literally canon my friends!!!! hope u enjoy this guys im chwishfsdkfhl
Yoongi just wanted a god damn strawberry milkshake to release work stress. not to be grabbed by the arm by a stranger begging him to role play as some perfect boyfriend or another.
There are a variety of absurd experiences Min Yoongi has been unfortunate enough to cross within his current lifetime.
Thinking back, there was that time Yoongi picked up the phone to his childhood best friend Kim Namjoon, who thought he was being robbed by foreigners on the side of the street at one in the afternoon, and frantically asked Yoongi to please come save him by the way its the sidewalk on 44th street bring a gun!
“What kind of fucking robbers let you make a phone call, dumbass?” Yoongi barked into the phone, pretty upset that his afternoon nap was interrupted by some nonsensical disturbance.
“Oh shit Yoongi, you’re probably right,” Namjoon exhales and stays on the phone with him though, as he tries to solve the mystery of the tourists who just wanted to let Namjoon know that he had dropped a couple bills. They were discreetly carrying knives because they were opening a wood carving stand a block over, Namjoon explained later. Yoongi was quite the unamused listener.
There was another time in his already awfully long life when Yoongi himself was found caught in the middle of a fight between a Minecraft gamer and a ballerina carrying a flower vase, but that was a long story where it finally ended with him being released from custody as soon as the police had determined his innocence.
Or that other glitch in his simulation of a life when he had to bring nine cats home with him after work. Yoongi never knew he had a cat allergy, but he learned it the hard way that night as he sneezed so hard for so long till he couldn’t hear anything out of his ears.
So when Yoongi is feeling something in the air tickle his nugget of a brain that he should skip his ritual milkshake tonight and head on home right away to avoid whatever this coming disturbance is, Yoongi does what Yoongi does best, and he ignores his intuition because who cares, what Yoongi wants is his McFreaking milkshake.
Everything goes smoothly. Yoongi successfully orders a milkshake at the bar. He successfully receives the right order. He successfully starts to drink the milkshake in the quiet serenity of two am on a Monday.
But then he fails to leave as soon as she comes in the door, the same girl who legitimately flings the entrance open like some wild animal and he is so horrified he can’t look away from this scene and makes the mistake of meeting your gaze.
The damage is done, however. He knows you’ve selected him as your prey among the barren tables save for one lady picking up fries togo and the waitress staring at you in fear.
“Lady, please get off me,” he groans, pulling your fingers off his biceps as if they’re blood hungry leeches. His arm is free for maybe a second before your fingers fly back, grip stronger than before and this time Yoongi really can’t do much with just the one tired, exhausted hand; the one that isn’t holding the milkshake glass.
He’s whispering a string of curses and damnations at One Week Ago Yoongi for slacking with working out. Or any of his past Yoongis, really. He rests his head on the tips of his fingers, weighing down on his elbow angled onto the table.
“You don’t understand,” you wheeze dramatically, eyes round with terror. Uh, hello? I don’t care enough to understand, Yoongi mentally comments. “My parents, they-“
Sure, you might’ve been exaggerating everything a little, but what’s a little show and extravagance when your damn life is on the line? A matter of life and death knows no tranquility.
He looks at you half lidded; boredom and ‘are you really still talking to me Ican’tbelievetheaudacity’ washing over his face doing a whole awful lot to create a grave aura around him. You can physically see the deathly ash gray energy come off him in waves like something from an anime.
At this point, Yoongi’s thinking he might just ditch you, make a run for it to never see your crazy ass again and the idea is so tempting but instead, he responds. He’s not too sure why, although it’s probably ‘cause he’s paid an awful lot for this deliciously overpriced milkshake that has yet to be completely consumed. But the fact of the matter is he does respond, even thought you’re clearly not in the right state of mind and he really should be telling you to go home.
“Listen, they’re not gunna care if your boyfriend’s a bum. It’s your life anyways, why would they care?” Yoongi notices he’s got about another sip or two of his milkshake and then he can hightail it outta this joint and a certain spazz grabbing onto him.
You let go of his arm, thinking maybe you came off a little too strong and run your hands over your hair to pat down the flyaways contributing to the messy, crazed look.
“Now, I really absolutely must get going… miss,” Yoongi has finished his drink with a content sigh, a little disappointed that the experience was partially ruined with your improv tug of war, but content nonetheless. “Don’t worry, I’ll go ahead and take care of your water,” he reassures you dryly and stands up from the bar’s long legged chair, grabbing his expensive leather jacket. The best purchase he’s ever made in his life, he tends to overshare this fact to anything or anyone with two ears and legs, seeing as how he wears it everyday through wind, rain and the scorching heat.
Your eyes flash in one last lunge of desperation and your integrity flies out the window and disappears into the sky like a balloon. Floating away… peacefully, gone forever till all that’s left is your soulless body embarrassing yourself like this on a Monday at two am.
“Please,” you choke out one last time and sincerity taints your voice, everything you’ve depended on relying on this thin line of his consent.
There’s something about it that Yoongi finds himself hesitating for as his mind reels from the way your fingers grip the end of his jacket sleeve.
“I really, truly only need your help for a couple days. I-I’ll even pay you.”
Your eyes dart to the floor from his face with your final push, unable to face rejection one last time from help you so ridiculously need. His body halts, and with this, you take it as a sign for your fingers to relax and stop holding his like some child refusing to let go of their lollipop.
There’s one thing the weary should know, and it’s that one specific thing hits a chord with Min Yoongi that makes him who he is.
“Shit.”
Hana looks up at you in what seemed like concern and a bit of ‘damn, you live like this?’ tainting her face. You keep going back and forth between looking down at your most recent message on your phone and up to her face, still contorted in confusion unable to face the reality that is your life right now.
You’re not okay, this can’t be happening — everything you had worked up for up until this point, only to be destroyed by your parents’ wrath would be the endgame for your life. You need to lie down and forget this day even happened.
“Are you, okay?” She can’t help but emphasize the ‘okay’ with leaning her head in a tilt.
“Hana,” you squeak out, hands pressed against your eyes till you see stars. It’s late, you’re braincell-less from such last minute studying and you’re absolutely, completely fucked. And not in the nice way you normally would want to be.
“My parents are coming over and want to meet Jungkook.”
Hana lets out a strangled gurgle of terror from the back of her throat as she runs her hands through her dark hair and crawls over to you to peer at your phone screen. Now that she knows you’re fucked, you want to throw your phone out the window and run away. Or just throw yourself out the window. You stand up from your sitting position on the floor and take deep breaths counting to ten and back again.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “You’re screwed.”
You twist your face and tell her, “Thank you so very much for the vote of confidence! I’ll just have to remember that while trying to explain everything to my parents.”
Hana’s pained smile emits an apologetic vibe as she continues to voice her thoughts. “Damn. Seriously though… what’re you gonna do, I mean. You still have… two days?”
“I don’t even know anymore,” you wail, falling back to the floor and hoping it’ll somehow open up, and take your body into the recesses of the earthy ground. “Is a day or two even enough time for him to come back from that trip?”
“Wait, you mean you would have your parents actually meet him?” Hana looks over at you incredulously. “Like, we’re talking about your boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, right?”
Backtrack – So, okay, yes maybe you had a few flaws. One of them was the fact that you were maybe a little too prideful. As in it’d physically pain you for your parents to know that your boyfriend was a bum who did absolutely nothing.
You had lied to your parents from the very beginning, pulling off the scam with a few explanations here and there saying, “Oh, no he’s too shy. He won’t take pictures!” when your parents wanted to see who this guy was. The occasional “He can’t meet up with us because he’s studying for his very big exam haha you know how these studious nerds are sorry!”
You wince from her tone, speaking as if he’s a demon sent from hell, and start collecting strands of your hair to comb through with worry.
