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sarah-cam · 8 months

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Why do you hate Jeremiah so much/think Conrad is the better brother? Btw this isn't trolling, I'm genuinely curious for your opinion! 😊

oh boy this is a loaded question 😂 i am purely a watcher of the show, i have not read the books — and honestly, jenny han has literally said that the show is how she would write the story today vs over ten years ago when the books came out, so take with that what you will (also here's jelly vs bonrad)

i want to start this off by just saying i don't HATE jeremiah (i know i say that i do a lot but that's mostly just me being funny and i won't apologize for that 💅🏼) and while i honestly don't like him right now, i don't think he's a bad person and lbr all of these characters could benefit from some self-improvement via therapy. i'm also going to refrain from labeling any characters/relationships as "toxic" or "abusive" because frankly i think people (usually tiktok girlies that are clearly chronically online) overuse and misuse the term so that it's lost all meaning, and i'm not a psychiatrist 🤷🏻‍♀️ this is simply my interpretation and analysis of a tv show that i enjoy watching

if you love jeremiah, all power to ya!! i'm not going to tell you that you need "professional help" or to "reevaluate yourself" (like some people love to tell random strangers on the internet). these are fictional characters — they are quite literally not real and if you like some, cool. if you don't like some, cool. if you disagree with my interpretations, cool!! i genuinely do not care as long as you mind your business and stay in your lane

i'm going to say right off the bat that the biggest reason i prefer conrad is simply that i gravitate towards that kind of character, i don't know why but it's just a common theme among my faves

going into season two, i was/am team conrad but i honestly loved jeremiah!! that quickly changed and honestly when i rewatched season one, i saw the same behaviors and didn't like him as much. also, none of my criticism of jeremiah is meant to say that conrad is perfect and has never done anything wrong (even though he IS perfect and has NEVER done anything wrong 😜)

most of the issues i have with jeremiah all come back to one thing: his feelings of inadequacy and jealousy when it comes to conrad

manipulative: when he sees belly and conrad about to kiss, he sabotages it with the fireworks, then tries to play it off as an accident and like he didn't see them when conrad mentions it. at this point, he knows that belly has always had a crush on conrad but now he knows to a degree that it's reciprocated. he then proceeds to go out of his way to sabotage them, like when he goes to nicole and gets her to invite conrad to that music festival (which, also not cool to play nicole like that), though i will admit that conrad self-sabotaging ruining things with belly had nothing to do with jeremiah

guilt-tripping: this sort of goes hand-in-hand with being manipulative. on MULTIPLE occasions, he purposefully makes belly feel uncomfortable and guilty for simply being happy with conrad. some examples:

thanksgiving — she drops conrad's hand after jere stares at them from across the table, they separate and she intentionally steps away from conrad when jere walks into the room, he tells conrad to "warn him" when belly is literally just going to be there

road trip to brown — he is passive aggressive in the car ("we don't talk about you"), he gives her the biggest eye roll/side-eye when trusky mentions conrad being depressed over the break up, he makes her feel terrible about "not being there for him" even though he was literally the one ignoring her when she said she had been reaching out multiple times. i understand that they are best friends and he was also struggling, there's no doubt about that, but she is ONE PERSON (who is also struggling, mind you) and OF COURSE she is going to be there for her BOYFRIEND

everything since then — multiple times throughout the rest of the season, he gives belly dirty looks any time she merely breathes in the direction of conrad, he interrupts them anytime they're talking (like in the party store) with a nasty look/tone, he goes to belly after her fight with laurel to be "supportive" and then shuts her down when she tries to talk about her feelings simply because she brings up conrad (which was very relevant to the conversation so like??), he gives belly a dirty look when conrad GIVES HER A SWEATSHIRT BECAUSE SHE WAS CHILLY. she is immediately uncomfortable and self-conscious of her actions every single time, even when SHE'S NOT EVEN DATING CONRAD ANYMORE and none of the interactions were explicitly "romantic"

