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thequeenb · 4 years

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I Will Always Be Here

I see people trashing Poppy so i am here to do her justice

Poppy x MC

After three hours of talking with the police they finally get my statement and i can be dismissed. My body is shaking and i cant think of anything else rather than a bottle of wine and my bed

"If you have more things to testify please don't hesitate to call us" the officer gives me her card and a faint smile before leaving me alone

Who do i even call? Zoe said she will be busy studying so that means her phone is on mute and i feel hopeless already. Sighing i walk towards my dorm looking around everywhere to make sure i am alone.

Benji is getting expelled and sued for harassment and assault but i can still feel his hands on my shoulders, the creepy smile on his face and of course i will never forget how i whooped his ass. Everything happened so fast and even though i knew he was in love with me i never thought this would escalate so quickly

I finally arrive at my dorm and my phone buzz, of course its The T. Right now drama is the last thing that i want so i turn off my phone going straight for the wine bottle. I pour myself a glass but is it even enough? Who am i kidding, i take the whole bottle and i sink into the couch

The exhaustion hits me at once and i can feel all my muscles relax. Who thought beating his crusty ass would be so tiring. I close my eyes but everything takes me back to the horror i felt when i saw that damn shrine

The way he smiled and talked about us like we were even together, the way he thought it was okay for him to do this claiming its true love. I have envy to vomit just thinking about it and that damn smell, i will never forget this night

Tears prick in the corner of my eyes thanking god the police arrived soon. What if i didn't find courage to defend myself? His oily hairy ass would do such bad things to me wouldn't it? A shiver runs down my spine just thinking of the possibilities but a knock on the door brings me back to reality

Thinking its Zoe i open the door ready to crash on her hug but instead i see Poppy??

"I called you 20 times why didn't you answer you jerk!!" She says shoving me lightly

"Wowowowow what the hell are you doing?" My mind cant process anything but i can see the concern in her eyes

"I read the T and i.." the sentence dies on her lips because she just cant accept the fact that she worries for my well being

I roll my eyes feeling weak and helpless "look Poppy if you came here to kick me while i am down thats so low of you"

"Thats not--"

"No Poppy i had a very rough night and honestly? Fuck the first place. If dealing with stalkers ready to sexually assault me is what i have to do to bring you down then i give up"

I hold on the door for support, my body is ready to collapse anytime now. I look at her and her expression changes to one i have never seen before. Her eyes sparkle under the low lights, are these tears?

"I wanted to make sure you are okay" she says looking away, since when the Queen of this university is shy?

I let her come in and i sit on the couch feeling all the weight leaving my body

"I knew Benji was an asshole but i never thought that he..i dont.." she trails off, her eyes scanning my body

"I knew he liked me but not..god no" i remember that rotten shrine and i shiver, my eyes are starting to water and i look away, why would i let her see my vulnerable side

I watch her standing up, sitting next to me. Her facial expressions give up the fact that she cares but how? Wasn't she the one who wanted to ruin my life? I can't overthink about her sudden affection because i feel her soft hands all over me

"He didn't hurt you did he? Because if he did i will make sure he rots in jail" the anger in her eyes cant be ignored anymore

"Why are you doing this? I thought you hate me" she pulls her hands away, her face falls.. i think she got offended. Its not like i am wrong, since i walked on the campus she made it her personal mission to make my life a living hell

"It's my fault, things went too far" again she looks away, is this my imagination or does this sounds like a love confession? I swallow hard not knowing exactly what to say

"I lost control i admit and mind you i hardly say this but..my family is..i.." she sighs and i take her hand giving it a pat

"You don't have to tell my anything you don't want to, and to be honest Benji was weird regardless but..for what is worth i am sorry too"

Before she can reply i stand up to find my bag. Everything i can use against her to ruin her life are held on my hands and looking at it now its fucked up

"Here take these" i hand to her every proof i own that can make her life a living hell and at first she looks confused

"At first i had them as a form of protection, but now..just take them i don't think this enemies thing is worth ruining your life" i shrug and oh wow

Her eyes soften under my gaze and i can see tears forming in her eyes

"No one has ever done this for me. Trust me if any other student had these i would be already destroyed" she examine what i gave her and it seems like i reminded her of her dark past so i casually lean in

I wrap my arms around her and i pull her closer until i can feel every inch of her. She freeze at first but then i feel her hands rubbing my back

"I am so sorry you got through that" she whispers against my ear and i can feel her hot breath sending shivers down my spine

In response i grip at her shirt, the tears i tried to ignore come out at once and at first i feel embarrassed that until she whisper words of encouragement. Who knew Poppy would comfort me first? Her soft side is precious and i wish the world knew what a diamond she actually is

Once i calm i pull away slightly laughing, did i just cry on her expensive shirt?

"What's so funny?" She says rolling her eyes ready to snap at me but she actually smiles shyly

"I am sorry, i probably ruined your shirt"

"Shirts can be replaced Bea, but you cant" she gaze at my lips and oh my god did she really just say something so romantic to me?

I think she notices because she gasps but before she can defend herself i lean in and our lips crash. As our tongues touch i can feel all her ice cold walls melting against my mouth. At first i thought she would pull away but she pulls me closer savouring everything that i give her

She sighs happily against my lips and I can't hide my smile anymore "Did we really just did that?"

"If i knew you were a good kisser i would keep my enemies way closer" she winks at me and we both laugh. I relax completely because her company surprisingly makes me feel safe.

She takes my hand examining it, she runs her delicate fingers against my skin and wow its so soothing

"I want you to erase his touch" she says as she kisses my wrist, my shoulder and then my neck

I am flushed imaging where all this kindness comes from but for tonight i let my worries melt as her perfume fill my senses. Her kisses are soft and gentle, all her unspoken words slipping from her lips directly into my mouth.

"Will you hold me?" i whisper and she obeys opening her arms to me

"Who knew Poppy Min-Sinclair was a big spoon?"

"Oh shut up" she says as she holds me against her. I can feel her heartbeat and her even breathing makes me sleepy. Before i know it i pass out in her arms, where i find my safety and comfort

"I wont allow anyone to hurt you again" she says thinking i didn't listen but i did, smiling to myself like i fool the events of today are the least of my worries as i get lost in the warmth Poppy provides.

Tag list: @lolimugly @origmansello @mvalentine @otakufangirl-12 @sugarplumpnhoneybun @princessstellaris @indecisive-choices @i-loveeveryone @kiara-36 @ognenniyvolk @somewillwin @it-lives-in-braidwood-manor @ghalind @sergeant-pepper-loves-choices @dibberdipper @tyrils-star @aiswood @alexlabhont

#queen b #make poppy an li #queen b poppy #poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #play choices #pb #pb choices #my fics

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sadclowngorl · 3 years

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The lost boys across generations.

This is all just my headcanon, that could honestly change at any minute. 👀. My headcanons are based off the prequel script! Pls read it.

This also includes my headcanon of Werewolves in the lost boys universe!

I'm a big history lover but don't be surprised if I got some stuff wrong, I'm not from California or any of these decades, but did a lot of research on it. So that was fun!

Comment your own headcanons i need more!!!!!

1910's

Having still getting used to the whole vampire gig, they have troubles adjusting to their new powers. Marko breaks a lot of things accidently, Paul accidently floats off when he jumps and doesn't know how to get down.

Dwayne was disappointed in the no sun ever thing, he really did enjoy visiting the beach and the warmth of the sun. So :(.

David was more morally affected of the murder part, he has facing against eating the innocent and eating the guilty. Though he realized how hard it is to tell the difference between good and evil. And after talking to Max about it he figured just not eating family's or children would soothe his morals.

The boys really didn't want to depend on Max for money at first, and seeing as California really depended on Fishing, they'd help sailors and fishermen through the night. Gathering coin from their work and possibly from the others pockets.

Though eventually the workers were sick of their antics and kicked the boys from the fishing docks. By that time they realized how much money Max has and said well why not.

Baseball was introduced to America during this decade and while I hate saying this, they enjoy it. Playing some ball to pass some time and to feel at least a little human.

I hate saying it bc of twilight. Fuck u twilight.

The influenza made the boys learn that they are unaffected by disease and from that they realized how short of a life span man has. So the next decade they lived through it fully.

1920's

Hollywood shined through California, bringing in plenty of blood and fun.

Marko had small gigs as a singer in some speakeasys, he enjoyed the attention and showing off.

Paul learned how to play guitar during this decade and loves it to this day.

Dwayne at one point was scouted by an acting agent but Dwayne quickly declined and oh no..ate the guy. Whoops.

The boys did push back the threat of other gangs marching through Santa Carla, by obviously. Eating them.

Through many decades, Max was very introverted. And stuck to his home in the busy nightlife of Santa Carla.

From gangs and people coming into California. Came werewolves.

1930's

They gained the name 'The Lost Boys' in this decade from the locals.

The stock market crashed, causing many to go into poverty. The boys understood facing the problem of poverty and in this decade decided to leave the needy be.

Instead they tried to feed from the humans who have no worries, and stole from them. Giving the goods to the locals who needed it more.

Much of this decade they decided to stay in the shadows, trying to be even unseen as night.

Along with the fact that Dracula (1931) just came out, they really don't need that kind of publicity. Plus Max prevented them from doing any rash decisions.

Though murder was still very high in Santa Carla because the werewolves were running rapid. While they mainly stuck to the woods, some did travel to the docks, poverty stricken neighborhoods, just to feast.

1940s

Then came the war, the internment camps, the fear.

The boys thrived from this fear.

They easily avoided getting drafted, by claiming to be gay. Which they weren't lying 👀.

By the 40s, they've had vampire foursomes. No doubt in my mind.

When the war ended in 1945, hitchhiking became very popular.

This was the year they got their own bikes, by got i mean stolen.

With their bikes they picked up lonesome hitchhikers, and played as hitchhikers in the night.

Though by the 40s the tension between the vampires and werewolves were high. The groups would constantly test each other which would end in bloody fights. The boys were outnumbered by the werewolves as they breed fast but, they had the skill over the wolves to keep them at bay.

1950s

The tension between werewolves and Vampires are on thin ice. The boys take full advantage of the greaser aesthetic and with it attract more victims.

Though they do attract the rivalry of the werewolves.

After decades of tension, the two's leaders have decided to come to a draw.

Meeting at the lighthouse, Max and the wolves leader decides the territory issues

The vampires take the boardwalk and the beach. The werewolves take the forest, and the mountains.

The only neutral part is the walton lighthouse and ofc like peoples houses.

After that issue is solved the boys decide to leave the wolves alone and focus back on their own feasts.

1960s

While the tension between wolf and vampires has eased, a new tension rises.

Communism, homophobia, raegan, the assassination of Kennedy.

While the political subjects the boys normally stay away from, when polictics decides to stick its nose in the boys way of life. Its a bit teeth grating.

The boys learned to live with hatred but didn't hesitate to eat their enemies, they need to keep the kill count in Santa Carla high after all.

Though they do become the victims of some hate crimes specifically gay hate crimes, along with threats of being arrested for association with communism. Ya know the red scare shit.

Moon landing happen. Or did it?

The boys are contemplating if the moon landing really did happen.

Marko and Paul do try to fly to the moon, get bored not even half way and go back home. Also the sun is always out in space, so not a good idea.

1970s

The boys are introduced to. Weed.

Ofc they love it, along with mari jane comes rock and a different type of crowd to feast on.

Paul seems to fit right in with the crowd of hippies, Dwayne enjoys their very calming nature but David and Marko are indifferent to the crowd.

Marko would rather run in the city than sit and smoke in the woods. While David enjoys smoking, he doesn't enjoy doing it with humans.

Marko takes a lot of advantage of the busting clubs with disco and fresh blood, David does the same but let's the victims come to him.

The group seem to bypass the movement of the Vietnam War, its just another war. War to them, its useless. Just killing each other? No no, thats theirs job to kill humans.

Max during this decade seemed to be looking for another member to join. Though he stays quiet of it and doesn't mention it to the boys.

1980s

Their peak

But also their downfall canonically

They love the art, the music, the people.

Everything about the 80s, they soaked right in.

Well..you guys know how they took to the 80s lol.

#the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys david #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul

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unnamedelement · 3 years

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even the WORDS studio ghibli steampunk inspired 4th age au is intriguing to me - I’d love to hear more about it!

I am so pleased you asked and I will talk about it forever. Basically, the idea is just something I write on--a paragraph or two here or there--when I'm feeling down and need a pick-me-up, though I haven't done so since May now as I've been so busy! It's set in a 4th Age Middle-earth in which all the basic things are the same, except that the technology advanced slightly differently, as if every major cultural and intellectual hub in history hadn't been wiped out in the first two ages. I mean, they have been, but the ideas were revisited and propagated instead. Which puts us in a bit of a steam era, a bit more modern warfare, I suppose (I imagine it as, like, Legend of Korra equivalent technology, but subtracting the radio broadcasting). I call it Studio Ghibli inspired because, in my head, thats the way its "animated," with similar color palettes to, say, Howls' Moving Castle, My Neighbor Totoro, and Spirited Away. The same sort of observational attention to detail, but not overwrought, and an air of the magical in the every day... It's really just a domestic sort of thing, with an added twist of the Straight Road being shut for purposes that aren't entirely clear to me yet but, somehow, tie into the technological aspect. It, at least, explains to me why the elves are so goddamn committed to technology and Middle-earth in the 4th age, in this universe, in a way that aren't in non-AUs because, well, Tolkien. The lore of this ridiculous sandbox is only very slowly evolving, but giving elves unresolvable sealonging is a certain type of hurt/comfort that is highly attractive to me. Whoops. And it is Legolas- and OC-focused, of course, because that's just who I am as a person. There is also a university in Minas Tirith because I say so, and because I need to project my woes about academia somewhere, but I try to justify this to myself by tying it into that preservation and propogation of knowledge aspect. Anyway, that was way more than you asked for! Ah well. Here is the first scene I ever wrote in this AU, because I've never actually shared it publicly, I don't think. I believe @roselightfairy has been the only one privy to my nonsensical AU drafts thus far! I usually just ramble about it in tags, but you caught me this time, ha. Thanks again for asking!

Legolas twisted the ring on his index finger distractedly as he waited for the train. It had been a long day in Minas Tirith and he was ready to return to Ithilien, to take in the rolling plains that edged the river as they flew past, for it was always only then that he could reflect, in uninterrupted silence, without hobbit tourists at his heels or the accidental shove of an impatient lady in the shops.

There were too many people in Minas Tirith for Legolas. Accordingly, and much to Aragorn and Gimli’s chagrin, it was not his favorite place.

But they understood, and that was all he could ask. He tried to schedule all of the city errands on the same day or two, because longer than thirty-six continuous hours in Minas Tirith and he became an absolute nightmare with which to coexist. For the most part, his friends and family had accepted this and he was trying, after all, but that did not make it any less obnoxious for the rest of them.

It did not help that the only place in Gondor with Sealonging-certified healers was on the fourth level of the city. A wildly insensitive choice, in his opinion, though he kept that perspective well enough to himself after Ithildim and Gimli had tried to advocate, a few years before, for the relocation of the clinic to the Healing Houses on the Sixth, in a string of rejected proposals at City Council.

Gimli would not look at Aragorn for a month after that, and so Legolas had quit his whingeing and suffered in silence the abrupt buffeting that occurred in the busy streets after his appointments. He made it his own prerogative to schedule at the end of the day so he could spend the morning with enough wherewithal to do his errands and take care of whatever sundry things he had managed to commit himself to. It kept him relatively sane and it kept his friends on speaking terms and, so, that is what he did. (And it was not as if any of them had control over the West-way being shut, so there was no point in any of them falling out over it.)

Legolas heard the heavy-huffing of the train approaching long before its lights rounded the bend of the river. He preferred to walk to the stop at the Docks than get on at the Gates because it gave his mind time to settle. Waiting that close to the river after therapy was, perhaps, not his brightest idea, but the pros outweighed the cons and what Ithildim didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Besides, it was Summer, and the cattails were up again all around the station, and a family of osprey had made the light pole by the river their nest, and it did lift his spirits to watch these things alone as the world moved on about him...

A few more people rushed the small platform as the rumbling of the train on its little steel bridge above the banks increased. Legolas only readjusted his ring, unbuckled the satchel in his lap and rummaged around for the hardtack he had bartered for Ewessel. (She would have no idea how many pieces were there originally—what she didn’t know also wouldn’t hurt her). He was just tugging on the pair of oversized leather earmuffs Gimli had given him a few years prior when he started taking the train routinely when two pairs of very familiar shoes suddenly appeared in his line of sight, and he froze—

There was no point in hurrying—he had been found out so he adjusted his earmuffs and tucked the hardtack into his cheek, noticing vaguely that the sturdier pair of boots were well-shined and dirtless, while the more slender, elvish ones were caked in mud along the edges and splashed up the shins.

He had thought Ithildim was in the Emyn Arnen buildings today. He had seen him head off that way through the trees and he had obviously been there for that was forest mud and yet here he stood with Gimli, clearly just come from their Minas Tirith office so...

He had apparently been wrong. It would not be the first time he had lost track of other people’s schedules.

The train rolled up slowly, then, and Legolas finally looked up from his seat on the bench to find Gimli at eye level—glaring at him with arms crossed—and then, looking further up, was Ithildim—hair neatly pinned back despite his other uncharacteristic untidiness—and he looked down on him with a bemused and mildly irritated expression.

Legolas did his best to offer a guileless smile.

It did not work, and Ithildim pulled him to his feet. “I thought your appointment was at 4(?), auren.”

“It was,” he said, and he shrugged. He was tired and did not want to talk yet. “I prefer walking the plains for an hour or so after, to calm my mind. I did not know you would be here.”

“You do this every time?” Ithildim asked with eyebrows raised, and then Gimli was chivvying them forward as the train doors opened and the inward-bound commuters poured out and the outward-bound ones moved forward.

“I did not know you would be here,” Legolas only said, shrugging, as they found a small table in the back of the car and piled around it.

Ithildim opened his mouth to ask again but Gimli interrupted—

“That is answer enough, Ithildim,” he said softly. “Leave him be, hm?”

“But—”

“He is always back to himself by the time he gets home, is he not? Let him do what he needs to do. He is his own keeper, Ithildim.”

Legolas was no longer watching them, and he instead stared out the window as the train moved forward and he was rocked slightly as it picked up speed. He did not notice the sound of a crinkling bag or the half sandwich Gimli slid in front of him. He did not notice Ithildim watching him wearily but intermittently as he arranged his notes on the small table, comparing a neat chart to x’s drawn on a map spread across its surface.

Outside, the sun was dipping dark but his mind was far away, and his mouth felt dry as he finally blinked and turned away from the flashing landscape.