“I mean, if he were here I could play him up as the guy I made him out to be,” you mused. “They don’t even know what he looks like. Probably think he’s afraid of cameras, poor baby.”
Hana looks slightly revolted from your gently verbalized “uwu” and snaps her fingers to garner your attention back onto the matter at hand.
“Wait- I,” you sat back up, all the blood rushing this way and that causing a weird feeling to consume you and you see black for a good three seconds before it dissipates. “Don’t judge me for what I’m about to say.”
“Done,” Hana nods. “I live with you and judge you enough already.”
You look at her unimpressed, lips curled into an unamused smile.
“How about I get a fake boyfriend? Like, right now?”
Hana doesn’t even know where to begin she laughs because she thinks you’re literally joking but then stops when she knows you’re not. “Uh, you do realize it is two am, Y/N. Where are you planning on going to look for an accomplice to role play your perfect boyfriend?”
“Honestly speaking, I’ll probably have to go to a bar or something.” Just saying this out loud was enough to acknowledge that you yourself were not thinking straight.
“You’re just going to walk into a bar and pick up the first dude you lay eyes on is what you’re implying…” Hana trails off, as she begins to re-evaluate the situation. “Are you okay?”
“No,” you sigh, brushing off your jeans as you stand up. “But this is my only option.”
“Well, you could always tell the truth to your mom and dad. You don’t have to be so full of it, Y/N. And listen, you’re 20 going on 21… how much longer are you going to hide this from your parents? You’re literally an adult.”
You frown and start walking out of the room, grabbing a jacket before you head outside and to the car. “I’m not full of it,” you defend your poor self. “I just need my parents to think I’m living my best life with the best boyfriend so they don’t rub in how they were right all this time or whatever overprotective shit they wanna pull on me.”
Hana holds up her hands as an act of surrendering and picks up your phone from the floor to hand it to you. Before it’s passed off however, a pinging sounds and she calls out the notification.
“Your mom texted you to say–“ Hana squints from how dark your phone’s lighting is. “They’re actually planning on starting to drive over tonight and should make it here by tomorrow evening?”
You start to panic, countless thoughts crashing the calm of your mind like stormy waves as you start to assess your problem at hand. You need to find a fake boyfriend, said fake boyfriend must learn what must be learned about you and said fake boyfriend will need to do a good enough job to keep your parents away forever and hopefully this will work because you don’t know what you’ll do the next time your parents come to “check up” on you because they think something’s fishy with this hypothetical fake boyfriend.
You let out what sounds like something between a sob and a groan as you snatch the phone from Hana’s hands and run out of the house, debating between driving to the nearest diner or running away from home.
See, the problem with your parents were that they were overbearing to the point that they even hated the fact you decided to attend college out of state. Mind them, it was only one state away, but it did absolutely nothing to soothe their constant fretting over your wellbeing and life. You were fed up with the relentlessly strict parental control and went crazy in college – finally dating, drinking and partying – although it was still at a good minimum.
To expose to your parents that you were dating an undecided major who spent the money he could scrounge around for on video games was a one-way ticket to hell so in order to save face and keep up the façade that you in fact were living your best life possible, you dreamt up of the littlest, white lie.
Your boyfriend was a perfect boy. One grade above you, one his way to graduating as a summa cum laude. He had an internship and was already guaranteed a job after college as a biomedical engineering major. You painted the perfect picture so you could present yourself in the best way possible to your parents.
The way your hard work was about to be shattered by the way so many coincidences piled on top of each other was a bit frustrating to say the least. You weren’t sure how you kept this a secret for so long and frankly, how your parents didn’t doubt you from the start but now they believed him to be a camera shy, facetime shy boy that only spent his time studying.
You didn’t even want to start on the numerous occasions you and Jungkook had ended a night fighting because of this ridiculous situation, that sure, you put yourselves in. You weren’t sure why you did this, but of course it wasn’t because you were too prideful.
Yoongi never lets money slip out of his hands. Call him frugal, call him thrifty, he doesn’t care. He just knows that if it’s worth the price, he’ll do it.
“Fine. I’ll do this. But I want cash and I want half of the end amount right now,” he knows he’s being demanding and it does look like you reek of eau de poor college student but with the request you’re making, he thinks it’s only fair.
You look teeny tiny and exhausted from the way you crumple your body on the seat next to him and it’s annoying how much work you’re going through because of a simple lie, but you can’t back out now. The way you’ve been explaining the situation to him is really making you sound a little crazy but hey, you’re only human and this isn’t the weirdest situation Yoongi has ever been in.
“How is this even going to work?” Yoongi looks at you as if you haven’t thought this far ahead. “Haven’t they seen his face? Is he even okay with this? Are you running a scam show? If this turns out to be a mess, I want no part of the repercussions.” He squints at you and crosses his arms, eyeing you suspiciously.
“I’m not stupid,” you roll your eyes and scrunch your face from irritation. “They’ve never seen pictures or anything of his face. I’m thankful my boyfriend doesn’t have social media, but I mean, even if he did my parents are technologically inept, anyways.”
“This is so extra, this is like, almost kind of idiotically stupid,” with a snort, Yoongi continues to doubt you. “I can’t believe I agreed to this. You better pay me the remaining amount as soon as this shit’s done. I’ve got things to do.”
“I’m sure you have so much stuff to do concerning your things,” you bite back and have to hold steady the urge to punch his weak looking noodle arm. Just keep thinking about how grateful you are that this sort of handsome spawn of the devil is agreeing to save your ass and livelihood.
He huffs and has the audacity to look offended, loosely crossing his arms across his chest. “Whatever, run this by me again.”
“Okay,” you sigh. You nearly teeter off the edge of the stool from sleepiness, an untouched glass of water in front of you and you watch the droplets trickle down the sides of the condensating cup. “My name is Y/N and yours is Jeon Jungkook. I’m 20 and you’re 21…”
You start to list off factual information and the details get a little blurry as they re-enter his mind because now it’s almost 3:20 in the morning and Yoongi just wanted a fucking milkshake but now it’s like he’s in college all over again, cramming all the notes and tidbits of information he can into his mind to purge it in five hours on the dreadful test. Even though Yoongi’s suffering, he starts noticing these things about you that’s definitely a little confusing to him and gets him a little worked up but in all the right ways.
He pays attention to the way when you laugh you move to cover your mouth with your hand, it’s kind of endearing. Sure, he’ll admit he thought you were pretty behind the air of desperation and super strange vibes you let out when you first marched into the door. Like, perhaps very pretty. He’s not sure but it might be something to do with the shape of your eyes and the pink of your lips. But the tendency you have to tilt your head when you smile is something that Yoongi starts noticing too and–
Yoongi catches himself thinking these thoughts that are so out of bounds and unnecessarily loud. It’s okay, he mentally argues. These are fake boyfriend feelings and it is late. I am exhausted, I don’t know what I am talking about.
And there you have it folks. Yoongi solves this problem of the Case of Weird Emotions with a simple answer. He’s just a really good fucking actor and can get into character so well that he starts thinking the way his character would. That’s all. And now Yoongi is mentally punching himself because he sounds really fucking weird. And fuck, he needs to stop cursing because he needs to be a well polished, dapper, perfect boyfriend.
He shudders and you see it, not because you’ve been looking at him but because he does it in a really obvious way that calls for attention in your peripheral vision.
“Are you alright?” You ask warily, eyeing him because what if he’s having a spasm attack holy shit?
Yoongi grunts with his absurdly deep voice and says, “Yeah, go on.”
“I wish we had more time,” you whine, rubbing your probably bloated face with sweater paws and something tickles Yoongi’s heart from the way you look and speak although he does his best to ignore it.
“It’s okay, I’ll remember this, I’m pretty sure… let’s just try and come up with a code word or something for me. Like, if I don’t know something I’ll say or do something and you’ll cover for me.”
