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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Snow Day - Dad!Schlatt and Reader

Pairings: none

Characters included: Schlatt, Tubbo, Quackity

Warnings: cursing

Series: It’s a small fun drabble

Summary: It snowed in Manberg! How can you not be excited for it! Tubbo and Y/N certainly are, dragging their father Schlatt out so they can play in the snow.

Word count: 2220

Author’s Note: Okay, obviously lorewise this doesn’t make much sense but I just wanted to have a nice little drabble about Dad!Schlatt playing with Y/N and Tubbo in the snow since I love snowy days. Also I’m kinda just writing drabbles right now to get through my writers block so if you have any ideas shoot em my way though I am a slow writer, sorry

„Dad! Dad! Wake up!“ Y/N came running into Schlatt’s bedroom, jumping straight onto his bed, landing on his legs.

Schlatt threw his eyes open and let out a pained cry. His child was young and not that heavy but it still felt like they just snapped his legs in two.

“God damn it, Y/N! What in the world are you doing? How early is it anyway?” he sighed as he pushed them off to the side so they wouldn’t destroy his bones anymore, wondering why they were awake so early. Taking a short look at his alarm clock he could see he still would’ve had about an hour of sleep before having to get up for work.

Their eyes were wide with excitement as they grabbed his blanket and begun pulling on it “Dad! It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” Jumping up and down in excitement on the side of his bed.

Now it made sense why Y/N woke him up.

A smirk appeared on his face. He closed his eyes again, pulled his blanket up and turned away from Y/N. Acting as if he fell asleep again.

“No!” Y/N cried out in horror. Throwing themself against Schlatt and grabbing onto his horns. Softly pulling on them. Not hard enough to hurt but just enough to annoy him.

He finally decided to sit up “Okay! You won! Let me get dressed and then we’ll see about going outside, okay? Also wake your brother up if he is still asleep. He’ll want to go out as well.”

Their frown immediately turned into a huge brimming smile “Yes!” He let out a deep breath, already knowing that this day would be a straining one. Actually he had some stuff to work on back in the White House but alas the first snow fell and these plans got obviously pushed back.

Maybe he needed that small break anyhow.

As he got up and got dressed in comfortable and warm clothing, opting out of his usual suit due to the snow, he heard some rumbling and laughing from outside his room. The two kids were excitedly yelling about the snow, making snowmen and igloos.

Once he got properly dressed he took a look outside his window only to see Manberg covered in a thick layer of snow. It looked peaceful and beautiful but dread was still building up in him. If the snow was that thick he will have to shovel some of the snow in front of his house away. To that he would have to make his way to the office through all of that.

It was very tempting to grab his communicator and shoot Quackity a message that today the two could take the day off, though as president of a small nation this isn’t a thing you could just nonchalantly do. So instead he grabbed his communicator and wrote Quackity a different message “Will come in a few hours later than usual today. You can take your time as well.”

He didn’t immediately receive an answer. Quackity was probably still asleep, which made sense. He didn’t have a child at home that woke up early and noticed the snow before anyone else in the house after all.

Schlatt opened up the door to his room only to see Tubbo skipping down the stairs, already dressed and full with energy. Of course he was happy to see both of his kids being excited but he was still lagging behind concerning his own energy.

“Hey, kiddos.” He yawned, stepping down the stairs himself, already seeing the two trying to wrangle themselves into their boots. “Before we go out let’s eat some breakfast first.”

“But dad!” Tubbo whined, still trying to push his foot into the shoe.

Schlatt shook his head “No buts. First breakfast and then we can go out and play.”

Both Tubbo and Y/N looked absolutely betrayed he would force them to eat first before being able to go out but they also knew there was no sense arguing with him about it, so they just begrudgingly let go of their boots and followed their father into the kitchen where he begun making some basic breakfast for the three of them.

Schlatt was taking his time drinking his coffee and eating his food, slowly waking up properly while Y/N and Tubbo couldn’t sit still on their chairs. Wharfing down their food and drink as fast as they could only to be annoyed at Schlatt’s slow eating. He would lie if he didn’t think it was a tiny bit amusing watching them as they struggled to patiently wait for him. Honestly it looked like they were sitting on hot coals.

“Come on! Eat faster!” Y/N drawled out angrily. Tubbo let out a frustrated sigh showing that he was just as annoyed as his little sibling.

Oh how easy Schlatt could prolong this by pouring himself another cup of coffee. He almost went for it but he didn’t want to torture his kids too much.

Rolling his eyes he gave them a small nod “Alright, alright. You guys get dressed up and I’ll follow you guys in a sec.”

Both let out relieved sighs and exclamations almost literally jumping off their chairs and running out to get their things.

That’s when Schlatt’s communicator rung. Seems like Quackity finally answered him.

“Gotcha Boss.”

While Schlatt didn’t necessarily wanted to make his children wait even longer he still took the time to get properly dressed up in his coat, gloves and scarf. He even got some ear muffs out for the two as well which the two didn’t appreciate. Schlatt used his authority as their dad though to make them wear the muffs.

Then it was finally time. Schlatt opened the door and the kids ran out right into the snow. Both laughing in glee as they threw themselves right into it. Schlatt wanted to chastise them for it since this would most likely end up with them catching a cold but he stopped himself. It has been a while since they could play in the snow so he wanted to let them enjoy themselves like that just for a little bit. Also he didn’t like how much he acted like a typical boring, worried dad.

While the two were yelling and throwing snow around Schlatt got his snow shovel out and begun freeing up the front door. He was a few minutes in as he felt something pull on his jacket. Turning around he saw Y/N trying to get his attention.

“Can you help us build a snowman?”

Y/N looked expectantly at their father. Cheecks and nose flushed from the cold. Snow was gathering on their head, especially on their small horns. The horns were still pretty small but since they were a bit rough the snow stuck to them very easily. Schlatt smiled and got rid of the snow on their head.

“Alright but only one. Then we have to make our way into the city.”

Their eyes begun to glisten “You are taking us with you to work?”

“Something like that, come on kiddo. Let’s get the snowman going.”

Together the three begun working on making a snowman together. Schlatt took care of the biggest snowball since he was obviously the strongest of he group. Tubbo took care of the middle part and Y/N rolled together the head for their master piece. Since they were also the fastest done they were allowed to look for things to decorate it later with.

As Tubbo helped Schlatt setting the snowman together Y/N reappeared with some twigs and stones in their hands.

“There you are, was wondering what took so long.” Tubbo smiled as he put more snow on the snowman to fill in some indents.

Y/N just stuck their tongue out and begun trying to stick some twigs at the side to make some makeshift arms for the snowman. Schlatt helped them a little bit to make sure it was really stuck in there before they continued to put on a crooked smile with small pebbles.

Once they were done the group gave the snowman a good look over. It was definitely not perfect but both Tubbo and Y/N had they biggest and proudest smiles on as they looked at it. Schlatt was smiling too, more happy about their happiness than their little snowman.

That’s when Schlatt had an idea. He took some of the more elastic twigs and put them on the head of the snowman, curling them around its head to make it look similar to the horns he had and pushing the ends back into the head so it would stay in that form. Well, to be fair Tubbo’s horns were well on their way to resemble his and while Y/N’s were still pretty small they already begun to show a similar curl.

Satisfied with his work he picked up Y/N who wrapped their arms around him for a short hug “Thanks Dad. It looks great.”

Tubbo nodded “Yeah! That does kinda look like dad though!”

Schlatt frowned “Hey! What is that supposed to mean!”

“How about we add two more later as well! One for me and one for Y/N!” Tubbo stated. Expertly ignoring his father’s outburst.

Y/N giggled “Yes! Let’s do it!”

“Later. I have to slowly get into the city so I can go work. I’ll take you guys with me this time. We’ll find something for you guys to do there, alright?”

The two agreed sure enough so the group made their way, albeit slowly due to the snow, into the heart of Manberg where the White House was waiting for them. Usually Schlatt would leave them at home. Tubbo was old enough to look over his younger sibling and the way into the city isn’t that long either way anyhow. They would hang around at home and do their shenanigans or just run to Manberg where they would hang out with the other residents.

Schlatt had problems expressing it but he was truly proud of his two gremlin kids. They were usually really patient and polite which was honestly pretty surprising seeing how he acted but somehow he managed to raise two polite and nice kids. Okay, they sometimes get into trouble but who could fault them that’s just what kids do.

Inside Manberg you could see a few residents shoveling snow away from the walkways and homes. Some seemed to be happy to see the snow while others were pretty annoyed. Schlatt would have been one of the latter group if his children weren’t so happy with all of this.

He has really gone soft hasn’t he?

“Alright. We are here now. You guys can come in with me and warm up a bit but you two can also go and play.” He rambled off as he set Y/N back down.

“Can we have some money so we can buy some food from Niki’s?” Tubbo asked.

Schlatt frowned, putting on an expression as if him getting out some money and handing it towards him was physically hurting him “You are killing me, Tubbo. You better not waste it.”

Tubbo just rolled his eyes and held his hand out for Y/N to take it so they could walk off together.

Schlatt put his hands on his sides, looking at the two walking off for a few seconds before he felt something hard hitting his back, resulting in him letting out a yelp in surprise. Both the kids turned around laughing at the weird sound their father made only to see Quackity standing behind him with a mischievous grin, already forming a new snowball in his hands.

“Oh you are so dead, motherfucker.” Schlatt grumbled only to make a snowball himself to throw it at the duck hybrid, hitting him square in the chest. Feeling a tiny bit vindicated by this Schlatt begun to cackle.

Y/N looked at Tubbo, not sure what to make of this, who in return just shrugged. When they looked back at their still cackling dad they saw how Quackity was pointing to the snowball in his hand and then at them. It took them a moment to understand what he meant but immediately crouched down to get better access to the snow once they understood. Tubbo followed suit.

This is how a full blown snowball fight started though it wasn’t much as a fight since Quackity, Tubbo and Y/N all concentrated on Schlatt. Throwing all they had against him. Schlatt had to hide behind an old stall that was still standing on the marketplace, only sometimes looking from behind it, throwing his own snowballs.

To think he was angry and trying his best to get this stall removed for the longest time now only for it to now save his life.

“Y/N! You are supposed to throw it at your dad! Not me!” Quackity suddenly yelled out.

Curious Schlatt took a look from behind the stall only to see how Y/N ran towards him to hide behind the stall as well while Quackity was trying his best to get rid off the snow that was on his beanie.

Schlatt was impressed. A headshot, huh.

Y/N was out of breath huddling down next to their father “I thought it was unfair. Three versus one didn’t seem right.”

Schlatt formed a new snowball, handing it to Y/N “That’s why you are my favorite” he joked “Now let’s start the counterattack.”

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shadowsfiguresfigments-blog · 3 years

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A good place to die Chapter 24

Warning: Harsh language, violence

It's not a long one - need to get back into writing. Enjoy nonetheless!

Chapter 24

Auntie listened to me and I was alone once more with broken memories and the last remains of Mr. Shanks’ life. Determined not to have to go to that place to often, I put my everything into decluttering and cleaning. When I was finally able to properly reach some of the windows and wiped them down I was almost proud of myself. The additional light coming in made the process easier, and when Auntie finally joined me, she praised my work quite a bit. I was relieved to find her much more energetic, and together the time passed much more quickly.

We made much more progress than I’d anticipated, and by the time we called quits, the entire hallway was full of garbage bags. Neither of us had the energy to take them down, however, and Auntie’s breathing sounded quite labored, so we decided to simply return home. I glanced at my phone, but I had neither missed calls nor messages. Despite my best effort to hide my annoyance, Auntie realized right away what was going on.

“Is he giving you the silent treatment?”

I sighed. “Sort of, yes.” My stomach chose that moment to start cramping again, and I coiled my arms around it. She misunderstood that gesture.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare him away. He’s welcome to visit you anytime, if he just uses the front door. You tell him that.”

“Yeah, I think yesterday was probably just a bit much. Thank you, though.” If only you knew…

“How about you invite him for dinner? As a peace offering?”

I really didn’t feel like going over it again, so I quickly changed the subject.

“I will. Do you think we’ll be done by the time Bee gets out of the hospital?”

“If you’ll keep this up, I’m sure of it.” Her voice sounded cheerful, but her smile was off. I grabbed her arm and turned her towards me.

“Auntie, what’s the matter with you?”

Her indignation was just as forced as her smile.

“That’s no way to talk to me, young lady.”

“Be serious. You’re sick or something, and you should see a doctor.” I hated myself for what I said next, but I couldn’t help it. “You’re worrying me.”

Oh, the irony – how many times did we have that very same talk, just with our roles reversed? Her face fell immediately.

“I’ve just worked a lot, that’s all. But there’s good news, too. We finally got another waitress, and I won’t have to do double shifts. She’ll start next week.”

I took her hand and squeezed it. “You know, when I’ve finished school and the shop’s running, you won’t have to work there anymore.”

Auntie stared at me, then she squeezed my hand back. I could see tears in her eyes.

“Thanks, child.”

When we got home Auntie disappeared into the kitchen, and I tried to call Penny. He didn’t pick up, so I just texted him, but it was getting really annoying. I felt pretty overwhelmed – my worry for Auntie mixed with the anxiety over what had happened the day before was a strong emotional cocktail, and I didn’t feel equipped to deal with it. Once more I wondered if my old zombie self wouldn’t have handled the situation easier.

We had just sat down for dinner when the doorbell rang. I was so caught up in unwanted memories of what happened between Penny and I that I didn’t understand until I opened the door.

Benny-Penny stood before me, looking rather sheepishly.

I couldn’t help myself, I had to hug him. Auntie appeared behind me, and welcomed him warmly. Penny’s muscles tensed beneath my hands, and I quickly let go. Was he still confused about the day before? His face didn’t betray anything.

“I’m happy you could come, and to meet you properly.” Auntie’s cheerful voice interrupted my brooding thoughts, and I stepped aside to make room for her. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and my ears, and fled to the kitchen to serve another portion for Penny.

When both of them entered, they were chatting rather pleasantly about Derry, and “Benny’s life” so far. His replies were swift and calm, not suspicious at all, and there was no trace of his usual over-the-top cadence. He also didn’t really look at me.

I felt like a stranger had entered our home.

“Well, young man, I hope you like mac’n cheese.” I knew auntie well enough to know she was a little stressed over the simplicity of the dish in face of a guest, as well as over the worn-down look of our little kitchen. If you only knew where he lived.

Regardless, she sat him down, and I could see the tiniest trace of disgust in his eyes – “Cardboard, disgusting” – but he bravely dug in and even managed some compliments, putting a big smile on auntie’s face. Thankfully the tension went somewhat away, and I told Penny of our efforts with the flat, which led us to the topic of the store opening. The entire situation was so absurdly normal I almost started wondering whether I just had imagined Penny’s attack.

Before long, however, auntie started yawning badly, and announced she would go to bed. I told her to leave the dishes to me, and that Benny and I would take walk. Again, she didn’t even question that – what teenage girl “takes a walk” with a young man, anyhow? When she had left us, I turned to Penny, and found him still not looking at me.

“Okay, do you mind if we somewhere else?”

He shook his head, a familiar jingling bell sound, which I took for a somewhat good sign. But when I asked him if he wanted to change into something non-human, he shook his head again, and avoided my eyes. I nearly exploded.

I grabbed his hands, ripping my jacket off its coat-hanger, and marched out of the door, dragging Benny-Penny behind me. A quick glance around me told me the street was empty, but I still waited till we were a bit further away from our house before I let loose.

“Will you please fucking tell me what’s the matter here.” My voice was shaking, which angered me even further.

He remained quiet.

“Penny, whatever happened yesterday, I don’t understand, but I want to. Has anything similar ever happened to you?”

He mumbled something that could have been a “no”.

“Was it the animal meat?”

Another head shake, with bells again.

“Is it my period?”

Penny finally looked up, and his eyes had turned slightly crimson again. But he just stared at me.

I had it.

“Listen, either you start talking to me or I’m gonna call quits. I can’t deal with this. I haven’t had my period in ages, I’m full of hormones, auntie’s probably really sick, I got the opening of the store coming up, I need to get the apartment ready for Bee, and you won’t fucking talk to me. How can I understand you if you don’t open your fucking mouth? I don’t even understand myself.” I had started shouting. All the pent up frustration spilled out of me.

“You’re not the only one who’s not been in this situation before. You’re something like a god, and I’m just a stupid human, so the least you could do is explain yourself. I told you, I’m not good at relationships. I never had one before, and of course I had to fall in love with some unearthly… thing, ‘cause everything else would have been what normal people do, and I’m not fucking normal.”

Penny whipped around and grabbed my shoulders hard. I had upset him again, but at least I got a reaction. His fingers dug into my flesh, and his face melted a little.

“I don’t know. I don’t understand. What do you expect?” He shouted, too, and his voice changed with every word, dropping lower and lower.

“You wander into my lair, you won’t leave me the fuck alone, you make me feel all those weird things, and then you expect me to act rationally? Stupid human, that’s why I hate your fucking species so much. So self-important.” Drool sprayed all over me, and our angry faces got closer and closer.

“It’s not like I chose to end up with you. You could kill me anytime, but you didn’t do it, so sorry for still being around.”

“Yeah, because it’s my fault I can’t, right. You were the one who showed me all those new things. I was perfectly fine before. I could wake up, feed and have some fun here, then go to hibernation again. Everything was just fine.”

“Oh yeah, that’s why you were awake when I found you ten years ago. That’s why you were scared out of your wits by a little girl.”

“I should just eat you and be done.” His face ripped in half, the familiar tunnel of shark teeth opened before me, just an inch away from my nose.

“Then just do it.”

And this time, he did.

#pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #agptd

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housamo-side-blog-2 · 3 years

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AHOY MATIES!! PROLOGUE

OKAY THE APRIL FOOLS IS GOING TO BE IN DELAY CAUSE ITS HARD AS HELL,BUT INSTEAD OF POSTING NOTHING TODAY I DECIDED TO DO A LITTLE BIT OF A REACTION ,THE SCENARIO TAKES PLACE SEASIDE SUMMER SCHOOL WITH YOU IN WHICH HARUMO WASN’T THERE BUT, TO EVERYONE”S SURPRISE THERE IS.