playing the victim: again, goes hand-in-hand with my previous points. not only did he know that belly has always had a crush on conrad, but he literally watched them almost kiss. then the next night, he tells belly he likes her and they kiss. then when she later tells him that she kissed conrad, he acts like he had no idea that she liked conrad and was completely deceived (this is not me saying that belly didn't do him dirty — she did!! and i DO truly feel bad for him, but they weren't dating and he knew full well that she was rejected by conrad immediately before they proceeded to get together) and throws the fact that his "mom has cancer" in her face to make her feel like a bad person. i get that he was upset, rightfully so, but that was still messed up. conrad also did NOTHING WRONG here!! he had no idea that jeremiah liked belly or that they kissed when he kissed her, was not angry when belly told him about kissing jere, asked her who she wanted to be with, and then respected her decision to not date in order to spare jere's feelings. jeremiah acting all pissy towards conrad was not deserved. i understand him being annoyed when conrad asked him for his blessing, but if he truly cared about them, he would want them to be happy together instead of spending the next few months pouting and ignoring them

jealousy: all of this comes back to the fact that he is extremely jealous of conrad. having an older sister, i get it — i sympathize with always being compared, feeling like they're better at everything, and trying to live up to that. he feels like conrad is better at everything and is everyone's first choice (which... he is 😬) but like... that's a YOU problem. conrad didn't do anything to him!!

the conrad of it all: he constantly talks shit about conrad and doesn't even try to understand where he's coming from, which i understand to an extent because he is justifiably hurt, but calling conrad the selfish one is literally LAUGHABLE. even though he may have been misguided, everything conrad did was to try to protect jeremiah from pain. he has had an immense amount of pressure put on him by his father (and others) to be the perfect one that is always looking out for and protecting the younger ones. he suffered in silence for months after finding out about susannah's cancer/adam cheating, both to give susannah the last perfect summer she wanted and to protect jere from everything. same thing with the house — he thought that he could handle it by himself and that it would be protecting the rest of them to do it by himself. he had to deal with all of the guilt of not being able to be there for susannah as much as he wanted because of college, and he literally had a panic attack at the thought of leaving jeremiah to go to stanford. jeremiah constantly bringing up that belly and conrad broke up (when it's none of his damn business and he even admitted he didn't know what happened between them) ESPECIALLY in regard to conrad not being around when susannah was sick because HE WAS AT SCHOOL and "always with belly" is so fucked up. everyone was struggling and doing their best, including jeremiah, and that was just not cool. belly's actions ("not being there for jeremiah") are not conrad's fault.

because of his jealousy towards literally every single thing conrad says or does, he doesn't care that belly makes conrad happy (and vice versa), he gives absolutely zero consideration to conrad's feelings when deciding to go after belly (also neither does belly but that's a whole other post). conrad has now apologized to both belly and jeremiah on multiple occasions and started doing some serious self-reflection. jeremiah has not apologized ONCE for the shit he’s said and done.

i have said it before and i stand by it: conrad wants belly to be happy while jeremiah only wants belly to be happy if it's with him

(and no, his conversation with conrad in the finale doesn't change my mind because i simply didn't believe him)

IN CONCLUSION, people are entitled to their wrong opinions but conrad fisher remains superior now and forever and he deserves so much better and no i don't take questions or criticism because i'm right

#answered #anon #tsitp meta #the summer i turned pretty #anti jelly #anti jeremiah fisher #this got so long and would've been longer if i went on about conrad but i cut myself off #also i'm joking about the questions/criticism #i will gladly talk about this with people if they're nice but honestly neither of us are ever gonna change our minds 😂#the jelly vs bonrad analysis is coming but will prob take until tomorrow lol #this isn’t even touching on his cringeworthy narration #that’ll be in the jelly/bonrad analysis #alright an edit to this is that yes i actually do hate jeremiah 🫶🏼