You nod your head and for the first time that night it seems like you really smile and it’s cute, but not cute enough to swindle Min Yoongi’s heart. Of course not.
“Do you know how to crack your fingers?” You ask after a few moments of deep contemplation.
Yoongi suddenly looks small because he’s shoving his hands in between his thighs to cover them from the cold and you almost coo as he nods his head yes.
“Great,” you look away from his figure to calm yourself. “Just do that and then I’ll fill in. That’s the signal.”
“Does this mean we’re done now?” Yoongi’s voice has gotten raspy over the span of time you’ve spent with him because of how he spent most of it just listening to you and barely opened his mouth.
“I dunno,” you nervously gnaw on your lower lip, another habit Yoongi has picked up on fondly. Or not fondly, not at all… at least only fondly with fake boyfriend feelings. “I’m really not sure how this is going to turn out. Thankfully my friend is going to stay at a friend’s house to avoid more possible complications.”
“Alright then, give me a call tomorrow morning and I’ll get over to your place by two in the afternoon.”
You shake your head, “No, come earlier. We need as much time as possible to go over this. Remember? They’re arriving sometime that night.”
Yoongi groans from the revolting sentence he has just been forced to hear and he cries, “But I can’t! You’ve kept me up for this long evil lady, I should’ve been in bed falling asleep hours ago!”
“I’m sorry,” you feebly offer. “But I really need to nail in a lot more with you.”
Yoongi grumbles a wide variety of things under his breath comprised of but not limited to, “You’re lucky you’re cute”, “Fuck, I need a good ten hours of sleep to retain all this information, though” and “Damn it, I want my money”.
“Fine– 11 is the earliest I’ll be there. And are you sure you’re okay with giving me your freaking address? You’re going to let a stranger know where you live and you’re fine with it,” Yoongi lowers his tone towards the last bit in uncertainty.
“I’ll be fine because my roommate is a police force trainee who has armed me with a panic button along with pepper spray. You’ve been warned,” you wiggle your brows. “Plus you’re my fake boyfriend and you want the money. I’ll see you tomorrow at eleven.”
You both get up from your chairs, leaving cash tips and Yoongi’s expression changes into one of respect and newfound admiration.
“Duly noted,” he chuckles as he holds the door open for you to walk through, the brisk, autumnal air enveloping you.
Outside in the parking lot you head towards your car and see only a couple other vehicles, one of them being a motorcycle and you don’t think twice about it till Yoongi is waving goodbye to you as he walks in the direction of it.
“Wait,” you call out and Yoongi immediately halts, turning to face you with an expectant raise of his brow. “That’s your ride?” You point at the motorcycle.
He smirks and shoves his hands into his leather jacket as deep black as the galaxy and his hair swirls around from the wind above his twinkling eyes.
“Isn’t she beautiful?”
You groan, wondering if you have enough money to fork up however much it would cost to rent a car. You’re pretty sure you don’t, but if it’s for this boy, the best you could pick out on a quiet Monday morning at two, the cream of the crop, you’ve really got no other choice.
You just hope this cream of the crop has a license to drive a car.
The next morning you wake up at eight, sitting up in your plush bed as memories of last night flood your mind in horror. Restless sleep tightened your neck through the night, stress eating away at you and your ability to sleep peacefully.
You groan, peeking at your alarm clock and take a deep breath before you whip your hair out of your face and harden your resolve by sheer will. You pull of the covers and step out of your room, trailing for the kitchen in order to brew yourself some deeply needed coffee.
“Coffee first,” you mumble. Priorities.
Hana is sitting in the living room, a mug on the coffee table in front of her. She looks up as soon as she sees you enter from the short hallway.
“Mornin’ sunshine, there’s some coffee left for you,” she chippers cheerfully. “You got up pretty early. You’re meeting the man of the hour soon, right?”
“Meh, don’t remind me,” you grumble, shuffling into the kitchen and from the coffee machine, you see her kick her slippers off and finish the last of her homework. You pour the still hot liquid holy grail into your Totoro mug and start to mix in cream and sugar seeing as how you’re not as abhorrent as Hana with her love of black coffee.
“But damn, you were just a wreck last night,” Hana teases. “I can’t believe you really got someone to do something this crazy for a girl they just met.”
“It was the money,” you point out, sipping the first few tastes of coffee. It needs a bit more sugar. “I’m so fucken exhausted! Listen, I don’t even have that kind of money to pay him.” You can hear your stash of hidden cash for emergencies underneath your drawer already crying for help. This could qualify as an emergency, you doubtfully suppose.
Hana is still recovering from the surprise of hearing your insane plan worked, even if she found out last night. You remember how you entered the house, satisfied with how quote on quote smoothly the ordeal went even if you were about to be $600 short on money and stressfully sleep deprived the next morning. Hana walked out of her room with sleepy eyes and a bit of bedhead to you getting ready for bed so early in the morning, although she gained a bit of consciousness after hearing how your plan had indeed, succeeded.
Now that it’s the morning and your adrenaline rush had bled away and you’re in a clearer state of mind, doubt starts to trickle in and you are wondering what in hell you were thinking in the first place. You shake the thoughts away and focus on the task at hand.
“I’ll be getting out of the house soon,” Hana comments, starting to pack up whatever textbooks and notes she’ll need for the next day or two.
“You’re the amazingest,” you gratefully smile at her and try to convey your upmost sincerity. As best you could, at least.
“Yes,” she agrees mindlessly. “I am, aren’t I? I am so amazing—so amazing that I am literally leaving the apartment that I share with you for you and the stranger to bond and learn how to role play as lovers. It sounds crazy, I know, but here we are.”
Your smile fades away as you look at her in playful disbelief. “Go to your room, pack your granny underwear and your granny clothes, and leave this household!”
Hana scrunches her nose in distaste, “They’re not granny clothes! They’re retro! And thongs or whatever strip of fabric you claim are underwear are so uncomfortable, literally leavemealonegoodnightDevil!”
You laugh as she prances to her room to stuff her duffle bag full of clothes she’ll need in order to survive for the time she’s gone and you glance at the clock to see it read 8:30, and you go off to your room to get ready for the very. Incredibly. Extremely, long day ahead.
It is at ten that you have finished cleaning up your room, taken a quick shower and waved off Hana out of the home you two share. You walk back inside after seeing her depart safely promising to text you when she arrives, even though it’s the daytime and she’s just a good ten feet away, you never know what could happen. Even if she’s almost a police officer.
Which, speaking of, she has reminded you countlessly about, telling you to pass on the message that she will personally come to fuck him up if anything happens to you. You appease her with saying you will, but you sure as hell don’t plan on doing so.
Closing the door, you sigh deeply and it leaves you a little lightheaded as you lean your back against the door.
“Oh, shit.”
It hits you then that this is really happening. Like, your idiotic plan your brain thought up of that you thought was foolproof was really happening. There were so many holes that could expose you in a second and the thought of you being ousted in front of your parents tugged at your pride riddled mind.
The anxiety twitches your fingers as you pull up your phone and it leaves you staring at his message from last night.
yoongi: see u at 10:30
You forget he suddenly promised an earlier time at the last minute and you reckon you’ve got yourself about twenty or so minutes for him to show up at your door. It’s enough time for you to beat your face with makeup and put on some presentable clothes.
At 10:30 sharp he arrives at the door and it catches you by surprise because he doesn’t seem to be an advocate for timeliness. You tug down at your cropped sweater one last time before you open the door to see Yoongi in all his slightly bloated, freshly showered glory.
He looks a bit nervous, seeing as how he kept worrying over this very situation he should never have gotten himself into over the night not to mention what if you sent him the wrong address. Yoongi’s eyes flit from your face to the room behind you but he manages to keep his jittery
“Hey,” you sigh in relief. “Thank goodness you’re here. And thanks for coming so early.”