Gimli had placed a reassuring hand by his thigh as he leaned over Ithildim’s map, and Ithildim was watching him unashamedly, silver eyes narrowed as Legolas glanced at him.

He pulled a travel mug from his backpack and handed it across the table to him.

“I take medicine for this now, you know,” Legolas said quietly, and he considered the coffee and tilted his head, waiting for Ithildim’s reply.

“I know,” he said immediately. “But you have that look in your eye that you get when…”

“Ithildim, he is his own keeper,” Gimli interrupted firmly, and Ithildim looked away. “That being said, Master Elf, it is summer again—“

“I know that—“

“—and the weather folks are predicting a mighty storm this week, which is probably why you are like this.”

Legolas picked up the coffee without a word and reluctantly drank it, and he twisted his ring again as Gimli continued:

“I’ve told Aragorn again and again that he would be much better served employing you lot for storm prediction than the fellows he has but…” he trailed off, and Legolas smiled.

“But he thinks it is unethical to use a bunch of Sea-longing elves for the protection of king and country, yes,” Legolas finished. “Honestly, those of us who are afflicted are going to suffer whether or not he consults us, so I’ve never understood his reticence.”

Ithildim looked up again and was finally smiling. “You are a bit like a barometer, in that,” he admitted. “Gimli has a point here.”

Legolas laughed. “So, what? We wait until I become uncommunicative and morose and a general pain to be around, and then we send Aragorn a warning letter? What, set smoke signals?”

“This is our stop,” Gimli was saying as he folded up Ithildim’s map and notes and shoved them into his hands. He stood up and gestured at the elves to join him. “Normal people would use the message systems, Legolas, but since you refuse to—”

“Really, Gimli?” Ithildim had pulled Legolas to his feet and was dragging him by the hand out the door. The wind was heavy beneath the eaves of the trees that overhung their stop. “We are lucky he only uses birds. Otherwise it would be constant updates about the exchange rate of rye, or flash-pictures of bread, or flowery descriptions of some lady he met in the gardens!”

As they started down the side path to the houses they shared with Saida and the children Legolas laughed again. “It is mushrooms I am fascinated with right now, Ithildim. It is painfully obvious sometimes that you do not listen when I speak.”

“Mushrooms?” he asked, turning to Gimli.

“That is his current passion project, yes. Have you not been in the downstairs bathroom recently?”

“Thank you, elvellon. I am so relieved someone listens to me.”

“Eru, Legolas, you know the downstairs bathroom is supposed to be for Ewessel so she doesn’t slow anyone else down in the mornings.”

Legolas had walked past them now and was several feet ahead as the main house came into sight. He shrugged and turned, walking backward. “It was her idea, Ithildim. You can take it up with her. I am in her good graces now, and I am not playing with the fire of adolescence to tell her no on your behalf.”

Gimli was laughing now and then Legolas had turned and took off toward the house. By the time they arrived a few minutes later, the lights had all been turned on or lit and Legolas was at the kitchen table with Ewessel herself, helping her with her schoolwork.

He barely looked up as they entered. “Stew on the stove,” he said quietly, and Ithildim sighed to hear the distance in his voice.

The door swung in again as Saida came in with Alfirinion at her heels—

“Smells like rain,” she announced as she slipped off her shoes and dropped her bag to the ground.

Alfirinion was just unloading his bag and armful of books onto the table inside the door when the house shook with a loud crash of thunder, and the building sound of rain—gentle to pounding and persistent—began to beat at the house.

Ewessel looked at Legolas, who had gone still beside her, and turned to her family. “I have known for days it would rain tonight. He is better than any weather report, if you are paying attention.”

“Ewessel,” Saida said with quiet admonishment, and she walked up and pressed a kiss to her niece’s forehead before settling down beside Legolas. “How about an early night?” she said to him quietly. “We can talk about our project tomorrow evening.”

Legolas cleared his throat and looked at his hands. “Yes, I think that would be good. The table isn’t…”

“Ewessel will set the table, won’t she?” Saida said lightly, and Ewessel closed her ledger and sprang to her feet. The dining room and kitchen were suddenly in motion and Legolas sat silent in his seat, until he dropped his head, defeated, into his hands, waiting for the sound of the rain to stop sounding like the crashing of waves at the shore.

“Tell us next time you notice, child,” he could hear Saida saying from the stove, and there was muttering under breath before Ewessel and Alfirinion were back in the room, placing a bowl at each seat.

There was the scraping of chairs around him, and then the feel of a cool glass pressed against his hand.

“It is just water, Legolas,” Ithildim was saying at his shoulder. “Drink, auren. The wide world is still here.”

And so he drank and ate and listened to his friends talk.

Alfirinion had had an argument with a peer at Rangers (though he had won, because debate team and shadowing Arwen over the summer had apparently paid off), and Ewessel was displeased no one wanted to see her forestry project (which, to be fair, was a log covered in mushrooms she had taken from Legolas’ project in the bathroom, so no one was particularly empathetic). Saida had made progress on curriculum redesign in her department at the main university, and Gimli and Ithildim had gotten clearance to start a project they were partnering on, to bring heated, running water to a new town outside Osgiliath.

Legolas, however, had only made stew. Had run errands for the family and for his business. Had gone to his appointment. Had lost himself to the wind and left his family fumbling.

But the stew was, at least, enjoyed, and that was better than nothing...

After dinner, everyone gathered in the sitting room to listen to Alfirinion practice his closing arguments for his competition and, eventually, Legolas fell asleep between Ithildim and Gimli on the couch. The last thing he was aware of was someone slipping headphones over his ears and dropping the needle on the phonograph so his senses were flooded with crackling birdsong, and then there was a blanket about his shoulders, and he was gone.

#nerysvevo #asks #my au #my fanfiction #this fic has accidentally gotten a plot tho which made me mad #because i was writing it to be comforting #but it is fun #and i wish i had the art skills to illustrate it #because it is absolutely and unbelievably a beautiful little world in my head!#long post #sry

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noblest-roman-of-all · 4 years

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best friend’s best friend ch 1

day 15, and we’re doing something a little different! the prompt today was ‘skeletons in the closet’, and it worked too well for an idea that i had just finished the first chapter for! idea credit fully goes to @your-inner-villain, who graciously allowed me to write it

pairings: platonic logan/virgil and virgil/remus, background romantic roman/janus

tw: cursing? i think thats all

Word of advice: if anyone tells you your past won’t find you in college, they’re lying to you. Virgil learned this experience.

He didn’t necessarily have a bad past, just a bit… tumultuous. He got into trouble a lot as a kid, but he’s proud to say he mellowed out slightly in his teen years, and with the friends he’d made in college, he had put a lot of that stuff behind him. Sure, he looked back on it with fondness, and sometimes he found himself wishing he had a partner in crime like he did back then, but it’s all good. He’s a semi-functional adult now, and all of that is behind him. Barely even counts as skeletons in his closet, just one of those plastic ones you always find around Halloween.

Except apparently the universe loves proving him wrong, and adding extra drama into his life. It’s like his life was written by some shitty creative writing student trying to write the next big drama TV show.

Virgil met Logan second semester of his freshman year, in a philosophy class they both took. He’s pretty sure the professor still gets headaches when he sees the two of them anywhere near each other, just remembering the debates they would have. Despite that, they ended up becoming fast friends, seeing as they understood each other in a way they never usually found. Eventually, Virgil had hung around in Logan’s dorm room long enough to get to know his roommate, a philosophy major named Janus. And apparently, when someone knows Janus, his boyfriend Roman, the most stereotypical theater major ever, was impossible to avoid.

Virgil liked the little friend group he had accumulated with them, though sometimes he would look at Roman and swear he knew him from somewhere. There was something about his face, the dramatic way he spoke, the dangerous glint in his eyes that would appear right before he and Logan began to argue about some inane thing, all seemed so familiar in a way he couldn’t place. He decided it was probably nothing, and tried to get on with his life. And for a good while, he had. They kept in touch over the summer, and when sophomore year came around Virgil and Logan had agreed to room together.

After a particularly exhausting 3 hour lecture, Virgil dragged himself back into their room with the intent to have a snack and play some video games for a few hours. Judging by the way Roman was sitting at their dinky little dining table, practically vibrating with nerves, Virgil figured that probably wasn’t going to happen.

“What’s the matter, princy? Did the Disney marathon get cancelled or something?” he asked, shrugging out of his jacket. Roman laughed, and seemed to calm down slightly.

“I know you would be just as devastated as I would be, Count Woe-laf,” Roman said. “No, I was hoping you’d come out with us tonight. My brother will be there, and the more people to manage him, the better.” Roman gave a dramatic shudder, but Virgil could tell from the tension in his shoulders he really was worried about something. Virgil sank down into the seat across from him.

“Who else is going?” Virgil asked.

“Just Logan and myself. Janus is busy with some study group tonight, though I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s just ditching,” Roman muttered. At Virgil’s curious hum, Roman huffed out a laugh. “He’s met my brother before. They get along great, but… he can be a bit much, even for Jan.”

Virgil took stock of the possibilities for the night, the amount of energy meeting a new person would take, and how much Roman would pout if he said no, and decided that it really wasn’t worth the possibility of Roman whining for weeks. He sighed dramatically, and slumped back in his seat.

“Fine. I’ll go.” Roman whooped in victory, then stood up and gathered himself.

“Wonderful! Alright, we’re meeting at 6 at the sushi place near by, you know it right?” Before Virgil could respond, Roman waved him off. “I’ll send you the address and the time, just to be sure. I know how overly cautious you are. I think you’re going to be a great balance to my brother, you might actually be able to manage him.” After a few more hurried “thank you’”s, Roman was out the door. Virgil took a moment to realize that he’d just agreed to meet with someone that Roman thought was a lot to handle.

“Fuck.”

Virgil got to the sushi place at 5:45, paced outside for about 10 minutes wondering if anyone else was even there yet or if he was there super early, then realized he could see Roman’s brightly colored jacket through the window and went in.

“Virgil! There you are!” Roman called as soon as Virgil walked in. Logan was also already there, giving him a slight nod of acknowledgement and a smile as he walked in. Virgil held up a hand in a wave and slid into the seat next to Logan.

“Alright, now the only one we’re waiting for is my brother,” Roman sighed, adjusting his jacket again. Logan rolled his eyes slightly at the nervous gesture.

“I really don’t understand why you’re so nervous about this evening, Roman. How bad could he possibly be?” Logan asked. Roman began to open his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the door of the restaurant flying open.

“Ro-ro! There you are!!” As soon as he heard that voice, Virgil realized several things all at once. He realized why Roman seemed so familiar, he realized Roman was entirely justified in being nervous about tonight, and he realized that he absolutely should have stayed home tonight.

As mentioned earlier, Virgil got into a lot of trouble as a kid, and he almost always got into trouble with one other boy. Remus had been his best friend in middle school; they talked about everything, about their weird family situations, about how much they hated certain teachers and how others ones weren’t that bad, about TV shows and movies and music and the most ridiculous pranks they pulled. When Virgil moved away and went to a different high school than Remus, they fell out of contact. Nothing malicious happened, no big drama or anything like what he might have expected. Just an understanding that they had different lives and schedules now. He grew up and moved on, and never thought he’d ever see Remus again.

Yet here he was, years later, looking at Remus in the middle of a sushi restaurant, hug-tackling Roman and giving him a noogie so hard Virgil swore he could feel it. Logan was watching this exchange with vague amusement, but when he saw Virgil’s face, it morphed into concern. He raised an eyebrow in a way that meant ‘Are you okay?’, but Virgil couldn’t rub two brain cells together to come up with an answer, because apparently his plastic skeleton in the back of the closet was out and about, wearing crust pants and with a patch of hair so alarmingly green it hurts a little bit to look at.

“Alright, get off me you idiot,” Roman said with a fond smile. Remus unlatched himself from Roman and folded his arms smugly.

“Anyways, Remus, this is Logan.” Remus gave him a quick look, then nodded approvingly, and shifted his gaze to Virgil. He had been hoping against hope that Remus wouldn’t recognize him, but as soon as Remus locked eyes with him he froze. Roman continued his introduction, utterly oblivious.

“And this is-”

“Virgil.” Remus finished for him. Virgil could feel Logan and Roman’s eyes turn to him, watched the shock on Remus’s face turn into something else, something he couldn’t even place.

Shit.

#ts virgil #ts remus #ts logan #ts roman #ts janus #shea writes #this is gonna be so much fun to write more of!!!! im so excited

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you and i were fireworks that went off too soon - chapter two

[ao3]

yes i finished my essay and was like writing another 6k of fic vs doing all the other work thats due within the next 10 days...Hmm...so here we are

A week passes, and Luke almost succeeds in putting Ashton to the back of his mind.

He’s preoccupied with other things - the fact that he’s suddenly got three times as much work to do, because Chris has taken a week off to reunite with his soulmate; the fact that his boiler’s broken, and nobody’s around to come and fix it because everyone’s taking a break to try and find their soulmate; the fact that he’s having to stay at Calum’s, because his apartment is doing a great impression of a fridge right now, and that means listening to Michael and Calum’s hushed conversations about him when they think he’s asleep. They’re clearly worried about him, which is kind of sweet, but also makes Luke feel a little pathetic, throwing him back to the days after Ashton left where Michael and Calum would tiptoe around him, frowning at him but saying nothing, as though any words would be the wrong ones.

Luke goes home from time to time to pick up post and new clothes, and on Sunday, he notices a note has been stuck through his letterbox. It’s stuck to the soggy newspaper that’s been forced through, so the ink’s run and Luke can’t read it anymore. He shrugs and chucks it out with the newspaper, thinking that if it were someone he knew they would have texted him, so it was probably some kind of advertising.

The only topic of conversation in society now is the soulmate tattoos. More and more research is being done, families are being torn apart, brought together, and churches are booked for weddings for the next eighteen months straight. Luke had finally brought himself to ask his parents what their situation was, and they’d smiled, and that was all he’d needed to know.

Luke had thought it would take him a while to wrap his head around the idea of soulmates, but somehow, it hadn’t. Somehow, seeing the people he knows interact - seeing Michael and Calum interact - it seems like it’s the only logical answer, like there was never anything else they could have been. It sits uncomfortably in Luke’s stomach, because he knows it’s not like that for him and Ashton. Something went wrong with Luke’s tattoo - it wasn’t supposed to be Ashton, he’s sure of that. Or if it was, then maybe it was a sign from the universe that Luke should take a vow of celibacy.

Luke shrugs when he’s asked at work if he knows who his soulmate is. It’s not like he’s lying - he knows who his soulmate was, two years ago, but Ashton’s a stranger to him now. The thought makes Luke feel a little better, if only because it means Luke’s a stranger to Ashton too. Ashton no longer knows him, no longer has power over him, no longer has a grip on Luke’s lungs and heart and mind.

It’s not until Wednesday evening that Ashton forces himself back to the forefront of Luke’s mind yet again.

He’s sat on Calum’s sofa, destroying him at MarioKart, when his phone starts buzzing. At first, he ignores it, because getting this win is definitely more important than whatever bullshit Michael’s texting him (last time he paused a game to read a text from Michael it had just been a picture of an orange captioned ‘juicy’), but the buzzing continues, distracting him and making him slip on a banana Calum had thrown in front of him.

“Fuck’s sake!” Luke yells, when Calum whoops joyfully as he makes it over the finish line a microsecond before Luke. “Fuck you. That wasn’t my fault.”

“Oh, yeah?” Calum says, turning to him with a smug grin. “What, someone take control of your hands? You got that rat from Ratatouille up in those curls?”

“Remy,” Luke says, without thinking.

“Huh?”

“The rat,” Luke says.

“I can’t believe you know that,” Calum says, sounding very much like he can believe Luke knows that.

“Fuck you,” Luke says again, scowling. “I bet you fucking told Michael to text me just so you could finally win a game.”

“Michael’s napping, dude,” Calum says, looking somewhat amused. Luke frowns. Nobody texts him except Calum and Michael, and Calum’s right here. So if Michael’s asleep-

His stomach drops.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he says, fishing his phone out of his pocket and watching the screen light up with the one name he doesn’t want to see.

Ashton Irwin I’m outside

Ashton Irwin There’s no way you can’t hear this doorbell

Ashton Irwin Have you moved?

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Luke says, and shoves his phone at Calum. Calum’s eyes widen as he reads, and he huffs out a laugh of disbelief.

“What the fuck?” he says, sounding as incredulous as Luke feels. “He’s just fucking turned up at your apartment?” Luke nods, suddenly incredibly glad that his boiler’s broken. Ashton just fucking turning up at his place makes his skin crawl, makes him feel incredibly unsafe.

“How many different ways do I need to tell him to fuck off before he gets the message?” Luke says, and there’s an edge of desperation to his tone that even he can hear. Calum’s expression softens slightly.

“You can just block him,” he suggests.

“Well, he’ll just turn up at my fucking apartment again, then, won’t he?” Luke says.

“You can stay here until it blows over,” Calum offers. Luke loves him.

“Thanks, Cal,” he says, and he means it with every fibre of his being. “I just- I just want him to go away.” He hopes Calum understands what he means - not just go away from his apartment, but leave Luke’s life again, because it had taken so much of Luke to get over him and rewrite himself after Ashton had broken almost all of him, and every interaction with him is a sickening reminder of how things used to be, who he used to be. He can’t fucking stand it.

“Want me to talk to him?” Calum says. Luke hesitates, then shakes his head.

“I don’t want him to think I can’t handle it,” he says. I don’t want him to think he broke me remains unspoken, but hangs between them uncomfortably.

“Okay,” Calum says, because he understands. He always understands. “Want me to help you draft a reply, then?” Luke nods.

“Can you call Mikey, too?” he says, and it comes out a little unsure, a little small. Calum’s face softens into a smile.

“‘Course,” he says, reaching for his phone and unplugging it from where it’s been charging to call Michael.

Michael picks up after two rings, because it’s Calum, and Luke can see the outline of him in the dark, lying in bed.

“Hey, love,” Calum says softly, and Luke is suddenly jerked into discomfort, like he’s intruding on a private moment. Calum and Michael haven’t said anything to Luke about their newfound soulmate status, and Luke hasn’t asked, all of them dancing around the topic like talking about it is going to irrevocably change their group dynamic somehow. Luke’s never heard Calum call anyone love, and the names he’s got for Michael are usually more along the lines of dickhead, arsehole, fucker, and it makes Luke realise just how left out he is now, all because of two fucking tattoos. He has to swallow back the jealousy rising in his throat, press down the spike of anger flaring in his stomach.

“This better be fucking good,” Michael mumbles, muffled by his duvet.

“Ashton’s outside Luke’s house,” Calum says, and there’s a sudden sound of rustling, and then the light is turned on, Michael squinting and looking somewhere between furious and concerned.