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majaloveschris · 7 months

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As an anon said in the past, if I were Chris, I would be really concerned about someone apparently from my inner social circle leaking info to blogs about my private matters such as wedding and house. If someone is actually leaking his info, he really should reevaluate his friends and the people he lets into his life (but well, he basically allowed a racist, antisemitic into his life so he clearly isn’t very smart when it comes to that). If the house is his I still don’t feel like he would live there and the decoration doesn’t seem to be his style (or even Alba’s style but she probably doesn’t care about anything as long as she keeps getting attention and we know she molds herself to what benefits her the most). If this house has the name of his trustee, does that automatically make it his? I don’t think Chris is the only client they have. Also, I read some people saying that the Carlisle house was bought by him in 2018 according to Tara’s page? She more than anyone should protect the privacy of her friend but she’s an attention seeker too so I don’t really have much faith in her.

I also don’t know why would Chris want to have pics of his house in a magazine like AD and then hold back because of “keeping his privacy”, he knows very well what would happen if he did that feature for AD so I don’t buy that shit either. L&D lying about the location seems weird to me too, because the damage has already been done since the beginning of this shitshow, why would they try to “protect” anything now? And if they lie that clearly shows how unprofessional they are and that they only care about the attention as well.

Sorry for the long rant but like everything else in this “happy and healthy relationship” seems the opposite and with a lack of sense

For now, this is the last ask I share about the Carlisle house. Some people in my inbox are going crazy over this topic. Not even their alleged wedding caused whatever this is.

We actually talked about this with a good friend of mine yesterday and how having those addresses on that site is really unsafe. I guess it works for her as a portfolio, but still. She could have all the other details but the address. I think she should've already removed it. However, I still have a hard time believing that anybody from his circle comes to Tumblr to share information about his personal matters, such as his wedding, for example. I always say this and will continue to repeat it, that even DM said that his circle is very tight and that she never really has anything on him or gets info. If somebody from his circle wanted to leak something, they wouldn't come to Tumblr. Neither would Justin. If they decided to betray him, they would want to do that on a bigger level. If somebody comes here and shares legit information about him or his personal life, I'd rather say that's his team, or if it's even somebody closer to him, they do it to plant something; they do it for PR reasons. A lot of rumors start here, but if somebody would leak something or do something to harm him, and not to help sell a narrative, they would go somewhere else, not here.

I also don't think that house is really his style, and I also doubt he would want to move into such a big house. The other MA one isn't one he is currently living in.

My very good friends explained to me that all the houses are owned by the same company but by different trusts.

If this whole thing was about "protecting privacy," having an AD article wouldn't have even crossed his mind. So they did the whole photoshoot, the whole interview, or whatever, and then he was like "Nah, I'd rather have my privacy with this one". I don't think that's how it works. And again, saying "privacy" and "Chris" in the same sentence is, at least for now, ridiculous. Since Alba is in the picture, somehow everything involving her has lost the privilege of being private.

Interestingly, this is the first time L&D cared about the mean comments and DMs they got because of Chrisba. This was definitely not the first time I saw them receive hateful comments because of them, and they clearly didn't seem to care about it, and now suddenly they even changed the location because of that. I don't really think that the privacy and hateful comments/DM explanations are working here right now.

And I'd like to ask everybody not to go to L&D's page and leave hateful comments or send hateful DMs. It's inappropriate; it's a bad thing to do. Leave them be.