Yoongi loses a bit of the nervousness in his system and seems a bit more relaxed than he was when you first met him, probably because he’s gotten a better grip of his surroundings than last night, when he was completely hit with a curveball. In the face. At 500 miles per hour. In the form of you. HIs face loses the tension in the muscles and his lips take on a nonchalant smile. You also notice he’s wearing the same leather jacket as last night and you wonder if he has anything else available to wear.
“No worries,” he says in that gruff voice of his but he clears his throat quickly and yeah, you notice he’s still pretty high strung. This whole tribulation is probably a first for him too.
“Come on in,” you gesture inside, and make space for him to make through. Not that he needed much anyways being the tiny man he is.
“Alright,” he mutters, stepping into the apartment and slipping off his shoes. He doesn’t really pay attention to the apartment anymore but rather your outfit. You wearing sweatpants that still hug your legs and figure looks really good with the bit of skin exposed under the hem of your cropped Adidas sweater and Oh my God shut up, he scolds his train of thought.
It’s just that psychology of attraction at first sight, or whatever. Sure, it’s not his first time meeting you, sure, but you two have only recently met. Yoongi is certain he is a man of strong will. He would never let himself start feelings these things for someone who is already in a relationship.
He tears his gaze away from you before you can notice his burning stare and starts to run his eyes over the layout.
“Well,” you laugh strangely, trying to cover your skittishness. “This is where I live. I guess we can run over what we talked about last night over there on the couch.”
You point at the black sofa and Yoongi nods, walking over to sit down stiffly.
“Did you want something to drink?” You ask, noticing the way he stays pretty quiet. This won’t do. Your fake boyfriend is a great conversationalist.
“No, I’m fine, let’s just go over what we have to. I don’t wanna mess up…” Yoongi trails off and a hint of concern tinges his voice as you smile.
“Sounds good,” you agree.
“Okay, first things first,” you start reciting the basics as you are sat next to him. Yoongi does a really good job of staying on task at first, he swears. He’s listening intently but all of a sudden he’s thinking about how sweet and pretty your voice is and next thing he knows he’s thinking about how hard it is to just even meet your gaze, because your eyes are just such a wonderful outlet of all your emotions it’s really hard to meet them and not just go on and dive into the pool that is you and then—
“We might have to gel your hair back,” you muse softly and Yoongi is shaken out of his schoolboy crush-like trance.
“Fuck no. No,” Yoongi is firm with his decision, holding his hand out to emphasize his stance. “The forehead stays covered.”
You can’t help but let out a laugh as you cover your mouth with your hand and say, “Fine.”
Yoongi notices once again how you have a habit of doing that when laughing and he hates how it’s pretty adorable.
“How did you get here, anyways?” You ask suddenly. “Not with your bike, I hope…?”
Yoongi grins at you and you notice that he’s one of those gummy grinners and it does a little something to you but you avoid it at all costs and swallow it down.
“I Ubered here,” he said simply. “I figured I could say my car’s in the shop if your parents ask.”
You widen your eyes and nod in approval. “Brilliant! That’s really good Yoongi, thank God I don’t have to pay for a rent a car.”
“Speaking of payment,” Yoongi is reminded of your debt to him at the passing mention of money but is glowing from your praise. “Need I say more? Don’t worry about the Uber fee, I won’t be holding those against you, call it service.”
“How kind of you,” you grimace, hearing the cries of your emergency money once more, as you tell him to stay put. “I’ll be right back with half of it.”
When you count out 300 and carefully tuck the rest away, you turn around to walk out only to see Yoongi peering in your door, arms crossed and looking quite interested.
You jump at the sudden intrusion-like non-intrusion and scowl, asking, “What are you doing here? You scared me shitless and you’re very lucky I didn’t shriek.”
He shrugged, tousling his dark hair from his eyes and replied, “If I’m gonna be your fake boyfriend, I should know what your room looks like. As your fake boyfriend, of course.”
You groan and tell him, “Get a good, quick look around, because here’s your money and now we’re leaving.” You slap the wad of cash onto his unsuspecting palm and push his shoulders out the door.
“I know you kind of know me because of all the information I might’ve been burning into your mind the past 24 hours about yours truly, but I barely know a thing about you and we’re really acquaintences at best, still.”
Yoongi lets you lead him out of the hall into the living room and with a quick look at your lockscreen, you see that it’s still only 11:14. He stuffs the money in the back pocket of his jeans, which fit him quite nicely around the thigh area, if you may say so yourself.
“Fine,” he mutters and you barely catch it with your already dull hearing.
“What’s fine?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa as he takes a seat as well.
“I said, fine. What do you wanna know about me?” He asks, finding interest in the boring coffee table.
“Uh,” you trail off, unprepared for this kind of a question. “Wait, do I want to know more about you? I should be thinking of you as my boyfriend Jungkook, putting history and information behind you would make it too easy for me to differentiate…”
Yoongi rolls his eyes with a condescending sigh that you somehow know isn’t very genuine. “Just ask three things about me, so we’re not complete strangers,” he offers a compromising deal.
You let it sit with you for a second. If you made a slip up would you be able to recover? It was already hard enough, calling him Yoongi—already so hard enough that it was weird to remind yourself you’d have to be calling him Jungkook in a few hours. Eh, screw it.
“Where do you work?” You ask your first question tentatively.
“I work as a part time server for now,” he replies as if it’s something of a bother. “At the barbecue place downtown.” You have a brief idea of where it is, having passed by it a few times while you were in the vicinity.
“Alright,” you huffed. “What’s your other part time?”
Yoongi looks a bit confused at first with the way you worded it, but he catches on quickly seeing as how he’s got a fast train of thought.
“Oh, yeah. You remember my bike? I wanna go into autotech service. Or something like that, like engineering,” he vocalizes his thoughts and grows a bit red.
“That’s really awesome,” you smile at him and he grows comforted by the idea of you approving his passion. Although he shouldn’t be so—
“Do you have a girlfriend?” This question takes you back by surprise too, and you swear it was a slip of your tongue.
“I—“ Yoongi wasn’t ready, didn’t even think you were one bit interested in his love life but he answers directly. “No.”
For some reason you like hearing that answer, something like satisfaction burns at your tongue and heart and you don’t understand why when you have a perfectly cute boyfriend named Jeon Jungkook (the real one) you can call yours.
“Sorry, I didn’t know where that came from,” you giggle nervously.
Yoongi brushes it off and breathes evenly. He’s not sure why he’s worked up uncomfortably like this and he wants to skip to the part where this is all over and he goes back to moping around, living out his normal, daily routine.
We are acquaintances, he keeps reminding himself.
You two end up talking about yourselves a bit more, because pictures of your dog reminds him of his dog and from there the conversation flows a little too perfectly because now you’re intrigued by the mystery that is Min Yoongi and you want to know more and everything about him. This goes on for the next six hours and it’s filled with so much talking and laughing and you’ve even cooked up lunch because oh my goodness you found ingredients to make pancakes.
Then dawn rolls around as if it’s only been a mere thirty minutes and to be honest, it feels likes you know Min Yoongi more than your own boyfriend Jeon Jungkook.
You shake that last thought off, startled from the way you so abruptly stated that. Internally, of course.
Yoongi’s barely opened his mouth to ask you another question when-
The doorbell rings and it echoes throughout the inside of your home and holy shit it feels so intimidating and loud and Yoongi just isn’t ready, but can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now if he’s this scared of what’s to come.
You glance at him almost as if you’re seeking refuge in someone’s comfort so he grits his teeth a bit because between the two of you, he realizes he’s got to stay the rock.
Yoongi narrows his eyes until they resemble somewhat to a feline’s. He’s the rock.
And not just in the Dwayne Johnson sort of way.
oooooookay oh my goodness this is unedited but i wanted it off my shoulders before i got to work so here this is please enjoy but send me feedback or anything you'd like through my inbox thanks!!!