“That bastard,” he says, which seems to be a bit of a mantra where Ashton’s concerned. “What the fuck? Has Luke called the police?”

“No,” Luke puts in, although now that Michael mentions it, he thinks he probably should. “He might be gone by now, anyway.”

“Oh, I forgot you were at Calum’s,” Michael says, even though he’s been complaining about it for, like, four days straight.

“We’re going to draft a response,” Calum tells Michael, who nods.

“I’ve got one,” he says. “‘Fuck off, you fucking bastard, and also, I’m calling the police on you. Arsehole. Fuck you.’” Calum rolls his eyes, and Luke laughs, letting the warmth of it flood his veins. It helps to know he’s not alone, both in his anger at Ashton and in dealing with the situation.

“I already told him not to contact me anymore,” he says.

“And he somehow thinks that turning up at your house doesn’t count as contact?” Michael says, in disbelief.

“Well, either way, he texted you,” Calum points out.

“So he just doesn’t give a shit,” Michael says. “Right. Got it.”

“What should I say?” Luke says, with an only-slightly-melodramatic sigh.

“Tell him to fuck off,” Michael says.

“Politely,” Calum adds.

“How do I do that?” Luke says, fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Kindly fuck off? Please fuck off?”

“Keep it business,” Calum suggests. “Keep him at arm’s length, don’t let it get emotional. Talk to him like you’d talk to a client that’s pissing you off.”

“As per my last communication,” Michael says sarcastically, and Calum and Luke both laugh.

“I think you’re right,” Luke says. “Keep emotion out of it.”

“Yeah,” Michael agrees. “Don’t let him think you still care.”

“I don’t.”

“Yeah, but you know what Ashton’s like,” Michael says. “You could come at him with an axe and he’d interpret it as ‘Luke cares about my existence’.” Luke snorts, feeling a little spiteful and not regretting it at all.

“How about ‘I don’t feel comfortable with you turning up at my house unannounced’?” Calum says.

“And ‘I’ve already told you I’m not interested in speaking to you, please stop contacting me’?” Michael adds. Luke nods, typing it out.

Me I don’t feel comfortable with you turning up at my house unannounced. I’ve already told you I’m not interested in speaking to you, please stop contacting me.

He reads it out again, and both Michael and Calum nod.

“Add a ‘you bastard’ at the end,” Michael suggests, and Luke rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning, a wave of love and appreciation for Michael and Calum suddenly washing over him.

He would never have made it through Ashton without them, and he doesn’t think he’d be able to handle Ashton 2.0 without them either. They’re always there, never questioning, never judging, fiercely supportive, and Luke doesn’t know what he did to deserve two such unwaveringly loyal best friends.

“Thanks, guys,” Luke says, as he presses send, immediately locking his phone and trying to push down the anxiety that bubbles in his stomach as soon as he sees the words turn blue. “For everything.”

“Of course,” Michael says gently.

“Always, Luke,” Calum says sincerely.

Luke thinks that just maybe, with Michael and Calum at his side, he can get through this.

-------

It turns out Ashton and Luke have wildly differing definitions of please stop contacting me. Luke thinks it means ‘don’t speak to me anymore’, and Ashton thinks it means ‘wait a day before trying again’.

Luke’s on his lunch break when his phone buzzes. Knowing better than to just assume it’s Michael or Calum now, he fishes it out of his pocket with trepidation. It’s Ashton, his name white against the black of the screen with the green swipe to answer button staring back at Luke.

If he doesn’t answer, Ashton will just try again. If he answers and shouts at Ashton to fuck off, Ashton will know that Luke’s not capable of being cordial with him, that Ashton had hurt him so much that it still stings two years later. So, sighing, Luke swipes on the answer button, and lifts the phone to his ear with a resigned, and slightly pissed off, “What?”

“Hi,” Ashton says, and it still makes Luke feel a little sick. There’s something jarring about hearing the same voice that used to call him baby, sweetheart, gorgeous, now miles away on the other end of a staticky phone line, strange and unknown.

“I told you not to contact me anymore,” Luke says, and it comes out a little weary.

“I know,” Ashton says, and he has the grace to sound guilty.

“Right. So you’re just choosing to ignore that?”

“No, I-” Ashton cuts himself off, and there’s a moment of silence before he takes a deep breath. “I really think we should talk.”

“I’ve told you,” Luke says, for what must be the thirtieth time, “I don’t want to talk. I have nothing to say to you.”

“I do, though,” Ashton says.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Then why did you pick up?”

“Because you’d just fucking turn up at my house again, or something,” Luke says. “Which, by the way, is really fucking creepy. Like, it made me feel really unsafe. Michael wanted me to call the police.”

“I know,” Ashton says, and he actually sounds sincere. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Luke does a double take. Ashton, apologising?

“Right,” Luke says, a little nonplussed, because he was expecting a justification, an excuse, not an apology. That’s not really Ashton’s style. “Well. Don’t do it again. I won’t hesitate to get a restraining order.”

“Okay,” Ashton says, and then, without missing a beat: “Can I take you out for dinner?” Luke’s mouth falls open.

“Are you fucking insane?” Luke says, too incredulous to be angry. “How many different ways do I have to say ‘I want nothing to do with you’ until you get the message?”

“We really should talk about what this means,” Ashton presses. “Like. We’re soulmates, now.” The words twist deep in Luke’s gut, and he swallows back the queasy feeling rising in his throat.

“What if we always were?” he bites out, and he can’t help the bitterness that drips out with the words. They’re met with an uncomfortable silence, and Luke feels a stab of spiteful glee.

“I want to talk about it,” Ashton says finally, which doesn’t answer Luke’s question. “Please. Just one dinner. And then I promise I’ll leave you alone.”

Luke tips his head back against the wall, letting his eyes flutter shut.

On the one hand, he wants Ashton to fuck off and leave him alone, indefinitely. He wants to go back to forgetting Ashton, to living a life without him and to uncomfortable first dates and fumbling hookups. He wants to pretend his tattoo doesn’t exist, to be able to choose who he loves rather than be assigned someone to love, someone he already tried to love and worked hard to stop loving.

On the other hand, he knows that Ashton won’t leave him alone until he gives him what he wants. Sure, he might relent for a few months, but Luke will always have that knot of anxiety in his stomach every time he gets a text, every time the doorbell rings, and one dinner might be worth giving himself peace of mind.

“I’ll think about it,” Luke says eventually. “But just for the record, the fact I have to do what you want before you respect my wishes is doing you absolutely no favours.”

“I know,” Ashton says heavily, like he’s fucking sad about it, or something. Luke doesn’t think Ashton has it in him to consider Luke’s feelings. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“I know,” Ashton says again. Luke grits his teeth and bites back the fuck you that’s on the tip of his tongue, chanting Calum’s words to himself: keep him at arm’s length, don’t let it get emotional. I’ll think about it isn’t a yes, whatever Ashton wants to tell himself.

“Fine,” Luke says, after he’s taken a moment to collect himself, cool, calm, professional. “I’ll get back to you when I’ve had time to think. Don’t contact me in the meantime.”

“Okay,” Ashton says.

“Good,” Luke says, and hangs up before Ashton has a chance to respond.

Jesus fucking Christ, he thinks, exhaling heavily and staring at the grey clouds gathering above him and throwing a silent curse out at the universe, just in case it can suddenly read thoughts, for saddling him with this fucking situation. Ashton Irwin might very well be the death of him, for a second time.

-------

Luke completely forgets that he’d told Ashton he’d consider going to dinner with him until Calum tentatively brings him up the following Tuesday.

“Did Ashton ever say anything to your message?” he asks, scratching behind Duke’s ears, and Luke blinks at him.

“Did I not tell you?” he says, surprised. He’s not sure how the entire conversation with Ashton slipped his mind for almost an entire week, but he supposes that’s what happens when he doesn’t care about someone.

“No?” Calum says, equally surprised, as though he hadn’t expected Luke to have heard anything. Luke fucking wishes.

“He rang me the next day,” Luke says, and Calum frowns, hand stilling on Duke’s back. Duke turns and gives Calum a reproachful look, and Calum starts petting him again absent-mindedly. “Asked me to meet him for dinner.” Calum gapes at him.

“Are you serious?” he says, in disbelief.

“I know,” Luke agrees.

“Jesus,” Calum says, sounding almost in awe of Ashton’s shamelessness. “Was he this delusional when you were together?” Luke laughs, and shrugs. “What’d he say when you said no?” Luke hesitates, biting his lip.

“I told him I’d think about it,” Luke says after a moment, and Calum’s eyes widen.

“Luke,” he says, and it’s careful, worried, and Luke hates it.

“Look, I know,” he says, before Calum can say something like Ashton nearly killed you last time, are you sure this is a good idea? “I know, Cal, okay? I just- I need him to leave me alone.” Calum frowns again.

“What, and he’s trying to force your hand by making him leaving you alone conditional on you going out to dinner with him?” he says. Luke nods. “What a cunt.”

“I know,” Luke says. “I think he’d leave me alone if I said no, but I think I’d be jumping every time I got a text. I’d rather just have one dinner with him and know that’s it.” Calum’s frown doesn’t leave his face, but he nods slowly.

“Okay,” he says. “If it’s for your own peace of mind.”

“It is,” Luke says, exhaling heavily and slumping back on Calum’s sofa.

“So you’re going?”

“I don’t know,” Luke says. “I haven’t thought about it.”

“You don’t have to,” Calum says, and it’s gentle, supportive. “We can go to the police, say he’s harassing you. We can get a restraining order.”

“I don’t want to go through that,” Luke says, carding a hand through his hair, a little stressed at the idea. It sounds a little extreme, and a lot expensive.

“Okay,” Calum says easily. “Whatever you want to do, Luke. You know I’ll support whatever decision you make.” Luke smiles, small and genuine.

“Thanks, Cal,” he says.

“I can’t promise Michael will, though,” Calum adds, and Luke snorts.

“No, probably not,” he says.

-------

“You said what?” Michael sounds absolutely outraged at the very idea.

“I said I’d think about it,” Luke repeats. Michael folds his arms.

“And you’ve thought about it, and you’re going to say no, right?” Luke hesitates, and that’s enough for Michael to make a noise of exasperation and roll his eyes. “Jesus Christ, Luke. You’re not going for dinner with fucking Ashton.”

“Who are you, my fucking mum?” Luke says, a little irritably. Michael’s expression softens a little at the barbs hidden in Luke’s words.

“I just don’t want-” he starts, but Luke cuts him off with a shake of his head.

“I know, Mike,” he says, because he does, he knows, and he doesn’t need to hear it. “I’m twenty-fucking-six, mate. I can make my own decisions.” Michael looks torn, like he half-wants to yell at Luke (which, frankly, he probably does), but then he sighs.

“Fine,” he says, sounding very much like it’s not fine. “Are you going to go?” Luke shrugs.

“I haven’t thought about it yet,” he says. Michael gives him a hard look, and looks like he wants to say something else, but then Calum comes back from the kitchen, Duke in his wake, and sets himself down between the two of them.

“Play nice, you two,” he says warningly, but he’s only looking at Michael. Luke feels a touch smug about that.

“Fuck you,” Michael says, reaching for one of the bags of popcorn Calum’s brought through from the kitchen. Duke gets on his hind legs and paws at the sofa, gazing at Michael beseechingly, and Michael almost absent-mindedly reaches down to pick him up and put him in his lap. Duke settles down comfortably, resting his head on Michael’s thigh and blinking at Calum and Luke calmly. Something about the familiarity of the interaction makes Luke’s heart ache a little bit.

“Whose turn is it to pick a movie tonight?” Calum asks, reaching for the other two bags of popcorn and tossing one at Luke.

“Mine,” Michael says.

“No it’s not,” Luke says. “It’s mine.”

“Yeah, but your taste in movies is so shit that I’m vetoing your turn,” Michael says. Luke squawks indignantly.

“What?” he says, incensed. “My taste is fucking fine, thank you very much.”

“He kind of has a point,” Calum says, nodding solemnly at Luke. Luke scowls.

“Fuck you,” he says, ripping open his popcorn. “Just because you’re fucking soulmates now doesn’t mean you get to gang up on me.” As soon as he’s said it, the atmosphere changes; Calum and Michael exchange a glance, before looking back at Luke.

“We should probably talk about that,” Michael says carefully, and Luke groans, pinching the bridge of his nose with salty, buttery fingers. Gross.

“Can we not?” he says, wiping his nose with his sleeve to avoid looking at either of them. “Please, just for one fucking night, let me forget the whole soulmate thing exists.” Calum and Michael both hesitate, and then Calum shoots Michael another quick look and nods at Luke.

“Okay,” he says. “But your taste in movies is still shitty.”

Luke throws a cushion at him.

-------

On Sunday night, at two in the morning, Luke types out a single word.

Me Ok.

He presses send, turns airplane mode on, and goes to sleep.

-------

Luke completely forgets that he’d turned airplane mode on on Monday morning until he gets on the train and tries to load Twitter. When he turns it off, messages start popping in, so fast that he can’t read them before the next one arrives. Most of them are from the group chat with Michael and Calum, some argument about whether twenty-four hour time is better or worse than twelve-hour, and he’s got one from his dad asking how he’s doing, and - the reason he’d turned airplane mode on in the first place - one from Ashton.

Ashton Irwin Thank you. 8pm tonight, Zahli?

Luke bites his lip, staring out of the window as he thinks for a moment.

Me Ok.

-------

He doesn’t tell Calum until after lunch.

“I said yes,” he says, as casually as possible, staring at his nails like they’re the most interesting thing in the world. They’re kind of disgusting, actually. “Hey, do you have a nail file at home?”

“When are you seeing him?” Calum asks. “And yeah, in the cupboard under the sink in the upstairs bathroom. Have you tried calling about the boiler again?” Luke nods, picking at his thumbnail with his index finger.

“Yeah, they said they wouldn’t be back for another week,” he says. Calum pulls a face.

“You’re paying my water bill this month,” he says. “You take as long in one shower as I do in ten.”

“Why should I pay for your lack of hygiene?” Luke says.

“Fuck you, I’m hygienic,” Calum says. “And at least I know how to pick up towels.”

“Hey, I’m getting better,” Luke says. “I hang them up now.” Calum rolls his eyes.

“Stuffing them into the towel warmer is not hanging them up,” he says.

“It’s better than leaving them on the floor, though,” Luke points out, ripping a bit of his thumbnail off.

“Oh, what, so I should praise you for doing less than the bare minimum because it could be worse?”

“I mean, a little thanks wouldn’t go amiss,” Luke says, grinning at Calum. Calum scoffs, and rolls his eyes again.

“You’re the worst housemate I’ve ever had,” he tells Luke.

“You’ve never had a housemate.”

“I have now,” Calum says, pointing at him, “and you’re the worst one.”

“Well, then by definition I’m also the best,” Luke says, biting at the edge of his thumbanil. Calum scowls, and flips him off.

“When are you seeing Ashton?” Calum asks, which Luke’s kind of torn on, because on the one hand, Calum changing the subject means Luke’s won, but on the other hand, the subject he’s gone for is Ashton.

“Tonight,” Luke mumbles, around a mouthful of thumb.

“Tonight?” Calum repeats, and Luke nods. “Okay. Where?”

“Zahli.” Calum raises his eyebrows.

“He’ll try to pay,” he says. “Don’t let him.” Luke rolls his eyes.

“Obviously not,” he says, because he’s not an idiot.

“What are you going to wear?” Luke stops. He hadn’t even thought about that.

“I don’t know,” he says, with a shrug. “Probably just my work clothes.” Calum looks him up and down, nodding thoughtfully.

“Good choice,” he says. “You look good, so you’ll be showing him you’re alright without him, but not so good that he’ll think you’ve put in effort to impress him.”

“True,” Luke says, because he’s well beyond pretending that he’s not analysing the situation this deeply himself.

“I wonder what he wants to talk about,” Calum muses, tapping a pen against his chin.

“Probably, like, how successful his band is, how many guys he’s fucked since me, how happy he’s been,” Luke says, a little spiteful and a little bitter.

“You’ve been successful,” Calum points out. “You’ve fucked guys since him. You’ve been happy.”

“I know,” Luke says, but there’s a little twisting in his stomach, because he’s always felt so fucking inferior to Ashton. It feels like he has something to prove since the breakup, like he has to show both Ashton and himself that he’s better now than the iteration of Luke Ashton knew had been.

“You don’t have to do it,” Calum says, clearly seeing the uncertainty written all over Luke’s face. “You can still back out.” Luke shakes his head.

“Not now that I’ve said yes,” he says. “He’ll read into it.”

“So let him,” Calum says, with a shrug. He doesn’t get it - he never cares what other people think, especially not people he doesn’t care about. Luke can’t stop caring what people think about him, especially people he used to care about.

“I can’t,” Luke says. “It’ll be fine. It’ll be, like, an hour, tops. And then I never have to speak to or see him again.” A weight of relief settles in his stomach at the mere thought, that in six hours everything will be over and his life can return to how it was six months ago.

“Thank fuck for that,” Calum says, and Luke can’t help but heartily agree.

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Luke’s at Zahli at eight on the dot, and, because they hadn’t talked about whether they’d wait outside or go in, decides to head inside on his own. His stomach is a bundle of nerves, tension and anxiety settled into every cell of his body, because this will be the first time he’s seen Ashton in two years. The last time he’d seen Ashton, Ashton had been his, and Luke had been a wreck. It’s embarrassing to think back to, that someone he barely even knows now has seen him like that, at his most vulnerable, so Luke orders a glass of red wine to try and take his mind off it.

He’s forcing himself to be engrossed in the food menu when Ashton sits down.

“Hi,” Ashton says, voice clear and low, and Luke looks over his food menu at him.

It feels like déjà-vu, if déjà-vu involved feeling suddenly sick and defenceless and pathetic. Ashton looks almost the same as the last time Luke had seen him, minus the stressed expression on his face, and maybe with a few more crow’s feet. His golden curls have been dyed black, tucked behind his ear besides the one strand he never could control, and Luke hates that he remembers that.

“Hi,” Luke says, proud of how steady and cool it comes out.

“You look good,” Ashton comments, after an awkward moment.

“This isn’t a date,” Luke says.

“I know.”

“Good.” Luke turns back to his menu, palms sweating, heart racing, and tries to focus on the words on the page.

“Have you ordered?”

“Obviously not,” Luke says, because he’s got the fucking menu in his hand.

“Oh, right.” Luke rolls his eyes privately, but says nothing, and then the waiter’s coming over and Luke’s just pointing to the first thing he sees on the page and smiling politely. The waiter, however, then takes the menus away from both of them, and Luke’s left with nothing to hide behind, and has to look at Ashton.