{GUILDMASTER”S OFFICE}

Inside the office of the guildmaster of the Bersekers of Ikebukuro, Where a transient is sitting on his chair,quitely reading the documents in his hands,The silence is then disturb by the knocking of the double doors infront of him, he signals the knocker to come in and white lion dressed in very formal attire with documents on his hands,placed it on his desk and kneels before him as a sign of respect.

Snow: My darling Master,All preparations for the event have been completed.Everything that has been requested has been accomatated.

Claude: Yes! Excellent! It seems there have been no problems at all.

Snow; If i may ask my darling Master? Should i start preparing it right now?

Claude: Yes!, these will truly show the might of the Bersekers to the other guilds including the Tycoons, the Aoyama Missionaries, and offcourse the summoners,This will be a grand event...Snow start preparing everything for the events that will take place.

Snow: i may ask my darling master? Where should this event take place?

Claude:Kasai Rinkai Park.

{BEACH PARKING LOT BACKGROUND}

Here they are, E-class has safely arrived on bus as they approach the beach,because the school is having a summer getaway with everyone,offcourse everyone is super excited to go the beach,to be able to enjoy the sun skewing your skin,playing by the beach,and having a delicious BBQ with everyone...except one of course.The one person that the summoners wish to enjoy with, is currently not present ,because he had something of outmost importance to do,He wished to come,but he”s friend said that its really important and that it will surprise everyone.He didn’t know offcourse and he already knows that he”s bound to get into some deep trouble,but because the person was so cute,He couldn’t refuse,

Now the summoners are both excited and a little bit sad there friend is not there to enjoy it with,He would absolutely love to go the beach. But thats not going to stop them from having a good time on the beach, even when he’s not around.

One by one everyone slowly exits the bus,to find themselves assaulted by a sunlight so bright it bleaches the world white.As a breeze is scented with a light musk,along with the distant cries of happiness around and the sounds of waves harmonizing with them. The summoners leaped out to shout in captivation.

Ryota: *inhales and exhales* DO YOU GUYS FEEL THAT SUMMER SUN, ITS VACATION TIME!!

Tries to run away to the beach only to be stopped by Shiro”s warning message.

Shiro: Ryota! Don”t run off on your own,And keep it down will you or you’ll be cause a disturbance to the other beachgoers.

Ryota stopped to apologize to Shiro because of his excitement.

Ryota: Sorry Shiro, It just feels so good to be at the beach!

Shiro: I know how you feel,but we’re not here to just do outdoor activities...We’re still here for class, even if its a summer getaway. And if we cause trouble here, it will reflect back on Shinjuku Academy.

Kengo:Come on,Don’t be a such a stick in mud,whats wrong with having a little fun?

Shiro:Expecially you Kengo!, Im expecting that you”l stop yourself from getting into fights.Understand?

Kengo:What are you my nanny or something?

Moritaka: Now,now Shiro, you have to stop worrying or you’ll get stress. Its only natural that everyone will be excited,since will be here for only 3 days.They are just want to get the most out of this trip.

Moritaka being the voice of reason calms Shiro down and let his guard down since they’’l be spending 3 days at the beach.

Shiro: You’re right ,we’ll be spending 3 days together,although with the past experiences with Kengo,i have to keep a close eye on him.

Kengo: Why do you always have to be such a pain in the ass!?,goody two shoes.!

Moritaka: This heat, i think is a bit too strong for my taste.For a therian with fur like mine,this heat is really brutal.

Ryota: Oh yeah,Your fur is really fluffy and warm when its winter, its gotta be uncomfortable for you,

Moritaka: What!!.. Im a warrior!! .... i should be...able to....handle this.....heat.

The assault of sunlight on Moriaka”s fur has made him quite dizzy resulting to nearly fainting.But Ryota and Kengo quickly catch him before he could hit the heated ground,Carrying him to a nearby tree for shade and fanning him to quickly drop his temperature.But its a good thing one of the teachers were to quick to respond.

Mr Triton: A student suffering from the heat? i Triton shall assist you matter what the ailment!..Shiro there is a cooler full of ice on the side of the bus,please get it quickly.

Shiro: Im on it.

As swift as the wind Shiro rushes to get the cooler full of ice to cool down Moritaka, Mr Mononobe who was near the scene quickly went to the scene to try and assist his student,

Mr Mononobe: What happened? Oh i see heatstroke,Well we need to get him to the nearby clinic to make sure he”s okay.

Shiro: I’VE GOT THE COOLER !

Mr Triton: Excellent work!.

Shiro gives the cooler to Mr Triton and to everyone”s surprise he just throws the ice on top of Moritka”s head.Though it seems to be working, but at the very least Moritaka doesn’t seem to be hot anymore.

Everyone; WHY DID YOU THAT FOR?!

Mr Triton: Im sorry,but its the quickest way to cool him down.

Moritaka: Its actually working everyone,Im starting to feel better already.

Everyone: IT ACTUALLY WORKED?!

With Moritaka in bath full of ice he looks like he”s starting to get back up his feet again.

Mr Mononobe: HAHA,Well thank goodness for that, Anyhow you kids better get going,Mr Jinn might start to get worried.

Shiro: We’l do Mr Mononobe,Everyone! Lets go.

While the summoners hurried to the hotel,Mr Mononobe lets out a slight giggle while looking at the kids rushing.Mr Triton could’nt helped but to be curious about it.

Mr Triton: Mr Mononobe?

Mr Mononobe: OH, its just seeing those kids full of energy really makes an old man happy,

Mr Triton:I know what you mean Mr Mononobe,It feels us teachers with pride and joy to see our students live their youth full of happiness.

Mr Mononobe: Im wondering,.... where is Harumo right now?

OKAY THIS WAS JUST AN EXPERIMENT BECAUSE OF TRYING TO FIGURE OUT SOMETHING IN MY WAY OF STORY TELLING BECAUSE IT DIDN’T SIT WELL WITHIN SO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS SHORT STORY SO THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!! COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THINK OF IT.

AND IF YOU ALL NOTICE ITS QUITE SIMILAR TO THE SEASIDE SUMMER SCHOOL WITH YOU EVENT

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #experimental #fanfic #summoners #ahoy maties #prologue

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carrotsforthewin · 5 years

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the way i love - chapter 2

sbs inkigayo did me dirty and i am bringing every one of you with me. warning for mildly suggestive/nsfw

Keeping your head down you marched your way through campus, trying to get back to your dormitory. You heard fast steps behind you and your mind instantly went to the worst-case scenario, but when a hand grabbed yours and turned you around you, fortunately, weren’t face to face with Mingyu, but with Seungcheol. -Hey, hey, hey... - he grabbed your hand, looking at your tear-filled eyes with concern before hugging you. You didn’t talk to him since you parted ways with Mingyu, there was maybe once or twice a check-up message from him, but nothing else. But you could say he was kind of a friend of yours back in the day. He walked with you for a while in silence, then suggested to sit down on a bench around your dormitory. You both just sat there, your phone in your hand with the headphones tangled around it, but your mind still kept replaying what happened before.

-So how come you came to this university? - he broke the ice and you couldn’t decide if he was making fun of you or asked out pure curiosity. You responded with a shrug and an almost silent “I am not sure.” - Damn, by your reaction you still have feelings. Ah, we are back in this again. Fuck. - He wasn’t even talking to you it seemed. Maybe you just heard the angel and little devil argue on his shoulders. Truth is, Seungcheol only cared about you because you saw the look on your face whenever you were with Mingyu, your eyes smiling, gleaming with happiness. And he knew that Mingyu is only going to shred this to tears after a couple of days. But when it became weeks, later months even he was unsure of Mingyu’s behavior. He never had the same girl in his bed twice, let alone making her a fool through months. Pity. That was what he felt, and the boys saw this go down too, mostly with the same thoughts. So there you were, after one year, in the same state because of the same stupid guy. -And what? You wanna do something, ‘Cheol? - you stood up, putting your phone in your pocket. - Give me a couple of days and I’ll look through his head like its air. And with that, you left, not even caring about him calling after you. You so wanted to believe that lie, but will you able to? With memories came the feelings too, not just the sentimental “I love you’s, but the feeling of his hands pulling, pushing, grabbing, scratching you, his mouth leaving a field of red, blue, violet roses all over you, his fingerprints making constellations wherever they touched you. It all came back because of one look from those eyes. Those eyes that you used to saw half-shut, blown with pleasure and what you thought was love.

Enough.

You wanted to say it out loud, but you had no energy. So as soon as you could get up from your bed you went for a cold shower and binge-watched whatever show you just found online. This time it was Carnival Row. The romance was sure a nice touch to the story and maybe it reminded you of him a bit, but you got Orlando Bloom on your screen, and thank you very much, it was enough. The week passed by depressingly slow, although it was quite fun sometimes. You finally managed to get to know some of your classmates better, but you couldn’t not notice one damned head beside the others. You had classes with him and he made sure you saw him, and whenever you did took a look at him he managed to smirk at you. And you cursed all the possible gods up there and also asked them how the actual hell do you have a second-year student with first years. Anyhow. The food was good on campus, so you usually ate there with whomever you could join or wanted to eat with you from your class. And today, the end of the week was obviously a “party day”. And how many times you tried to decline, you can’t exactly tell, but one thing is sure, they nagged you back every time. So there you were, trying to choose an outfit that wouldn’t drag unwanted eyes on you, but was still pretty and comfy. Comfort over fashion. Take your notes kids. You all agreed to meet around 9 pm at the university gates and go together from there. A couple of your classmates already had before party confidence boosters by the looks of their smiles and the music that blasted from one of the phones. Tonight might be fun. And it genuinely was fun for a time. Up until the part where an arm circled your hips and a voice way too familiar spoke behind you: If you guys don’t mind I’m stealing her for a bit. - it was like he said it to you, but your classmates seemed quite happy and content with this. Every alarm went off in your mind, but your body was struck by how close he was, his scent, his hair. Him. Now both of his arms were around you as he turned you towards him and showed his back to everyone else. Your desperate try to get him off of you was by putting your hands on his chest, but when you felt the muscles under the silky button-up, your mouth parted and your eyes instantly looked at his. He’s been working out, you actually could feel it by the way he held you close. Fuck. He smirks. He dared to smirk at you. He knew well enough that he could still do his magic on you, especially after seeing your reaction earlier this week. It wasn’t something he wanted to see, per se, or hear Seungcheol’s take on this, but it made him sure you were not over him. And maybe he wasn’t either, but he never let his thoughts wander there. Now you were in his arms, and he enjoyed every second, reaction, sigh he got from you. God, what he would give to take you home tonight. Just a small taste of you again, he leaned down and kissed you. His hands wandered under your shirt, just a bit above the waistband, Just as he remembered. He let one of his hands wander to your ass, not a single drop of shame in grabbing it. He took a sharp breath beside your ear, wanting to say something. He couldn’t wait for this moment all week long, he wasn’t even sure you would come, but you did and his gut feeling seemed right. He was ready and confident to say that he wanted you again, but before he could your knight in shining armor came for the rescue yet again. You owe Seungcheol a big one, and when you thanked him outside he laughed at you. -Oh, dear. You know that I am just like Mingyu. Maybe just a little bit better. - you hit his shoulder and laughed with him for a bit. - Now let’s get you back home, I think you had your dose of trauma for the weekend. You were tired from university work, from the shitload of new things, from what happened, so as soon as you finished cleaning yourself you fell into your bad headfirst when you climbed up. You thanked god your Saturday was free because you were restless all night long. Short dreams coming and going, waking you up every one or two hours, on top of it he was in them. You cursed at him under your breath, hoped he couldn’t sleep either. And maybe he wasn’t sleeping, at least not alone for sure. But you were on his mind and he bit his lip, not even caring about the body that laid beside him. He wanted you, in a way. And you wanted him too, just not in that same way.

History keeps repeating itself, and it sucks - you came to the conclusion.

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How to Build an Author Website – How Many Pages + Social Media

In our last installment of “How to Build an Author Website,” we gave some advice on where and how to learn the skills necessary to build your own author website. Now we’re taking a peek into the final bit of nitty gritty involved with designing your own site – how big should it be? How many pages should it have? And, of course – does it replace social media?

Let’s dive in.

How Many Pages Does an Author Site Need?

You may think ‘the more, the merrier,’ but this isn’t always the case. In fact, across all industries, people are adopting a cleaner, non-cluttered approach to their web design. It’s considering ‘modern’ to put everything you need on one or two pages, since viewers have very little patience to click around in a mad hunt for answers to their curiosities or questions.

So, one or many?

Advantages of One Page

Less design needed from you! With every page you add, you’re increasing the amount of design effort you’ll have to invest. With just one page, you can focus all your creativity into a single area and ensure it truly shines.

Less clutter. As stated above, we’re becoming less and less patient as internet users. We know what we want and we’d like our answers in a snappy fashion, thank you! By having only one page, you allow readers to quickly learn all they need to know without having to switch tabs. As a bonus, it’s a godsend for those with slow internet connection, who certainly can’t tolerate more load time.

Less weight on your server. The more pages you have, the more data that results in – and that means your server has to store more. By limiting the amount of pages, and therefore data, you can stay within a cheap hosting plan that only provides a few megabytes worth of storage, saving you money.

It’s in vogue. A great number of author websites stick to just a landing page, since there are only three to five things readers are truly looking to know. A) Who you are as an author. B) What your book is and what it’s about. C) Do you have social media? D) Do you have more books coming out, and where can I find them? E) Fun facts or interesting snippets from/about your writing. There really isn’t much else! As such, many authors are choosing to go with the one-page format, so you’ll be sticking to the industry standard!

Disadvantages

Limits your layout. While a one-page site is in-fashion among authors, there are still some who choose to leverage multiple pages. Because, well, it looks nicer. It gives a more orderly sense to your website, and since a great number of websites have a menu bar with additional pages to view, if you lack this, it can make your site look a tad claustrophobic.

No shop function. Since shop functions are a complete system of their own, they will require their own page, even if this is linked on your landing page. Should you intend on selling your book on the site as well, you’ll have to create a second page anyhow. If you’re selling on Amazon, Smashwords, or another venue, however, one page with several links will be fine!

Overload. Additional features and plug-ins have a ‘weight’ of their own, and too many of them in a single area can lead to an incredible lag for visitors. Like the shop function, if you intend on adding a rotating album of your books, a ready-play video, or other flashy features, it’s better to spread these out on multiple pages, so visitors can decide to click in and accept that load (and that load alone) or pass it by for the more crucial aspects of your site.

Advantages of Multiple Pages

Better organized. As mentioned above, a site with multiple pages allows you to categorize information and spread it around neatly, so readers can more easily find the details they want without having to scroll, scroll, nothing but scroll.

Not in vogue, but an old favorite. While slimmer websites are in fashion, that doesn’t mean they have to be only one-page slim. It’s been a favorite of visitors and site builders for some time to limit the amount of pages – but to spread this over at least two, so as to ease navigation.

Less load. Also mentioned above, spreading out data makes it easier for visitors to load a single page at a time, without taking the brunt of an entire site all at once.

More features! You can have a shop function, a little animation sequence, videos, photo albums – the works! This can be spread across as many pages as you like.

Disadvantages

A labyrinth. Visitors are impatient. If they’re forced to search throughout your entire site via multiple pages to find the simple information they want, they’ll cut their losses and click away.

More design effort. With many pages comes many design options. You could leave all the others rather plain while tidying up your landing page, but this will give it an unfinished look. Remember, the more you have, the nicer it all has to look!

More cost. If you hire a designer, they will likely charge by the page, raising your overall expenses. If you do it yourself, you still have to ensure your server can hold all this new data, and that may result in upgrading your hosting package.

Pro-Tip from Lena S Andersson: “One of the most important things is to keep things clear and simple in terms of layout and looks.”

If you have enough content to span 10 pages, be sure to ask if it should. Is there anything you could remove without truly hurting the site? Then you should, as a cluttered site can be even more damaging than no site at all!

“It all depends on the message you have. If the book you’re publishing has an attached history that’s really crucial, then perhaps more pages are needed to convey the magnitude of what comes with this simple book. If your story is a more straightforward, then one page may be enough.”

To Social Media or Not to Social Media?

Now that you have a site, does it replace social media? Does it make social media less important?

Pro-Tip from Lena: “I wouldn't say a website replaces social media, but the two can do a great deal for each other. Social media can help you get the site out there and reach people in a different way than what just a website can do on its own. A website can give people more information and guidance than just social media can do. Both are important in their own way.

“It’s key to remember that, on social media, you’re playing on someone else’s platform. Having your own website means having your own platform!

“So, both are needed, but having a website can do more for you than existing only on social media. It gives you a solid presence that is easy to reference and easy to share.”

Wrapping Up

That’s all for now! If you’ve missed them, please check out the other articles in this series of “How to Build an Author Site.” A big thanks to L S Andersson for her insights and advice about this exciting (though daunting) venture for writers.

If you’re interested, please take a look at her author site, AnamMara.com, and check out her debut book, Behind Closed Doors: Trusting The Unseen, available on her site and on Amazon. Along with her book, Lena is preparing to launch an inspirational project, called AnamMara.

The Project

Can you briefly describe the project?

“A lot of women around the globe are not able to leave dangerous and violent surroundings, domestic abuse, and sexual violence due to fear, lack of resources, and a lack of funds. Even worse, they’re trapped because they have nowhere to go and nobody who 'sees' them.

With this project, I work passionately and actively to empower women to break free from the destructive cycle of poverty, unemployment, domestic abuse, violence, and modern slavery. I hope to accomplish this through advocacy and my book, as well as through a network of independent stylist resellers.”

The Goal

Can you briefly describe the goal and overarching purpose of the project?

“I am passionate about creating business opportunities for women, and empowering individuals to create independence via their own income. This vision comes from my own past experiences of abuse, socially vulnerable, and disadvantaged situations. You can read more about this in my book.

I also feel we need to talk more openly about these issues in society and in the world. As such, my goal is to educate and inform - to tell people how the world looks for millions of women everywhere, a fact which is so silenced and oppressed.”

The Steps Being Taken

What steps are being taken to launch this project and make it a success?