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ace hang plays another otome they found online
^ their thumbnail
brid, who plays mmos at night: oh my god she’s so valid
lily, who is small and angry: you’re right she’s so valid
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*lily is fortnite dancing in the background*
Brid: Today we’re playing Calling Cipher, a game that Lily found on some random manga creator website, that she really wanted me to mess around with for some reason? She said that the artist did all those manga creator things that her sister likes.
*lily switches to a different fortnite dance*
Brid: Lily, get down from there and tell me how this game works.
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Brid: Taylor, please stop roasting me for playing World of Warcraft online. Fuck you. I love World of Warcraft.
Lily: Do you?
Brid: Yes, I do! My character’s a Tauren Retribution Paladin! His name’s Dakotah Swiftcutter! I like... smashing things to death... with my hooves...
Lily: ...
Brid: Does she... does she have a canon class?
Lily: *raises eyebrows at her*
Brid: ... ?
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Riley: “His name is Cipher and he is made of binary.”
Brid: So valid.
Lily: Sooo valid.
Brid: Hey, Taylor, I’m lesbian.
Lily: “I thought you were American!”
(they both crack up)
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Lily: Okay, what do you think of Megan? Emo, goth, scene, or punk?
Brid: What’s her major?
Lily: Well, she’s an BFA for starters.
Brid: A what?
Lily: Bachelor of fine arts.
Brid: An art major? Okay. So I’m still not sure, but... I want to say she’s emo for now, and she doesn’t seem like much of a scene kid to me? Punk, maybe, but the ankh around her neck indicates that she might be a goth. Or she might be a pagan... who just really likes wearing black...
(Brid dials a phone number)
Lily: ...... what are you doing
Brid: Hey, Val? We need an opinion.... Yeah, uh, I’m gonna send you a picture. Is this girl emo, goth, punk, or scene? ..... Of course you’d know, dumbass! You’re like “Lily’s grunge, not punk!” and- *snaps picture of screen* There, I sent it. What do you think? *long pause*
Lily: Well?
Brid: *imitating Val’s voice* That bitch could not more obviously be a prep trying to dress up in all black because it’s cool!
Lily: *leans into phone* What about the ankh?..... He hung up.
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Lily: Any thoughts going in?
Brid: I swear to god, if the first guy is our professor, I’m going to scream.
(The guy is a professor)
Lily: You said you’d scream.
Brid: *throws back her head and unleashes a loud, guttural scream*
Angel, from downstairs: LILY, ARE YOU OKAY?
Lily: We’re fine, Mr. Perch.
Angel: You sounded like you were in a lot of pain!
Lily: We’re fine, I told her to scream.
Angel: ... please, just be careful
Lily: He pierced the gay ear.
Brid: That’s gay, Mr. Professor...
Angel: It’s not gay if it’s both of your ears!
Brid: We’re not talking about you!
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Brid: I can’t believe she’s being called a weeb. Literally everyone watches anime these days, don’t they?
Lily: It might be the fact that she’s dressed like a literal touhou character.
Brid: That is not a-
Lily: Well, it’s what I thought when I saw her, so yeah.
Brid: Damn, I didn’t know Megan could swear.
Lily: No one knew I could swear before high school, actually.
Brid: Oh my god, she mains paladin?!
Lily: *squishface*
Brid: aaaaaaaaaaaaaa im hapy
Lily: Okay, but like, if you used your MMO class as a reason to go fuck someone’s shit up, you’re pretty cringe, not gonna lie.
Brid: You’re playing an otome on a browser.
Lily: And it was your idea to post this shit to YouTube. And now, for my favorite choice in the game.
Brid: ...?
Lily: “I’LL PLUCK YOU UP!”
Brid: ... So cringe. She is SO valid.
(Kai walks in, and then walks out)
Brid: I’m using my Val imitation for this fucker.
Lily: Y E S
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Brid: *riley voice* “Yeah so i got horny over my professor”
Lily: *mom voice* “ooh tell me more”
(both of them start laughing)
Brid: Wow. If I got roasted that hard by my mom I think I’d die immediately.
Lily: Can’t relate.
Brid: Well, like, I can’t relate either, actually... but like, still.
Lily: Yeah.
Brid: Why is this music so good and calming?
Lily: Yeah. *mom voice* “Anyway i’m doing a project with your father.” who i would love to cheat on with your professor. “It’s a very big project.” just like your professor’s dick.
Brid: Shut the fuck up. *riley voice* “Hey I can have the house to myself!”
Lily: “planning to get cozy with your professor?”
(both of them lose their shit)
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Brid: Oh no. A white man.
Lily: Every character. In this game. Is white. You dipshit. ... Except for Taylor.
Brid: *squishface* Yeah, but this one’s rich and white.
Lily: Oh, yeah, big mood.
Brid: I’m going to roast him every chance I get.
Lily: Well, I’m looking to get a good ending.
Brid: This is the prologue.
Lily: And I still think it matters.
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(cut in scene featuring the protagonist bumping into someone)
Brid: She’s so cute........
Lily: She is babey.
Brid: Oh my god look at her smile!
Lily: Precious child, must protect.
Brid: I want to hug her!
Lily: “Hey Chase, I’m Lesbian.”
Brid: “I thought you were american-” not now let me be a lesbian
Lily: Awfully weird that we bumped into him outside of the lab, huh? Huh?
Brid: Let me enjoy my protagonist!
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Riley: “Who are you?”
Lily: Dear god.
Kai: “Who are YOU?”
Brid: This can only end in disaster.
Riley: “No one.”
Lily: Fucking cringe.
Brid: So valid.
(Riley tries and fails to be covert several times, with each one, the girls laughing even more)
(At the end of the cutscene, Riley leaves.)
Brid: *kai voice* “this kid’s five feet two inches”
Lily: Holy shit, she’s shorter than me!
Brid: I’d stand, like a head above her!
Lily: Anyway, who’s Velazquez?
Brid: I’d make some Narcos jokes, but I don’t think anyone wants that.
Lily: This’ll be important later.
Brid: Fifty bucks is a lot. And the ID? I’m guessing he’s not a student.
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(Ethan appears)
Brid: Who’s this Komaeda looking ass?
Lily: Shut. Up.
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Brid: Oh my god, who’s- is that the calc professor?
Lily: Matthew Parker, yeah.
Brid: Oh my god, he’s wearing a little necklace!
Lily: Yes, he is.
Brid: “Sir I was not talking about your BALLS-” *just chokes while she’s laughing*
Lily: How old’s this guy, anyway?
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Lily: *matt voice* “So Mills is my little thief.”
Brid: WHAT?
Brid: WHAT DID WE STEAL?
Brid: I DIDN’T STEAL SHIT!
Brid: WHAT?
Lily: ...
Brid: ...
Lily: ...
Brid: ...
Lily: The Dyphine file, you dipshit!
Brid: Oh. Right.
Brid: waIT WHAT
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#ace hang#life as an aj#in other news this game still isn't letting me save...#i'll have to fix that somehow
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ARTISTIC BEAUTY OF LOVE- CHAPTER 5
Fluffy Romantic Story about two guys who became friends and blossomed into something more.
*Mature Scenes later on.*
Trigger Warning: Speaks about sexual abuse in later chapters.
I did my best with editing. Sorry in advance if there are any mistakes. But I really tried to make sure there were not many. Please enjoy
Previous Chapter: https://hopeless-taejinstan.tumblr.com/post/172385244085/artistic-beauty-of-love-chapter-4
Grandpa sat down in front of everyone holding a house meeting.
“Usually before in the previous years I would stay home but my daughter has begged me to come and visit the family this year so I’ll be gone both Thanksgiving and Christmas break. You all are welcome to stay here. Taehyungie, I’m sure you’ll be going home because your mother wants to see you but you’re more than welcome to come with me as well.”
“Thank you, Grandpa.” He smiled.