#majaloveschris #chris carlisle #chris and alba relationship #chris and alba ad article #cevans-love

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looknstr8grzzly · 1 year

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Social media, twitter, and beyond

Social media and twitter has been in discussion as of late, and for good reason. I’ve been seeing lots of people say they’re gonna leave twitter and go on tumblr, or mastodon, or cohost and honestly, the idea of having to start anew on a different social media platform nowadays fills me with so much dread. I’ve spent a good latter of the decade on twitter and tumblr and I feel like both sites have kinda had some form of an affect on me negatively. Tumblr really messed me up in terms of trust issues and self worth and played into insecurities. Now that’s not to say that I regret my time here because I don’t, It introduced me to the person whom I’m going to marry in the near future and introduced me to some of the best friends I’ve ever had who I still talk to today! But when I think of tumblr I can’t help but remember some negative moments I had even though I don’t want those to define my time on here. Twitter has been big force in my daily life as of the past 6 years. I’ve made a ton of friends on there who I love a lot and I love getting to talk to them everyday. I also really love that for the first time It’s an experience where I feel like it’s curated and catered to my liking, I have a lot of fun on there but at the same time in recent years I have felt I’ve grown too socially dependent on it, and there’s so many times I will mindlessly look and scroll through my feed even though nothing is going on. Which has been getting to me lately and gets to a point where I will look at it at times I don’t want to such as when I’m at work or even in serious situations, which I know is not okay. I even get to a point where when I catch myself, I say or think “there’s nothing going on here, back out” and I do. Another thing that gets to me on twitter is that I really hate how it seems like there’s no middle ground on anything. Everything is so black and white and there is always toxicity and fighting going on, and people making outlandish and ridiculous statements which I see and they anger me, which I don’t want. I don’t want to be an angry or mean person, that’s not who I am or who I want to be. I’ve always wanted to try to be a positive person and be the one others can turn to when they might feel down and the last thing I want is for them to see me be bitter and say mean spirited things. This year I promised myself I would cut back on social media use and I feel like I failed myself on that promise. But these recent talks people have been making in relation to Elon Musk’s acquisition of Twitter have been bringing up this talk. I think I really want to try again at not being online so much and trying to talk more on discord or telegram rather than being on twitter. Also the elon factor does play a role into this too, I don’t like him. I think he’s a narcissist who is only extremely wealthy out of sheer luck (all the while getting that wealth from slavery and colonialism) and I don’t have confidence that he will run the site well, things very well could get way worse before they get better. I know this all might seem incoherent but this is a lot of what I’ve been thinking lately, and it has been making me reevaluate my usage of social media and how much I use it. I’m not saying I’m gonna drop it all together, I just want to keep it at a moderation and try to focus my time doing more productive things and socialize via other means. I think it would benefit me in the long run.

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clearalibi · 1 month

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Day 2! Upped 1.1 to 1.5 mph which is absolutely null but I didnt want to overdo it because I have a habit of doing that sort of thing. Saw the Greek god again, he appeared to do pull ups right in front of me eee, I really think he might be from Greece...Mel said theres way hotter but our tastes seem to differ pretty vastly except for Gerry. Eh she agreed Sam V and Ren are "cute and alright but not my type" so I guess Imma give her the benefit of the doubt. Still a lil mad she said that about Barry tho. He called himself a model and a legend on hot ones, scoffing at the title of actor..I agree when he said he doesn't seem like one of them. Probably cause he's an Irish wolf god or something. Mel had the audacity to say something shitty about his eyes! Oh I wanted to say something mean about Benson soooo bad, I didnt, I should've called her a filthy casual that would've hit.

But! I am not being empathetic enough. (If only there was a Naturo like individual to help me.) There is prob a lil envy behind her support. Even though I was helping her dream big looking at Gerrys studio home combo and having other combos discussed. After I explained to her what kickstarter and patreon was, fuck i gotta keep her young is 10 years really that much of a difference??? she expressed she wants to do something, but shes like i dunno all I have is crystals. Why didn't I fucking ask her to film my shit? Why would I trust my ex's sis over my bestie? That bich dont know me and when I vaguely asked if she'd help me film something in time for VDAY she assumed it was for her bro. Yet she couldnt be upfront enough to say I misunderstood no, she had to ghost me and fucking gatekeep really?!?! Sorry that too many people fucking triggers me and you decided to adopt 7 fucking kids. Fuck you hoe. You and his ma shouldn't have given off fucking Lannister vibes the first time we met, weirded me tf out.