“I am partnering with organizations working to get the voice out for people who have no voice. I hope that - through advocacy and my book, by partnering with organizations, and by collaborating with resellers and ambassadors – together, we can make a difference and see change when it comes to abuse and violence against women.”

You can sign up via the website AnamMara.com to participate in this project now, donate via GoFundMe, or buy her book Behind Closed Doors: Trusting The Unseen on the website or on Amazon.

Thanks for reading, and happy writing!

#author site #anammara #L S Andersson #writing advice #empowering women #building an author site #author website #iawt #Behind Closed Doors #Behind Closed Doors: Trusting The Unseen #writing tips #writing resources

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It’s that time of year again! I, and possibly a good number of you reading this, just spent the whole of 2018 in the Gorillaz fandom. Congratulations! You made it! Because this year...kinda sucked. Not just for the Gorillaz fandom but, if this Washington Post article is any indication, for the rest of the world too. Maybe on an individual level there were moments of light. Maybe Gorillaz was your moment of light. If it was I’m genuinely happy because that means you probably found a way to avoid or ignore all the chaos that went down this year. But overall? Fandom was rife with disappointments, confusion and conflict with some good parts (for me, at least) sprinkled in here and there. Below is a personal reflection on the top 10 significant events in fandom of 2018.

1. Murdoc Goes to Prison

2018 started out peacefully for fandom. We were just finishing up sharing our scans of G-Magazine and theorizing over the next album when we’re treated with this - a nineteen second mocap of a frantic Murdoc accepting a Brit Award with an “oh by the way I’m going to prison.” We didn’t know why or for how long, and, though fans were confused and Murdoc going to prison is a tired, overplayed storyline at this point, it was cherished as any new Gorillaz content, especially animation, is cherished. Memes were made, most notably the #FreeMurdoc hashtag complete with a petition which was acknowledged by creators and caused the first big outburst in fandom for its messy tag. I did what I always do with Murdoc videos and went through the entire thing frame by frame to collect screenshots. Little did I know that this would be the only time I would get to indulge in this beloved past time. Little did I know that I would be wearing the same expression as Murdoc is in this screencap this entire phase.

2. Murdoc hate

Murdoc hate has always existed. It’s also generally accepted. However, when it was confirmed that Murdoc was going to be in prison for an undetermined amount of time and that he may not even speak this phase (thanks a lot, phase 5 plot!) it reached unprecedented levels of viciousness. Some fans took every opportunity to drag him in the main tag, start debates with anyone who might mention one positive thing about him and expressed how they genuinely wanted him to die and/or never come back. It kinda reminded me of this season of MTV’s The Challenge when everyone ganged up on Johnny Bananas. Like, yes he’s an asshole and yes this was probably long overdue but also omg when is there and end point? Is there an end point? It was like some people hated Murdoc more than they liked Gorillaz. For some additional context - this tense environment was born out of an astoundingly severe conflict that happened in spring where three separate fandom storms that had been brewing since late 2017 collided into one huge mess. Discords were raided, friendships were lost, the police were called (I’m not even exaggerating). I won’t go into it more but if you were there, you know what i’m talking about. Murdoc wasn’t the cause of this, but his character was at the center of one of those storms and the canon sending him to prison only reignited the ire towards him. For awhile Murdoc fans weren’t sure were exactly they stood with the greater fandom, and new fans were confused as to why this one green character was the source of so much grief for haters and fans alike. This continued for most of the year (and still continues today), hence why it’s getting a mention now.

3. Ace

Believe it or not Murdoc and Ace are confirmed #friends. You wouldn’t know that from all the Murdoc vs Ace content that sprung out of this year but Ace was the one who joined Murdoc for hot chocolate after he got out of prison, “they go way back” etc etc. Ace was a big deal because it was probably the only time the fandom guessed something correctly this entire year. Jamie began posting cryptic pictures of Noodle with this unidentified man, then another with only the Ace card visible. “It a Powerpuff Girls crossover!” Some people claimed. But that seemed so random? Really? A B-list cartoon villain from a cartoon targeting an entirely different demographic? More likely than you think! Ace never spoke a word and he wasn’t allowed to smoke or have sex. People obsessed over him anyways. To this day I still have no idea who he is or what kind of personality he has or really anything. But he wasn’t a bad guy (more on that later) and he was Murdoc’s friend so he’s alright with me.

4. Messaging Denholm

By now the fandom was fraught with distress on so many levels. We were lost. We needed someone to guide us, to show us the way, to show us the #truth. I don’t know exactly who started this trend but it soon spread around Reddit and other social media sites that Jamie’s son Denholm was replying to dm’s on Instagram and soon, he was graced with a deluge of of inquiries from casual fans and Murdoc stans alike. The thing is though - he actually *did* answer them. Many of us had spoilers re: Murdoc and Ace’s friendship, Murdoc getting out of prison, etc. MONTHS before they happened. I believe he even told us that 2D was fine back in like, June or something. Denholm knew! Eventually we pissed him off but it didn’t stop him from answering. He just answered angrier. It also caused fans to argue more because people started accusing others of photoshopping his responses and nothing can ever be done peacefully here. I haven’t followed up on this story singe the end of summer but I think fans have finally scaled back on the messaging. But I hear he’s working on a Gorillaz documentary for 2019 so...I’m sure we’ll be talking again soon.

5. Noodle

I want to take a moment here to also acknowledge the struggle AMA Gorillaz hosted on, of all places, Youtube. Thankfully, diligent redditors compiled a google doc of all the answers otherwise they would lost thanks to Youtube’s confusing interface. ANYHOW. The answer that stirred up the biggest milieu of debate and confusion came from Noodle. This isn’t exactly my lane - I don’t wade into Noodle issues and I don’t id as part of the LGBT community - so I’m not going to say much here other than, at the very least, this was the second or third time she has officially denied any interest in dating her bandmates.

6. 2D’s journal/2Doc

Okay first of all: 2DOC...jk, jk...jk? But no, honestly, this actually did become a big story this year, much bigger than expected. The release of 2D’s journal was the catalyst here, revealing a number of drawings and images of Murdoc. “Souk Eye,” a song that came with visuals featuring close ups of Murdoc’s face and vaguely romantic lyrics was depicted in 2D’s journal next to yet another drawing of Murdoc. We were confused! 2D didn’t care that Murdoc was gone, right? 2Doc shippers were intrigued. I was hesitant. We were all called delusional. However, “Souk Eye” was later confirmed to be a love song by Damon Albarn, and Murdoc and 2D have both claimed their relationship is “better” since the end of phase 5 (hhMmMmM). Obvi, take this with a grain of salt because it’s Gorillaz but the journal was instrumental in confirming how closely The Now Now (and the entire plot of phase 5, really) was tied to Murdoc and 2D’s relationship, particularly what 2D thinks of Murdoc. Think of it as platonic if you want but they share a closeness on SOME level and the content of 2018, from interviews to the Murdoc chats to the album itself, supports this. I rest my case.

7. Lost theories

Pour one out for all the lost theories. If you were a new fan this year you probably came up with a theory, or you got really invested in a theory. Some examples: HIM from PPG orchestrating the destruction of Gorillaz by possessing 2D and getting Murdoc framed with Ace as a double agent, or Murdoc’s imprisonment being tied to his trouble with EMI from phase 4, or phase 5 being about time travel, or Murdoc crashing Demon Dayz fest and fighting El Mierda on stage, or 2D being the one to frame Murdoc or Murdoc’s inmate number (24602) being a Les Mis reference implying that he’d get a character arc similar to Jean Valjean...you get the idea. But there are dreams that cannot beeee, and there are storms we cannot weather. You can argue about the budget or G-Shock or whatever but the truth is Gorillaz is just disorganized. This is their Brand™.

8. The Murdoc Chatbot

Gorillaz did an interesting thing this year - it let us talk to Murdoc! Sometime around June, he writers decided that the plot of phase 5 would be best spent, not on exploring the band’s dynamic with Murdoc gone or developing Ace’s personality, but on Murdoc! Fandom spent most of the summer following Murdoc’s experience in prison and helping to “free” him via a chatbot you could access through Kik, Instagram or Facebook. Basically, Murdoc was Paddington from Paddington 2, and we the fans were supposed to be the Browns trying to break him out and prove his innocence. Other fans begrudgingly used the chatbot to make fun of him or tell him to die and follow along with the story (it was the only place you could get plot updates). It was a neat idea as well as a funny experience to pretend to be talking to him, and the plot was very engaging at times. It was the chatbot that revealed the very dissatisfying (albeit happy) conclusion that Murdoc is no Paddington and had lied about everything - being framed, El Mierda etc. - but felt really bad about it. His apology was basically this. I’m going to also tag the #FreeMurdoc merchandise debacle, how overpriced it was and how it ended up being pointless anyways because Murdoc wasn’t framed and didn’t need to be “freed” onto this, because it all falls under the same event. Oh, and you got to talk to Noodle sometimes, too.

9. G-shock ends phase 5

I put “ends phase 5″ in strikethrough because G-Shock on its own is actually pretty cool, and made up for the lack of videos (2 in total) that were released this year. The now Murdoc inclusive band goes to space and starts an alien war! That’s fun! Completely removed from whatever phase 5 was, but fun! (And I say that genuinely) What was messy about G-shock was that it came out of nowhere. The final Murdoc chat, that was SUPPOSED to reveal the ending to the prison arc, hadn’t even happened but suddenly, Murdoc was back to sell watches to aliens with the rest of the band and Ace was gone. But the final chat was delayed by a month and G-Shock came out anyways. Out of this came memes about how phase 5 ended so Gorillaz could try to sell us watches.

10. Cass Browne Tells us the True Plastic Beach Ending

We ended 2018 with not one but two major interviews from the fancast, Hallelujah Monkeyz but I’m choosing to cover their latest interview with Cass Browne, writer of Rise of the Ogre. If you were new this year you probably heard older fans mention ad nauseam how much they missed this guy name Cass. Well, Cass came back and dropped actual bombs about the true ending of phase 3, Murdoc’s lost backstory and the Plastic Beach book he found AND that a sequel to ROTO was planned and dropped. Understandably, this sparked a lot of discussion and also revealed just how important Cass was to the continuity of the Gorillaz storyline. Back then, we had ROTO and Plastic Beach. Today, we have “Murdoc drowns in poop and reunites with the band offscreen”

And that’s the year! And look I’m not saying this because I’m a stan but this was a Murdoc year. He was at the center of like, at least 80% of the angst and joy of fandom and I could make separate “top 10 Murdoc moments” or “top 10 2Doc moments.” I guess for me, on an individual level, it was an alright year. For one, I actually talked to more people this year and met some really great friends (something I don’t typically do in fandom). I also get to check “write a fanfic” off my bucket list (it’s still a WIP but it’s the first WIP I’ve ever had so I’m counting it). And personally, my life has changed and without getting into too many details I’ve overcome a lot, grown professionally and...I think I can be kinda proud of myself for that. I expect 2019 to be a slower year than this one, and, I think the fandom needs that. Hopefully I’ll still see some of you around because I’m going to be here for at least the next few months while I finish up you know what.

Honorable mentions: 2D “Dies” of Ligma and other 2D memes, 2D writes The Now Now, Benjamin Clementine says he regrets working with Gorillaz, Noodles old VA confirms Jamie ghosted her and recast Noodle without telling her, Gorillaz delay the final Murdoc chat by a month, Demon Dayz doesn’t get streamed, Music video releases - “Humilty” and “Tranz”, Cyborg Noodle returns with boobs and causes debate, the “Let Ace Speak” petition,

#endofyear #long post /#there's a 2doc mention in here just fyi if you want to avoid #not as organized as last year's that's for sure #but here it is!#again this is more for my records and tradition but also here to read if you want

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aala-13jellychocolate · 5 years

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THEY NEVER KNOW (Chapter Six)

Author’s note: This is my first time writing, so I hope you all will forgive my mistake and grammar too. I’m hoping for comments on my writing. If you like or dislike please feel free to drop a message. Thank you…

This story has taken little inspiration from Sehun web story “ Dokgo Rewind”.

Pairing: Sehun x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Mature, Language (sometime will be there), Violence, Smut (in future), Crime au, College au

-Sehun P.O.V-

I don’t know what I was doing. Everything from the moment I entered her apartment was happening instinctively. I was completely behaving like Sehyun, it is not that we were any different, we were 98% same, 2% which was different was only because I can fight and easily gets angered toward things.

We complete our dinner and dishes. When we were on the couch naturally, I placed my head on her lap like I know her for very long, It was comfortable with her it makes me forget that she thinks I'm Sehyun. My eyes were closed when she was stroking my hair and lightly patting on a shoulder, it was relaxing. While I was thinking about everything which has happened in the last three months. I asked her about ‘What did she do when her parents have died?’ after a moment she answer me, she told me about her time with Mr. Kim and Mrs. Kim and how Sehyun was there with her.

I cannot even believe when she talks about, my shy ass brother told her about his ‘Just for fun swaps date’ and she was participating in this nonsense. It leads us to tease each other but soon her teasing made me little irritated and jealous. I had submerged myself in the situation which made me almost cross my limit. I have pushed her on the couch and fall above her, our lips were just inched away from each other. I was so lost without even thinking I lean to kiss. Thank God doorbell rang before it happens, it made me come back to reality.

I try to control myself while finding out who is there in the door at 11p.m. when a male voice came from the door with the casual tone it made me angry a bit. In one moment, I thought about every possibly from ‘How he knows her?’ to ‘Does she allows her other male friend to come over her house at night?’ but when she took ‘Mr. Kim’ name made me shock and still. ‘Why he was here?’ ‘What I will say if he asked me something?’ and the mean question ‘DOES SHYUN MET HIM BEFORE?’ Y/N roughly shake as asking me to go to her room, hiding was a better idea then facing him. I run toward her room but stops in between, there was two room which one is hers, right or left. Y/N came, handed me two photo frames and push me toward the left one.

Her room was painted with light pink and blue color, dressing table, large circle bed (Large enough for three people) and with the large closet, everything was well coordinated with each other. In the side of her bed there was a table with lamp and another side there was two large teddy bear (Brown one with red heart, it looks little customize and another one was light pink) and there was one small bear of red color. I placed frames on the table and come back in the middle of the room. I started to regret my action ‘How could I get this close to her?’ Today again we were close to kissing each other if the doorbell wasn’t had ranged, I would have kissed her. I try to push away those though it was not right, I had no right to be here and it was just my second day with her. I don’t want anything physical but I just wanted to keep her close to me. I was losing self-control every second, angry and guilty build inside me, I was getting ashamed of my behavior. Tonight, I already did something which I shouldn’t do, wherever next time I come to meet her, I needed to be in control and being careful not overstepping any bounder but now I need to go before I lose control totally. When Y/N open a door, I saw my shoes on her hand. As she placed my shoes near the door, I give her a puzzled look. She took a deep breath and said “You have to stay here tonight” What? NO, MY FUCKING GOD. PLEASE DON’T DO THIS.

“Y/N, I have to go. I cannot stay. A whole night here it is too much” I said. She put her both hands on her hip, smirk in annoying while sarcastically saying “You cannot leave from the door but you can leave from window if you want” I nodded my head and said “Okay I will leave from window”, “Ah, so you want to jump from the fifth floor?” she said, I couldn’t reply, I can do it but Sehyun could never. She comes near me and hit in the back of my head I got astonished by it. My hand went to the back of the head, it was not strong but ‘Did she just hit me?’ ‘Did Sehyun let her hit him?’ My shy ass brother never let me do this kind of stuff, I couldn’t keep my expression in control and she did notice it. She took a sharp breath and said “What makes you think I wanted you to stay whole night? You cannot go because, just by my bad luck, if Mr. Kim saw you while leaving, I will be dead meat. Already Mrs. Kim is suspicious of me that is why she wants Mr. Kim to spend a night here. So, my sweetheart stops useless nonsense” I try to think about it, she was right she cannot get caught for my selfish reason, I wanted to meet her every day, I nodded my head in agreement.

She sighs then went to a closet, she was trying to find something. I was hardly able to control myself, but my eyes grew wide as I saw Sehyun clothes inside the closet, nicely hidden. She took out the blue hoodie and black sweatpants. That was the same hoodie which I wanted to wear, whenever I ask my dumb-ass brother about it, he always says he lost it somewhere. 'Lost it my foot’. He had made me the biggest fool of this world. She came back to me, handed me clothes and demandingly said “Change it” I didn’t reply and be still, she added “If you want to stay a whole night in jeans then go head” I just nodded and went into the bathroom. The bathroom was luxury with bathtub, again showing she was richer then. I changed my clothes then look myself on the mirror. Today was the first time in my whole life I felt anger toward my brother, he had lie to me. Okay, I understand he does not want me to meet Y/N but why did he lie, it was not like that I would have forced him to let me meet her. Call it silly but actually, I was not angry about Y/N, I was an angry hoodie thing and now I guess another thing which went missing must be somewhere hidden in this house. ‘Sehyun Hyung, if you would have told me that you a girlfriend and keeping all the spare thing hidden in her house, I would have understood. You Dumb-Shy-Ass’ I sighed and went back inside the room.

Y/N had a prepaid bed for us. Are we going to sleep together? it got a little worried, whatever amount of self-control I had gather has already started to crash. She took one look on me then sighed and said “Make yourself home, OH SEHYUN” she put pressure on ‘Oh Sehyun’ while saying it, I can see that she was getting annoyed by my awkward behavior, she passes me and went to the bathroom. I set on the edge of a bed. I need to talk with her and cleared thing out while waiting for her, my eye landed on a brown teddy bear with the red heart. I took it on my hand, he was wearing a white shirt, in the hand, there was a red heart with ‘I love you’ written, then I saw small ‘S’ in the corner and also heart made of plastic, like chocolate box cover with fur. When I open it there was a small hanging chain of ‘Sehyun & Y/N’ with smiling pictures of them in back. I swear on hell I never could guess about my brother being this much of a romantic person and he did love her, that much of love with made him spend money on making a customized teddy bear. He always said to me he loves me the most but still never spend any money on me. Suddenly I started to feel like I never knew him, like we are 100% different from each other, before losing my mind totally I put back on its place.