He’s dressed nicely, in a long-sleeved black lace shirt, and he’s got a few more rings on his fingers than the last time Luke had seen him. He’s still just as muscular - maybe even a little more - and his hazel eyes look a little older, blinking at Luke from behind dark lashes. Luke feels so queasy at the sight of him, almost exactly the same but somehow so fucking different, feels the echoes of the worthlessness and emptiness he’d felt in Ashton’s wake squeezing at his lungs, and wills himself not to throw up.

“So,” Ashton says, after a long, uncomfortable silence. Luke’s not sure whether he wants to yell at Ashton, cry, leave, or die. Dying currently sounds like the most enticing option of the lot.

“Talk,” Luke says curtly. Ashton blinks.

“Can you at least be cordial with me?” he says. Luke stares at him. What the fuck makes Ashton think he’s deserved that?

“Talk,” he repeats, because he doesn’t trust himself not to fly off the handle if he says anything non-monosyllabic. Ashton sighs, and looks down at his hands.

“Okay,” he says, taking a deep breath. “I want to apologise.”

“Right.”

“Can I- can I just say this without you interrupting?”

Luke hesitates, then nods. Biting remarks aren’t part of the ‘keep him at arm’s length, don’t let it get emotional’ routine, anyway. It won’t hurt to let Ashton say his piece.

“Thank you.” Ashton takes another deep breath. “I want to apologise. I know how I left-” he winces “-was pretty cold, pretty brutal. I’m sorry for that. I’ve given it a lot of thought over the last two years, and I regret it. Like. A lot. I missed you. A lot. I wanted to get back in contact with you, but I knew- I knew you wouldn’t want to hear from me. And then the tattoo came, and I- I didn’t look at it, for a few days, because when I looked at what everyone was saying online, I knew it would be you.” He pauses, eyes flicking back to Luke, like he’s gauging his reaction. Luke, though, is sitting still, emotionless, face blank. He’s not giving Ashton any satisfaction. “And then I looked, and it was. And I knew I had to be yours, but you didn’t say anything.” The pause is longer this time, an invitation for Luke to speak.

“Okay,” Luke says, because he doesn’t really have anything else to say.

“I- it’s not just the tattoo, Luke,” Ashton says, and Luke never wants to hear his name coming from Ashton’s lips again. “It’s you. I regretted it the minute I left, but I couldn’t go back to you, not knowing what I did. How I did it. I- When I heard about the tattoos, I knew it was going to be you. It’s always been you.”

Luke kind of wants to laugh. Two years ago, these are the exact words he wanted to hear from Ashton. It was a mistake, I’m sorry, I love you, it’s only you - those words bounced around his head in different fantasies for months on end. Now, though, he feels nothing, and that’s the biggest success Luke thinks he’s ever had in his life. He’s sitting across from the person that took him the closest to the edge, and he feels nothing. It makes him feel powerful, feel in control, and he relaxes a little. Ashton’s apologising to him, opening up to him. Luke’s not giving anything away.

“You fell out of love with me,” Luke says, and it’s not accusing, it’s not emotional. It’s calm, rational, matter-of-fact.

“I thought I did,” Ashton says, and he opens his mouth to speak but then the waiter comes, handing them their dishes with a smile. Luke throws a smile at him, but Ashton barely glances at him. There’s an awkward silence as the waiter asks if they want any pepper, and Luke says yes please, and they have to wait for the waiter to bring it over and then for Luke to say stop. Luke lets it go on a little longer than maybe strictly necessary, childishly enjoying the way Ashton’s squirming in his seat, and then thanks the waiter with a brilliant smile, just to drive home the point of how friendly he can be with people that aren’t Ashton.

“I thought I did,” Ashton repeats, when the waiter’s finally gone and Luke’s tucking into his potatoes. “That’s why I left. I thought I didn’t love you anymore, and then I actually had to live without you, and I realised it was just because we were settling into a familiar love. I just couldn’t handle the commitment, and it made me block you out.” Luke raises an eyebrow, but keeps eating, and Ashton sighs.

“Look,” he says. “I- I know I fucked up. Badly. But I didn’t need a tattoo to tell me that. I already knew what the tattoo confirmed. I’d-” he swallows. “I’d really like the opportunity to have a second chance.” Luke sets his fork down at that, and sits back in his chair.

“Do you know what you did to me?” he says, calm and even. Ashton just stares at him, which Luke takes as a no, so he goes on. “You left me feeling like I was worthless. I spent months in therapy, and even longer crying on Calum and Michael’s shoulders every night. I couldn’t be alone. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe because everything was you.” He pauses, weighing up his next words. “You left, and I was left behind. I had to work hard to fall out of love with you. That was your choice, not mine. I would probably never have stopped loving you if you’d let me. But you moved on, and so I had to as well. And the consequence of your choice, your actions, is that I don’t love you anymore. I don’t feel anything for you anymore. I’m only here to get you to leave me alone.” Ashton looks a little sick when Luke finishes.

“And the fact we’re soulmates doesn’t mean anything to you?” he says, his voice cracking slightly on the word ‘soulmates’. Luke shrugs.

“No,” he says. “I don’t want to be with you. I don’t care who else you fuck. I don’t care who else you love. I don’t care about you anymore, Ashton.” Ashton swallows, and nods.

“I guess I deserve that,” he says, and Luke can’t help but huff out a laugh.

“You kind of do,” he says, but it’s not unkind. Ashton sighs, and rakes a hand through his hair.

“I thought you’d be more open to the idea,” he admits, taking Luke aback a little with his honesty.

“You don’t know me anymore,” Luke says. “Don’t kid yourself that you do. I’m not the same person you left behind.”

“Doesn’t it bother you, though? That we’re supposed to be together?”

“I guess sometimes the universe gets it wrong,” Luke says, with a shrug. “We tried, and it didn’t work.”

“It might work now that I know how to love you properly,” Ashton says.

“I’m not going to give you a second chance based on a ‘maybe’,” Luke says. Ashton stares at him for a moment, and then nods, tight-lipped and unhappy. For the first time, Luke feels a little sorry for him. He’s not even touched his food.

“Can I see it?” Ashton asks, after a moment.

“It’s on my back,” Luke says. “It’s your bird tattoo, carrying a drumstick in its mouth with one of your moons in the background.” Ashton nods again, but it’s absent-minded, almost numb.

“That sounds beautiful,” he says.

“It is,” Luke says.

“Mine’s a daisy chain wrapped around a microphone,” Ashton says.

“That’s my favourite flower,” Luke says, without thinking, and Ashton nods. Of course, Ashton already knew that. Luke remembers the conversation; Ashton laughing at him (“Daisies can’t be your favourite flower, Luke, that’s fucking stupid.”), his defensiveness (“Fuck you, they’re cute.”), chucking a cushion at a giggling Ashton’s head.

“It’s on my tricep,” Ashton says, even though Luke hadn’t asked.

“Mine’s on my shoulderblade.” Ashton nods, and they lapse into silence. Luke’s finished his food, and Ashton’s not even glanced at his, which is stopping the waiter from coming back to clear their plates away.

“We should probably pay,” Luke says, when the silence stretches on for so long that he thinks it might be Tuesday already.

“Okay,” Ashton says, and he sounds kind of sad. Luke flags down the waiter, who asks Ashton if there was a problem with the food, and an awkward conversation ensues in which Ashton smiles at the waiter and tells him no, he just doesn’t feel well, but his friend had really enjoyed the food, and Luke watches as the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. The waiter asks if they want to split the bill or pay as one, and Luke jumps in and says they want to split it before Ashton can make one final grand romantic gesture, or whatever. The waiter nods, coming back (much to Luke’s relief) in record time with the card machine and two bills. Luke and Ashton pay, thank the waiter, and then fumble with their coats as they get up and head out into the temperate November night.

“So,” Ashton says, when they get out of the restaurant. “I guess this is it.” Luke nods.

“This is it,” he says.

“I had a nice evening,” Ashton says, and Luke can’t help but laugh.

“No, you didn’t,” he says. Ashton half-smiles.

“Okay, no I didn’t,” he admits. “But I did enjoy seeing you again.” Luke nods, not really sure how to take that.

“Good luck with everything,” he says.

“You too,” Ashton says. Luke smiles at him, and it’s a real smile, partially fuelled by relief, and partially by something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Get home safe,” Luke says, because he can’t say ‘see you’, since he’s sincerely hoping not to.

“You too,” Ashton says again. Luke nods, offers him one last smile, and then turns on his heel and walks away.

His shoulderblade tingles as he goes, and there’s an odd edge of sadness to his relief, but he doesn’t stop or look back.

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chapter three

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Shouji Mezo X Reader part 57 Remember

That couldn’t have been her. She said her full name to them. It was her no doubt about it, and she was real. It was terrifying to see her in the flesh. To have so much history with her but she had zero history with him. His phone rang again and he answered.

“Shouji, I should have told you…” Deku started. “She didn’t recognize me either.”

“Aizawa was right about keeping anyone from looking for her. It just was too much.” Shouji said.”Why didn’t you tell me she was there?”

“I thought if I did, you wouldn’t come.”

He was right, he’d avoid that university like the plague. Shouji does have a tender curiosity for Y/n’s well being but he didn’t want to meet a Y/n that didn’t remember him and he wasn’t going to stalk her.

“I remember how happy you two were when you guys were together. She did a lot of questionable things, but you both seemed to really care for each other and I just thought if you two met again, you would make each other happy again, like that.” Midoriya explained.

“Midoriya, she may be an entirely new person now.” Shouji said, but then he made his decision. “I’ll stay on the security squad.”

“What! Really?”

“It would be awful if she got hurt again.” Shouji said. “But I’ll try and protect everyone at that gala.”

“Thank you Shouji!”

Shouji hung up and looked back at the hospital selfie they took when they had their official hospital date. There was probably never going to be a date like that again. Well he could only hope that he wouldn’t have a hospital date after his partner got burned to a crisp.

It was just his horror to talk to Y/n again, knowing he didn’t share the same history. He was a stranger to her. She held her hand out like it was their first meeting. It was like his insides were being torn from within, and he had to pretend it was nothing.

Shouji called the club for a more in depth tour, where attacks could hide, sources of power, the whole nine yards. The president of the club said he would give the tour.

Shouji got there and was greeted by the president of the club. He explained he believes an opposing club could be the culprit.

“Why would another club be out for this one?” Shouji asked.

“Ever since (last name) was made my Vice President, she’s been able to bring in more club members with her personality. A lot of members were drawn to our club because of her outgoingness and that she could persuade freshmen at orientation why we were the best club. Because of this other clubs have suffered not having any new members, which means lack of funding for them and more for us.” The president explained. “I didn’t think I’d be able to save our dying club, but when Y/n joined we made it to nationals.”

Shouji wanted to avoid this topic. He was glad Y/n was ambitious and found some direction in her life. She was doing amazing like she always was going to be. No, what he worried about was hearing about the possibility of a love interest.

“She sounds amazing.” Shouji told the president.

“She intimidated you didn’t she?” The president asked. “She scared the hell out of me when we first met. She barked out orders from day one on how to improve our club.”

“Do you think the attacker is going to be after her specifically?” Shouji asked.

“I never really thought about it. I don’t know if they know (last name) is the reason for our club’s sudden popularity. You would think because she’s so loud.”

“It’s only a guess, but she could be the main target.” Shouji said.

“Should I tell her? I don’t want to ruin her big night making her feel responsible for the threats.” The president asked. “But I also want her to be aware…”

“We probably should.” Though they were technically strangers now, he didn’t want her living in the dark. “But it is only a theory. I could be wrong.” Shouji told them.

“Here’s our club- and speak of the devil.” The president said as they opened the doors.

Y/n was in the lab, with a machine and computer beside her. She was conducting some sort of trial, that Shouji did not know. She was in a white lab coat, recording data. She turned to them as she heard the doors opened revealing she was wearing safety glasses.

“Oh hey, showing our security around?” Y/n asked the president.

“Yes, and what are you doing here? All our projects have been wrapped up for the moment.”

“Doing, my own projects. You get me, Mr. Tentacole, just because the assignment is complete, there is always more work to be done!” She sang. “You have your security missions, but you also catch bad guys!” she twirled in the lad.

“Please stop.” The president sighed. “Tentacole thinks you may be a target of the threats.”

“Me?” Y/n was surprised. “What did I do?” she got a little angry.

“It’s only a theory, but with the information we gathered we think another club suffered from lack of recruitment-” Shouji tried to explain.

“Oh because people wanted to hang out with me because I am one of the best scientists at this school, that I should get hurt and have my club’s work ruined all for something so childish!” She yelled.

“It’s only a hypothesis L/n, no one said it’s your fault we’re being targeted at the gala.”

“Not only are we successful in our technical skills, and our decision making, but because we also have social skills, covering all our bases for talents a good club needs, I’m to blame because I excel at all three, I feel like.” She explained. “It just hurts that someone feels so intimidated by me. They want to crush my beautiful success, after everything I've been through.”

The president rolled his eyes, but Shouji’s interest piqued. Did she remember?

“If Deku or Tentacole agree to be your body guard or something will you settle down?” The president asked.

“No! I must find the darkness that hides behind cut up magazine threats, and strangle them with my bare hands because I control my own fate, success, destiny-” She was going on.

Was she really the same Y/n! It really seemed like it.

“Its illegal to strangle someone.” The president told her.

“I have proof they were threatening me! Tentacole just a little strangle? You would understand right?” Y/n begged.

Her (colored) eyes were wide as she pleaded with everything in her heart to be allowed to beat the crap out of her attacker. Shouji turned his gaze away, fearing he might blow his cover of trying to only be the pro hero of security for this event, not a foggy memory.

“It’s only a theory you may be the target.” Shouji told her.

“Well that’s not a no.” She said.

Charming as ever. Voice as smooth as silk, and her soul always felt like she was on victory road. Except that short time she was at UA. The president sighed in annoyance at his extroverted counterpart that was able to fluster a pro-hero, especially one that is not known for being emotional. Being close with his vice president, he always saw things going easy for Y/n, she could charm just about any professor or sponsor, and ten minutes later get hammered with the sports teams, and never face any social consequences. But as he learned more about his counterpart, he saw that Y/n had a troubled past, that she was trying to overcome. With all his knowledge, he had to believe this cruise style life came from something science couldn’t explain, that there was balance trying to be restored.

“Well, I’ll be showing Tentacole the hall we’ll be in for the gala. We’ll leave you to your fun.” The president said taking Shouji out of the lab.

They began walking across campus to get to the fancy hall that the university uses to host their most elegant dinner parties.

“I told you she is very intimidating like a snake!” The president huffed. “You just have to be firm with your no’s with her, because she will choke someone and I don’t know how the hero stuff works, but I can assume you can get in trouble.”

“You think she’ll choke someone?” Shouji asked.

“I’ve seen it! It starts out all cute, or she’s flinging insults, and she gives a warning and goes through with it, every single time.” The president whined. “It was bad when the dean’s son liked her, because he didn’t know what the word no meant, let alone threats. She beat him with a chair, and she almost got expelled, but she was able to convince the sexual harassment case pretty far, and expose the dean for nepotism. I thought I was going to have to dissolve the club, and she turned it around.”

It all did sound like Y/n. She was still the same Y/n.

“She sounds pretty tough.” Shouji commented.

“It’s all in the element of surprise, or thats what I first thought. No one expected a physics major to ever go insane like her. But then when the rumors spread, people started challenging her, and she could whoop ass. She doesn’t remember, but I bet she had some martial arts training.”

“Why wouldn’t she remember that?”

The president realized they spoke too much.

“Keep this to yourself, but before L/n came to this university, she suffered from amnesia. The university almost didn’t accept her, but she took so many exams to prove she belonged. The martial arts is probably a muscle memory rather than a part of the brain that was affected.” The president said. “I felt bad because I also tried to find a way to deny her entry in the club, but she fought tooth and nail.”

So it all was true, she forgot them, there was no doubt, but knowing things were still difficult after losing her memories just made him ache. She was kept away from UA hoping to lessen the possible pain of remembering, but there were new obstacles always trying to stop her.

“That sounds awful.” Shouji said.

“I just assumed the school was giving her everything on a silver platter, and I wanted no part of it. Turns out I was part of one of her fights to belong in a space she is probably above.”

That night, Shouji decided to google Y/n. No social media, but achievements from school newspapers. With his pro hero perks, he was able to find the case of Y/n vs the dean’s son for assault and sexual harassment. There was no lie, chair and all. He then looked up the dean’s son, and found out that right after the case, he got married, which recently his wife committed suicide. Apparently she wanted to legally separate, but there was no suicide note found. That man may have not stopped his reign of terror, but at least Y/n was able to put some fear in him.

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Finals Week (Barry x Reader x Sally)

Word Count: 1922

Warnings: none

Request by Anonymous: okay feel free to totally say no to this cuz wow self-projection whoops, but uh. sally and barry helping university student reader unwind 👀 after the stress of final exams hits? 👀👀

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this fic about finals week! I wanted to go super wholesome with this prompt so I hope thats okay with you! This whole last month of the semester has been kicking my ass school-wise and writing this definitely made me feel a bit better. So I hope reading it does the same for you! Good luck to anyone still in school! Love you guys!

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You had been sitting in your apartment for what felt like days, studying what felt like the same material but for different classes, writing the same essay but about different topics, and in general cramming an endless amount of work into a single week. It seemed like just a few weeks ago you were breezing through the semester, not a care in the world, and all of a sudden, all these assignments were hitting you like a freight train. Were there assignments you knew about in advance? Sure. Could you have been working on them for basically the whole semester? Absolutely. But did you? No. No you did not. And now, just like every semester, you were paying the price.

You sighed deeply and let your head fall against the keys of your laptop, typing nonsense into the body of your essay, which honestly seemed better than whatever your brain was coming up with. You had been held up in your apartment working for the better part of three days whenever you weren’t at work or in class.

Your phone buzzed on the side table. You glanced over and saw a text from Sally light up the screen. Without opening your phone, you could see it was a picture of her and Barry. She had been asking the past week when you were free to go out with them, and when you weren’t available Barry and Sally went out without you. This wasn’t unusual. It was pretty normal for you all to go on dates with whoever was available at the time. And you certainly didn’t expect them to put their lives on hold just because you were busy. But these past few days, you’d been feeling guilty that you hadn’t gotten to see them, and insecure that they were growing apart from you because of your absence. You insecurities were getting the better of you, and the lack of sleep didn’t help rationalize your thoughts.

You sighed and turned your phone over, deciding to switch from working on your essay to studying from your textbooks. You moved from your seat at the kitchen table to your couch, as if moving locations would make this week less unbearable. Luckily it was almost over, but at the moment it felt like it would never end. You grabbed a bottle of aspirin on your way to the table, hoping to soothe the throbbing headache that'd been plaguing you the last few days.