I thought of Cat because it was the obvious choice, I wanted quality, this could be my only chance. I'm gonna suggest this next weekend, get a feel for her, she might get super into it. Then maybe I can mute Ren and show her Animal Flow because rewatching things with different povs of what to focus on is fun idc.

Now that I know how Mel feels about Brits idfk how to feel about her to be real. But I also need to lose this complex feeling of I LOVE HIM WHY CANT YOU SEE WHAT I SEE that I have.

I have been trying to be civil with my mom despite the fact that she pimped me out 3 times but the ex was the only one to get some. She actually paid my crush to do yardwork I shit yall not. I'm glad he did a shitty job, I'm actually gonna give him kudos to that...and now that I think of it maybe he was where my aversion to blondes stems from.

I was telling the ex it would be soooo fun, if the closest we can get to the next Eminem also got famous for roasting a mother figure. I swear I have tried to be the bigger person, but this cunt is still turning my grandmother against me. FOR NO REASON!!! BECAUSE I WONT LIVE UNDER HER THUMB. BITCH I AM 31. GET A LIFE!!!!!

Seeing how she handles her spiders I now know if I had any doubt, that I'm only alive because my grandparents mostly raised me...to their credit I don't think they brainwashed me, I think they saw how problematic my ma and her bros turned out and reevaluated themselves.

#moving the fuck on for now.#fuck her man whyyyy is she like this?#i could never see myself being jealous of dorian #...at least she said Dorian sounded happy. does he know who I'm talking to? she asked. uh. no.#why does that fuck with me?#..#why did i suddenly imagine them at our park #domestic shit again itsssss deplorable #i do not know themmmm #siiiighs

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pesterloglog · 4 months

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Dave Strider, John Egbert, Jade Harley

Act 6, page 6302-6323

DAVE: so weird being back here

DAVE: cant believe how long ago it feels since i lived in this place

DAVE: spent way too long wallowing in our own filth on that gnarly meteor thats for sure

DAVE: this doesnt even seem like my room anymore

DAVE: its like trespassing or something like im horning in on somebody elses life

DAVE: a life lived most sweetly though i will admit

DAVE: ahahaha the fuckin toilets still there

DAVE: i remember when jade put that there that is perhaps like my favorite memory

DAVE: wish jade wasnt crazy just makes me remember how much i miss not crazy jade

DAVE: or less crazy jade

DAVE: wait

DAVE: didnt karkat once say terezi ripped a troll toilet out of his house

DAVE: what is with girls and their universally constant tendency to rip out plumbing fixtures

DAVE: did i just accidentally crack another cosmic riddle or

DAVE: i gotta txt him and get confirmation on this asap

DAVE: actually nah

DAVE: i probably harangued the poor guy with enough of my bs the last few years

DAVE: ill just keep shufflin thru memory lane making wistful observations out loud

DAVE: you know it kinda chaps my bulge that people rip on me for talking to myself

DAVE: its like the most perfectly natural thing to do

DAVE: why are people so up tight about keepin a lid on their monologues what a bunch of stuffy pricks

DAVE: ive always found the sound of my own voice to be mysteriously soothing

DAVE: haha talk about an embarrassing sentence to say in earshot of an actual person

DAVE: well maybe not the mayor

DAVE: you can always tell the mayor anything <3

DAVE: hahaha this piece of shit is still here too

DAVE: didnt we use this thing like ONCE

DAVE: what a useless pile of trash in hindsight

DAVE: sometimes i think this game was designed by an idiot

DAVE: wasnt it called like

DAVE: the laserbeam intellivision or something

DAVE: id throw it in the lava but that would be a waste of melting

DAVE: oh yeah

DAVE: almost forgot about my ill beats from the past

DAVE: i wonder if theyre as ill as i remember

DAVE: ok i just pushed some buttons and verified they remain as ill as the day they were dropped

DAVE: ill have to send them to karkat he has always been an enthusiastic patron of my exceptional science

DAVE: i mean sure he says it sucks and maybe he even believes that on some pathetic sub intellectual plane of consciousness which gross philistines operate on their whole lives

DAVE: but whenever he gets a load of my hype

DAVE: i see him there

DAVE: tapping his foot ever so slightly

DAVE: i see him

DAVE: this poster...