When she came back, I mentally curse The Fucking Hell of This World. She was wearing mid-thigh shorts and a tank top. I can feel the temperature rising inside me, I couldn’t help but stare. She went to the dressing table and started to put some cream while doing that she saw me from the mirror and said still with little-annoyed voice “Stop staring like it is the first time and go to sleep” I wanted to scream ‘It is the first time for me and I’m Sehun’ but I kept my mouth shut.

That was it I cannot stay I have to go anyhow. I got up and said “Y/N, I have to go, I cannot spend a whole night her” she come and stand front of me, make me sit and said “Listen please you cannot leave this room even if you go from windows, Mr. Kim will come to know. I cannot get in trouble because of your consternation” she was right about it but still, I got irritated. “Sehyun, any problem is there? Someone is waiting for you? Why are you so eager to leave?” she asked before I could answer my phone vibrates, I took it to see who is calling before I could, she comes closer, took my phone and throw on the bed and with an angry voice said “I’m asking you something”

“Nothing is wrong. I will stay but I cannot sleep in the same bed sheet” I said with annoying

“You cannot sleep in the same bed sheet. What do you think I’m doing here? Do you think I want to have sex that is why I’m stopping you from leaving? Come out your delusion and go to fucking sleep” she said with a small but with fully rage voice. Again, surprise me when she curses and her words which made me more annoyed.

“Stop irritating me and don’t stand this close to me,” I said.

“So now irritating you,” she said. I didn’t reply but make sure my expressions show my irritation, with one hand she thrust me close putting my head on her stomach and other hand grabbing my hair and said “Which part of your head you got? I think some of your brain cells had destroyed” while saying her finger grab my hair than all of the sudden yanking my head to meet our eyes and said again “You didn’t hear me before, I'm not making you stay here to fuck you, I’m making stay here because I don’t want to get in trouble” now I got so angry, I just wanted to hit something, as soon as her hands let go of me, I took them in hand on mine, pulling her toward me, throw her on the bed and I hovered over her and said “Stop speaking nonsense or I will find another way to stop you. Wait, or else I will make you scream so loud it will make Mr. Kim come running here” when she didn’t say anything, I lose my grip a bit but again got a surprise when she uses her full strength and flips me over, set on the same position as mine before and says “If you pull any stunt, I swear I will be the one who beat you till death. Now go to sleep and let me sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow. GOOD NIGHT OH SEHYUN” Work? Oh yes, I saw the same document about it in Sehyun laptop. She let me go and went to one side of the bed and lie down. I also lie down but go in another corner of the bed, as far her as possible from her, seeing this she turns her back toward me, my phone vibrates again. She got up angrily took my phone and turns it off and off the room lights, went to sleep in her side without a word and I just stay still.

After a while, I perceive what has happened. I was angry for nothing, she hasn’t done anything, we had a fight for nothing, it was just me if I wasn’t lying to her thing would have been different. I took a deep breath and tried to talk with her and wants to apologize “Y/N?” she doesn’t reply, I tried again “Y/N, did you sleep? I wanted to talk” again no reply, I was sure she was not sleeping, she was just angry on my behavior, I didn’t push it I will speak with her in the morning. In the corner of the bed, I settle myself and fall in sleep.

In the morning when I wake up, she was nowhere in the room, a watch was showing 8:30a.m. I started to look for her. She was in the kitchen, cooking something when she turns around her face, it said everything, she was not in the mood. Our night fights had affected her so much, I didn’t know what to say. She said “Have a breakfast I’m making and before you ask Mr. Kim left you don’t have to worry anymore” right now I just wanted to leave, tonight I will come back with some chocolate and apologized for my behavior. “Y/N let it be please, I have to go now. See you tonight at a dinner that time we will talk” she turns her back to me. “Bye,” I said. She also said ‘bye’ without looking at me, hurriedly I left without the closing door.

I almost reach down of the building, that time I realize my clothes and phone was still in her room. I need them so I went to her apartment again, the door was still open and burning smell. It made me little panic, I run inside to look, food in the pan was totally black. She was still in the same position as I left her but I could hear her sobbing. It was less than 48 hours that we met but I was able to make her cry.

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I’ve seen Six live and I didn’t like it when I first listened to it- I hated almost every song and now I love them all. I find the refrains catchy and they get stuck in my head very easily. I think the reason that it’s so long is that they literally tried to compile each queens entire life into them (the songs that are shorter are only about their marriage to Henry- like Get Down) Seeing it live gives it a completely different (1/2)

edge. Because then, it’s more like telling a story than listening to a bunch of extended pop songs. (2/2)

huh! yeah, listening to it, I feel like it’s definitely something much better seen live with the dances and with actresses putting faces to names. I do wonder if it’s simply a show that not only works better but was MADE to be seen in person, especially because of its condensed runtime and all; seems like something that’s supposed to be a fun experience one night that you don’t have to suffer through

I agree with you about the reason they’re so long… I think my problem is just that they’re long but also repetitive, which is, to me, a tough mixture to swallow. like it’s very easy for me to sit down and listen to the seven-minute song The Abduction from Great Comet because it has such varied beats and character points and plot, but All You Wanna Do, the same length, harks back to its same chorus so many times that to me, it feels like a slog. with the lives of these women, there’s, ironically, so much plot that it makes it harder to seem concise and connected, forcing a song-writer to resort to repetition to keep it connected. I wonder if there’s any way around this storytelling problem through music…!

(and comparing to Great Comet hardly seems fair, but I wish more storytellers didn’t really feel confined to chorus/verses style of normal songs. yes, Six intends to call upon pop songs, but… gah! I yearn for more variance! I wish even one of these songs broke from that three chorus pattern)

I think also sitting down and listening to them - the point which you made, telling a story vs. just listening to a bunch of long pop songs, makes them blend to me. the reason they’re not really that catching in my head is because I associate them very closely with each other. probably, for any at-home listener, is best after a few listens through and then really submerging yourself in content about actresses and its production history

but such is the fault of listening without watching a musical! & youre right, i dont think I can really blame it for not being good at just listening thru because there’s also dialogue in between on the stage! also because so much of what I’ve read is about the energy that the actresses exert on-stage (probably resulting in its large fanbase? probably also why all these issues about replacements and understudies are coming up… 90 minutes is in that middle-ground of both too short to be an easy run and too long to have an intermission, creating a tough spot for the actors).

anyhow, thanks for this message! love love other perspectives!

#thank you!#Anonymous #six critical

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okay imagine kleinsen in it too, not to be Kleinsen Trash, but. just on the side. jared mentions to alana that evan messaged him and alana is just “oh what’s bitch boy got to say?” like. hm. they’ve obviously been able to heal, esp if they were like,, Good Friends in college, they’d definitely help each other. bUt back to kleinsen. dude. jared and evan start talking semi-regularly again, and jared and alana have a whole deep conversation when jared asks “do you think he really changed?” (1/????)

and cAn you imagine. alana still being v ery cautious of evan, her and jared getting in a little disagreement abt jared immediately (not immediately obviously but way sooner than alana) being buddy-buddy with evan. would jared tell alana about his long harbored feelings for evan that have gotten ever so complicated? i think tf yes, and her being one of the few people (if not only person) he tells just brings tears to my eyes. after a while, alana becomes the natural wing woman she is.. (2/3??)

in the ultimate act of mlm/wlw solidarity. no more kleinsen i just love this concept. both of them being the other’s first Gay Friend, having been in the closet for so long? they’re the friends they have needed for so long? and jared inviting alana to get absolutely shitfaced like he did with ev, and they just have a good time? the first few times alana doesn’t drink much but can you imagine her just going off the RAILS for once? i don’t wanna be a bother so i’m done, thank u for ur time 3/3

djfsj lmaooo honestly like the idea of jared and alana becoming better Friends Due To Mutual Hate is always kind of a fun one...because they deserve to be friends anyhow, especially since after the tcp debacle they’re both kind of more alone in ways than they were even at the start of the year. it’s kind of an obvious complication that jared knows that the entire thing is based on lies (which are in part his lies) and that alana originally got invested in the whole deal when believing it was all true and reacting earnestly to that. it’s interesting that even when alana is definitely suspecting the story was a lie, she’s still determined to continue with the project, probably already feeling her own sense of responsibility in promoting the story and sort of making this commitment to everyone who supports tcp even though she didn’t know it might not be true. and then it’s not like we don’t know she ever stops reflecting on the contradictions and discrepancies and suspecting or anything. and i don’t think jared would ever tell anybody about what he and evan did, cuz that’s pretty much both their secret and if one of them tells about their own involvement they’re going to be telling on the other as well, and even if he and alana were closer, realer friends vs him and evan being more estranged, just gonna keep that secret eternally

but they do at least have the mutual gfy-type experience of being involved in that mess and getting screwed over by evan lol...and yet that wouldn’t have to be the only reason they could enjoy each other’s company more, because they totally ought to be friends, js, and could be friends based on more than just that shared experience

for example absolutely mlm/wlw solidarity.....it’d be fantastic if they got to be each other’s first First Gay Friend and get to have someone who knows about them and support each other...it’s great to think about that happening in high school when probably they’re more closeted Or about them becoming friends moreso in college and coming out to each other then. and just generally being each others moral support in so many ways throughout the kind of everyday experience of college, so that the both of them can feel sure they’ve always got Someone to hang out with and back them up, which would be a beautiful change from how things were in high school when everyone was feeling so isolated and insecure in any connections

it’s a super super interesting idea that jared might actually want to ask alana about what SHE thinks about evan and the idea of being involved with him again, what with how jared had some form of friendship with evan for at least a decade whereas alana never really was exactly friends with evan outside tcp, and based on that jared should feel like he’s the one with the expertise, but like, he DID get burned by relying on his own judgment back in senior year, and between that experience of their friendship deteriorating and what evan did to him and how they haven’t talked in however long, it would be such a neat thing if he really did want to know how what alana thought despite (or because) of her having sort of more of that Outside Perspective of not having known evan that well ever and also not being in touch with him for however long. especially since jared probably does have lingering Feelings For Evan and it’s hard to know whether he’s being misguided by that or whether there’s a chance it’s still something more genuine than just being sentimentally wishful. and thus wanting to hear alana’s opinions on evan and the whole Situation and what her perspective is, as someone who was also hurt by evan and who knows jared

and like whether or not it looks like there’s a chance to get back in touch and develop a fresh relationship with evan, it would of course be wild if jared tells alana he has/had feelings for evan. it might be a little tricky telling the story without disclosing anything he can’t disclose about the whole thing with the tcp, but also it’s a fairly simple concept lol.....and it would sort of be a big deal, like, this whole relationship spanning over a decade and this crush spanning who knows how many years of that time, and probably how it was tied in to his own Gay Awakening and just this big secret being carried around for eons. but unlike the truth about tcp, this one’s just his own secret, and she’d probably be the first person he told about it. and like if they’re on / getting on that level of Trust, you Know it’s a genuinely solid relationship. and just having someone who you can talk to about that kind of personal intimidating stuff is a nice thing to know

honestly drunk alana probably just has a lot of fun but still in kind of typical-sober-alana ways, just ramped up a little lol. and probably jared is too easily Sad Drunk so that would be a helpful other sort of influence lol....like drunk alana just thinks a lot of things are funny and laughs a lot and i like @nothingunrealistic ‘s idea that alana enjoys karaoke so these things go together well. they can absolutely have a night out and get smashed and its surprisingly fun and then later on after they make it back to home base they can talk all about feelings and life lol

plus yes re: college make-up kleinsen, it would be reasonable for alana to be skeptical at first, not to mention protective if jared’s over here being one of her first Real Friends, and then it’s even possible that if it seemed like things were going decently, she might feel insecure b/c jared and evan have that way longer history between them and everything and maybe if evan also became a Real Friend of jared’s again, he wouldn’t be as interested in his friendship with her anymore (especially if they’d become Real Friends after the disaster with evan lol), but i think that wouldn’t have to be too much of a worry anyways b/c she wouldn’t exactly only let that fester but rather take these active steps to try to make sure she was staying close to jared, and frankly jared would probably want to hang on to her extra close anyways b/c it’s scary and confusing and he’s also not sure if it’s just going to be another disaster. but then of course it could all work out okay and as it becomes more obvious that jared’s still in love with him and possibly evan is in love with him too, alana would do her best to be Very Supportive in like, really practical ways lmao.....but she would actually really like, think it was awesome that she was getting to play the good friend who gets to be a part in this kind of event in her friends life? like, considering how dramatic it all COULD be, it’s actually not that dramatic, but it’s all a very emotional matter and like, seeing that she’s actually pretty good at this emotional support stuff and that she can be a part of it rather than it just being like, oh we’re friends but i can only be close to someone to a certain degree and once it gets to the deeper more serious stuff i’m not going to be wanted, or i’m going to mess it up, or i’m not going to understand, etc etc etc like worrying she might feel like she doesn’t fit in in her own relationship with someone lol..........and like she can never have the sort of ~real friendship~ where they can do things like talk late at night About Boys figuratively and literally.......but anyways turns out she can

jared in turn is like “i don’t know how to back you up when it comes to dating because i don’t know how to deal with people and i’ve only ever dealt with evan but you have my support nonetheless” and he’s more like her secret sidekick than anyone who’s about to successfully play any active role in Interacting With People but they’re both trying to figure out how to be themselves and be able to socialize so like. as long as they know they’ve got backup on their side in case of disaster or anything, that’s a lot better than thinking you’re on your own.

#kleinsen #deh #no yeah thanks anon it is not a bother #love the chance to talk about them #jared and alana Solidarity #Anonymous

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tedddy-exe · 5 years

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Jonathan

Jonathan.

[Inspired off the movie Annie 1982. This book is an H20VANOSS. Other ships will be included]

Characters replaced

Annie – Jonathan

Sandy – Squirrel Bryce – Molly

Ryan – Pepper

[All other characters will be the same, others have been added. I’d like to say this story is in between 2010 to 2014.]

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Chapter 4

‘Intruder’

A car engine could be heard from outside, it was very loud. Jonathan looked to the front door from the main hall with a confused face. “It’s only Mr. Warbucks don’t worry now.”, and off went Grace.

“Bark bark!”, Squirrel ran down the stairs in the main hall, running past two men who were unloading a box and the camera man. He was covered in soap and bubbles from jumping out the bath when Drake was cleaning him. Jonathan grabbed the dog before he could leave anymore trails, a small smile fixed on his face. Jonathan watched as Grace greeted the man who came storming in, “Good afternoon sir”.

A butler also came out from one of the many doors in the main hall and held a tray.

“Did my painting arrive?”, the older man strutted with a bad attitude. “They’re just unpacking it sir”.

It kind of scared Jonathan, so he hid behind one of the pillars with Squirrel. The men that were unboxing something from the stairs were now at the bottom holding up the painting with a cloth when Mr. Warbucks came to a stop to look at it, they removed the cloth and there on the painting was the one and only, Mona Lisa. Jonathan looked closely at it from afar, it was actually really nice, but Jonathan thinks Mr. Warbucks doesn’t think the same as him. “Hm”, a grunt from Mr. Warbucks, he started walking backwards to get a far away look at it, Jonathan had too move over a bit.

“I don’t like it! Send it back!” He waved fingers. The men started going back up stairs to put it in its box, “Any messages?”.

“Uh, yes sir. Mr. Rosenberg called 3 times today, he said it was very urgent.”

“Everything is urgent to a democrat, what else?”

“Uh well-”

Mr. Warbucks bald head suddenly shifted its gaze toward the Mona Lisa, “Wait! There is something interesting about that woman’s smile, I think I might learn to like her. Put her in my bathroom!”.

The two men carrying the painting changed their route and headed for the bathroom. “Now tell-”

“Wait, I’d like you to me-”, “And send it up to my room at midnight!”. Mr. Warbucks moved around him, and the camera man took a photo of him, “Arrugh!”. Mr. Warbucks took the camera from his hands and threw it away, Punjab had come in not so long ago to watch the scene unfold, Grace let out a few cries of panic, “What the devil is going on here!”.

“Oh, Mr. Warbucks, the press sent him to take photos of your image!”

Mr. Warbucks angered face disappeared, and he put on a smile. “Oh yeah”, Mr. Warbucks laughed, “Pick him up Punjab and get him a new camera”.

Mr. Warbucks started sniffing the air, “Why do I smell wet dog?”

That’s when Jonathan thought it would be perfect timing to come out from behind the pillar, “Because we gave Squirrel a bath”, his face displayed worry, the man’s face reminded him of Ryan’s grumpy one.

Mr. Warbucks looked him up and down, “What is this?”.

Grace laughed slightly, “Jonathan, sir. This is the orphan who will be staying with us for a week”

“Orphan? What are you talking about?”, his eyes still trained on Jonathan, “Well, they wanted to take photographs of you sharing your home with an orphan, don’t you remember. Its only for a week!”

Jonathan watched as they talked back and forth, “this doesn’t look like a boy!”, Jonathan touched his hair, gosh; people really did mistake him for a girl too much. “Sir, Jonathan is a boy”.

Mr. Warbucks gave Jonathan another look, nodding. “So, he is”, he noticed his mistake.

Jonathan stepped forward, “I’ve got an interesting smile too, sir. Don’t you think you can learn to like me too sir? Hang me in the bathroom?”, Jonathan smiled big and his own joke.

“Take him back!” Mr. Warbucks yelled; Jonathan shrank away from him loud voice.

“But, sir! He only just got here!” Grace fought against his order.

“it’s okay Miss Farrell, we’re okay. Anyhow it was really nice meeting you, I sure do like your place”, Jonathan swung his arms around while looking around. “Thank you, Jordan”.

“Jonathan, I’ve already had swell time already. The car that took us here was as big a train, Mr. Warbucks, and Punjab put a spell on Squirrel, we made Drake sneeze, played your pipe organ, Squirrel got a bubble bath and well I’ve had enough fun to last me for years. it’s a very clever idea, a wonderful idea to have an orphan over for a week Mr. Warbucks, really, even if its only for your image, even if I’m not an orphan. I’m glad you’re doing it!”

Mr. Warbucks nodded, “I’m glad you approve”.

It was silent for a few moments before Mr. Warbucks screamed again, “Alright back to work!”.

Two men and Grace followed him, men holding suit cases.

“Oh, couldn’t he stay, please Mr. Warbucks!”