The day went on like this, moving from place to place in your apartment, trying to ignore Sally’s texts and attempting to study, keyword attempting. It felt impossible to focus. You found yourself reading the same sentence over and over. You found yourself reading the same sentence over and over.

Your phone lit up once again on the side table, buzzing longer this time. Sally was calling you. You sighed in frustration and ignored the call, returning your eyes to your book. You tried to read a few sentences as anxious thoughts buzzed around your mind. You hated to push them away, but you were too busy for this. And you knew if you picked up that phone you were only going to feel jealous that they got to see each other but you didn’t get to see them. Your phone buzzed again. You sighed heavily and begrudgingly answered the call.

“Hey Sally, I don’t really have time right now.” you said, wincing after hearing the hostility in your own voice.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I was just checking in, haven’t heard from you in a while.” she said, concern lacing her voice.

“I’m fine.” you lied. Sally sensed how your voice faltered.

“You sure? We can come over if you want.” she offered.

“We? You’re still with Barry?” you asked, trying to hide how much you missed them.

“Oh yeah we’ve been together all day. We were actually calling to see if you’re free at all?” she asked hopefully. You sighed and propped up your head in your free hand.

“I have so much on my plate right now. You guys go ahead without me, I’m sorry. Love you.” you said quickly and hung up before she could protest.

You set your phone down and took a shaky breath. You buried your face in your hands and broke down crying, you body heaving with sobs. It wasn’t just your distance from Sally and Barry making you sad. This whole week had been an absolutely nightmare of stress and isolation. You felt regret for your attitude on the phone. If you weren’t pushing them away before, you definitely felt like you were now.

You spent a while feeling guilty, attempting to study but not being able to focus yet again. A knock at your door jolted you out of your sad state. You quickly wiped at your eyes with your sleeve and walked to your door, opening it to Sally and Barry. As upset as you were, you couldn’t help but feel relieved and happy to see the people you love. Sally came in first, closing the distance between you and wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. As she leaned away she pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Her hands cupped your cheeks and you leaned into her touch as her thumbs swiped at any remaining tears.

“I know you said not to come, but we couldn’t help ourselves.” she said guiltily. Your eyes welled up with tears, happier this time, and you covered her hands with yours.

“Thank you.” you whispered. She must have known on the phone how much you wanted to see them. She could always see right through you, and today you were grateful for that. Sally smiled knowingly, nodding and walking further into your apartment.

Barry still stood in your doorway. He smiled sweetly and held up the large paper bag in his hand.

“We brought Chinese food!” he said happily, setting it down and pulling you in for a hug. You rested your head against his chest and snaked your arms around his waist. He pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead and pulled away from the hug to set up the food.

“Guys, I’m so glad you’re here, I just have so much stuff to do. It feels like I’m drowning in assignments. I don’t know if I have the time.” you said nervously. You wanted them to stay but the stress was creeping up on you again.

“Babe, you’ve been working nonstop for the past three days. Would you even be productive if you kept going?” Sally asked. You blinked, feeling called out but knowing she was right. These past couple hours of study had been completely useless anyways. You smiled, deciding you deserved some time off with the people you love.

“...You guys didn’t have to do all this for me.” you said, feeling guilty that they went through the trouble.

“Of course we did! We’re your partners we’re gonna be here for you.” Sally piped up, walking out from the kitchen with plates and napkins.

“You’d do the same for us.” Barry added as he took the various take-out boxes out of the bag and setting them on the coffee table. You smiled and sat down on the couch as they prepared everything. The negative thoughts about your relationship were definitely dampened, but they were still floating around your brain. You rubbed your palms together nervously and took a deep breath.

“Can I ask you guys a stupid question?” you asked. Sally and Barry slowed their movements down and turned their gaze towards you, sitting on either side of you.

“If it’s making you upset it’s not stupid.” Sally assured, resting a hand on your thigh. Barry nodded in agreement.

“Is...everything okay with us? I mean, I’ve been busy and you guys have been hanging out a lot. And I’m fine with that I really am. I guess I’m just worried you don’t...need me?” you confessed, fighting the lump in your throat that threatened more tears.

“Okay you were right, that was stupid.” she said offhandedly and you laughed humorlessly at her response. She perked up, realizing what she said and her hands flew over yours.

“I’m sorry, that...that came out wrong. I just mean, we love you so much. And I hate that you think of yourself like that. I don’t think me or Barry would know what to do without you.” she said, gesturing to Barry, who nodded in return with a tight lipped smile. You furrowed your brow and Sally pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, jumping up from the couch and patting her legs.

“How about I get you some tea? I’m gonna get you some tea.” she said quickly, turning on her heel and walking into the kitchen. When she was out of the room Barry took a deep breath and turned his eyes towards you.

“It’s not stupid.” Barry assured. You turned your gaze towards him. “I feel like that sometimes too, like I’m not needed or important. And Sally does too even if she doesn’t talk about it. I know you’ve been stressed lately, but I just want you to know that...I mean, me and Sally are so proud of you. And when we go out without you? You’re basically all we talk about.” he finished, a small smile on his face as he recalled the memory.

“Really?” you asked hopefully. Barry nodded.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, kind of pathetic actually. We’re crazy about you. We love you so much, and I never want you to feel like we don’t love having you in our lives. And...I’m so grateful I get to be in yours.” he said, taking a deep breath to stop his own tears from welling up.

You leaned over and wrapped your arms around Barry. He didn’t respond at first, not expecting the contact, but quickly melted into your touch. He ran his fingers soothingly through your hair, relishing being close to you after what felt like so long apart. You squeezed him a little tighter and he chuckled and returned the gesture.

Sally walked back into the living room with a mug of tea and smiled at you two.

“Am I missing a group hug?” she asked playfully. You nodded into Barry’s shoulder.

“Mhm.” you said.

Sally set the mug down on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around you and Barry. Their familiar smells mingled in the air. Sally’s sweet, flowery perfume, and Barry’s cologne, scented like eucalyptus mint. You knew you had missed them, but now that they were here you realized just how much you relied on them.

“I love you guys so much.” you said softly.

“Love you too.” Sally and Barry responded in kind. Sally pulled away from the hug and you followed suit. She handed you a paper plate.

“Go ahead and grab some food. I bet you haven’t even eaten today.” she said knowingly and you stuck your tongue out at her.

“You guys wanna watch Back to the Future?” Barry suggested, covering you three in a large blanket. You nodded enthusiastically.

You sat back with your plate of food and snuggled up between your partners. Sally leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, earning a giggle out of you. You leaned your head on Barry’s shoulder and took a bite of food as the movie started.

Finals week might suck, but this would definitely help you get through it.

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Gaze on me

Not requested! Also very much an AU-ish fic :3c I think I started writing this when I got into both FEH and FE:3H so its somewhere along the lines of those universes :3c Perhaps :3c I’ll write more :3c Maybe with Professor Reever who knows :3c

Oh!! and I’m cross-posting this to ao3 and quotev as well!! So if you see it there, thats probably me :3c

He was staring – that much he realized – but he didn’t realize for how long he had been staring until the (h/c) looked up, curious (e/c) eyes making contact with his and making him flinch. He blinked in surprise- he hadn’t expected them to make direct eye-contact with him!! – and turned his face away, back to the worksheet he was supposed to finish and turn in by tomorrow morning.

“Man, pull yourself together or we’re gonna get our asses beat by the professor tomorrow,” his companion growled, focused on his own work, diligently working out the problems as quickly as he could. Who cares about right or wrong at this point- They’ve been stuck here for hours and he was itching to get out.

“Can’t I just do this tomorrow?” Lavi frowned, staring at his worksheet that was empty – much unlike his friend’s that was already filled with scribbles of answers. “There’s still so much to do,”

“Well, Mr. Genius. If you had done that instead of staring at _______, then maybe you would’ve been done by now,” Now that perked Lavi’s interest.

“______ who?” he leaned forward, eyes twinkling with the thought of knowing the other person’s name – the name of the person he had been staring at for the past half an hour like some kind of creep- or something...

He couldn’t help that they were conveniently the only other person in the vicinity when his brain needed a break! And he couldn’t help when he started studying the way the setting sun casts rays on them and the way they stuck out their tongue when they were concentrating or the way t-

“Yeah, _______,” Allen replied, not really paying attention to his friend’s shift in attitude. He was more or less afraid of the crazy professor whose homework he was doing – Prof. Komui’s punishments were weird as hell and he shuddered at the thought of being at the receiving end of it. The last poor sap who got submitted to his punishment had to be taken off campus to get treatment.

Poor kid still hasn’t come back.

“Y’know. _______. From sparring class.” Allen added in a matter-of-fact tone, biting the end of the pen as his brows scrunched in concentration. Lavi leaned back in his seat, eyes travelling to where the (h/c) was sitting- only to find the seat,,, empty? When had they left? Aaahh- there goes his chance of introducing himself to them! How rude…

As Lavi pouted in disappointment-

“Hey Allen, you’re doing that all wrong,”

Allen let out a scream at the sudden voice.

Both he and the redhead turned towards the head of the table, a smiling face greeting them as if they didn’t just try to scare the living hell out of them. Allen clutched his heart while Lavi leaned forward, resting his chin in his cupped hands as he stared at them with literal heart-eyes. ______ directed a polite smile his way, making their way towards Allen and leaning over him to look at his work.

“See? This incantation is all wrong. If you do that, you’re going to summon a storm in the middle of the courtyard,” they laughed, the melodic sound rattling Lavi’s head and making his heart beat a mile a minute. He continued to stare as they guided Allen through the homework, rearranging some things and correcting a few others.

“Aaaandd looks like your friend hasn’t done his stuff, huh?” they chuckled, glancing over at Lavi who finally snapped out of his reverie and reared back in his seat. He blinked a couple times, glancing at his homework – or rather, at the blank piece of paper that was supposed to be his homework – and laughed.

“Ah- yeah- my head was somewhere… else…” he trailed off, laughing nervously at his own awkward-sounding words. The (h/c) hummed, a knowing smirk settled on their face as they adjusted the thick books in their hands.

“If you wanted help, you should’ve just said so, Lavi. There’s only a certain period of staring that I’m comfortable with, yknow?” laughing, they bid goodbye to the two teens before turning and walking in between the many rows of book racks and out of their sight. Lavi stared until he couldn’t see even a figure of their shadow before all the blood started rushing to his head.

“Wa-wa-wait a minute- they knew I was staring?!” Dramatically, he leaned forward, cradling his head – and fistful of his hair – in his hands. He heard Allen humming in a bored tone followed by the scratching of paper as he continued to write something, ultimately making Lavi whine and huff at his friend’s uncaring behavior.

“Aaaaallleeeennnn! This is serious!”

“This homework is serious, Lavi,” Allen glared, blowing a lock of hair out of his eyes as he stared exasperatedly at his friend. Flicking his wrist, Allen turned back towards his work.

“Besides, from how long you were staring at them, I thought you wanted to get caught,” Lavi’s face twitched, red covering his cheeks as an expression of pure horror settled on his face. He lurched forward, grabbing Allen by the collar of his shirt and pulling him upwards over the table.

“ALLEN WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!!!”

“I WAS BUSY!! PUT ME DOWN BEFORE YOU SPILL THE INK, YOU INSANE HUMAN-“

“Whoops- there goes the ink-“

“MY HOMEWORK-!!”

“YOU TWO NEED TO SHUT UP!”

“ACK!”

As the feisty librarian kicked them out of the facility for the evening, Lavi’s head started to turn with excuses that he could use to escape sparring class that just so happened to be scheduled,,,, tomorrow morning,,,,

Oh goddess above, please be kind!!

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hellreads · 5 years

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For anyone who saw this, i urge u to read Right of Way. Okay io, my heart. First, as a jk stan, i feel like a several punches hit me from every direction. I'm the kind of reader who easily immersed into the character especially w the pronoun 'you' i feel like someone is reading me a story of my life, so yes i am bawling, usually it took me a few fluff or smut fic to simmer down the emotion but not this one. I went to bed with swollen eyes. I couldn't read a shit after that.

I will put all my answers under the cut because this is RoW and my emotions for this fic has no end T_T | 🍒

❤️ Rara | 🍒 Io (I decided to answer it as if we’re just chatting and not hurting rip our weak hearts for RoW Jimin, Jungkook, and OC)

[AN EXCHANGE FULL OF SPOILERS]

❤️ : For anyone who saw this, I urge u to read Right of Way. Okay io, my heart. First, as a jk stan, i feel like a several punches hit me from every direction. I’m the kind of reader who easily immersed into the character especially w the pronoun ‘you’ i feel like someone is reading me a story of my life, so yes i am bawling, usually it took me a few fluff or smut fic to simmer down the emotion but not this one. I went to bed with swollen eyes. I couldn’t read a shit after that.

🍒 : Rara, I feel you!!! I am the type of reader who hardcore immerses herself even if the main character gets killed or is a ghost because the best way for me to relate and feel everything to the core is to immerse, I can never read something as an outsider, okay maybe there’s a few I started out as an outsider but eventually caved in (even named OC fics lol, it’s fun to be someone else), sorry to break it to you but NO FIC CAN EVER HEAL THE DAMAGE RIGHT OF WAY HAS DONE TO YOU, NO FIC CAN MAKE YOU FORGET OF THE EVENTS, THE MISTAKES, THE REGRETS, THE PENANCE, THE ACCEPTANCE, THE WEIGHT THIS FIC WILL HAVE ON YOU IS TOO HEAVY YOU NEED A SUPPORT/SUFFER GROUP.

ONCE YOU READ RoW YOUR HEART WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.

❤️ : RoW jk is childish, to me. But maybe he is just naive or confused. For him to fall for oc but still care about sohee is kind of dick move to me, but someone once told me “we cannot choose who fall in love with, and we certainly cannot choose how it will happen either”. That’s their fates. I’m pretty satisfied w the ending bcs there’s no bad person in this story, just bad decisions. What saddens me is, it seems like only OC who pays the price.

🍒 : That is true that he seems like a childish one but isn’t that the beauty of being a child? loving without limits, with all your heart? no hesitations, just trusting that love will be kind, good, untainted even, he saw something in OC that’s why he opened up himself to her and fell for her even if we cannot fully understand the set-up they agreed to have, I hated him for staying with Sohee, I could never understand that part but then again have you seen how feral Sohee was for Jungkook? the girl would kill for the boy, she snaked her way to get him and she’d do anything for history to not repeat itself, but the gods said fuck you Sohee we’ll let the boy stray, he cheated once, he’ll cheat again, what makes you think you’re special hun? you’re right nobody is a bad person here since they’re all humans, something led them to commit the sins they’ve done in this lifetime…

Sohee’s Fault was stealing Jungkook from Seulgi, she was head over heels for him she didn’t think twice, she just wanted to get him at all costs even if it means karma will find her sooner or later, she lusted after him and eventually loved him so there’s no way she was letting go, hence, she carefully planned everything so she gets pregnant with his baby, sick right? but the reality is she’s not the only one who did this thing to their partner, she just didn’t fucking care as long as she keeps Jungkook.

Jimin’s Fault was trusting and loving OC too much he shrugged every sign of her infidelity under the rug, what a libra thing to do Jimin (I am a Libra and I can attest to this Libra trait especially when in love) he was too blinded by love that he gave her every benefit of the doubt whenever she skips dates, goes home late, always tired, even asking to be fucked dog style, sigh, he lost the love of his life to his best friend (well he lost his loves twice to the same boy) she was nothing but an empty shell pre-programmed to respond to him like a lover would and that fucking hurt, I think among the four characters here he received the most damage cluelessly, what a poor loving soul, my heart shattered for him, he only wanted to give her the world but she decided to run to a different planet.

Jungkook’s Fault was being weak and not opening himself up to Sohee, if he only opened up to her the way he did to OC then this wouldn’t have happened, she’s always been there but something is still missing but he should’ve talked things with her instead of finding solace in the arms of OC, because of the secret class they shared they had to write something together which I think could’ve been written minus their drunken state but whoops this is their fate, maybe in another universe they belonged together and they’re trying it as well in this one? (coherence fucked up my mind so I keep thinking of alternate universes) also, Jungkook did nothing to stop the sins they’re doing, he’s into deep inside her in every sense and there was no going back, he was willing to ruin relationships and friendships but fate was cruel, he only had a taste of his euphoria before everything came crashing down.

OC’s Fault was thinking she was strong enough to fight her strong feelings and urges, she thought she was not capable of doing such thing, she wasn’t a bad person, maybe the stable relationship really got to her (long-term relationships can get boring and it isn’t pretty) and having a taste of something or someone new is titillating, also, it wouldn’t be bad right? because it’s the worst, just like Jungkook she gave in to lust, god their sexual chemistry and actual chemistry off-sex is something every lover should have except they aren’t lovers but sinners trying to milk each other everything they got before the world reveals their secrets, she knew it was wrong but she always kept coming back for more, as much as she tried to stay away and forget about everything she keeps spiraling down with Jungkook, it was no longer a mistake but a choice. ultimately, she had to pay the price because that was her predicament, she got the short end of the stick, everything was ruined for her, her relationship with Jimin, Sohee, and Jungkook.

❤️ : If i could wish for a different ending i would say a happy ending but that is unreal. I would want oc to end up w jk, sohee didnt ended up pregnant. (Thats the thing isn’t it, when u’re pregnant u’re bound for life, for the sake of the child). Maybe oc can end up w jimin, she will live her whole life as jimin wife and also as a liar. Point is, the ending is “this is bound to happen, someone have to take the bullet” n i think it’s necessary rather than satisfying,

🍒 : You’re absolutely right about somebody taking the bullet and that’s obviously OC, this is why it fucking hurts, you know for a fact that she didn’t do all of this on her own, it’s not like she forcefully had her way with Jungkook, I’m just so appalled because he was a fuckboy and suddenly lost all knowledge and imagination on this exact position “It’s actually pretty shimple… The girl is straddling the guy, her back facing him while her face is turned to the side so he can kiss her.” imo, he tricked her by playing dumb, maybe it’s true they’re tipsy but he constantly bugged OC after which means he remembers everything they’ve done that one sinful night…

~ the first ending I hoped for was Jimin and OC getting back together, I prayed so hard that he’ll have the heart to forgive and take her back but this the reality of cheating and getting cheated on, no matter how much you try to mend and put the pieces back together it will never fit perfectly again, edges now cracked and torn there’s no way their perfect relationship will ever be the same, as one of my favorite songs said “with each passing day the pain still stays the same” no matter how hard Jimin tries, his trust and love for her will never be the same, he will always doubt her and be reminded of her infidelity, it will not be a pleasant ride for them so it’s better that they didn’t end up being together because even if time heals all wounds the scar she gave him will always hurt like a salted fucking open wound.