DAVE: love this poster

DAVE: its like an old friend

DAVE: never even knew who these guys were or what their deal was

DAVE: never gave it much thought i guess

DAVE: doubt ill ever find out at this point

DAVE: oh well

DAVE: some things i guess were never meant to be figured out

DAVE: or benefit from any kind of elaboration

DAVE: not even years later

DAVE: just the way it is sometimes

DAVE: its like ive said before

DAVE: this poster is a hell of a mystery

DAVE: that i never even thought was a mystery

DAVE: and it would be pretty cool if somebody solved it

DAVE: but damn if thats ever gonna happen

DAVE: so thats a shame

DAVE: aw hell its my old dead things collection

DAVE: what a stupid blast from the past

DAVE: i seriously cannot remember if i was sincere with this shit

DAVE: i was probably trying to flex my underdeveloped irony muscles

DAVE: like the shrimpiest kid at the hipster gym

DAVE: why does my childhood room have to be such a predictable museum of embarrassments

DAVE: i dont know

DAVE: some of these things are kind of cool actually

DAVE: like from a standpoint of objective reevaluation afforded by the sobering maturity that comes with being literally 100% grown up now

DAVE: dead things are actually pretty rad

DAVE: i feel like if i was legitmately into all this then more should have come of the interest

DAVE: like there could have been like

DAVE: entire CONVERSATIONS about it that never even took place

DAVE: hey rose youll never guess what im excited about and have loads of dialogue to spill over

DAVE: whats that dave

DAVE: ancient mollusks

DAVE: hmmmmmmmm said rose

DAVE: how many bananas do you think this paw clutched back when it was alive and attached to a monkey

DAVE: dave i really must say

DAVE: this conversation blows

DAVE: yeah sorry

DAVE: maybe i could have really developed this interest

DAVE: maybe i could have been something cool as a result

DAVE: like what even profession is this

DAVE: a dead shit ogler?

DAVE: no wait

DAVE: probably a paleontologist or something

DAVE: i could have been a paleontologist

DAVE: instead of what i became

DAVE: which was

DAVE: uh

DAVE: some pajama packing fuckface from the renaissance fair

DAVE: that would have been the dopeness!

DAVE: eurgh

DAVE: the ironic selfies

DAVE: oh god

DAVE: now this

DAVE: this is some irredeemably mortifying shit here

DAVE: what was i thinking

DAVE: i dont know man

DAVE: i just dont know

DAVE: this is what seasoned veterans call "bad irony"

DAVE: look at this guy

DAVE: what a fucking novice

DAVE: oh who am i kidding

DAVE: i cant stay mad at that face

DAVE: ok this one is pretty funny actually

DAVE: ...

DAVE: eheheh

DAVE: hehehehe

DAVE: haha!

DAVE: hahahahahaha!

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

DAVE: WHY

DAVE: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: (gasp)

DAVE: WHY CANT

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: WHY CANT I STOP LAUGHING

DAVE: PFFFFAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DAVE: YOU WIN!

DAVE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

DAVE: YOU WIN YOUNG DAVE

DAVE: THESE SELFIES ARE COMEDY GOLD

DAVE: AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

JOHN: hi dave!

JOHN: what's so funny?

DAVE: whoa

DAVE: john

JOHN: what were you looking at there...

JOHN: hey, are you crying?

DAVE: what

DAVE: no

JOHN: ...