“Whatever, but only for the week!”. Grace turned to give Jonathan thumbs up, his goofy smile returned to his face. He was going to stay at a billionaire’s home for a week!

Rooster made chicken noises, Startling Miss Hannigan. Lily sat beside him, “Rooster?”. He stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Hi Sister”.

“You’re supposed to be in jail”.

“They let me out early”

Lily butted in, “in account of his good behavior”. Her posh accent burning like cigarettes. “I want you too meet a friend of mine, Lily St. Regis”

“Name from the hotel”, he expensive outfit was also burning its way through, so was her hair, bleached blond and frizzed up into curls. “Room service”, it is what Miss Hannigan replied with.

“Sis-”

The two began talking to each other as Lily started rummaging through Miss Hannigan’s stuff, taking some things and stuffing it down her bra.

“-So, I need money”, Miss Hannigan shook her head, she took a swig from the bottle she was holding. “But I’m sure Miss sticky hands over here could lend you some”.

“Excuse me?”

Miss Hannigan put out her hand. “Give me back my stuff, toots”

Lily rolled her eyes and pulled out the bracelet from her bra handing it over, Agatha coughed starting her boobs. Lily reached in again pulling out a couple of long necklaces.

“Right, Rooster. If I give you five bucks will ya take hotel and get outta here?”

“Sorry sis”, And they left. Miss Hannigan hiccupped, and she walked over to her bag to see her purse was taken. “ROOSTER!”

Upstairs where all the other orphans slept were wide awake, Ryan signing. It was odd, but he knew if Jonathan wasn’t here to sing, who would?

“Betcha he reads, betcha she sews. Maybe she’s made a closet of clothes for me, maybe they’re strict as a line, don’t really care as long as their mine. So maybe now it’s time, and maybe when I wake. They’ll be calling my ‘baby’, maybe”.

Jonathan felt wide awake in his new bed, Squirrel under the covers with him, he sat up. The wind has hollowing from the open widows. “This rooms bigger than anything I’ve ever seen”, Squirrel barked his thoughts agreeing, A plant fell over which gave Jonathan a fright, He grabbed onto Squirrel pulling him and running out and into the hallway, “C’mon Squirrel, c’mon!”

Jonathan ran his long nightgown following behind him, he ran into Mr. Warbucks’s office, passes Punjab and Asp who were playing chess just outside Mr. Warbucks’s office. Punjab placed his piece and leaned over the table watching Jonathan rush by, Jonathan could now hear Mr. Warbucks’s loud voice, Squirrel was the first to enter the door of the office then Jonathan who looked around the fancy room filled with decorations and more fancy stuff.

Squirrel was up at the table sniffing everything he could his tan tail flicking everywhere, Grace was sat in front of Mr. Warbucks’s table, writing things down as quick as she could.

Jonathan gazed upon the two, his nose scrunched up and eyebrows low, confused.

Mr. Warbucks spotted Jonathan as he came up to his desk, “What’s this?”, he asked, it was way past 12:30 and Jonathan was put to bed by Grace almost 3 hours ago, which would have been 9 pm. An early time to be put to bed but Jonathan thought it was just right for him, he was one to get sleepy very quick after a day of being such an energetic ball of light.

But he was having a hard time falling asleep without Bryce and Ryan. And because it was a new environment.

“Uh, Squirrel’s not used to sleeping on his own, he gets lonesome”. That was a lie, Squirrel was underneath Jonathan’s covers before running into the office after getting scared of a plant falling over, truth was he was the lonesome one without his close friends, he wonders if Ryan and Bryce are sleeping well.

“Awh, well, where were we?”, was his reply.

“Uh, advisers. Sir”, was Grace’s reply.

Jonathan butted in, “Are you getting a lot done?”

“I’d get a lot more done if certain-”. Squirrel’s barks interrupted Mr. Warbucks answer, “-Sandy, Scroll, Squirrel would leave me alone!”. But Squirrel’s barks were only getting louder.

“Hm, whatcha talking about anyways?”. Mr. Warbucks liked Jonathan’s interest and told him then shouted on Punjab, “Punjab!”.

He walked in, stone cold face. “Remove this animal and this young man with it”.

Mr. Warbucks started recording a message on his recorder, suddenly a smoke bomb came flying in through the window, Asp picked it up throwing it to Punjab who threw it over the balcony, where it exploded.

Both Grace and Jonathan jumped watching the thing explode, Squirrel jumped through the hole now in the window grabbing the hooded mans leg in his mouth, growling.

Asp then came out made a weird warrior cry, jumped kicked him in the face and then punched him in the stomach, all the while Mr. Warbucks kept recording his talk.

Punjab grabbed the man and pulled the intruder away into the halls to go back downstairs and chuck him out, Asp also followed, his black hair still slicked up.

Grace held onto Jonathan watching the man get dragged away, he seemed to be chanting something, but none could make out what he was saying, it was all slurred. Must be drunk.

Squirrel jumped up on the other side of the table were Mr. Warbucks ended his message, Mr. Warbucks patted the dogs head with a smile.

Jonathan looked around, “What was that all about?”.

“Well done, Squirrel”. Mr. Warbucks praised the German shepherd.

“Is that man trying to kill you?” Jonathan started asking more questions, “That’ll be all Miss Farrell”, And with that she nodded and pulled Jonathan away. “Come along dear”, She pushed him gently by his shoulders leading him back to his room, Squirrel followed.

“It is way past your bed time, I put you to sleep almost 4 hours ago”, She checked the clock that the past on the way down the hallway. It was now midnight. “I know, but I’m finding it hard to sleep without Ryan or Bryce”, Grace smiled at him.

“I’m sure your friends miss you too”.

“yeah”, Jonathan’s reply was sad. They had entered Jonathan’s room by now, Grace knelt and hugged Jonathan. “Go to sleep Jonathan, we need you up and early for breakfast in bed”.

She helped Jonathan back into bed, Squirrel seated at the bottom, she had just tucked him in.

“Your 16 and act too much like a 10-year-old on a sugar high, I’m literally tucking you in”, She laughed silently.

Jonathan looked up to her, “Is that a bad thing, Ryan says I’m to hyper”. Grace smiled even more, she kissed his forehead, “Definitely not, I think it defines you greatly. Now sleep”. She picked up the fallen plant, “Maids will clean up the dirt, Goodnight”, and with that she left closing the door behind her.

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little-writings · 6 years

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Hello! Jumin is well-known for trusting V's judgement in (almost) all situations. So here is my request: What if one day V makes a grave mistake that put MC in immediate danger, or even worse, results in her death?

Oooo this sounds like soo much fun to do !! I’m incredibly sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it but please know that I’m doing everything to get back on track for you lovely people!!

Anyhow, thank you so much for the request, and enjoy!!

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“Do you want me to come visit?”

You wrinkled your brow as the message came to light up your screen, a rush of excitement racing through you as you thought if only for a bit, that it was Jumin.

Until two things came to click in your head.

Jumin didn’t know where the apartment was located.

And that wasn’t his number.

It was the anonymous one.

You had thought initially that would be better to just leave it be, proven wrong when another text doubled with it.

“I suppose you don’t mind then?”

A chill ran down your spine, reluctantly reaching out to respond.

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“I wouldn’t mind, really.”

“I would.”

There was a pause of nothing – whether hesitation or otherwise you weren’t sure, but you swore you felt your entire soul lurch all the while.

And it only dropped when you were met with an answer.

“I guess you don’t really have much of a choice then.”

You froze.

You thought for a moment you couldn’t even breathe, nothing more than pure fear coursing through you like a terrifying poison.

The only thing you could think to do was to call Jumin.

You knew it was late in the night and guilt swaddled you horribly but in your shaking and horror, you couldn’t figure what else to do.

“J-Jumin!” You exclaimed the very second he picked up, failing to hide the tremors in your tone despite your efforts.

“MC? Love, what’s the matter?” If he had been tired you hadn’t the faintest clue, only a sudden worry drenching every inch of him from your panic. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I-I… I’m scared!” You sputtered into miserable coughs, scrunching up your nose. “Jumin I-I’m so scared…!”

“What’s going on?”

“T-The anonymous person who brought me to the RFA…?” You staggered to your feet, scrambling to check every window throughout the apartment. “You remember them?”

“Of course I do, what of it?”

“I think… I think they’re going to try and hurt me!” You bit your lip, holding yourself tight. “P-Please you have to talk to V! Get him to give you my address! Or let me go back to you! I-I know he doesn’t want either of those things but I don’t want to feel like I might die!”

Jumin inhaled sharply at your last sentence, doing his best to stay collected. “I will. Just sit tight for a bit darling. Everything is going to be okay.”

“You… you really think so?”

“I do.”

You couldn’t tell if he was lying or not.

But your stomach still managed to tie into knots either way.

You hadn’t known how long it took until Jumin came back to you, whether hours or minutes you couldn’t seem to differentiate any longer, the only sound in your ‘home’ being that of your feet pacing along the old floorboards in a constant, unchanging pattern.

Yet you nearly jumped when your phone began to ring again.

“What did he say?” You asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.

Jumin paused, the frustration practically oozing from him, grinding and hard.

“I… I can’t.” He muttered. “He said… he says you’re safe.”

“That’s…” You paused, your anger stacking and tangling into a vicious mess as you erupted. “That’s insane! How could he say that?”

“I… I don’t know – I don’t entirely agree with it myself but… we have to believe V,” Jumin murmured, having to keep his voice low. “He wouldn’t do anything if he thought it would put you in danger.”

“Then he should let me leave! I’m in danger now!”

“He said they’re nothing more than empty threats,” He returned, sighing. “Please, you trust V don’t you?”

You huffed, running your fingers through your hair nervously. “I… okay – fine,” You paused, shuffling your feet meekly. “Could you at least stay on the phone with me?”

“Of course.” He softened, simpering quietly. “I’ll be here as long as you may need me to be.”

“You don’t have to I mean-” You crinkled your nose, biting your lower lip. “You just… I don’t know I feel safe with you.”

“It’s no trouble at all darling,” He assured you. “There’s no one else I’d rather talk to anyhow.”

And so for a time you simply dawdled about your apartment, doing your best to stuff down your worries with love-laced words between you and Jumin.

You wished you could say that was how the rest of the day was spent.

But that would be far, far from the truth.

Throughout the call alone, your phone would vibrate and buzz only to receive little messages from that dreaded person.

“I can’t wait to see you.”

“How much fun do you think we’ll have?”

Yet none of those brought so much despair as that of the final one.

“I have a little surprise in store, I think you’ll like it.”

And each time you’d mention it to Jumin, his own pleading with his friend growing each and every time. Only to be met with the same thing as before.

“MC is perfectly safe and secure. If I knew they were in danger I would’ve had them leave long ago. They’re fine.”

You almost came to believe it.

Until your fantasy was broken.

You had been in the office when you heard a shatter from the kitchen up ahead, a jolt rippling through you.

You didn’t even have to look outside to know.

“J-Jumin…!” You lowered yourself to a whisper, shrinking back into your seat. “Something… someone broke in.”

“What?” You caught the sudden distress tangle into his tone, bordering on panic already. “How do you know?”

“I… I think someone broke the window in the kitchen-”

Footsteps.

You could listen to them creeping along the floorboards, a creaking pouring against the ground beneath you, inching closer and closer.

Followed by a voice.

“Hey, where’d you go? Don’t you know you ought to greet your guests?”

Your gaze darted about nervously, a gasp gliding from you as you saw the closet, rushing inside, stumbling to a collapse among your heap of things.

“J-Jumin w-what’s going on?” You whispered, tugging at your hair frantically, wondering if the mere thundering of your heartbeat would give away your secret spot. “V… V said I’d be safe! H-He said he wouldn’t let anything happen to me! D-Didn’t he…?”

Jumin’s words began to tremble, struggling to keep quiet despite his best efforts, eventually having to clamp a hand over his mouth to muffle the noise.

“He did, he did. I-I don’t understand, he wouldn’t lie to me… he wouldn’t! W-Would he…?”

He cursed under his breath, a rumble in the back of his throat. “You’re going to be okay,” He hummed, perhaps more reassuring to himself than to anybody else in his fright. “You have to be okay. J-Just stay quiet, and stay there. I have to call V. He has to give me the address…!”

You nodded feebly, shivering as though caught in a snowstorm despite your best efforts. A silent exchange of words you wanted to say, but too afraid to mutter them.

As though it would seal your very fate.

While you listened to the easing footsteps and distant noise as he lingered, Jumin was practically in a state of shock, trembling fingers pressing to the keypad.

“Hello?” V seemed confused at the initial silence, yet light all the same. “What’s the-”

“Give me MC’s address. Now.” He was cold like ice

“Jumin we’ve been over this I can’t-”

“You said they would be safe! That they have nothing to be afraid of! And I… and I trusted you!” He sneered at himself, gripping his phone tighter and tighter with each passing second, yelling. “But now someone is in the place you said they were safe! Now someone is threatening to hurt them!”

“I meant what I said, MC is fine you’re just-”

“I just got off the phone with them! They’re hiding! Afraid for their life! But if you had just let me know where they would be safe! They’d be happy! I’ve trusted you more than I should have but I’m stopping that now. So if you’ve ever valued our friendship, you’ll trust me now.”

V relented, albeit reluctantly.

And within a moment’s notice, Jumin sent help for you, the first rare bit of happiness blooming inside of him when you called him, finally able to give you the news.

“MC I-”

“This is affluent Jumin Han isn’t it?” An unknown voice crept in from the other side. “The one who MC stole the heart of?”

“Where are they?” He bit back a snarl.

“They’re right with me! Don’t worry we’re having a great time reconnecting,” The man purred, airy and content. “You haven’t forgotten that I’m the one that truly brought you both together have you?”

“Leave there, and never come back. That’s my only offer for you.”

“Is that really how to repay me?”

“I could be keeping you from rotting in a cell. I’m not willing to negotiate.”

“Then I suppose I’m not either,” He remarked, a peculiar coolness in his pulse that rattled Jumin to his very core. “I actually have something in store for MC! I wanted it to be something for all of us to enjoy.”

He listened while the phone was set down, the speaker set up to catch your smothered yells, the terror inside of you perfectly clear even as you were bound.

“You see, there was actually something your leader, V didn’t tell you.” He tapped on something else, a metallic thumping echoing to Jumin. “He didn’t tell you about the bomb. He didn’t think it’d be a threat after all.”

“He didn’t take me into account.”

The whole world stopped dead in its tracks.

Jumin couldn’t even bring himself to breathe or blink, only able to muster a few, pleading words.

“Please, whatever you want, it’s yours. But let MC go. Please.”

There was a brief period of silence before the man spoke again, bringing both Jumin and MC’s worst nightmares to life.

“As touching as that is, I already know what I want. I want this.”

There was a petrifying flick of a switch and the quick countdown of something he had never hated more.

The call was ended before he could hear the flames engulf you, or screams litter the apartment when you struggled wildly, tears springing from your eyes at the sounds of sirens spilling into your ears among the searing pain and crackling flames.

But it was merely a moment.

Before it all came crashing to an end.

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inexchangeforyoursoul · 6 years

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Luffy, son.... you are not supposed to serve tea this hot to people… (I wanted that to be its separate chapter, but it turned out to be waaay too short for that, and thus, a waste of ch numbers. Art incoming, too; because of that, this will be another “tumblr exclusive (for a while)” part.)

As I’m rather happy with this thing and it’s a halfway Law-centric chapter, I shall put it in the main tags. (this is a dumb LawXOC thing; this one seems to beee.... roughly 4500 words, attagirl)

This was the part that was fun to write even while unmotivated. I think y'all understand why. Now, for the less pleasant things, out of which I'm missing the next two or three chapters entirely… ho, boy. Now, this will be power writing. (Also thanks to anyone who might be here who might have written any of the anon messages I got to keep me going past this particular chapter???)

Ps.: do not ever sterilize your whole entire house if you have a kid. They are meant to catch things so their immune systems get stronger… and have work to do. Because if they don't, they get bored, and a bored immune system will look for shit to defend against anyway; this is how your kid gets allergies ranging from 10 pollens through animals to fucking SUNSHINE. They are meant to be sick a lot in the first couple of years, deal with it. And fucking vaccinate them, too.

31. We need to talk

8 o'clock; there's noone opening the door gently, nor is there anyone near-falling down the stairs. All is perfectly still.

Law drums on the desk with his fingers and sighs; he kind of saw this coming. Doesn't make convincing himself to go out and fetch the girl any easier, however. He's about as unwilling to seek her out as it is the other way round.

A good ten minutes later, he drags himself out of his room and up to the surface; it's relatively silent for a Saturday morning, but a lot of these idiots have been out partying, so whatever. He wouldn't be surprised if half of his crew was still out snoring on a bank or alley.

It's all the more scary when a masked rando pops up right beside him at the railing of the Thousand Sunny with a cheerful ‘yo, Kat’ as he starts checking on her whereabouts.

It's Luffy with one of those fucking… things. Looks like a cheap imitation, too. Seriously… if he didn't know it was one of these idiots, he would have gotten a heart attack. He's still way too jumpy in this body, goddamn.

“Strawhat-ya, honestly... does Kat-ya make a face like this all day?” he asks, with mild annoyance, pointing at his scowling self. “Also… take that thing off.” It's kind of creeping him out, now that he's taken a good look at it up close.

“Ah, right, it’s you, Torao… and nope, it's pretty rare,” Luffy nods, then plucks the mask off his head. “Found it between these big warehouses! Pretty cool, huh?”

“I'm not surprised it was ditched… Anyway, if even you can tell that much, then why do you keep mixing us up?” It's been like… no, not ‘like,’ it HAS been a week, for fuck's sake.

“Well, hugger you is definitely not you you, but otherwise... both Kat and Torao are worried, sad or angry most of the time, so it's hard to tell them apart, to be honest,” he states wondering as he drops the prop on deck with relative care and puts his hands on the back of his head to lounge at the railing. “Like today. And, whenever they are really tired, it feels like the prickly needle thing you get when your leg falls asleep. Everyone else tends to be more like... slow waves, when you stand in water.” He stretches one leg out and flaps the sandal to his soles.

“Huh?” What? Being talked about in third person is also weird, but… excuse him?