“Where are you guys all going?” Ken asked eating a mango slice.
“I’ll be home, my parents keep bugging me,” Sandeul said while eating ice cream.
“I’m going home too.” Hoseok stretched his body. “I wanna meet up with my high school friends and do some dance videos.”
“Make sure to send to us,” Namjoon said. “your dancing is cool.”
Hoseok gave a thumbs up. “You going home too Joonie?”
“Yup. Yoongi Hyung?”
“My family and I are gonna take a trip somewhere.”
“Make sure to take pictures.” Jin smiled while leaning on the back of Taehyung’s chair.
“I will. Jin Hyung, are you going home?”
“Yeah, my sister-in-law just had a baby that I knew nothing about so I gotta see my new niece.”
“Aw!” Tae smiled.
“What about you TaeTae?” Ken asked. “You going home or going with Grandpa?”
“I’m going home.” He said forcing a smile on his face. Jin looked at him but remained silent.
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Later that night Tae went outside to the backyard. He sat on the porch swing and called his mom.
“Tae, I miss you so much! I wish you were coming.”
“I know me too Mom but I need to take these classes.”
“I understand …I’m glad that you’re working so hard. Please make sure you eat Thanksgiving dinner somewhere.”
“I will, the school is throwing a Thanksgiving dinner for those who don’t go home so I’ll attend.”
“Okay, that makes me feel better. I’ll talk to you later honey, I gotta start dinner.”
“Okay, I love you Mom and send Jihun my love.”
“I will tell him.” They hung up and Tae sighed deeply. He shut his eyes while leaning his head back.
He really did miss his mother and brother. He really did want to go home …but he didn’t have the courage. He removed his glasses and wiped the tears that threatened to fall. He placed his glasses back on and slapped his thighs.
“I gotta be strong.”
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Tae waved as the guys left. Jin walked downstairs with a small bag in his hand. He saw Tae walk into the kitchen and he followed him out of curiosity.
He saw him sit down at the table with snacks and his sketchpad.
“When are you leaving?”
Tae looked at him. “About five.”
“Why so late?”
He shrugged. “I like to take my time.”
“Okay, call me when you reach home, so I know you got there safely.”
“You got it Hyung.”
“Bye and enjoy your vacation.”
“You too and have a safe trip.”
Jin smiled and left the house. Tae sighed deeply looking out the window. He ate his snacks and decided to take a nap.
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Jin closed his gas tank and hopped in the car. He turned the music up and adjusted the visor mirror. He saw a text from Miyeon, he told her he would call her when he got home.
He wondered if Tae got the bus terminal safely, something about him traveling alone made him nervous.
He shook his head and told himself not to worry but something about his strained smile made him worry. He pushed the thought aside and drove off.
~~~~*~~~~
Jin walked through the front door looking around the dark house. He laughed to himself.
“There’s no way, he would stay here by himself especially when he could’ve gone with Grandpa. I need to stop worrying so much.”
He leaned against the stairs banister and called his cell phone. He froze when he heard it ringing from upstairs. He went upstairs.
“Ah, I bet he left his phone behind, this guy.” He sighed deeply and opened Tae’s room door. He froze when he saw Tae sleeping on the bed. He knew it! “Taehyung.” He walked over to him and shook his shoulder.
Tae bolted from his sleep and crawled to the nearest corner of his bed while covering his head.
“Stop!” he cried. Jin paused for a moment. He then climbed on the bed and grabbed his shoulders. “Please stop! Please stop! I can’t take it anymore please!” His voice was hoarse and defeated.
“Tae! It’s me Jin!” he yelled out and Tae slowly from his arms from his head and looked around. He saw he was in his grandfather’s house. He covered his face and broke down sobbing. Without a second thought, Jin reached out hugging him.
“Hyung, I’m scared to be alone.” He sobbed.
“So why are you here? Why did you lie about going back home?”
“I didn’t want anyone worrying about me, you all seemed really happy about going home.”
“You could’ve gone with Grandpa; didn’t he offer you?”
He hugged his knees. “My father’s side of the family doesn’t like my mom, me or my brother. They felt my mom wasn’t good enough for my father, so I didn’t want to go to that.” He removed his glasses and wiped his tears.
Jin stared at him and sighed.
“Pack three days’ worth of clothes.” Tae tilted his head. “I’m taking you with me so move your ass and hurry up.”
“Yes!” Tae jumped off the bed and ran to his closet. Jin walked out the room and looked down at hands that were trembling. The way he screamed out and fought him made me beyond worried.
Jin shook his head. This was Tae he was talking about, maybe he was having a dream about being an anime. He nodded his head and decided to go with that even though his gut told him otherwise.
~~~~*~~~~
Jin glanced at Tae and saw his eyes glued to the window. Every time he saw something interesting he would shout out ooh! Aah!
It made him feel like he was in the car with his nephew and niece.
“Hyung, have you called Miyeon Noona?”
Jin shrugged. “I messaged her when I was at the gas station but not since then. We just started dating so I don’t wanna badger her with calls.”
“Have you two done it yet?” Tae asked and Jin’s choked on his salvia for a moment before regaining his composure.
“Why are you asking that suddenly?!”
Tae laughed. “I was just kidding. Is it alright for you to bring me to your family’s house?” Taehyung asked.
“Why not?” Jin shrugged.
“Well, Miyeon Noona should’ve came not me.”
“As I said before Miyeon and I just started dating so I’m not going to bring her to meet my family just yet.” He said.
Tae nodded and looked out the window.
“Jin Hyung, would you say that we’re close?” Tae looked at him. Jin looked at him for a moment before looking back at the rode.
“Yeah …I would say that we’re close,” he said.
Taehyung gave a big box smile before looking out the window. After that, they both fell silent and enjoyed the car ride and each other’s company.
Until Jin asked. “Do you like Girl’s Generation?”
Tae looked at him. “Are you kidding me? YES! I Love it!”
“Then let’s enjoy the ride.” Jin turned up the music and they sang out loud.
~~~~*~~~~
Taeh slowly opened his eyes and saw Jin pulling up to a mini-mansion. He rubbed his eyes and gasped as Jin pulled into the crescent driveway.
“Whose house is this?”
“My brother’s.” He said getting out the car. Tae got out the car zipping up his coat. He went into the back seat grabbing his small duffle bag and followed Jin to the door.
He rang the doorbell.
Tae couldn’t contain his excitement, he had never a house this big in person.
The door opened and a petite woman in both size and height.
“Jin-nie!” She threw her arms around him pulling him into a tight embrace.
“Chunhei Noona, how are you? Should you be up already? Didn’t you just have a baby?”
“Yeah, I just got home today but this is my third child so I’m fine.” She then looked at Tae. “Oh, hello.”
“Hi, good evening.” He gave a polite bow.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Taehyung, it’s nice to meet you Chunhei Noona.” He greeted with a big smile. She stared at him for a moment making Jin tilt his head. She then hugged the younger male.
“Aw he’s so cute! I just love him!” She exclaimed making Taeh giggle. Jin pulled Tae back from his sister-in-law.
“Be wary of her she loves cute things and will smother them.”
Chunhei laughed out. “Oh stop it, I’m not that bad! Come in, guys.”
Tae’s mouth dropped. He had to wonder if this was a home or an art gallery. His eyes concentrated on all the vibrant paintings on the wall.
Jin’s mother walked into the main hallway holding a tiny baby in her arms. She looked at Tae before looking at her son.
“Oh Jin, who is your friend?”
“This is-”
Tae gave a deep bow. “Hello I’m Taehyung and I’m Jin Hyung’s dongsaeng.”
Jin cleared his throat trying to hide the blush that came to his cheeks.
Mihi smiled softly. “Well aren’t you just sweet.”
“He’s too cute isn’t he?!” Chunhei exclaimed.