~ the second one I hoped for was that Jungkook gives up everything even if Sohee was pregnant, this is brutal I know but if he truly loved OC he would keep his promise and be with her, with or without a child growing inside his girlfriend because it’ll never be the same for them but unlike Jimin, Sohee was willing to try and forget because he loves Jungkook too much, I applaud her for trying but I believe she will never be truly happy, she will be constantly reminded of stealing Jungkook from Seulgi, forcing their child into this world as a trap to keep him, and the devastating fact that Jungkook was willing to give everything up for OC, and that for a short period of time he loved her like the world was about to end, and end it did, Sohee won in this lifetime, suffering is a small price to pay to be with Jungkook ig, they can try but reality will come checking up on them once in a while and it won’t be fun, their relationship is damaged but for Hikaru their innocent angel they will try.

~ the last and ultimate ending I prayed for was OC ending up alone, another savage wish because I love suffering, but this was the only way for her heart to be free from all the pain and guilt, she suffered long enough by keeping secrets and coming back to Jungkook’s arms, she wasn’t a bad person, she was just weak and lost the battle in holding tightly onto her morals because love is something you can’t run away from, yes, I believe that she and Jungkook fell in love it was evident in the incriminating poem he made her “the tiny islands of your birthmark leading me to your center like a happy trail” he paid attention to every part of her and you don’t do that to a random fuck, it was hard not to love the pair despite the sins they’ve done because fuck I’m crying again, my chest now heaving from too much pain ugh, they were perfect (these lines should’ve been on my second ending but whatever I’ll get to my point) if only Jimin and Sohee didn’t exist or sure let them join the picture except they’re just random friends, but they’re not, and that’s why it sucks that she had to endure all of this losing a lover, losing a friend, and losing a soulmate (because fuck the way Jungkook loved her screams soulmate to me except he’s tied to another T_T)

❤️ : My favorite moment would be when jimin found the poems, man it went down like I’m falling from a cliff straight into the coldest sea on earth. U know when u ride a rollercoaster, on the falling part, u feel like ur heart is at ur throat? That how i feel as jimin reads the poem. Now imagine being jimin. Imagine being cheated on in the worst way anyone could possibly imagine. He was ready to propose to oc, jk is his bff, she fucked jk while he was away, on the couch next to their photo…

🍒 : RARA, I FELT THAT, I RECENTLY VISITED A FAMOUS THEME PARK AND FUCK THE ROLLERCOASTER RIDE THERE TOOK MY SOUL, ALL I SHOUTED OUT WAS LOOOOOORRRRRRDDDDD AND I DIED ~ anyway, that poem part fucked me up, I was literally bawling my eyes out, I have been cheated on but if I happened to discover the affair the way Jimin did I would die, when I discovered my boyfriend of almost 8 years cheated on me my heart froze, literally fucking freezing cold and not a single tear dropped that day, the following days were hellish, that’s when I wanted to cry and release all my pain but still no tears (I knew it was coming I guess) ~ this is why the length of a relationship doesn’t really matter because it’s never an assurance that your partner will be faithful to you, maybe things got boring okay I admit to that but what I can never understand is, why stay and cheat and hurt your partner if you’re no longer happy.

no one owns anybody nor is anyone entitled to own anybody or have them as a back-up in case your mission to cheat or flirt fails, that is just fucking sick.

❤️ : I love it that I major in literature study, bcs i can keep my mind sane instead of just blaming myself (oc), i see it from each characters’ pov and god, the author deserves a standing ovation. This is so many asks hehe, i feel like i still have a lot to say but I couldn’t think straight right now, too clouded by the angst smoke, hehe p:s i love u more!

🍒 : ohhh that’s an interesting fact, my major and my profession has nothing to do with literature or anything, in fact, people who studied my major probs hate English ghasdjfghjdsagfhjsadgfjksd, I’m just used to seeing both sides of the story and trying to understand why they are like that, did something happen to them to end up in the situation they’re in? what is missing in their lives? what are they craving for? what tipped off the balance? nobody wanted to be in the predicament they’re in, Sohee, Jimin, Jungkook, and OC were victims of time and circumstance, just because things didn’t turn out the way you want them to doesn’t mean life or fate or destiny is cruel, this is the nature and balance of this universe, if they give everything to us freely even if we tried taking it in the most inappropriate or evil way there would be nothing but chaos, I just hope that somewhere out there our girl OC is happy and having the time of her life, I’m no longer wishing for Jimin to come back, I just want all of them to heal and learn from their experience, it’s sad and painful but they were just never meant to be, Jimin nor Jungkook was never meant for OC, OC wherever you are my love, I hope you’ve healed and loved yourself well and put back the pieces of your broken self together, love will find you and it will be beautiful.

#answered #tete-a-tete #ft #qq #rara #joonkookiemonster #RoW suffering club #THIS IS AN EXCHANGE BETWEEN DEVASTATED READERS OF RoW #SPOILER POST PLEASE AVOID AT ALL COSTS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ RoW YET #UNLESS YOU WANT TO SUFFER? BE OUR GUEST ~#combined word count: 2579k~#this was super long i'm sorry rara ~ love you!

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archer3-13 · 5 years

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Thoughts on Other Students in 3H

in no particular order

Hubert: evil snake boi, i kinda like you. i just wish there was more actual meat to ya then what there is. still, he does his role effectively and unlike edelgard plays into the whole evil empire thing with more gusto so i ironically find him more palatable because atleast the game isnt trying to pretend he isnt shady as fuck.

Dedue: oddly charming despite his straight laced attitude, he gets some interesting nuance in how well he highly respects (cough loves cough) dimitri and likes individual people from the blue lions, he doesnt have any particular fondness for faerghus as a whole which is definitely understandable given his history. hes essentially using the camus/murdoch aspect of undying loyalty and even borrows elements of the female camuses line of romantic interest in their liege however heavily implied it might be and applying that to a male playable character. Plus he just has some fun and interesting interactions with other characters in general.

Lorenz: I have difficulty saying whether i like him. on the one hand, he ended up being more multidimensional then i thought he was going to be with his internal conflict between keeping up appearances for the sake social status and societal order and his desire to pursue his own personal interests and ideals against the needs of his father and thus societal conventions. on the other hand, the game never really runs with this as much as it should and hes still treated as a bit of a joke character so... c+ to b?

Ingrid: the token heterosexual of the blue lions whos still kinda gay anyways, her whole struggle with being a knight over a housewife seems a bit odd on the surface considering theres plenty of female knights and no one throws much of a fuss in universe, until you learn that it isnt so much that society expects her to do it as matter of course and more so that shes struggling with whether to pursue personal duty to her family or personal desires and ideals kinda like lorenz. in that respect she hits the mark a bit better then he does.

Raphael: kinda insubstantial but i liked him anyways, his sheer exuberance can be kinda refreshing in the games darker moments and hes got a few angles of his own such as his refusal to consider his parents deaths as part of a larger conspiracy so as to not hurt his friendship with ignatz nor ruin his own life and his sisters. plus hes just generally a nice guy. like a big huggable bear. just a shame that being a nice kinda dumb huggable bear is all thats really done with him.

Ignatz: his painting stuff and personal insecurities about wanting to do it over being a knight which his parents want him to do, more of that duty over desires and ideals thing again, is well enough and his probably misplaced guilt over raphaels misfortunes is definitely a highlight of him but he never really grabs as a character for some reason. probably because theres a lot of other characters in the game that hit those same marks and do it better then him.

Sylvain: has a lot of aspects that never really feel like they get proper follow up, his big thing is less womanizer and more so that he covers up his own mistrust and personal feeling by pretending to be a shameless flirt and philanderer. basically, maybe the emotional pain will go away if i flirt with girls and act the fool. but again there never really feels like theres any proper follow up for all this, others comment on it and then its more often then not dropped in story. hes fun enough but never really realized if that makes sense.

Caspar: shonen protagonist is kinda an apt word to describe him honestly, and that idealism of his clashes with the more grey on grey morality of the world hes within which is never a particularly bad direction to take the shonen bois in if done well like hunter x hunter. And he is done well, or at least satisfactorily to the point that hes another one i ended up liking more then i thought i would. his problem is more so that his interactions with most other characters in the main cast which feel duller then they should on most occasions.

Dorothea: probably gonna get a bit of shit for this, but i have no interest in her. her insecurities about her future and getting a good husband is well and interesting but manuela does that better honestly and outside of that dorotheas a bit... not shallow but hazy and insubstantial if you will. she obviously has appeal to people but like ignatz she failed to grab me in part because others did what she did and better within the game itself.

Ashe: soft boi chose to be soft instead of hard, one of the characters i found liking and one i expected to kinda like to begin with. in game he gets accused of being childish and naive a lot but i dont see it personally, hes not naive but more so tries to look for the best in people and in life like lonato did all those years ago for him. that said, the speed with which lonato dies damages his identity as a character a bit by happening before we really get a chance to feel for his relation to lonato, its not to big a bug bear as it doesnt hurt his character all that much but it does feel a bit frustrating.

Felix: teenage angst personified, his main gripes seem to be a distaste of warrior culture and its glorification of bloodshed and sacrifice but instead of approaching it with sadness or pacifism, he lashes out against what he feels is the unfairness of the world. hes not exactly wrong in his feelings and as a character it makes sense and works for his abrasive attitude, and its an interesting twist to the navarre type to have their isolation come not from stoicism nor sheer blood lust or a combo of the two but rather from a rage against the machine of society mindset.

Ferdinand: he got more interesting as i got farther along, and i personally feel he works the best as a character when going against edelgard since thats where more of his personal drama comes from. hes eager to succeed and prove himself worthy of his title over time and holds a chivalrous mindset very similar to others in the cast but his growth is less about learning how to hold onto those ideals in the face of reality for the sake of personal fulfillment but more so about learning to define himself by himself and not by societies needs. ultimately he comes to value chivalry not because its what people tell him to value but because he truly values it and i enjoy that. but its also why i feel he works better on other routes then edelgards since there hes still valuing himself not for himself but for the expectations society or edelgard in this case is placing him under, one tyrant for another in a sense. i admit i dont remember much about him on edelgards route though because i just like him more on the others.

Leonie: poorly timed support aside, she has an odd charm to her that a lot of modern fire emblem characters just dont have anymore. but knuckling past jeralt senpai shes an interesting blend of stingy and work effort that goes to inform itself and her relations to others. and like a lot of the golden deer she has a lackadaisical attitude of ‘i might not know what the fuck is happening, but i do know someone needs an ass whooping!’ and it works especially well in her case since her character is very attuned towards focusing more on her personal matters then the grand scheme of things because she has rent due in a few months. if she was in a more traditional fe set up she would definitely be a beowolf archtype that you need to pay to recruit. in fact im surprised thats not an option on other routes to begin with for her.

Hilda: honestly suprised me by not being a pure serra type. she has aspects of that on the surface with the selfish almost vain attitude towards life and others bur well serra is more about puffing herself up to hide insecurity and contribute towards a desperate desire for grand social status, Hilda downplays herself and her abilities due to living in her brothers shadow if unintentionally and seeing the stress it can bring. they’re both lazy and vain, on the surface anyways, always getting others to do their work for them but well serra seeks more social status to escape it hilda seeks less social status to escape it. plus it was kinda funny to see hilda act as claudes unofficial number 2 you could still recruit.

Lindhart: Sleepy boi needs a nap and thats kinda it really. exaggeration maybe but unlike a lot of characters in the game and the series as a whole he really doesnt have a reason to be there as a character. as a unit certainly but not a character, in terms of motivation anyways. He hates blood, fighting and violence, hed rather sleep or pursue personal interests then work or politics, hes insightful and intelligent but the important players in the plot have other advisers and hes not interested in stepping up in that regard anyways. his only real reason for being there is academic interest and even then a pin has to be put in that when war breaks out. hes not a bad character overall though, his sleepiness and insight make for an interesting double act along with his blunt mannerisms, i just have trouble pinning down motivations for him.

Mercedes: big team mom energy, which i suppose goes along with the whole being older then everyone thing. a bit dopey and airheaded at first glance shes one of the more receptive characters to how others are feeling and well she does try to nurture shes not above scolding if she feels it would help someone more then praise and reassurance. of course shes also very detached to events of the world mostly just there to help the people around her from the bottom rather then the top which is not an insult and more one of the things i find fascinating about her. it all makes for a very interesting character and one of my personal favorites of the cast.

Annette: overworker, issues with her dad, magic bubbly, and hits things with axes. a nice recipe of a character but it never feels as if the game can get it all to blend properly. more so to the point is that most of these elements work independently of each other and not to inform each other despite the games insistence. theres a lot of dramatic potential involving her father as well and though the game makes the best use of those aspects its not to the benefit of the rest of her character. it doesnt hurt her either though and she has some appealing dialogue with other characters.

Marianne: I had trouble getting to like her, perhaps more so then any other character among the other students. not because i hated her but because shes, well, very boring. alot of the characters in the game are into the self deprecation thing already and well her personality aspects of acting quite and submissive to fall into the background from a lack of self confidence it also feels like the game came up with two different explanations for it and couldnt settle on whether it was because of her adoptive fathers pressure or her families history and instead of weaving both together decided to use them interchangeably. Sometimes shes a wallflower because of her father and a lack of confidence to state her mind and self loathing over that lack of confidence, other times its because of her lineage and self loathing over her cursed history. never really at the same time.

Bernadetta: another odd favorite for me. recent support changes aside, the basic gist of her history remains the same in that her father was a tyrant in regards to her future which caused her to grow up with no confidence and a crippling fear of society, so shes already off to a good start as a character by basically doing mariannes schtik but better. well its hard for me to definitely say she ever grows past that as a character, thats fine in my opinion because her development is less stop being a recluse because society demands you dont and more so about making actual friends and learning that not all people are garbage fires just most of them. in most of her supports anyways. she just feels the most rewarding to interact with alright, and she was the one i always felt the most upset to mess up a speak thing with. Let us hug and stay inside watching cartoons together.

Petra: i went in wanting to like her and really liking her at first, but shes hit a middle of the road for me now. her speech gimmick wasn't particularly egregious and gets even less noticeable after the timeskip, but her actual character is a very straight forward ‘national pride demands independence’ package and doesnt really escape past that boundary all that much. its very understandable motivation, id even go so far as to say that shes the one with the best reasons to betray the empire of the black eagles characters, so like ferdinand i feel she works better outside of the black eagles in term of her own character identity and motivation/development as she finally stands up for her peoples right to exist on their own in an fe6 echidna kinda fashion. outside of that though shes... foreign to the other characters. thats kinda it.

Lysithia: as a unit she hits like a truck, as a character shes functional but hardly revolutionary for the series. i mean i did like her since i have a fondness for her archtype of weird magic prodigy poor social skills, but more so that she doesn't hit any particularly new notes in that regard. Shes a lot of lute, with some delthea childishness in her, some of sanakis sharper political wit and dark history, and a bit of miriels scientist on top. that said its all blended very nicely and she has some nice scenes for herself that got me to feel and care for her, some kinda adorable moments, and a history well woven into the games background and more so then most of the other deer and a lot of the other characters from across the houses in general. for a minor character anyways.

you may now all stone me to death.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe16

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seungmines · 5 years

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tutor au | dance instructor minho

lee minho was the fuckboy of your university

and everybody knew that!!!

except for you (u just thought he was hot <3___<3)

so when you decided you wanted to switch your major to dancing

your best friend woojin was like

“NO!! Y/N WHY WOULD YOU EVEN CONSIDER-?”

and u were like ?? i love to dance ?? let me dance william ??

since you were a first year, you had no idea about any of the students at ur uni or ANYTHING

so you’re all excited the day before your first class and even more excited that a student usually led the class

since teachers gave you big anxiety and it’d probably be easier talking to a Fellow Peer.

u were wrong.

the next day, u were getting ready for class and as usual, woojin stopped by ur dorm with coffee like the perfect angel he is but he was in a Very sour mood that morning

“wake up on the wrong side of the bed, princess?”

“SH- SHUT UP!!! i’m nervous for you today :(“

and ur heart is like :( aw william its ok :( but ur brain was like

“what’s the big idea with this class anyway? why are u so stressed out??”

“minho is the student teacher”

“ok”

“OK!!! SO BE CAREFUL”

and ur like: i’m More than capable of taking care of myself <3 minho ain’t shit

yeah No

when you walked into that class On That Fateful Day.

minho’s eyes were the first ones on you and Boy were you flustered when he smiled at you

and

OH GOD HE’S WALKING TOWARDS U

good luck homie ur gonna need it.

you were so zoned out that when he was like “hey!!!” you didn’t hear him

so like any normal human being, minho yelled a Nice Loud “YAH!” which caught the attention of the whole class including yourself

all the girls were like >:( no Lee Know look at ME!! >:( but he was like

“are you y/n switched majors, right? hope you can keep up.”

minho then moves in front of the class and starts the warm ups

and u were like ??? I DONT KNOW ANY OF THESE ???

so u start stretching the way you normally did at home before you’d dance

which earned you some dirty looks but you didn’t understand Why

to make a long and tiring story short, your first class kicked your ass.

so when you were headed towards the door, you were stopped by None Other Than Lee Minho

“saw you struggling today.”

“yeah, i didn’t know you’d be right in the middle of learning a dance.. i feel so dumb switching majors because criminology was so much easier and i-”

“why don’t you come to the studio tomorrow night? i can help you learn if you want.”

and he was so confident you were going to say yes

because he’s lee minho and nobody really rejects him

but you heard woojins Annoying Ass in the back of your head

so you kindly said no and instead asked for a video of the dance for reference so you could practice later

which he gave you but not without bothering you

“are you sure you don’t want my help tomorrow night?”

“it’s easier with help from a real person, you know.”

“what, you don’t like me?”

you had to admit that saying no to him was Really hard because he was so captivating but you also knew that woojin would have an actual heart attack over you spending time with lee minho at Night.

so when u got home to ur small dorm and made urself some nice cheap chicken flavored ramen, there was BANGING ON UR DOOR and ur like O____O WHO THE FUKC

but don’t worry it’s just woojin <3

but woojin brought his friend w him and was like “hey <3 we were in the neighborhood.”

and u were like Woojin U Live Two Doors Down From Me but his friend was lowkey cute so u just shut up rlly quick ok.

woojin was like >:D this is my friend, CHRIS.

chris was really sweet to u and stuff and woojin was like nudging him the whole time they were over which made u suspicious but you’d bring it up to him later

“so how was your first day of class?”