“The feel you two give off is pretty similar is all. Though I guess Kat is also more tense overall, at least she used to be. And she has a lot of weird jokes. That I usually don’t get,” he squints. Whenever the others find something she said funny and he doesn't get it, he feels left out, really.

“No, I mean… what would she be pissed off at?” And sad. And tense… He won't even try comprehending that other stuff. Anyhow, she can be the very literal definition of a nervous system at times, that's for sure. The very first thing he knew about her was that she was either really nonchalant about something, or about to have a panic attack, after all. And not exactly in the situations that matched those reactions... she shrugged off a date with the Reaper, but was really anxious when Nami dragged her off to get her cuts and bruises treated by Chopper on board of the Sunny two minutes later. But... halt, stop. It just registered… what does rubber boy mean by him being similar to her?

Luffy shrugs. “Dunno and don't really care. It's not even directed at anything, though... which is the weird thing about it.” He hops up on the railing to sit, then crosses his arms.

Law sighs… his observation haki will never be on this level. And the way Luffy formulates it is akin to an 8-year-old giving descriptions of a dream, which doesn't help, either. Reading faces and gestures can only get you so far, doesn't it.

Scowling a bit, Luffy eventually comes to a conclusion. “Maybe she just hates herself.”

The surgeon is a little taken aback by that; going by what this dunce just said, it makes sense, but... “Why would she...?” he mumbles mostly to himself, also crossing his arms. Going by whatever he could gather from Shachi and the rumors from her time in the dining hall, it did cross his mind that she might have some self esteem issues, that’s why he decided to be better safe than sorry and basically walk on eggshells when dealing with her. How she acts in general can support the idea, too, when considering some traits from another point of view…

“You are the one hanging out with her all the time, so why do you ask me?” Luffy pouts. The expression turns into a thoughtful one soon, then turns into mild worry. “… do you hate yourself, Torao?”

In the blink of an eye, he and his body (that’s worryingly cold in the first place) both realize that it’s like twelve degrees Celsius at best outside, and that not taking a sweater over a thin undergarment and breezy, medium sleeved shirt was a Mistake™. “You're… overthinking it,” he responds while waving dismissively.

“Really? That's a relief!” the other captain sighs and puts a smile back on.

“... yeah.” Perhaps it all boils down to her having a similar way to handle her emotions? She did keep being in pain a secret, which is something he does, so that's one thing they have in common. But goddammit, Strawhat… don't just say things like this all of a sudden.

He peeks then up towards the garden, where rhythmic little thuds have been disturbing the silence for the past minute. They really ought to talk.

Right now.

This is much easier to do once Nami appears from the direction Kat could be, as the navigator won’t let her captain go alone and get himself lost again in town when latter declares his intention to go back, even despite his excuses of being able to see the Sunny from the church tower when it’s not dark. Having gotten rid of Luffy surprisingly quick this way, Law stops on the stairs as soon as he’s high enough to look around. He peeks towards where he suspects her being, and indeed, the noise that started somewhere down the line was caused by a dazed Kat. He weighs his options for a moment; on one hand, taking some time off is a reasonable way to handle this. On the other… if he leaves this up to the girl, she may never show her face again, which is no viable route for him to take. He’ll definitely have to take initiative.

Noticing the light steps closing in on her, Kat stops drumming her heels against the ship.

Law sighs. “Look…. I know I’m making you uncomfortable right now, but I really kind of need my body back as soon as possible.” … maybe not the best start, but he got the point across.

After a short pause, Kat bonks her head into the wooden pillar in front of her with considerable power, and takes a long, sharp breath.

Law watches in perturbed bafflement. Um… maybe… it was a bad start, after all.

“I’ll manage,” she sighs, straightening herself at once. “It’s hard to ignore, and cuts my productivity in half, but… is, what it is. I’ve kind of made peace with telling my boss as-is, too, so that won’t be bothering me.” She pauses the fast rant for a moment to cut the speed, and stares into the waves licking away at the side of the ship. She had enough time to think about this somewhat objectively during her short-ish wake around midnight and later in the morning. “And you… shouldn’t have to worry about it, either. Once you're all gone for good, it will fade away soon. Knowing myself, I might not even be able to remember your name in a few months, anyway,” she shrugs all limp. “I’m no good with names, so… it would be nothing new.” It’s a famous and super simple name that’s not hard to catch, so she likely will. Maybe even his surname, since it’s a funny one. No promises, though.

… twisting knives much? Sheesh, he never suspected her of being capable of such… savagery. And he thought Luffy was being blunt today… Generally, he likes both of their honesty quite a lot, but Kat saying that he’ll be deleted from mind as soon as he’ll be out of sight is… a bit too much. And frankly, it hurts like a bitch. If he was in any way unsure about how he felt about her until this, well... there are no doubts about it now. He better keeps all of this to himself, though.

After all... it really is for the best. Technically, good news, even. And he also gets her; it’s the pragmatic thing to do. Having any kind of amiable relationship with a pirate is not exactly easy. There's no sure way to reach them, and sending messages to someone endangers that person. Hell, they all could die the day after setting sail for all he knows. A part of him has an even deeper understanding of what she means… it's not about worrying about anyone getting killed, quite the contrary. She's sheltering herself from getting hurt, by simply staying indifferent. He handles strangers the same way, and did the same for the longest time while with the Family: laughing whenever he felt like it... helping if he wanted to, or if he had to... generally enjoying the company, but not building any meaningful relationships. The question is, though... how did she get there, to this mindset? Few normal people do that. It could be just the way she’s always been, but considering how much she strives to please people around her, and how sensitive she seems to be to other’s moods in the first place…

Who hurt her?

Getting no response and feeling his eyes on her back is getting to her fast; Kat puts her head back against the pole and continues. “... Sorry, that sounds... really mean... but I suck at keeping in touch anyway. People just... come and go?” She shrugs, then starts to swing her legs again, until her heels hit the ship and she stops with limbs still flailing about. “I have no idea what my kinda-friends from high school or college are up to, either. Even when I think about fun times and miss someone… I never sit down and write a letter or go visit. I don’t get any further than grabbing a pen, but… what even are the chances they still live where they used to, huh?” She puts on a bitter smile that fades away fast. “Am I... a bad person? For that?” Her voice is unstable and hoarse at this point. She takes a shaky breath, followed by a gulp.

“... no, you're not.” Not being able to keep up with people is okay. Being stuck in a cage of her own making is, though. He takes a moment of consideration, then joins her at the railing.

Kat stares down to where her hands should be through the white pillar as Law plops down, then speaks up after a short pause while holding back a sniffle. ”The other week, I was wondering... why none of them tried to hit me up, either. Ever. I guess I'm just... that insignificant...” The sniff escapes and she also needs to wipe off a tear.

“…” He didn’t plan on joining a therapy session, nor doing anything else past talking, but a good old shoulder pat is definitely warranted here, so that’s what he does. Realizing that the cold hand made her shiver is too little, too late, so he just rolls with it. “Now, now… you know like a dozen of infamous people as of last Tuesday, so that automatically makes you count for something.” Her self esteem really seems to be in a bad shape. There's definitely some asses that ought to be kicked on these islands, because this is definitely not normal behavior.

Cannot help but crack a smile at that. “If you say so.” She rubs her eyes. “Sorry, I went off tangent again.”

“As did I the other day… and? Got it out of your system?” Seems like she’s bouncing back at least.

“Kinda,” she breathes after a pause.

“Just kinda?”

“…” She rests her temples against the railing again, even though it’s starting to hurt, bump she just made notwithstanding. “Every now and then, I keep thinking… how there would be someone in my place to do all the things I do.” Her eyebrows furrow. “If not now, then later. I’m just another pebble in the sea, and it feels… suffocating.”

“… I see.” Oh, boy… this actually sounds like more zero filter stuff, but without drugs to make it weird. Which is iffy, since he’s far from being a psychologist. Well, is what it is… take notes, analyze, and most importantly, watch your fucking mouth.

“Like, I know it’s the same for important people, inventing and doing actual, impactful stuff. Because, there’s little difference in the grand scheme of things, is there? It just doesn’t matter whether something happens today or in a hundred years. Everyone is replaceable. As is everything else. What I wanna say, is… wanting attention… at all… makes me feel selfish. Even when it probably shouldn’t.” Feeling the hand on her shoulder makes it tingle… she’d move, if not for knowing that he would lift it off again.

“… Um…” Okay… he might have stepped into this one hard. Aside from blinking wildly, because this has suddenly nosedived into deep waters… he needs a second here. The spaced-out girl he got to know in the past two weeks thinks about this shit regularly? She did seem less bubbly and way less excitable than she actually is at first glance, but… holy shit. She actually is pretty good at brooding herself. If he wasn’t so dumbfounded, he’d be impressed. “… wow, I… never considered the possibility that you could be a nihilist.” A very sentimental nihilist. That’s certainly what he takes from this. The conclusion is kind of enlightening.

She remains silent for a second, then squints. “... all I crave is death.”

Law lets out an exasperated sigh, then slaps her on the back of the head resulting in another light bonk. “Don’t you think for a second that I cannot tell the difference between you being serious and on the brink of grinning like an idiot,” he tells her off with the other hand on his hip. She may be trying to keep a poker face up, but none can do if she’s gonna use that overly dramatic delivery anyway. This woman, he swears to god.

And, as soon as the jig is up, there it is: the smile.

She reaches up to scratch the head area that stings a little after getting smacked. “Heh… sorry, had to break that gloomy mood.” Though, no lie, she does like talking about heavy stuff like that. If Law did not seem to be bothered by it, she probably would have continued.

“By willingly pissing me off?” Was that really necessary?

“Well… it worked, didn’t it?”

“Touche,” he breathes, crossing his arms. “But don’t make a habit out of it, if you know what’s good for you.” If she has actually figured out how to dig down to his berserk buttons, she’s playing with fucking fire, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she found enjoyment the activity. “I can fix myself up as soon as I get my body back, and rearranging your internal organs or face with, or without my powers, is not beneath me.”

She nods, humming. “I didn’t doubt for a second that you’d make a feisty kuja, alright. Will not overdo the gremlin act.”

“… good.”

After a silent pause, Kat stops rubbing her head. “… say, Law?”

He lets out a questioning hum.

“Are you in pain… because you were sick?”

“…” Is there a point to tell her anything if it’s so obvious in the first place? Oh well, she's asking, so… “Yeah. There are a few intergrowths I cannot really do anything with. Removing the lead deposits left my body aching at random, the bigger they were, the worse it is… you’ve probably noticed, but some areas like the left side of my torso and the right jaw are the main culprits. Those spots tend to act out a little even when everything else is fine. And I have additional god awful headaches when it’s too hot or cold outside and I don’t hidrate proper. These are honestly the worst aspects of it, no lie.”

“Act out like... Saturday evening?” When she first noted how something was a little off? It’s the only common experience they have…

He thinks for a moment. “Yeah, like that. The odd tissue that seems cancerous during a checkup, I can get rid of... but the fucking pain just won’t go away. Unless I kill off the receptors altogether, but that strikes me as an exceptionally stupid idea.” Even if it sounds really tempting at times. Maybe if he did it to his internal organs only…

“Wait…” Kat takes the first look at him today, and looks very much taken aback at that; “did you say cancer?” As soon as he looks back, she averts her eyes again. Seeing him, save looking him in the eye, is just… not something she can handle at the moment.

He blinks at the reaction, but keeps his eyes on her for a second. “Heard me right. Don’t shit yourself, I can deal with it.” Looking back in front of him, he adds, “I’m also legally infertile, but that’s the least of my problems.” He’s unlikely to get old, too, but honestly… there’s only so many times you can cheat your expiration date.

“Oh,” she says a second later. And sounds quite disappointed at that.

“... don't you ‘oh’ me. You can have all the kids you want for all I care.” As long as her plans involve someone else, that is. … aw fuck, brain, don't you have anything else to comment on?

“Oh, no, no, no, it's just…” She gives the sideburns a scratching; “This is going to sound so stupid… but you seem like… the dad type?”

Law laughs out at the ludicrous idea. “Me? Seriously?” Geez, that’s so… out of the blue. Even more so than the being married line. Never even seen him with a kid around, has she? They just tend to shit their pants right away. He needs to put a hand on his temples to process this a bit… and to make sure there’s no headache caused by stupid on the way. “God… the hell makes you think that?”

“Well, for starters… someone like Luffy would drop his toddler into the ocean by accident, which you would… not.” As simple as that. From what little she’s heard about Garp’s parenting… even if Law happened to be on the strict side, there is, like, no competition here, honestly.

A millisecond of consideration ends up in a concerned, solemn nod on Law’s part. He wouldn’t want Strawhat oversee children in general, or at the very least, not leave them with him all alone. He out-dads him in any technicality regarding safety and common sense, so that’s a score.

“You still could be fun around, though,” Kat continues leaning back; “Like… you would totally do something like sticking them to the ceiling as punishment for being bad,” she muses with a little relaxed smile, pulling up some average family scenarios. “but, unless you are obviously angry with them, they would love it instead. You could experiment with pretty much everything from floating to chopping them up, but all would backfire spectacularly as they think of it as just another game.”

“... can’t argue with that,” the notes, raising a brow. “Little hellraisers be like that.” Punishing a kid that's acting out, well… Best bet would be the basic ‘send them into a corner’ situation instead of getting creative, huh?

“You’d also be the go-to solution for homework… despite not being helpful at all.” Definitely trolling the shit out of anyone who’s trying to use him for an easy pass… yes, yes. Would come through when needed, too, she knows that much firsthand.

“Correct,” Law nods with a smug grin. He absolutely would be the most useless genius around. It would drive them crazy and he would be enjoying the hell out of it. If they legitimately did not understand something, though… that’s actually negotiable.

Having seen enough of his self-assured smile from the corner of her eye, she addresses him directly. “... get off your high horse, Law. You might be a little shit, but you’d also be out-bawling anyone at any milestone your kiddos reach whatsoever,” she states with an amused look.

“Absolutely not,” comes the indignant reply; “Do I look like the sentimental type to you?”

She takes a long, thoughtful look at his general direction. “Look… I might not be able to guarantee it, but as far as I’m concerned, you would transform into the worst mess of a doting ‘pappa’ there ever was as soon as you’d be holding your firstborn.” First day of school and graduations would be just as bad, if not worse… god save everyone if he’s around for a wedding. Him sobbing in a tux while trying to operate a visual transponder is not a mental image she’ll forget any time soon. In fact, she’s going to treasure the hell out of it. Even if she’s more used to him looking like her, so it takes some extra imagination points to see him in his own body.

Her chuckle earns a very unamused face. “I won’t even begin to try and imagine what you just thought of, but really? Really really?”

��Ve-really,” she states while booping his nose, then gets her hand pushed off to the side. “Honestly… you’re saying it’s very unlikely in the first place, right?” She ponders, scratching her head while sitting upright again. “You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t be all over a baby? Beating whatever low odds?”

“...” She’s probably not wrong on that one. Up to eight, maybe ten per cent aren’t a lot...

“And let’s not even get started on the naming process… You have at least…” her fingers straighten one by one; feather guy, little girl, baby’s grandparents, and who knows, who else? “four, if not a dozen they’d have to pry from your cold, dead hands before settling for anything else!” He based his entire image on one of these people, for fuck’s sake. First boy would definitely get that name, whatever it may be.

… not to mention the chances of a healthy child…

“And… little ones are always sick or some shit, right? You’d go into doctor overdrive. Give them checkups like every fucking week, and be staring from over the bathroom door to make sure they wash their teeth, and… dude, I’d fucking hate to be your kid, oh my god!” At least it takes him like point five seconds to sterilize the entire house instead of scrubbing everything all day like a manic housewife, but holy shit…

“Kat…“

“I have no idea how you’d handle feeding them in any capacity, though… you run, like, exclusively on a handful of veggies, rice, potatoes… and chicken… and fish. And, you suck at cooking.” And the occasional drink. Would he be willing and able to make legit sandwiches…? He has no qualms touching the bread, made those French toasts, so that’s a start. This kind of presupposes him being allowed in the kitchen like a single dad, but still, she can’t help wondering how he would tackle that humongous elephant in the room if the need arises.

“Kat-ya, stop.”

The edge in the word startles her enough to delete the train of thought altogether. “Uh… um…” Did she say something wrong again? Did she hurt him? Or insult him? Is… is he angry…?

He sighs, staring into the darkness underneath the waves. “I suppose… you are right,” he says a few seconds later, his head also meeting the railing. “I am… the dad type.”

She stares down at her now interlocked hands; the images she found so amusing before… look sickly and pale all of a sudden. A quick reality check has sucked all life out of them. Managed to fuck his day up again, huh?

“Dreaming… is dangerous,” Law concludes. The last time he did something like that… came with just another harsh wake-up call.

“… sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you.” Again.

“Eh, I’ll get over it.” However… he’s once again reminded of the fact that he’d been living to fulfill a singular goal for over a decade, and ever since he’s pretty much reached it, he’s been feeling… well, rather lost, to be honest. Stretch goals, like going against Kaido are a sufficient distraction at best. Sometimes he hears a little voice in the back of his head breaking through regardless before muffling it, talking about being tired of this life… bringing up the clinic of his own he's always wanted… having a home to return to.

Peace.

He knows better than to hope for any of that.

A single finger tapping his arm makes him realize that his eyes and nose cavity are burning up. This is followed by her barely audible, little mouse voice; “... Law?”

He takes a shaky breath and rubs his temples, sneaking in a finger to wipe away the half-ripe tear from the corner of an eye. “I’m fine, I’m…” he comes to a halt upon looking at her; “oh my god, are you crying?”

“... a little,” Kat squeaks after swallowing once.

Law snorts all of a sudden, then breaks out in painful laughter. The tears are also coming, but fuck it, because... while he’s hurting, this… also feels kinda good. Actually, it feels great. Talking about all of this… is great. She’s a better psychologist than he could ever aspire to be. Cafe girl… you are too fucking nice for your own good. Sincerely, fuck you.

As soon as the surprise wears off, Kat joins in, too.