“Yes, he is. I’m Mihi, Jin’s mother. It’s a pleasure to meet you and have you stay with us for Thanksgiving. I hope you enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you for letting me stay.” He bowed again. Tae couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Jin’s mother was. He could see Jin resembled her.
Two tall men and two small children walked into the foyer.
“I was wondering what was taking you so long to come into the den.” The older man of the two said. He then looked at Tae.
“Oh hello, Jin you brought a friend home?”
“Hello, my name is Taehyung and I’m Jin Hyung’s dongsaeng.” He said proudly while bowing deeply. Jin rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks heated up.
“It’s nice to meet you Taehyung. I’m Jin’s father Haneul and this is my oldest son Youngsoo and his children Kyu and Eunae.”
Youngsoo gave a bow as did Taehyung. He then smiled at the little boy and girl, he was eager to play with them. He just loved children.
“And this is the new addition to our family Minjee-Ah.” Mihi showed him the baby and he smiled widely.
“Aw, she’s beautiful just like her mother.” Tae looked at Chunhei who just melted.
“You’re about to my dongsaeng as well, keep it up.”
They all laughed. Tae then looked at Jin’s family and gasped. It was no wonder why he was beautiful, he came from a gorgeous family. His eyes almost hurt from the visuals.
“Such a beautiful family.” He whispered with a glint in his eyes and Jin looked at him. “You all are very beautiful …would it trouble you if I draw-”
Jin quickly clasped his hand over Tae’s mouth.
“Taehyung is an art major and he was curious about drawing the house.”
Tae looked at him before nodding.
“Taehyung, you’re so quirky but I love it.” Chunhei giggled. “Jin-nie, why not show Taehyung to one of the guest rooms. Since the house is so big, use one of the rooms that connect. He may feel more comfortable to know that you’re close to him.”
“Okay, come on my precious dongsaeng.” Jin said shooting him a look that said don’t think about asking that question.
Tae smiled and bowed to them once more before following Jin. Youngsoo tilted his head for a moment before chuckling to himself.
~~~~*~~~~
Later that night Jin sat on the bed talking to Miyeon.
“I told my parents about you and they said next holiday break you should come and visit,” Miyeon said while sitting on her bed.
“That sounds nice, I told my parents about you too so maybe when the semester ends you can come visit my family.”
“I like that idea.” She giggled. “What are you doing now?”
“Sitting in my room flicking through channels.”
“Oh yeah, you said your sister-in-law just had a baby right? What’s her name?”
“Minjee.”
“Aww too cute. Please take a picture of your nieces and nephew, I wanna see them.”
“If they can hold still long enough. Minjee won’t be a problem but the other two are always on a sugar rush. I don’t know how to handle them sometimes.” He shook his head as she laughed.
“That’s alright, I just wanna see them. I love children.”
“That’ll be my Thanksgiving present to you.” He teased making her laugh.
“You’re too cute.” They laughed before going silent. “I have to help my mom prepare dinner but give me a call tomorrow if you have time.”
“Okay, I will.”
“Bye.”
“Later.” He hung up sighing deeply.
If it wasn’t for Tae, he doubted that he would have ever worked up the nerve to talk to her let alone date her. Even though Tae gave him a lot of grief he also gave him courage in a strange way.
~~~~*~~~~
Tae sat at the vanity in the room. He turned on the light and sighed deeply staring at himself. All he saw was an ugly person. Looking at Jin’s family he wouldn’t feel right wearing overalls to dinner tomorrow.
He sighed deeply again tightening his fists, but he didn’t know what else to do. He could never go back to that time when he dressed nice. Those days were over for him. He removed his glasses wiping the tears from his eyes. He wanted to be with his mother and brother so bad.
His stomach growled. He forgot that they ate almost four hours ago. He figured maybe he could ask Jin to get a snack with him. He walked over to Jin’s door but before knocking he heard him talking to Miyeon. He lowered his hand and walked out the room. Maybe he could find it himself.
“Taehyung?”
He turned around and saw Mihi walking over to him. “What’s wrong honey, is everything okay? Do you need something?”
Taehyung bowed his head to her before speaking. “I um …” his stomach then rumbled and his face flushed red. She giggled.
“Are you hungry? You should’ve said so sooner, don’t be shy. I love feeding people, come on.” She took his hand and led him to the kitchen. He saw Chunhei sitting with the baby rocking her to sleep.
“Hi Taehyung.”
“Hi.”
“Poor thing was hungry. Jin didn’t even ask him if he wanted something to eat or not.”
“That’s so Jin.” Chunhei laughed.
“I made chicken soup last night for dinner would you like that?” Mihi asked.
“Homemade?” The older woman nodded and he gasped. “I would love some please.”
“Have a seat.”
He sat down across from Chunhei who looked at him. “Your bangs are so long, do you normally hide your face?”
“Ah yeah, my face isn’t anything special to look at.”
“Let me see.” She placed the baby in the bassinet before removing his glasses and pushing his bangs out the way. He furrowed his eyebrows when her eyes went wide. “Whoa, your face is gorgeous. Mom look at him!”
Mihi smiled. “You’re very handsome Taehyung.”
His face turned a bright red as he moved back from Chunhei and placed his glasses back on.
“You have such a deep voice for your baby face.” She giggled making him laugh.
“I get that a lot.”
“What type of clothes did you bring with you?” Chunhei asked.
“I only wear overalls.” He said sheepishly.
“Mom is there any spare clothes from the fashion show?”
“There should be.”
“Can I give you a makeover?”
“Chunhei …” Mihi began but Tae smiled.
“Really? It won’t take a miracle to make me over”
Chunhei scoffed. “Not even in the least! I’m a stylist so I know what will be perfect for you. Leave it all to Noona.”
Mihi smiled while placing a bowl in front of him. “Eat up.”
“Thank you.”
Tae smiled happily while eating, even though he wasn’t with mom and brother. Jin’s family made him feel so welcome he almost felt at home and it almost brought tears to his eyes.
~~~~*~~~~
Jin opened his eyes from the soft knock coming from the door. He got out the bed and opened the door. He saw Tae looking down at the floor.
“Taehyung, what’s wrong?”
“I had a bad dream …” he whispered.
Jin thought earlier in the evening and his heart constricted. “Do you wanna sleep in my bed?”
Tae’s head shot up. “Is it okay?”
“Come on.” Jin patted his back and Tae got in the bed as Jin got in from the other side. Their backs faced each other. Tae inhaled the scent of Jin that made his nerves feel at ease before drifting off to sleep.
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I just watched Madoka Magica Rebellion, and now I finally get why it was such a big deal lol
first i'll go over the non spoiler stuff and then i'll put the important spoiler stuff under the read-more. (btw this isn't a review i finished watching it an hour ago and i've barely gotten the time to fully process it but i wanted to give my "raw" impressions)
- First off, the animation is fucking gorgeous and I'm really happy they brought back the original "aesthetic". At the end of the series when I saw the designs of the wraiths I was worried that this movie would use those, imo, boring designs, but thankfully they brought back the cool aesthetic. Overall the visuals were stunning and the movie was chock-full of interesting visual metaphors which helped grab viewer attention (like the Owls with Homura, ect).
- It was really nice to see all 5 girls interacting with one another and not trying to kill each other. Despite it being very clear from the get go that something is wrong I really appreciated that we got to see them relax, have fun and kicking ass together as friends.
- The transformation sequence and the opening song really captured the iconic Madoka vibe which is cutesy shit with a dash of dark and disturbing visuals lol. Something I noticed in the transformation sequence (notably Mami and Kyoko/Sayaka(?)) was the imagery of ripping > Mami rips her body apart to fully transform and Kyoko/Sayaka rip apart the "screen" during their sequence. The opening song does a great job of both subverting our expectations (much like the opening in the anime) and foreshadowing the upcoming events.