“GOD SO. i zoned out when i first walked in, you know like how i always zone out, and Lee Minho Walked Up To Me and yelled and got my attention and all the girls in that class were so judgy, woojin i wanted to DIE. and then!!!! after class fucking minho walks up to me and asks if i want to practice with him tomorrow night-”

and woojin cut u off right there and threw himself at ur feet

“PLEASE TELL ME U SAID NO”

“i did.. why?”

chris who was watching you vent about minho in amazement was like

“that’s how he gets you, most girls never actually Practice with him.”

and the dots connected in your head and you were like WOW ARE U KIDDING

you felt really gross after that

why were men so GROSS

“men disgust me… no offense.. or Full Offense if you pick up girls like that..”

chris was like “if it was ME-”

and woojin was like “ME AND CHRIS HAVE TO GO NOW BYE Y/N” and fucking left while chris was mid sentence

so you cleaned up your Tiny dorm and practiced stretching like how they did in the class that day and then watched the video minho gave you to reference which OF COURSE was a video of him dancing

and boy were you fascinated with how good he was

but you got a lot of the dance down that night.

after ur shower u got into ur bed and chris followed u on instagram and u were like

wait.

waaaaaaait.

so ur thumbs went to work texting woojin like “what the fuck”

“did u like chris :D”

“am i that single that u have to set me up with your friends?”

“no.. maybe… he LIKES u…”

“whatever.”

so then you text chris who opens your message immediately and is like

“there’s a party at my frat tomorrow night <3 wanna be my date”

and ur like Not really. but u reply with “sure!!” and ok

wow so u got a date

but u know whos a frat boy?

Lee Know.

but u didnt know that

the next day you didn’t have a lot of work to do so you just!! practiced some more and chilled out until you had to get ready for the ~party~ and it was your first!! university party!! so you went ALL OUT and you looked like a FREAKIN SNACK

and chris was late picking you up but you told him it was okay

and things were fine

but woojin wasn’t there and he was always there whenever you were drinking

like your own lookout and that made you a little hesitant to drink at first but chris Insisted and you gave in

turns out minho was watching the whole scene

yeah okay he had a girl on his arm

but thats another story

it turns out that chris wasn’t as sweet as you thought he was

this became news to minho when his date uttered something like “another day, another helpless girl- that poor thing.”

and minho was like HUH?!!?!?!

and she explained how chris would get girls drunk and take advantage of them

minho didn’t like that

one.

bit.

you were on the verge of being completely wasted when chris asked if he could take you home which you said yes to immediately because you didn’t want to embarrass yourself while being drunk

but as you were being led out of the frat house, minho was leaning against the frame of the entrance

!!!!! wtf RENO?!?!

chris was like -____- what do u want

nd minho was like ? duh im taking y/n home?

u nd chris were like: BITCH- NO.

you don’t remember exactly what happened but the boys exchanged words and before you knew it, you seen chris being tackled to the ground and minho was goin AT IT BRO

and you were like wtf!!!!!!!!!!!

seeing the fight made you sober up a bit and honestly to be honest, minho was losing

w his stupid ass

chris got tired of beating his ASS and stood up, nodded at you and made a gross remark about you before walking away

and minho tried to get up and fight him again but he was WHOOPED

so you let him take you home

and cleaned up his face and knuckles

and made up the couch for him because he was exhausted and you figured he deserved to rest here since he DID stand up for you and save you from god knows what chris was going to do

but he was still minho the fuckboy

and woojin, barging into your dorm at the crack ass of dawn, was VERY unhappy to see mr Lee Know.

“hey y/n i brought coffee- WHAT THE FUCK.”

“morning, princess.”

and u forgot minho was on ur couch until u looked at him sleeping peacefully- nd he looked like a FUCKING ANGEL!!!

you then explained the situation that happened last night and woojin was like “it really be ur own people.”

no but woojin was really upset bc he adored u and didn’t want anything bad to happen to u

and blamed himself for not going to the party w you

your lil moment was interrupted when minho Rose and his shirt? gone!

so there he STOOD in just his sweatpants and man did he look like a SNACK

“am i interrupting something?”

“NO!” u said

“YES!” woojin said

minho jus smirked at u and put his shirt on, meeting ur eyes as u stared

but CAN I BLAME U? NO, HES A SNAKC!!!

anyway minho thanked u for letting you crash there and said he would see u later for class

BECAUSE OYU HAD CLASS!!! WITH MINHO AGAIN TODAY

woojin was like “-____- maybe i should come to class w you”

and u were like “william baby girl,,.. No”

woojin still doesn’t know why you call him william

you drank coffee and spilled tea w your bff as usual

and then it was time to get ready for class

nd woojin chilled on ur bed while u went and showered

in the shower you couldn’t stop thinking ab minho!!!

his stupid pretty eyes nd his stupid pretty EVERYTHING!!

you zoned out and woojin had to yELL to bring u back to earth

anyway you got ready and put a lil bit of effort into ur look! bc u were gonna see minho.. its really gross of u but thats FINE

imagine being a het :/

so class was torture like not as bad as before but it was like minho made things way harder jus to piss you off

after class, he didn’t approach you and you wanted to thank him for the previous night.. you know, sober.

so you walked up to him and he looked a Lil flustered but quickly covered it up and let a look of amusement spread across his features

“miss me already?”

“i just wanted to thank you for last night.. i still don’t know how to like.. show my appreciation!!”

minho was looking at u and u looked like an angel to him and he HATED it.

he had a class full of girls who were basically in Love with him but he was drawn to you only and it made him MAD!!!

“it’s whatever~ don’t worry about it.”

and u were like bet! bye!

and turned around and started to walk away

“wait!”

you spun around and he was Right there

“let me buy you food at least… i seen the lack of it in your dorm.”

the lights in the dance studio were dim and the only light that was coming in through the windows was the dulled brightness of the sun setting

all of the lights and colors hit your face perfectly

what a perfect opportunity, you know?

minho leaned in and before you knew it, you were leaning in too.

it was like you were both sent into a frenzy when your lips met each other

but nothing went too far because when minho tried to reach up your shirt

woojin barged into the studio and was like >:(!!!!!

but the three of u laughed it off nd yea!

btw woojin is so gay, but every1 thinks ur the love of his life

and u ARE!!

platonically

but romantically? woojin has a bf

and now so do u!!

nd yea everyone was doubtful bc it was Minho.. the FUCKBOY OF UR UNI

but you made him big happy!!! and he helped you dance

and fed you whenever you were hungry

and rarely ever slept at the frat house since he was always in your bed

every single night

clinging to u

its so CUTE!!

im happy for u <3

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trixie1997-blog · 5 years

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27 yr old married elementary school teacher Mrs Burnsville, aka Sophie , drove down to her alma mater university one Saturday to visit her little brother Chris who is a freshman there now. After a half hour drive down the interstate, she found his dorm and knocked to see him and give him a gift for his birthday...

"Happy birthday Chris!" She yelled as the door opened and Chris her little brother was startled then they hugged ..

They chatted in his dorm for an hour then she got up to leave as she called her husband.

Chris asked as her sister walked out the door, "hey Sophie. Does dad still give you money on a weekly basis like he did in college?" . She laughed and said "no because I asked him to stop 2 years ago. I earn my own money teaching 4th grade brats and Luke (her hubby) makes over triple what I make In his career field, so there was no need for him to keep giving me 10 thousand a week. I could ask him to do it once again and he would tho" she smiled. Chris said "yup, hes your favorite out of all 7 of us".

Sophie giggled and said thats true. She had always been the most spoiled kid growing up compared to her 3 brothers and 3 sisters. Her dad was a super rich businessman and owned big stakes in 2 successful corporations along with other companies he owns fully. he is racist as it gets tho. And even sophie gets upset sometimes when he says bigoted things to this day.

Sophie then talked to her hubby as she walked to her car across the park in campus. She noticed some dudes checking her out as she wore her short shorts and knew her big thick bottom was sticking out and her thighs were jiggling too. She was thick but not out of shape, just what boys seemed to like about her she thought as she reminisced on her college days. All the dicks she had put in her those 4 years , Theres no counting how many dudes she fucked. They were all white boys as she always had been into white dudes only and was basically raised in an all white rich town. She was about to get in her Hummer and leave to go home , but she saw the new library just completed a year ago and decided to finally go in it. She walked around and admired it and noticed how it was almost twice the size of the old one PM campus . She then left out the back door of the library and saw a stage and heard music near the basketball arena on campus. She looked at her phone to see the date and remembered it was the annual FALL MUSIC FEST that happened on campus every October 15th . She used to love going to it as a student with her sorority sisters and her roommates. She decided to jog over and check it out after all these years.

She watched the concert and crowd of students and talked with an old professor of hers for a few minutes , then excused herself to get some water. As she walked to the water vendor on the other side of the field, she took a shortcut thru the crowd of students but eventually got stuck between them.

Dancing and shouting and singing all around her. She smiled remembering how she used to do this. She slowly made her way to the vendor as she got out of the crowd finally and bought her a bottle of water. Then as she turned around, she bumped into a tall muscular darkskin dude. His name was MarQuez and he was a star football player and 20 yrs old. He began flirting with her while his black buddies behind him laughed. After a few minutes of talking with MarQuez, she finally decided to leave because her hubby and her 4 month old baby boy Trevor was waiting for her to get home and relax with them. But as she began to walk off MarQuez grabbed her and his strength shocked her and turned her on.

She giggled and asked what he was doing. He kept advancing on her and got in her face and looked down at her green eyes and dark brown hair as he put his large black hands on her waist and squeezed. He asked how old she was and she shook and blushed and got kinda wet and said "27 yrs old, what about you haha"

He told her he was 20 and a football player and student here and she told him she was an alumni and used to be apart of the big sorority on campus when she attended here years ago. He kept groping and squeezing and felt her thighs. He flirted more and asked if her husband would care if he borrowed her for the afternoon as he saw her wedding ring. She shook and wet her panties again and blushed and said "well I'm not cheating on my husband. Never have been a cheater. I've been around the block with dudes in my younger days, but never did cheat on any of the men i dated. And wont now." She was turned on secretly and tried to hide it but Marquez saw thru it and knew she wanted to hook up. He knew he got this hot white milf reeled in.

He whispered in her ear something dirty and insulting to her husband. She gasped and tried not to smile but she naturally slowly did then playfully slapped his strong chest. She said "does your mother know you talk to women in such a way, Marquez" and smiled. He then said "if my mom knew a white woman your age was wanting to fuck her black son, she would wanna whoop your ass, white girl. But I wouldn't let her. I love my momma , but I am down for white pussy. Never been with a white woman your age." He smiled.and grabbed her throat. She panted and blushed and said "you been with any white girl before, negro?" And winked.and grinned. He laughed and said "I knew you were a freak deep down inside. And yeah a few times. This year. Many times over the past few years. Since I turned 16 I been knee deep in white hoe pussy. But I want some white older woman pussy like you. Let's go to my apartment. My roommates are gonna be here for the rest of the event, so we got it to ourselves. She blushed and nodded and followed him.

She texted her hubby "Hey babe, I'm going to visit an old roommate while I'm at the university. She lives a few blocks away from the campus. Be hole a little later. Love you." It was a lie she felt guilty typing and sending, but she was turned on by the taboo nature of fucking a black college dude. Her racist dad and his ways , her racist brothers too, her racist family entirely. Cheating with a black college dude, especially one like Marquez who's very very tall and has huge muscles and has charisma and swag and is dark skinned and dominant.. its worth it even if it is wrong to cheat. She never had cheated till now. She never wanted a big black cock inside her body until now. She was about to get it.

Marquez and her got to his apartment and she smelt some weed as soon as the door closed behind the two. He asked if she wanted to roll a blunt before fuckin and she said no thanks but would love some wine . Marquez said he only has beer. She declined and said "no reason to get me loosened up, Marquez. Dont need any booze or weed. I just gave birth to a wonderful baby boy a few months ago, me and my husband's creation. If I could get thru child birth, I can handle what ever your packing under those boxers. She pulled back on his Jean's and giggled then looked up at him. He smiled and they began to kiss.. they made out and rolled around for several minutes. Marquez turned on the TV and put it on some romance music TV station and she giggled and said "you really want to get me going huh". Marquez said "I dont love you, I barely know you. But I know if I wanna get you to fuck like a freak, I need you to forget about your husband and son and just vibe with me, hoe. This sex r and b music will help I'm sure haha." She said "I'm sophie by the way. Mrs Burnsville to my 4th graders I teach." He laughed and said "well dont teach them about anything you gonna learn from sex with a black dude like me. A brother like.me is hung and you gonna feel that soon. All the white girls should fuck black dudes, we got bigger dicks than other men. Especially me hahaha". She giggled and dug her fingernails in his strong back and said "I wont tell any one anoth this. Especially 4th graders for gods sake. Hahah, now fucking give me your black penis, fuckin nigger"

She said the n word with such a playful yet snobby arrogance and smile and it made him wanna destroy her white body. He yhen said "I fuckin will " and smiled then choked her and kissed her more.

They finally stripped down and got to his bedroom

She juggled his big black balls in her mouth when she jerked him off and massaged his big dark black ballsack with her hands while she sucked his bbc. After being on her knees choking on nigga dick for over 40 minutes , they got on his bed. and she laid between his big thighs and kept sucking. She jerked his bbc and licked under his ballsack from the back ( nearly licking his ass crack, back to the front of his balls) as she jerked him off while staring with her green eyes up at him groaning . She looked deep in his dark brown eyes and juggled those black balls in her mouth with her tongue as she jerked his cock. She then asked "So you gonna unload that fuckin cum out of those balls for me, black boy?" And he said "Oh fuck" as he squinted while she sucked his sack super hard , his testicles feeling inside of her wet warm mouth. His big large black feet curled in pleasure and his muscular body tensed up and flexed as she sucked his balls hard and looked up at him while jerking his bbc. He then said he would dump his cum inside her if she wants

She giggled and blushed and got all wet thinking about that. She loved the nasty sweaty scent around his balls and thighs and asscrack. It was kinda sweaty down here and she even felt a few hairs on his big dark ballsack in her mouth as she sucked. She loved worshipping this nigger boy.

She finished up giving head and eventually they got to fucking. He was the biggest she had ever had by far. she whined and screamed.for hours and came many times. It was painful and pleasuring. He was so huge all around and her body was truly.aching feeling such a giant cock deep in her. Child birth pained her alot but this giant nigger penis absolutely.hurt her mightily too. His bbc was giant. And after hours of riding it, it was still painful but super pleasuring too. He was more than three times the size of her hubby , and very well more than 4 times the size. The bbc was the biggest cock she ever had in her life.

As she was near orgasming for the final time she clenched and held onto the 20 Yr old black bull and gave him a hickey on his throat. His darkskin was so black she wondered if her hickey would show on his neck But she knew she wanted to try.and she sucked hard on his strong neck. One of her hands grabbed his muscular neck, feeling his large traps flex as well, while her other hand kept clawed into his muscular back.

She then whined out as he pounded faster than he had the entire night , "OHHH YASSS FUCK ME MARQUEZ YESSSSS, NIGGER BOY YASSSS

my racist fucking father would be sickened, if he knew of this. Fuck me nigger yasssss"

Her pedicured toes curled and then flexed out as her white thighs jiggled and clapped against his strong dark body. He pulled out and grunted "oh fuck yeah bitch" and she whined "fuck oh jesus christ God almighty fuck yessss" as they both came out on each other. They laid in each others sweat and cum

She let him hold her .

He was so strong and tall and stout and a brute.

They then took a bath together after she begged him too. She kissed on him and he kissed on her . She even jerked his bbc some with her feet and said "My hubby never has even gotten this , haha" . Marquez groaned jn the tub and said "my boys, my teammates. DaQuon Jamal Lashawn Daveon , they would run a train on you like crazy woman. You would def be having a black baby for sure if you hooked with them." He laughed and sipped some beer. She said "fuck if I have a black baby, its gonna be yours." He smiled and said "maybe we can arrange it."

She put her tiny little feet under his big black butt as they sat in the shower. She wiggled her tiny toes under his ass and he asked "why you nearly lick my ass and now your feet under my ass" he laughed. She said "I didnt try to lick your ass, I wanted to lick your balls all over, stud." He said "good cuz ain't no one touching my asshole. I'll eat your ass out, but dont ever get close with that tongue again to my ass. " she said "but you enjoyed having your balls cleaned by my little mouth didnt you?" He smiled and said yeah he did but he still says she was too close to licking his ass crack. He then says "you gotta go home and kiss your husband, after you nearly licked my ass, you a sexy freak " hahah.

She then said "well come give this freak some love once more time while the bathwater is warm still. I wanna feel your sexy big strong body on top of me again before I go home to my baby boy Trevor and hubby." He then nodded and began to kiss her and got atop her and she hugged on him, as he held her neck above the water to his chest while kissing on her. She blushed and felt like she was on cloud nine. Her little face on his chest as he kissed her face and neck.

After she dried off and got dressed , he escorted her out the apartment and he said "tell your son trevor that maybe he will have a black brother or sister soon. Depending on you and whenever you wanna come back and get it again. " she grinned and giggled and blushed and said "you should come to my home. Me and my husband own a big 4 story house. Not as big as the mansion I grew up in, but really nice and has a pool outback also. You grew up in the hood, I grew up rich and spoiled rotten. You deserve to yet a taste of living in a mansion sometime. Live with me a few days. Next time my husband is outta town, I'll call you." They agreed on that plan.

Months later, she screamed under Marquez as he fuckdd the shit put of her in the Sam's bed her.and her husband slept every night together. her husband was on a business trip, for a few days. So now Marquez was taking his place for a few days. And as she screamed at the top of her lungs, he shot his semen in her. She was going to give her baby trevor a black sibling

Her hubby was cucked and diddnt know it at all.

She looked in marquez's eyes as she felt his cum in her and smiled and said "guess this baby ain't gonna have white skin or blonde hair or green or blue eyes. this one will look like you. Marquez. My husband is definitely gonna be heartbroken and angry once he sees a black baby come out between mylegs, haha. I guess I should already prepare for the Divorce"

Marquez smiled and said her husband is gonna be pissed off and wanna fight I'm sure. He said "But I bet when he sees me, he wont wanna fight. You and him are both rich as shit. So make him pay child support"

She skilled and said "I wont need child support help from him. My family has millions as you know. But I'm sure i'll try and make him pay it for our black baby anyways. Cant believe I'm cucking my husband."

They hugged on each other and fell asleep.

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tskumoyuuma · 5 years

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ok .... so .. I watched endgame ... and I honestly dont kno how to feel. dont get me wrong, it was a good movie but there was so much stuff that's honestly giving me a headache rn. I'm gonna try to say my thoughts below but its prob gonna be disjointed so be warned n yea massive spoilers below obviously

ok stuff I liked included the massive battle scene at the end I cheered the shit out of that it was the best part of the movie hands down. jokes wer fairly well except for one major thing I'll get into. i also Loved sam getting the shield i screamed when that happened. i also think they did tony good like his death felt natural to me n fit w his character n at least he got to be really happy for five years n got to reunite w peter before he went n like hey he saved the universe too which i was scared was gonna go to steve which i would Not have liked. n yea that's.. p much it for stuff I really liked. most other scenes I was like meh or ?????

ok now shit I have Major issues w ......