After a solid minute or two, Law flops on the grass with hands covering his face. “... both of us… are kinda fucked up, huh?” he ponders out loud after the last couple of laughs. It’s kind of a dumb question; who even is not fucked in the head from all the people that he knows? He should have known that she was no different, even if the causes are still a mystery. No wonder the two of them can hit it off.

“I guess so,” Kat sniffs, rubbing her entire face that must be as red as it feels.

Sliding his freezing hands lower, Law stares skyward at the thickening clouds for a while. Laughing and crying are both exhausting… not to mention doing both at once. It feels like floating in a weird dream. Peaceful, even. Every weight has slid on his back, which is neatly supported by this nice ship made of pure sunshine, leaving him to breathe freely for the time being. He would say a ‘thank you,’ but it gets stuck somewhere in his throat.

He must be in really fucking deep, huh. Not that he minds, though… it feels really nice, after all. A little too much to be true, yes. But for now… he doesn’t want to worry about his short future. Instead, right here, right now... he just wants to enjoy this moment. As much as he can. As long as he can. To the fullest.

#opfanfic #opfic #one piece fanfiction #Trafalgar Law #Kate writes #KMKY

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This is it. Halloween 2017

So this Halloween (sadly) i will not dress up. But i will strip down, Ayyyyy!!

alright back to business. Sexuality, Identity, and least important of this bunch, Biological Sex.

This post is for my blog and to be written down. I am still closeted, which i only will tell people that i believe will not care so much about this info. Serisouly in my life, it isnt a huge thing for me.

So it has come to me, throughout this year i really shouldn’t say i am cisgender, and heterosexual. And for me that was strange for me to be so okay with. Yet it wasn’t of how accepting and how much i love myself. No. it is truly cause i knew i wasn’t but never went to go check up the lgbt+ shit, and didn’t care about this stuff. But here i am, caring about myself (how do i feel about that? ehh). Sexuality was never something i cared to bring up/talk about, but Senior year (high school) and im just realizing that from past experiences that, yeah, it is more complicated than - hetero, cis. Yeah no, mostly all my lifes explanations are paragraphs, or essays. long story short, This post is really not for the people who would support me (though Thank You so much) and also not for me to accept me. Again I never cared for my sexuality and i still dont, but since i might get asked, and i would like an straight(Hah!) answer.Okay so here it is…

Identity

A big thing this is. Most explanation will be put into this (not for people to believe me, just so its written somewhere). I want to be identifyed as Genderfluid, three genders, Male, Female, and Non-Binary. For friends on here, dont worry im fine with the pronouns and or whatever you all me. I enjoy no remembering that im biologically male, but i understand people wont care for me in the future. Plus about 17 years of it, kind of numbs you to caring about the pronoun game. So why identify as genderfluid and not be cisgendered? Well for me i am self aware that i depreciate myself (all the fucking time) and some part of it was, so i mustnt hate myself enough to realise i should accept the idea of me being identified as the other two genders. So i thought about, i hate most masculine shit. feminine shit? Love a lot of it! Shit with no gender? Cool as fuck. So why be filtered Josey? why not embrace this threepeice mofo?

Why do i believe myself to be these genders?/ Why identify as them?

picture a triple Venn diagram please? Male, Female, Non-Binary.

Why male? i WILL NOT degrade the beauty of the other two genders to have me as a full addition. (self-depreciation, i know, again self aware af)

Why Female? They all are strong as H E L L! to be apart of them, thats a nice thought. Plus ive had a front row seat of how most common men act towards women and i will not be apart of those asses(i am a different kind of asshole, but that is for another post, not the time right now) I never liked the way how most people talk about how lesbians are only hot and the they are sexualized, THEN! when they bring it up! everyone calls them crazy and disregards the actions of sexualizing women loving women.

Why Non-Binary? They have no need for being either common gender, Awesome! in my opinion. The fact that i never cared for my gender through my young life, speaks out to me, not loudly, but i know i barely care for the thing in between my pants, regardless my bio sex. In fact, i wont have memories of me being called specific pronouns and shit where i feel nostalgia over them, you wanna know why? Cause i dont remember being called a boy and enjoying it! i just remember having a great time with video games or walking around the houses ive been in.

Seriously days go by without me acknowledging that im male, so in my opinion no it doesn’t matter to me what people think of me, nor if they will support my identifications. Hence, Genderfluid, not trans, not just Non-binary. But three halves, to make a whole.

Sexuality

Alright the simpler part of this post. So when growing up, media, my family, myself, just thought it was okay for making me believe that: Yes! i am hetero! i like women! and it is okay how many are being degraded!

took me a second, but luckily i do not think that at all anymore. (for people that are going to argue me, realize that: too bad if im wrong! i aint changing this post for you!) Now sadily it took me tim eto notice how heteros i knew/ know think its fine how they think so lowly of the people they find sexually attractive, but opinions opinions! so i digress.

I am DemiPansexual (and probs demiromantic, not the time to figure that shit out yet.;p)

Demisexual- Part of the Ace spectrum, you are sexually attracted to no one other than people you have created such powerful bonds with, the immensity or lack of strong bond is obviously individual preference.

Pansexual- People sexually attracted to people whom are themselves as much as possible. See People, we dont care for biological sex, identity, or sexual orientation of whomever we feel attracted to sexually. Again personal reference is what you are looking towards other people (or yourself? who nows? some freaky narcissistics out there, @rapforeminem im looking at You!:p). For me, people being themselves the most, and me seeing them sexually attractive because of it- That (again for me) is someone living their life where they cant stop learning themselves and aspiring to be themselves as we all know, we gonna die soon. the fact is (in my opinion), People dont change, they adapt and grow. They become what their soul is. i believe that souls know what we will become, hopes that we discover all 100% of ourselves, i pray to know all of me, but im also scared, so i will not try to really go out for the answer, if it happens, it happens, and cool too. To see someone be themselves and embrace it, brightens my mood. seeing their bright eyes, makes me bite my lip (like a loser and/or fangirl, lol), it makes me feel good/ special to be there for it. it is special and sweet. anyhow, i hate seeing people as sexual objects, i know i very much did before, but for me, it was normalized! for me! i am justifying me right now, im justifying when i didn’t know that was not how i like to think and act.

DemiPansexual- So why use both? Well, i shouldn’t call myself/ use the ace spectrum to use for myself, again big respect for each one of them, because i have seen people that i didn’t have/ picture of having a profound bond with. And I love the soul of others, they’re so pretty! Especially when they are really unfiltered.

now because i am pansexual, doesn’t mean i have to seek out the entire soul of another to be even a tiny bit sexually attracted to them. That is my opinion. This Whole Fucking post is my god damned opinion, why type and post it? it will give me god damn peace broham. having something written, helps me cope, so in a sense, this helps me be me, acceot myself and my complicated sexuality/identity.

So for people whom talk, or want to talk to me (there is no line for that), and dont know how to talk to me aafter i come out, just notice, i never really talked about myself in these ways before! i never really cared, i am numb to how poeple just saw a straight regular boi. GOD do i wish it was that simple, literally over an hour typing this shit! But of course to end it,

Biological sex

i am boi

Alright that is it! Hahaha, okay so this is going out at 2:00 am in texas time, but 12:00am (Halloween) for westcoast of the united states. ill reblog during the day of Halloween. not to advertise myself, but for people that want a coming out post, and or support me no matter what (thank you again, love you lot) i identify as.

Oh and i understand that there are so many! so many spectrums and other shit, so if you read all this, or just feel like im incorrect and ou are in fact more intelligent in this subject than me and try to tell me “that i am actually something else”, or “there is a better title for you” i wont listen right now, im fucking exhuasted okaying this post as is, ill check on myself and the wikipedia if I feel the need to. And if you do not beileive or disagree with any part of my coming out shtuff, talk to me directly, no need to hurt my supporters, followers, people i follow, random Tumblr users, and especially mutuals( I Love you guys! MWAH!). Message ME that im wrong or dont exist! not the people that had no idea this post was being done! give me your hate! im cool with it! I Will allow it!

Anyway! Happy mother fucking Halloween California! Have a safe and fun one this year! and everywhere else for that matter.

#halloween #california #time #sexuality #me #coming out #identity #biological sex

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idealisticrealism · 7 years

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Blindspot 2x11 recap

(Aka the one where Keaton and Dr Sun face off in an exciting round of “~Whose Presence Is The Least Wanted~”. Spoiler: they both win.)

Delayed a little by a spontaneous three-day trip across the state and a few late shifts, but finally here at last. So thanks your your awesome responses to last week’s recap, and prepare for a large quantity of thoughts and opinions because damn this ep was actually good??

Noooo. Roman. My baby. Why must you suffer so much??? I mean sure there was the terrorism and the murdering and all, but... well, just as I don't see Remi and Jane as the same person, Times New Roman and Old Roman are also not the same. Plus, given that messed up childhood he had, his violence is kinda unsurprisng. And I just can't help it okay, he's my scruffy psycho puppy and I love him. And Jane does too, which is why she's always visiting him (FOR THE LAST 2 WEEKS WHAAAT. mORE ON THIS IN A SEC) and trying to make sure he's eating and getting some rest and just basically being the sweetest sister ever ughhhhh. But he's understandably starting to crack, being caged up in there like an animal, and ugh can I just hug them both rn

Okay this next scene is a Nas scene, ergo I don’t care about it, so I'm gonna just pause for a second and vent about this whole two-week-jump thing. Because you know what can happen in two weeks in this show?? Everything!! Like literally from the time Jane rejoined the team in the premiere up to the events of last ep (aka a total of 11 eps), only TWELVE DAYS had passed. (Yes, I counted). So let's think about this. This means that Jane came back into the team's lives 12 days ago. She met Roman 12 days ago. She was shot by Zapata 12 days ago (though you would never know it based on her physical activity... #tvmedicine). And wanna know some other things that happened in that 12 days? 11 days ago Weller found out he was gonna be a father (Allie was like 15 weeks along at the time, at best guess??), and Borden asked Patterson out. Approx 6 days ago, Jane kinda pretty much admitted to Weller that she loved/loves him. She found out about the baby a day later, the same day Allie was shot. (Again, not a hint of that injury any time we've seen her since!). Weller and Nas started sleeping together 4 days ago, while Jane's 'happy ending' fantasy (*sobs*), and her failed date with Oliver happened only three days ago. Then let’s not even get into the whole shitstorm of Shepherd’s trap and the team nearly dying and Patterson discovering Borden’s betrayal just a day ago. So are you seeing my issue here?? All these things happened in LESS than 2 weeks, and now we've just jumped forward that entire block of time and ugh what the hell did we miss in all those days??? I’m actually legit worried about what bad things could have happened/are brewing...

Aaand speak of the devil. Or devil-lady. Nas is apparently doing something shady (shocking, I know) and Weller comes to investigate, since apparently she's been 'sneaking off every morning'. Oh, great. You know what, maybe I'm glad we've skipped ahead two weeks, if these two have continued their... whatever the hell this is... during all that time. But seriously dude, Jane is back and you guys are actually on good terms again, why are you still with the rebound??? Unless... unless she's no longer the rebound but rather the barrier. Like with Jane back and their old connection starting to reform, maybe he's using this thing with Nas as like a buffer to keep himself from gravitating back to Jane-- lbr, he's the proverbial moth to her flame, and vice versa-- and so basically this thing with Nas is all just a way of protecting his heart by keeping it far away from the one woman who could truly crush it? Honestly rn that's the story I gotta go with bc otherwise I’m gonna get stuck obsessing over wtf is going on here with these two completely ill-suited people. Sigh. But anyhow apparently Nas used to get messages from this sign from the Sandstorm informant (did she ever look into how though? Like did the informant know or pay off the person who types them? Or did they hack in themselves? Surely that was a lead that should have been followed??) and so apparently she's still checking it. Also damn, the quote up on the sign: "The soul can never be cut to pieces by any weapon"-- very true about Jane, given all she's been through and how strong and incredible she's manages to remain through it all....

But anyway now there are two thug-like dudes just sneaking thuggishly amongst a bunch of shipping containers and lbr it's already a better scene than the previous one. And then a Distinguished Looking Man and a younger man (his son, I'm guessing?) exit one of the containers, looking Distinguished and Mysterious. Dude, I hope you guys didn't come from far away, bc that would not have been a fun journey...

Ooooh Weller's lady-juggling is apparently not going so well as he ends up missing Allie's appointment-- what's she now? 20 weeks, give or take? And yet that's one tiiiiiny belly she's still got... like okay yes, some women barely show at all, even well into the second trimester, but lbr NEVER TV WOMEN. TV women are usually always sporting one of those massive fake belly things so that we, the poor silly viewers, don't forget that “HEY THIS LADY GOT KNOCKED UP, THERE'S DEFINITELY A BABY KICKING AROUND IN HERE SO GET READY FOR IT TO FLY ON OUT AND MESS SHIT UP AT ANY MOMENT". And yet, with this show... nothing? Some slightly baggier clothes, maybe, but not even a moderate bump. What does it mean?? Are they sneakily trying to tell us that ~all is not as it seems~ with this pregnancy (like hey, maybe Allie even sneakily moved the appointment forward so Weller would miss it)-- or, am I just reading to much into things, and the show’s prop-masters were simply out of stock on the Defo-Preggo fake bellies and decided it didn't matter and we probably wouldn't notice its absence anyway? Seriously I have been super suss of this pregnancy from the start (mainly bc why the hell would it even have been written into the story unless for some kind of ~Shock Drama~ down the track) so maybe I'm looking too hard for hints? Lbr it's gonna take a fair bit to shake me from my 'Allie is a Sandstorm operative and is faking the pregnancy bc of reasons' theory. And Cutie Connor can totally fit into that too. But anyhow Weller is a sweetie and is trying very hard to be a Good Dad(TM). Oh, my son. Why do I strongly get the feeling that you will never even get the chance to be a dad to this baby. (*whispers* there's always your babies with Jane to look forward to, tho...)

Oooh it's back-to-work day for Reade (two weeks post-surgery really isn't enough for a physical job like his, but whatever I'mma overlook it) and omg he and Zapata having an awkward little chat and dude is this really the first time they've spoken since that terrible kiss? Really?? So there was just radio silence between them, two best friends, for two weeks while he was practically an invalid. Ooookay. Sure. On a brighter note, there was a rat in the lockerroom that Reade had named Whitey Bulger hahaha. That's adorable. I hope it was released humanely. Reminds me of the mouse that used to live in the wall of my parents’ house and its hole was right near the computer desk so I would feed it crumbs when I was up on the computer at like 3am haha. Ah, good times. Also okay hold on google says that Whitey Bulger was an infamous crime boss who murdered like 20 people. Ohhhhh and apparently he was an FBI informant, aka a rat. I wonder if the rat was white, too? Though generally wild rats are brown. But wow okay I am getting very distracted (lbr it's the secondhand embarrassment from this super awkward interaction, I can't deal so I’m avoiding the whole thing lol)

Phew okay now we can switch to a far more pleasing scene-- my baby Patterson is back at it, and I'm not even gonna comment on the bullet-wound recovery time. Just look at this restraint I’m showing. Anyway based on Zapata's very pointed comments, lil baby Patterson has refused to take any time off. Ugh. Though if I were her I wouldn't really want to be at my apartment either. I wonder if Borden left anything there... :( also Patterson still has a nasty headache, which sounds ongoing and is not all that consistent with the eardrum-stabbing. It could be a bunch of things, including lack of sleep, but... I wonder. Maybe Sheherd was sneakier than we thought. But for now let's just hope our baby is okay.

Looolll I feel like I'm watching a married couple having a fight over what's best for their kid or something. But lbr here if not for the pressure that Weller's facing to show that he's 'punishing' Roman somehow (seriously we know how Pellington fels about Roman, not to mention how all the agents under Weller’s command must feel about the man that helped kill 12 of their own), I feel like he would be on Jane's side of this argument. Although, he probably also recognises the influence Roman has over Jane, and might be worried that Roman could pull her away from him... but anyhow it's entertaining to watch these two in their own little bubble with Nas off to the side, just awkwardly hovering there like she's an afterthought. Neither one particularly wants her input rn but she has to be there, so... but then she suggests bringing in an 'expert' that she knows and that sets off instant alarm bells for me. DO NOT TRUST ANYONE ASSOCIATED WITH NAS, INCLUDING NAS, OKAY GUYS? THEY’RE SNAKE-PEOPLE, THE LOT OF THEM. This is bound to bode ill for Roman and Jane and like probably everyone somehow

Aw my clever baby has cracked (or re-cracked) an old tattoo, which previously had given them a random number but now correlates to a shipping container-- naturally, the very one that our mysterious duo exited earlier. And due to some handy camera unscrambling, we know that Distinguished Man is a supposedly-dead warlord dude that did a bunch of bad things and was actually indirectly involved in the team nearly getting killed in Turkey last season. Oooooh, drama.

So the kiddies are heading into the bullpen-- Reade joining Weller and Jane as they head together to the main briefing area. So wait how come Jeller were off on their own just then, given that the team was all just together down in Patterson's lab a minute ago? (*cough* quickie?? *cough*) But anyhow traces of nitroglycerin were found in the container apparently so ooooh bomb??? But apparently the company who paid for the container also paid a bunch of dough to some other lady, so the team brings her in-- and finds out the money was 'life insurance' from the death of her brother a few days ago. But hold on, she never even saw the body, said that he'd already been taken to the morgue. And bingo, this story is already throwing up a ton of flags. I can tell you from direct experience that when a person dies in hospital, a doctor (ie, me) is immediately called to certify them, and then we tuck them in nicely and ensure they look peaceful before we contact the family and allow them to come in. And unless the family is like hours and hours away, the patient will remain in their room until they've had a chance to say goodbye. If the family can't get there for a long time, they're taken to the hospital’s mortuary where they await pickup by the family's chosen funeral director. At any point in this process the family can still be taken to see the patient if they wish. So clearly, something else happened with this woman's brother, and someone paid off multiple hospital staff to make it look how they wanted. Definitely not easy to do. And now, according to Patterson, it turns out he was actually transferred elsewhere... this is all veeeeery shady

Ugh Jane going to Roman and using Borden's coffee example to help reach out to him. Ughhhh. And then ugh he asks her if Shepherd loved them and why she wiped his memory and this puts Jane in such a tight spot bc if she said Shepherd did it but didn't love him then how does she explain later that she herself did it out of love and aarghh. But her answer "maybe she thought it was the only chance she had left to get you back” is a good answer. I'm still sad that she had to lie to him about it, and the ramifications that that's going to have. Please understand, Roman, she loves youuuuu and only wants what’s best for you!