- Bebe was fucking adorable, too bad my subtitles stopped working halfway through the movie, so I didn't know what Bebe was saying during some key scenes ^^'.
Now it's time for the fun stuff and the meat of the discussion. /!\ Turn back now if you don't want to get spoiled, Rebellion is a movie that I really recommend watching without knowing any spoilers /!\
- not gonna lie that lil fucker Kyubey had me in the first half. It was acting so cute and then of course it had to open its stupid mouth again and i wanted to choke it all over again.
- The Mami and Homura fight was stunning. And it was really moving when Mami jumped to stop Homura from shooting herself (only for it to turn out that she had kinda predicted that Homura would trick her)
- Sayaka and Homura's conversation was sooooo good. By that point it was kinda obvious that Homura was the one behind the fake world but seeing Homura's internal conflict and Sayaka unknowingly(?) calling her out on her hypocrisy was so fucking good.
- Sayaka and Kyoko's moment of closure was great and I'm really glad both characters got a chance to let the other know how much they mean to each other.
- Homura's transformation into a witch was predictable but it still broke my heart. And it was during the fight when everyone tries to save Homura that I started crying (btw Sayaka and Bebe turning into witches too during the fight was so badass)
And now for the ultimate gut punch, the emotional bitch slap that was the plot twist of the movie. The story did a great job of making it seem like the (predictable) plot twist was Homura being a witch and the mastermind behind the labyrinth. And despite me knowing beforehand that this movie was controversial I really believed we were gonna get a happy ending and a nice implicit message abt the value of moving on and learning to accept help from loved ones BUT NOPE.
Noooooo nono no what we get instead is Homura giving a giant Fuck You to both the universe and everyone else around her and rewrites the entire universe for her own selfish desire. Homura became the anti-Madoka in this scene.
Honestly I can understand why fans would be pissed by this ending but personally I think I really loved it. Gen Urobuchi is known for writing nihilistic and tragic stories so I can't say I'm surprised he chose to end it this way. And as sad as it is to say Homura's devotion to Madoka was already unhealthy in the og anime I'm not surprised her love became so toxic and lead to this tragic turn of events.
I do think there's probably some fair criticism to make about the kind of message Urobuchi is sending given that his writing can be pretty sexist (*cough* looking at you Fate/Zero novel) and he seems to find great enjoyment in making female characters suffer. And I think it's fair to have skepticism about how he chose to portray a queer/wlw romance as extremely toxic.
But yeah to conclude while I did have a whirlwind of emotions after watching this movie I can pretty confidently say that I liked the ending and I kinda wish there was a sequel exploring the aftermath, but I doubt we'll get one 😔
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SPN 2X3 Bloodlust
Look I know Sam gets addicted to blood somewhere, is it here? or is that set up here?
I have said it every episode thus now, but the licensed fmv’s they’re making the previously ons are giving me such a good experience
FUN TIMES YALL OK LET’S GET ONTO THE ANGST OF THE DEAD DAD OR SOMETHING
ah lovely a Woman you know that means she's dead
OH MOTHERFUCKER SHE JUST GOT DECAPITATED
FUCKING YEAH BACK IN BLACK
O H M Y GOD THE SEROTONIN FROM HEARING THIS SONG
I’M LITERALLY FUCKING TEARING UP
NOPE I’M REWINDING IT I WANNA HEAR IT AGAIN
I do not much care for the zoom in on the car because I don’t care about cars but HOLY FUCK DO I LOVE THE SONG
at least the impala’s back
Listen...Dean breaks the speed limit to AC/DC’s back in black....I break the speed limit to AC/DC’s back in black
look I’m not saying I kin him necessarily but it’s nice to feel seen
listen...Dean is...quite terrible...with people actually when he’s supposed to lie
I feel like he’s not as fine as he’s pretending to be, I feel like that’s the point
I saw this post where it’s like Dean’s bad with people, I feel like it’s more Dean can’t lie to save his life. He’s plenty charismatic when he wants to be
oho ho ho Fangs time
MORE VAMPIRE LORE FUCK YEAH
ah so they’re both acting a little bit off regardless of what they’re saying
the “lying to themselves” energy is on point
wait who’s the guy following them, I know that guy
I just realize they call their vampire related episodes a blood-related title(bloodlust, dead man’s blood), which is so funny
I KNOW THAT ACTOR HE WAS IN MAISEL?? THE AGENT?? I THINK
why does this man know so much about their dad
WHY DOES E V E R Y O N E Know about their dad, grow PAST him goddammit
STERLING K BROWN that’s his name
hey he’s a hunter too? that’s pretty cool
“Guys get out” Yes I’m sure they’ll do that
I do love how he just has a fucking sword
ok so attack the vampire, vampire fights back, Sam and Dean show up, showing they were Totally Justified to be the protagonists
well that’s a gruesome way to kill someone Dean what the fuck
AND he’s covered in blood great good job guys
I LOVE how this man talks, it’s very Smooth
pfft and Sam is gonna be a N E R D and be weird
to be fair, seeing your big bro decapitate someone like that is uh...well it’s a Lot
JOHN WAS TAKING HIM ON HUNTS AT 16 WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM
I do love the swap of stories, and I love how this guy has a WAY different backstory(couldn’t save sister, went on quest for revenge and left home, learned stuff on his own)
“took some terrible beatings” ??? J O H N ??
I hate John so much what the fuck
“Game face on” :( :( :(
“hole inside you, gets bigger”
this guy always gets these monologues doesn’t he
I mean he’s good at them but still
I love Ellen’s mom energy
...this guy....threatening vibes
the “no moral gray” is...scary
A H FUCK THEY JUMPED SAM IN HIS ROOM
that’s a cool shot with the dying sun+car
the teeth coming in was just...so animated
like it wasn’t scary it was just funny
look I know teasing them about their budget isn’t fair, but it’s fun
Sam please stop antagonizing the vampires, you’re currently being held captive
OH these vampires are morally grey, that’s the idea
why is the vampire’s name Eli
this Not Like Other Vampires is SENDING me
ah the “what is a hunter” debate
kill the non-humans
FINALLY some moral gray? like idk if I like how that works, but...something?
substitute for Dad... great they’re doing this now
OPE and DEAN PUNCHED SAM
LITErALLY ONE NORMAL WAY OF EMOTING
and Dean has to hotwire his precious car pfft
of course they’re both good at this dumbassery, their dad made sure of that at least
That’s about the least he did
All I can think about is Dean’s Demon Bf during this Sad Conversation
good for him(them?)
the music vaguely reminds me of Avengers
THAT FUCKIGN MUSIC STING WHEN HE SHOWS UP
IT’S THE DUMBEST MUSIC CHOICE EVER
...great a gratuitous torture scene...this is So Fun whee....
....ah and the morally complex character went and killed his sister
WHAT THE F U C K COME ON GUYS
THERE’S A WAY TO WRITE MORALLY GREY BUT NOT THIS
well taunting her like this is...super cruel...on so many levels
DAMN Dean changed his tune quick
AH “you’re a killer” I knew that brutal way to kill was gonna come back
and ending on a punch, I wish I could say I was surprised
“we can go” was so airy...boi
Sam vs Dean are actively wearing different types of clothes, that’s Nice Characterization
DAMN did Dean do a quick 180
“Dad wasn’t perfect” OH THANK GOD FINALLY
aw Dean sounds choked up
Aw and Sam says he’ll stay
aight wrap up:
1. Did not like how complex characters got overwritten for Dean and Sam(but really Dean) to learn a lesson. That just...that was wasted potential my guy
2. And there are ways to do the moral grayness, but this felt just....shoehorned and done so quickly. I get that low budget, no time, etc but still, :/
3. I did like the addition to the world, until it got fucked up, and I do appreciate a lil moral complexity
4. plus good sibling shit at the end :)
yeah that’s all i got this time. this is certainly a show to exist
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