1) ok let me get this out of the way now .... time travel always fucks w things. u can never use time travel unless u specifically planned for it since the beginning n even then u gotta be Very careful cause timeline shit is fragile. the whole "we gotta put the time stones back so the timelines dont get fucked EVEN THO BOTH GAMORA AND THANOS R NO LONGER IN THE PAST ANYMORE ??????" I'm sorry but I cant just let that go that's too much to ignore n the fact that steve went back n is still in that exact timeline means that the gamora thanos missing thing applies to that timeline too which would make no sense for infinity war n guardians of the galaxy. its is The biggest peeve I have n I really cant look past that. anyway moving on

2) speaking of the jokes, I Hated what they did to thor. his entire thing was a fat joke. they made him depressed n fat n purposefully ugly w that body prosthetic n played it for a joke. even his supposedly emotional scenes wer drowned out by jokes, n I hated it n was uncomfortable n i am so sad about what theyv done to him especially after ragnarok also fuck u even more u get TWO hammers whatevr

3) speaking of hammers WHY was steve able to pick up thors hammer now ??? like i get it looked cool but what exactly changed from age of ultron to now that had steve become worthy of picking up the hammer cause in my opinion he did nothing to warrant this (uh oh my anti steve side is showing)

4) i really think they shouldve either killed steve or didnt have him show up after going back w the stones cause one it would fix the time thing since hes the one thing thats proving that the whole film is one timeline n two it just i think would feel a lot better. like bucky obviously knew what steve was gonna do he wasnt surprised at all so when steve goes in n doesnt come back out have bucky hand sam the shield n a letter explaining why he didnt come back n that hes entrusting the cap name to same now. i kno it wouldnt have the same idk emotional satisfaction or whatever of having steve himself hand the shield over but i mean i didnt feel that i only felt joy for sam getting this title so i wouldv preferred it the other way just my thoughts on that

5) the whole natasha n clint fighting to see who jumps off the cliff for the soul stone scene was honestly ... really funny to me. like they were throwing things n physically fighting to get the chance to kill themselves n i was holding back laughter i really thought they were both gonna go over n whoops guess wer not getting the soul stone cause no ones left to grab it enfskkds plus i felt nothing when natasha died like it obviously shouldv been her cause she has no one (yea yea except the avengers or whatever blah blah) while clint has an entire family to save so yea not surprised there. (also small thing cause its mostly just me but did really no one kno the requirements for the soul stone ? like u kno gamora died there n thanos got the stone n u couldnt piece the pieces together enough to plan for this ?? whatever like i said its a small thing mostly me moving on)

6) i also think they should have killed more people than they did like going from infinity war to these two deaths felt strange especially w the big ass battle AND the building getting exploded like im sorry but the fact that NO ONE died from those missiles is just sonfjknsdjknfskjd nah

7) ALSO back to the stones thing HOW would steve put the soul stone back. HOW. n like he would have to go back to where they got it which is where red skull is. RED. SKULL. UR TELLING ME WE COULD HAVE SEEN THIS INTERACTION IT WOULD HAVE BEEN GOLD. its like they even though this whole bring the stones back plan was bullshit n couldnt find a way to actually do it so they didnt show it at all n was like “nah nah its fine its fine shh look steves old now” (but i guess it wouldnt even matter anyway cause after 2014 thanos is just gone from the timeline forever i guess)

8) also merged bruce hulk is real weird to me n i dont like it that much. his overall character was fine but the whole combined hulk n bruce thing was too much of a jump for me n one of the main pulls of bruces character is his dynamic w hulk so getting rid of that completely to just have ... one big strong smart green guy just made me lose interest in him real quick. plus he looks like shrek n i hate it.

EDIT: 9) I ALMOST FORGOT n this also might be answered in far from home but the people who were dusted missed the whole five years right ?? wer still five years in the future from infinity war right ???? so how the fuck is far from home gonna go. r they just gonna be like uhhh no yea all the major student characters from homecoming wer dusted n thats why theyr all still in high school in this movie too n even if they do that what about all their classmates n shit who werent dusted ?? n the fact that prob the majority of the grade r people who were really five years younger than them but r now kinda the same age is fucking wild n i Need them to address this. honestly dont like that the time leap was so big i get they needed that time but also i think a year wouldv had the same affect while keeping the missed time of the dusted people at a low, two years tops would have been good for me but not five whole years. of course if they handle this well in future marvel movies then ill be fine but rn im skeptical

listen ... i think as a plain just watching for entertainment movie, endgame is good. i enjoyed it as i was watching, but as soon as u even start thinking about the shit that happens in here it all just falls apart honestly. maybe im just running off my anger for the timeline shit n later i might come to appreciate the stuff i actually liked more, but these r my thoughts as of about four hours after watching it.

#marvel #endgame #endgame spoilers #n thats my thoughts on all that #prob have more complaints cause i like to complain n nitpick #but these r my main things rn #feel free to like discuss but i Really wont be changing my mind about the time shit #like rn i feel the whole steve ending might ruin the whole film for me #which sucks but thats just how i feel rn #long post

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sailor-cresselia · 5 years

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Zi-O Ep 36: Let’s mix it up a little!

So, I did things a little differently this week. Me and @miyukomatsuda were watching Marcosatsu’s History of Kabuto vid, and she suggested we watch Zi-O 36 together., too, since watching this alone my first time through would have been AWFUL. So, my notes might be a little. Weird this time around. I’m going to try to transcribe my chat with her in here.

*Fair warning, it gets a little... swear-y in here this time. Also, sorry for the length. Chats do that, and this is condensed down.*

(M is Miyuko, S is me.)

M: wanna try suffering through zi o

S: sure, just give me a couple minutes to get something

M: (thumbsup emoji)

S: how do we want to do this?

M: this should work. and if in doubt we both have the ep downloaded

- (insert cut here) -

M: Ginga. What is you

S: SPACE MAN

M: -suddenly here

S: WAIT NO THATS GEN

S: ahahaha “his power is worlds beyond us”

M: 13 THIS IS ON YOU

S: DECADE THIS IS ON YOU

M: Woz: “fuck if I know guys”

M: 13 AND DECADE THIS ON YOU

[there’s a whole group chat thing about a Doctor Who / Kamen Rider crossover universe, so the whole ‘Ginga’s from some other far off region of space-time’ thing brought it back up]

S: Swartz: FUCKING SWEET - whoops no Swartz is pissed never mind

M: *sweet new toy*

M: Woz: >:(

S: “world is /mine/ to destroy”

M: hahahaha

M: Woz: >:|

M: (dancing emoji, because we hit the OP)

M: I still think the statues are gonna unstatue in show

S: over quartzer is a JAM (don’t mind me, singing along)

M: that’s a MATH BREAKS THE WALLS level weird

M: (same hat) Rider music is top tier.

[title card, “2019: First Love, Finaly!”]

S: first kokoros

M: okay yuko.

M: LAYING IT ON A WEEE BIT THICK THERE MY DUDE

[swartz was sucking up to Yuko for her assistance w/ Ginga]

S: hora’s so tired of this

M: if he is a servant to oma zi o-explains a lot

M: TIME FOR BOWING

M: ofc woz is second

S: ahaha he just yoinks hora and heure

S: everyone drags geiz

M: YANK HIM DOWN

M: FORCES HIS KIDS DOWN

M: AND THEY JUST SLAM GEIZ DOWN

S: hve to shove him and hora download

M: JUST FUCKING LEAVES

S: woz and swartz are first to drop to their knees

S: WOW SCREW THIS LADY

M: of course woz does this

M: AND NOW FOR: INOUE IS SEXIST

M: heure laughing at swartz tho

S: HEURE GET OUT OF THERE

M: RUN KID

S: YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER

M: Woz: MajoOu

S: WOZ NO

M: me: :) (I KNEW IT!)

S: horny on main for evil

S: sougo’s kingdom to know why he betrayed the rebellion

M: SOUGO: GET YOUR HEART OUT OF YOUR PANTS YOU DUMB KITTY

S: SOUGO NO

S: YOU KNOW LIKE NYA

M: AND THEN SHE LIES TO HIM. LIAR

S: BLATANTLY NOT HER

M: Sougo you DUMB KITTY -SOUGO I AM FUCKING KINK SHAMING YOU

S: sougo ffs

M: INOUEEEEEE

M: Geiz is gonna kill him for real

S: uncle’s so confused

M: poor uncle

[miyuko had to go get food at this point]

M: IWAE I RETURN

S: IAWAE

M: Also Uncle: IT’S A MIRACLE

S: “screw this ginga guy, I don’t give a f. i’mma queen now”

S: the fact swartz actually thought this would work when she already hated him

M: that’s hilarious

M: Woz in the straightest he’s acted all season

S: sougo is a stupid stupid cat. surprised he’s never gotten his head stuck in a box

M: incredibly dumb kitty

M: SOUGO PUT DOWN THAT MILK. IT’S STUPID JUICE

S: ...i wonder if someone’s drawn that now actually after this arc

M: i’ve seen sougo with kitty ears-

M: UNCLE

S: NYA

M: GEIZ TRIES TO FLEE THIS BAD EP

M: Sougo you DUMB Kitty

S: sougo why do you know she had a bf in ‘08? you met her a long time before that.

[I was wrong, he met her in ‘08, she did the violence in ‘15]

M: Those poor extras on the stairs

S: GINGA RETURNS. KILLIN ERRYONE

M: TO TORMENT A STRIP MALL

S: ahahahah that’s hilarious

[I was talking about the fact that it’s just a freaking strip mall, not the fact that Ginga was destroying EVERYTHING]

M: also: something I noticed

S: that’s a fucking showa era attack name if I every heard one [Dynamite Sunshine]

M: thanks to a youtube comp of woz’s speech... Woz does the energy blast that our main three time jackers do

S: fourze and faiz pt 1

M: yeah!

S: one does not interupt his overlord’s transformation

M: I think woz is a time jacker.

S: also he kicked geiz’s ass in wizard pt 1

M: And of course bastard man is fine while his cohorts get blown back

S: b/c he’s too OP

M: SOUGO NO. SOUGO YOU DUMB KITTY

S: also evidence for woz being a time jacker: Hat!Woz called Swartz ‘Sir Swartz’

S: FFS SOUGO [when he took the hit for Yuko]

M: (yeah!)

M: also. JIRO

M: JIRO WHY

S: Woof. awoo

M: [don’t awoo, $350 penalty sign]

S: :sad wolf:

M: HE’S SOLAR POWERED [re: Ginga]

M: oh hey otoya violin

S: EVIL KIKAI

M: SOUGO GET YOUR HEART AND YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR PANTS

S: Sougo you stupid, stupid cat, she’s just got a ruler complex

M: YOU DUMB KITTY WHO I AM KINK SHAMING

[re: sougo calling her Miss Sailor, because that’s what he’s always called his crush]

S: it’s just your nickname for her anyway, she wouldn’t have known it even if it IS her

S: She’d be in charge sougo. you’d be the consort

M: HIS FACE

S: “WHOOPS”

M: Canon sougo: “OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT CHILDREN”

S: “FORGOT ABOUT THE HEIR PART”

[lost some more of the chat. Couldn’t quite screencap it because Rabbit disagreed with keeping the chat where I scrolled to]

S: GOODBYE

M: YEET. TIME FOR A FIGHT

S: AWOOOO

S: so like where did she GET these three? And why does this only this one seem to be aware

M: I think it’s SUPPOESD to be the real vers and they just serve Kiva

S: It’s *probably* him.

S: True, Kiva’s a title, isn’t it? Like hibiki.

S: also PRIME time to pause that wow [Jiro saying “Men become more refined through pain.”]

M: OF COURSE. INOUEEEEE

M: BYE JIRO YOU WERE POINTLESS

S: INOUE NO

S: FAREWELL PUPPER

M: oh hey the bf

M: “scary”

S: understatement of the era

M: OF COURSE

M: Geiz now has to see a murder

M: MANHOLE. Which note she can barely lift. JFC

S: YUKO NO

S: SHE TRAINED LATER

M: WAHT THE FUCK LADY

S: AND LEARNS TO KICK THEM UP. IN HEELS

M: Poor Tetsuya

S: SHE DID A MURDER

M: WHY WOULD YOU HANG OUT TOGETHER JFC

S: you idiots you made it easier for her

M: YEET. RIP ALL THREE OF THESE DUDES.

S: yooooo.

M: SORRY YOU WON’T GET PAID FOR WATCH REPAIR JUNICHIRO

M: SOUGO YOU ABSOLUTE DUMB KITTY

S: I like how the Another Kiva transformation includes the bats instead of just the usual Another Rider special effects

[on to the last fight against Ginga]

M: Ey! TOKI NO OUJA

S: YES [it’s actually the instrumental used as a fight music, but it’s still always nice to hear. I like noting the piano versions more, though. The ones that are used for atmosphere]

M: YEET! THIS MAKES EVEN LESS SENSE THAN NORMAL

S: WHEN IN DOUBT, THROW THE SWORD. THROWING YOUR SWORD ALWAYS WORKS.

M: SURE WHY NOT

[seriously, Sougo, Geiz, and Woz all threw their weapons at Ginga, then rider kicked said weapons into his chest as the finisher. wtf]

S: beams the hell out of there

[Woz nabs the Ginga watch with his scarf]

M: YOINK

M: “I CAN’T TRINITY ANYMORE”

S: Swartz: YOINK GOT YOUR- HOLD UP

S: Woz: “I CAN’T KEEP DOING THAT”

M: the real reason Woz did this is clearly: “FUCK YOU I AM NOT BODYSHARING AGAIN”

S: “Waga Maou I adore you but. No. I can’t do this again.

M: also lbr SWARTZ WOULD BE TERRIFYING WITH GINGA’S POWER

M: JFC LADY, HE **DUMPED** YOU

S: Swartz is terrifying with his OWN power

M: SOUGO PLS STOP WITH THE STUPID JUICE

S: SOUGO

M: SOUGO AND JON BOTH DRANK STUPID JUICE THIS WEEK

S: at least he’s *kind of* willing to fight her.

M: AT LEAST JON MANNED UP AND KILLED DANY

S: okay only kind of

M: Woz: “FUCK THIS, MY TURN”

S: he pulled out the watch at least

S: UCHUU KITAA

M: :D HE ABRIDGED

S: WOZ

M: I hope he makes the full speech next time :D

S: GOTTA CUT IT SHORT

M: (I love woz’s speeches)

S: waga maou is being a moron

M: OKAY

S: don’t have time for this

M: Woz: **FUCK THIS I ROLL TO USE GINGA**

M: everyone: **THANK YOU**

[for ref, Miyuko has an AU where the Heisei Rider seasons are D&D campaigns]

M: -SO MANY QUESTIONS

S: and they just turn back into their weapon forms

M: yeah

S: not even disappear, just the weapons again

M: they uh kind of got sealed in their-

M: STOP

M: INOUE

S: INOUE, Another Riders don’t DIE

M: **THANK FUCK** BUT ALSO INOUE

S: OH WAIT IT’S HORA

S: BANG

M: GOOD RIDDENCE

S: I MEAN SHE HAD IT COMING BUT

M: :(

M: INOUEEEEEE

M: first heartbreak, WOZ PLS

M: toki no ouja

S: HEY WE NEVER HAD THE RECAP EARLIER

M: INOUEEEE

M: SHE RUINED PIE FOR HIM

S: om nom pie

M: WOZ JUST INHALING PIE

S: YOINKING YOUR PIE (respect the pie)

M: GEIZ NEARLY CHOKING THIS TIME (Woz choked on pie TWICE last time)

M: SOUGO’S REAL FIRST LOVE AS PLAYED BY YURI FROM KIVA

M: -oh my fucking god he’s a cat jfc

S: sougo. no. sweetie.

M: Tsukuyomi are you the only women who didn’t know this would work

M: NEXT TIME

M: OKAY

S: Decade: STOP THAT

S: Decade: I am the multiverses janitor

M: well if tendou can’t come back might as well get his successor to arrogance

S: ahahahah

M: DO YOU SEE WY I WARNED YOU ABOUT THE CRINGE JFC

S: YEAH

M: INOUE WHAT THE FUCK

S: WOW. NOT GREAT

M: THAT IS NOT AN EP TO WATCH ALONE

S: MY NOTES WOULD HAVE JUST BEEN “uuuggghghh”

M: that was me watching

M: I GIFFED parts because of how bad it was and I need people to KNOW in chat

S: this was. Bad. So bad. neither villain did well

M: nope

S: just yeet ginga back off into space

M: rider wikia says we learn ginga lore next time too so HERE’S FUCKING HOPING

S: Thats something

M: and yuko just got TRASHED

S: RIGHT BECAUSE METEORITE AND SPACE

M: SHE DIDN’T NEED TO BE INSANE INOUE

S: AND HE’S FROM SPACE

M: Ginga also means Galaxy

S: ye, I know

M: ye. Themeing. -also

S: SPACE MAN

M: has sougo not used fourze armor before now because I thought he did

M: WHY IS SOUGO UCHU KITA-ING

S: he’s used it in it’s debut

M: **SOUGO WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO GENTARO**

S: and then in the mass fight against the Another Riders in the Another ZiO arc. but that’s it

M: yeah! Ty

M: SOUGO WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO GENTARO NOW WHY IS THAT IN THE PREVIEW-

M: oh my god

S: much like gatakiriba, it would probably murder the CG budget

M: he’s going to fucking space.

M: THEY’RE GOING TO FUCKING SPCAE ARNE’T THEY

S: the zi-o Fourze finisher is him just. Armoring up and BEING the rocket. It was ridiculous.

M: YEP. I love it!

S: goes all Snipe Level One on the monster, spinning like a bullet

M: YUP. Remember him fucking up build’s catch phrase AND math

S: even Ryuuga knew he was getting it wrong. that takes “skill”

M: WHEN EVEN THE BF KNOWS

S: we should have seen babby reality warper coming when he used Ex-Aid and took the speciall effects and threw them at the Another Rider

M: yep

S: ~casual reminder that zi o can be read as ‘character king’~

M: (eyes emoji)

S: ~as in written character~

So, over all… NOT A GOOD EPISODE. I basically went from assorted variants of “Eh” to “ugh why this” throughout. This was definitely a low point on the ‘tribute episodes’ scale, and that’s taking the character assassination from the Build arc into account.

#kamen rider zi o #sailorcressy says #sorry for the length

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