Meanwhile Patterson's found the person who last visited the dude in hospital, bc she's da boss. And then Weller asks if she ran the plates and she practically rolls her eyes at him, sassily gesturing over her shoulder just as a photo of the plates appears on the screen behind her. Badass. The team subsequently goes chasing the car-- which is conveniently like ten mins away-- and suddenly it's like we’re in the middle of a black SUV convention when the team surrounds the target cars, the two separate sides differentiated only by the fact that out of one set of cars comes our badass team with their big guns, and out of the other comes a murdering, bloodthirsty, terrorist warlord... and something much worse. KEATON. And lbr I will forever be proud of Jane for the fact that she has her torturer directly in her line of fire and yet doesn't even once struggle with the temptation of pulling the trigger. Because no matter what she's been through-- and no matter what Remi did in the past-- Jane is not a killer. (Let's just agree to overlook the whole thing with Fisher bc that man was an evil little weasel and deserved what he got). And then Zapata discovers a possible bioweapon in the car, ratcheting tensions even higher until Keaton is all 'chill, it's just a pilfered body part'. And lbr, Keaton is so damn repugnant that this is the only way he could ever steal anyone's heart. (badum-tish?). But omg then Jane tells Weller-- while staring at Keaton with bared teeth-- that he was the one who tortured her. And being the little shit-stirrer he is, Keaton tries to imply that Weller has known all along (actually only two weeks and 4 days, but who's counting), and Jane's trust in Weller wavers just slightly at that, given that he'd told her from the start that he hadn't known anything about her torture. Which was true, at the time. And now he quickly reassures her-- while staring absolute daggers at Keaton-- that he only found out in Bulgaria. I wonder if he's mentally reliving that last meeting bc oh boy I sure am. Ah, those satisfying choking sounds. But anyhow, it turns out that Warlord Man's son needs a heart transplant and the CIA is providing it in exchange for info about planned terrorist attacks. The traces of 'nitroglycerin' that was found in the storage container was actually from the kid's heart medication (glyceryl trinitrate, in case you're interested, though he likely wouldn't be on that medication for this particular condition. Also to get those traces around the container I guess he must have been doing a Great-Escape style boredom activity, just with throwing his tablets instead of a ball. Anywho tho Jane tells Weller he can't trust Keaton, and as he always does (or did, in the old days) he finds a way to do what she suggests that is also going to appear acceptable to the Big Bosses. Which in this case means inviting Keaton and Co into their base. Joy.

So not only does the team have to work with the world's biggest asshat, but there's an attack tonight that they need to stop. Zapata takes Anton the Warlord's phone and laptop to Patterson bc apparently she can't face the idea of interviewing him with Reade (come on kids, we're all grownups here) and everyone suddenly disperses, leaving Jane alone in the room with Keaton. I kinda feel like that's an oversight that Weller wouldn't actually make (and lbr he's always been super aware of where Jane is and what she's doing at all times) so I kinda feel like he is deliberately giving her this chance to face Keaton alone? He knows she wouldn't do anything foolish-- such as, say, try to choke him to death, like a certain someone-- and knows she needs this closure. And omg Keaton is now boo-hooing about missing his kid's basketball games because he had to spend his time 'interrogating' her. Damn, that's cold. He's literally acting like she wronged him. (Can I claw his eyes out now, please?? Since Jane is too good of a person to do it??). But well, at least Keaton’s shittiness gives us this scene of Jane storming into Weller's office. He's sitting and staring pensively at a watch in his hands-- what's the significance? Was it his father's? What am I missing here?? and she bursts in all angry and hurt that they're working with Keaton after what he did to her, which lbr would basically feel like everyone dismissing it as no big deal. But thankfully Weller makes it clear-- with his Serious Voice and turbulent eyes-- that he hates it too and even nearly killed Keaton when he found out. And boy, does that take the wind out of her sails. Yes, Jane, Mr Always-Do-The-Right-Thing literally nearly murdered a high-ranking government official for hurting you. And ugh you can see how much that means to her-- lbr with them, that's basically as much an admission of love as any kiss could be...

Aaaand then of course Nas has to appear to ruin the moment, because that's literally like her entire role on this show; Ms Shady Backstabber and Moment-Ruiner. And oh joy, she's brought her 'expert', who on one hand I am pleased to see is a disabled WOC, bc yes good tv representation, but on the other hand I wish she just wasn't there at all. That actress was great in Quantico though. Literally tho in the first minute the doctor has called Roman a 'prisoner' and a 'killer'. Biased, much??? I have literally treated jailed murderers myself, and the entire medical staff would always refer to them only as 'the patient' or at the very worst, 'the inmate'. So this lady is really already rubbing me the wrong way here. As much as I dislike her, though, I agree that Jane shouldn't be there for her assessment. But ugh I hope she can watch on cameras or something just so someone is keeping an eye on what they do to my poor puppy... but seriously tho let's all take a moment to appreciate how well Jane keeps herself in check like all the time?? I mean she's constantly copping crap from people and she just takes it with such grace (okay sometimes with a little less grace but generally very well) and ugh I just love her so much

Speaking of Jane, she takes her turn watching over Anton, and while the man refused to say a word to Reade, the sight of Jane has him opening right up. I feel ya, buddy. I'd spill my guts to her too. I enjoy that they bond over their mutual hatred of Keaton. Can I join that party? Also ugh the way he talks about his son not being like him, and being deserving of a proper life... kinda like Jane still deserves a good life despite who her 'mother' is and what she's done. But oh geez, his next line-- "You know what's the worst thing that can happen to a man, Jane? To lose a child." AAAAHHHH RED FLAGS RED FLAGS THIS IS FORESHADOWING I JUST KNOW IT. DOES THIS MEAN THE WRITERS ARE GONNA KILL OFF WELLER'S BABY??? DOES IT???? And then oh shit, the son dies (I am still sure that that line was foreshadowing more than just his death though) and the team is all like wtf do we do??? Naturally Keaton thinks the only option is to lie, which Jane strongly disagrees with, both of them turning to Weller, who brings them both with him to see Anton. Keaton gets in there and starts spouting lies-- only for Weller to step up and tell the truth, while also being genuinely sympathetic. Yaaaaasss my son taking Jane's side and doing the right thing, as he should :) And ugh she is so sad for the man's loss and tries to get him to see that his son wouldn't have wanted this. 'His ideals aren't like yours' oh boy does she know all about that. But even her heartfelt pleas can't get through to him (come on, dude, look at that faaaace) and so now the team is really in trouble... But as always happens when shit hits the fan, everyone turns to Patterson, who naturally comes through, tracing a phone that got a coded message from Anton's phone, giving them the lead they desperately need...

But while my beautiful and trustworthy team is busy doing that, Shady and Shadier are starting their mindgames on my poor lil caged lion Roman. Keep your devil-claws off him, ladies! That means you, sneaky shrink! Also if he is believed to be so dangerous and unstable, there is no way she would be that close to him, especially without any guards present. He could kill her in a single second. And speaking of which, baby Ian just stabbed the hell out of one of the other boys at the orphanage (the one that stole his coin), seemingly on the order of their captors? And in the earlier flash that we got, the guy said "Will you kill your rabbit now?" So these are two separate memories, right? The rabbit is really a rabbit, yeah? Like ‘rabbit’ isn't a metaphor for a 'target' or something right? Either way, daaaaamn, these poor kids...

Aaaaahhhhh we're getting another Jeller heart-to-heart moment in the caaaarrrr! I've missed these. I so wish Reade and Zapata were in the back seat pretending not to exist like they did in the good old days when Jeller were having a ~moment~, but sadly not this time. But ugh Jane is again expressing her fears about Roman's reaction should he find out that she zipped him, and I love this bc not only is Jane allowing herself to turn to Weller again for comfort, but she's also being open with him about her feelings, ensuring there's nothing hidden between them anymore (at least on her side. While I assume she's figured out the whole Nas thing, I doubt he's outwardly said anything to her). And ugghhhhh Weller doesn't hesitate to comfort her, reminding her that she has become a completely new person-- aka, a good person-- after her wipe. Yaaaassss for Weller acknowledging that Jane and Remi are separate people. And then ughhhh he says the wipe was the best thing that ever happened to her but lbr it's the best thing that ever happened to him??? That memory wipe brought her right to him, gave them the opportunity to know each other and fall for each other. Hers wasn't the only life that was changed forever the day she climbed out of that bag. But omg he's still not done??? He tells her that she not only saved Roman's life by doing what she did, but whatever hope he has left (of a life, of happiness and normalcy) is a gift that she gave him. Oh lord, help me. And then he turns to her and puts the heart eyes up to high beam and boy are they blinding. I'm legit gonna have lightspots in my vision for like the next hour. But ugh what I love most is that these are not his previous "I adore you and everything you are" hearteyes but more of an "I have done so wrong by you and though I know I could never make it right I will spend every day of the rest of my life trying" hearteyes and honestly JUST LET ME DIE. Oh wait, nope, I am about to die bc now we're in the other car with Zapata and Reade AND I CANNOT DEAL WITH THE AWKWARD. Save me. At least Reade is trying to talk it out like a grownup whereas Zapata is all but stuffing her fingers in her ears and going "la la la la I can't heaaaaar you" lol.

Thankfully, Weller chooses that moment to rescue us all (he probably needed a distraction of his own bc he was becoming too lost in Jane's eyes haha) and everybody pulls into a place that looks kinda reminiscent of the spot where Zapata shot Jane. Everyone fans out, including Jane, and I will forever be so happy about the fact that she's back out with the team and trusted with a weapon and they all know they can rely on her as a true team member and ughhhh I'm just so happy to be getting back to the real heart of this show. And speaking of things that are right at the very core of this show, Weller has managed to get himself blown up yet again, this time by trying to stop a dude who had wired a bunch of basketballs on a rack into a bomb. Bad dude gets away with a bunch of other bombs, and Weller gets away with barely a scratch-- which doesn't stop Jane from yelling his name in alarm and immediately running to his side, even giving us an Unnecessary (but sadly not all that Lingery) touch on his arm as if she's reassuring herself that he's okay. Ah man. You guys are killing me. While this season has certainly frustrated me in regards to Weller's actions towards Jane, it definitely doesn't disappoint in hers towards him. Ugh, my stupid in-love babies, how I adore you

Anywho the whole crew is on the site now (including Keaton, which literally everyone there/the entire world could do without) and they realise that though there's no major basketball games on tonight-- which of course our resident ex-gambler knows-- there is a youth league game on, aka the one that Keaton's daughter is playing at. And how do they know this?? Because my baby Jane is a freakin' genius as well as a badass, and she actually listens to what people say, even if those people are jerks and don't deserve a second of her attention. And so now when Jane speaks, everyone listens, which is why they're all currently bolting to the kids' game. And Keaton is all "he's doing this to get at me" *whinge whinge*, and Jane is all 'bitch shut up there's a lot more people there than just your kid'. But naturally Keaton continues to bitch bc he's Keaton, then even annoyingly brings up the whole being a parent thing, at which time Jane sneaks an almost-sad look at Weller, because freaking everyone has to continuinally remind her that the man she loves now has a permanent tie to someone else. Great, thanks, show.

But anyhow despite Weller having everything under control, Keaton manages to ruin everything as usual, getting his own agent killed and forever traumatising his daughter in the process. Weller and Keaton then bugger off in search of the daughter while Jane and the other two take out a bunch of baddies like the badass little team they are. Ah, so good to see them like this again. Jane splits off from the others to chase more baddies while the two of them try to defuse the bomb with Patterson's help. Bc when in need, always call Patterson. Jane's fight with the baddie in the gym is kinda hilarious, like at one point she sends him sprawling but rather than knocking him out she waits politely for him to get up before continuing their fight. Such manners :P Although given the fact that she then slams a kettleweight straight into his face/chest, maybe she’d used up her quota of good behaviour haha. Meanwhile Patterson shuts down the cell signal to the area, preventing the bomb being activated via the mobile phone detonator... ummm is that a thing that's actually possible? Idek. Anyhow Weller and Keaton find the daughter at gunpoint in the locker room, and Weller's all "I haven't got a shot" though lbr I bet that ‘Mr Exceptional Marksmanship Award’ could totally shoot that guy's exposed hand. A moment later he gets the shot anyway when Keaton draws the baddie out, and all seems to have ended happily until-- dun dun dun-- there's another baddie, right about to shoot both Keaton and his daughter!! Only to be shot by Jane first, aka my perfect beautiful princess who always saves any life she can, even if that life belongs to the piece of slime that tortured her for three freakin’ months. Hey Weller, take notes. If Nas had been in Jane's situation just then, she would have sat back and watched. No doubt about it. At least Keaton is man enough to genuinely thank her tho, to which she gives pretty much the much more professional-sounding version of "screw you, asshole" lol. You go, girl.

Oh boy. So you put Roman into an ‘MRI’ and are now basing your diagnosis on the absence of a perceived response to a few pictures. Good lord, woman, you must have gone to a worse medical school than Borden. I don't even know where to start with this. Firstly the scan you're thinking of is a PET scan, but you literally can’t make this diagnosis based on that anyway!! And honestly lady have you ever opened a psych textbook in your entire life, there's a whole bunch of criteria to diagnose Antisocial Personality Disorder and ROMAN LITERALLY DOES NOT MEET THEM. Even Old Roman doesn't meet the majority of them, and New Roman meets practically none. This woman is a CHARLATAN and I will not TOLERATE THIS DISRESPECT TOWARDS EITHER OF MY BABIES. Gaaawd. So now poor Roman is in danger of being locked away in a padded room for his whole life on the word of one woman; one woman who they know nothing about except that she comes recommended by Nas (which should be an automatic black mark against anyone's name imo) but also a woman who just told Jane-- aka Jane who grew up in Hell's Orphanage and has been through unfathomable shit her entire life including three months of recent physical torture-- and this woman just told her she can't possibly imagine how 'terrible' this Sudanese orphanage was that she visited once as a student. Good lord, can I slap her yet. Please. At least Jane kind of calls her on it, raising the point that she grew up in exactly the same way as Roman, but it's clear the snake-charmer's mumbo-jumbo has her doubting herself. Ugh. At least Weller doesn't seem at all happy with the idea of having to lock Roman up-- probably bc he knows how it'll hurt his precious Jane, and after allowing her to suffer for so much of this season he's finally gotten his shit together and realised she didn’t/doesn't deserve any of it and now desperately wants to make up for his previous ass-ish ways.

Speaking of ass-ish ways, Zapata has decided to grow up a little and reach out the olive branch. Thank god. She even apologises, which is impressive, because this is Zapata... although she still manages to turn it into a bit of a joke. I do love the "you're not even my type, though" (we know, Sarah is) and the "why, too smart or too classy?" Thankfully he calls her on the classy part, and yaaayy we are back to the sassy banter that I like :))) Brotp forever please. Also Reade aren't you still on pain meds? You shouldn't really be drinking... And then aww she wingmans for him (which would have been hilariously awkward if the girl had actually been checking HER out. Man, that would have been amazing). But then hold on writers, what is this little ~look~ she throws back at him?? Please tell me that that was just a slightly wistful 'If only I could love him as something more than a brother, who knows, we could have been a good couple" and not a "I'm pretending I don’t have feelings for you bc though I actually am in love with you I don't want to drag you down into the trash pile with me". Bc legit if the writers go down the path of the latter, I'm going to be so pissed. JUST LET THEM BE BEST FRIENDS, OKAY??? NOT EVERYONE WITH OPPOSITE GENITALS HAS TO FALL IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER, GEEZ.

Naw Patterson finds Jane sitting behind the mirror, watching over Roman like the loving-- and worried-- big sister that she is. And Patterson, bless her, my precious angel made of fairy dust and sunshine-- gently reassures her that 'psychology isn't even a real science so you shouldn't listen to anything the shrink says' (or something along those lines lol), and then ughhhhh when Jane is basically acknowledging that she has no power to fight the shrink's diagnosis because she 'isn't objective', Patterson gifts us with this: "Maybe that's the point. Weller wasn't objective, and he brought out the best in you. Maybe you can do that for Roman". And so the Queen has spoken: lack of objectivity = LOVEEEE, and love will set you free and all that jazz. But ugh Patterson I could kiss you rn (not like I would ever need much encouragement any other time, tho lol)

Okay if no kissing then could I at least write you a prescription for some better pain killers because I hate seeing you suffer like this (ugh Shepherd what sneaky thing did you do to my precious baby). At least the pain meds that she has-- while useless for the pain-- actually help her to crack the leopard clue. Wooo! Shame she had to get Nas involved, but at least she's telling Jane pretty much immediately. And because Patterson is a genius, she determines that the clue points towards a chick in some bikie gang, who is seen in a photo with none other than Roman. Guess we know what next ep is about!! #exciting

Oh joy, an Allie and Weller scene. I was totally just thinking that this ep needed more of them (#not). But oh my goddddd he's been nesting, setting up a nursery and buying a crib with the highest safety rating and trying out colour swatches for the walls and oh my lord this is simultaneously the worst and the best thing bc 'excited prospective-dad Weller' is SO ADORABLE but the circumstances and partner are definitely... less than ideal, shall we say. Siiiiiiiigh. And then BAM Allie's suddenly moving to Colorado with Connor and Weller cares too much about her to ever even consider trying to get her to stay and so okay I see two options here: either the writers are trying to make us think Allie is going to be out of the picture, so when some Big Bad Thing happens involving her and the baby, it'll be an even bigger twist; or, she literally does move to Colorado and the show very occasionally mentions Weller's interstate baby in future seasons just so we don't start thinking that the whole storyline was just a really protracted, mass-shared bad dream. Since the second would just be embarrassingly bad screenwriting, I'm pretty much hoping for the first option...

Well, there it is. Happy Blindspot Day, and see you for the (hopefully much more punctual) next installment!

#Blindspot #Blindspot recap #Jeller #oooops this is super late #at least AI'm done before the next ep airs tho?

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