DAVE: i mean i was just laughing too hard at something dumb

DAVE: you know how it is

JOHN: heh, yeah.

JOHN: can i see?

DAVE: no its nothing

DAVE: where the fuck have you been

DAVE: do you remember what happened since we got here

JOHN: yes.

DAVE: well

DAVE: are you gonna fill me in or keep floating there in the most uninformative way possible

JOHN: uh oh.

JOHN: dave, i have to go!

DAVE: what

DAVE: why

JOHN: i can't hang around in one place for too long.

JOHN: let's catch up later, ok?

DAVE: john wait

JOHN: see you buddy!

DAVE: no dont

DAVE: john no stop turning into wind you fickle idiot

DAVE: dont just leave right away that is such an insanely predictable move

DAVE: i said get back here you slippery motherfucker!!!

JADE: hello dave

DAVE: god dammit

JADE: he was just here wasnt he

DAVE: no

JADE: how do you even know who im talking about??

DAVE: look all i know is egbert most definitely didnt just appear out of nowhere and catch me weeplaughing at my selfies

JADE: dave i know he was just here

JADE: i can smell him

DAVE: i keep my apparment misted with his odor at all times

DAVE: essence d'egbert

JADE: degbear?

JADE: what...

DAVE: no like the french pronunciation

JADE: ah

DAVE: anyway im just a lot more comfortable when my whole place reeks of nerd musk

DAVE: so that explains that

JADE: you cant fool me dave

JADE: i will track him down sooner or later

JADE: in any case it doesnt matter

JADE: i came here to see you, not him

DAVE: you did

JADE: come with me

DAVE: where

JADE: out here

JADE: we have some work to do

DAVE: what work

JADE: youre going to need to upgrade your weapon

DAVE: what

DAVE: you mean the deringer

JADE: yes

DAVE: i thought it was like the best possible sword

DAVE: or at least the best possible broken sword

JADE: that may very well be the case

JADE: but it will be useless against lord english

JADE: wouldnt you prefer a weapon that is capable of inflicting damage against him?

DAVE: uh

DAVE: not really?

JADE: of course you would

JADE: this isnt even up for discussion

JADE: now give me the deringer

JADE: we have all been traveling for three long years. what better way to celebrate our reunion than with a little alchemy? :)

DAVE: lots of ways

DAVE: we could have a jade goes back to normal party

DAVE: starring normal jade

JADE: HAR HAR

JADE: gimme the sword

DAVE: ok here

DAVE: how do we make it so it can damage him

JADE: it needs a special ingredient

JADE: something which represents his only known weakness, but hasnt been properly weaponized

DAVE: and you know what that is

JADE: i do

DAVE: how

JADE: i get all my intelligence on such matters from the old lady

JADE: shes had centuries to hatch a plan to settle her score

JADE: over time shes uncovered many secrets about him

DAVE: i dont understand how this is working

DAVE: is she piping all these secrets into your brain

DAVE: along with the evil

JADE: that is not relevant!

DAVE: fair enough

DAVE: i guess technically almost nothing is relevant to the dude youre barking orders to

DAVE: literal barking because of dogginess

JADE: bark bark bark!!!

DAVE: yes exactly like that

DAVE: thank you for participating in the joke

DAVE: now what is this special ingredient and where do we get it

JADE: i already have it right here

DAVE: oh yeah?

JADE: in fact ive had it for about as long as i can remember

JADE: it was right under my doggy snout all along

JADE: remember this?

DAVE: no

JADE: dave are you lying to me?

DAVE: no!

DAVE: ive never seen that thing before

JADE: but i found it on your planet

JADE: it must have gotten here somehow

DAVE: i didnt take your lousy egg

JADE: its not an egg!

DAVE: yeah well these planets are crawling with brainless lizards maybe one of them thought it was an egg

DAVE: and then brought it here cause its warm here and tried to hatch it

JADE: you really have a one track mind when it comes to certain things

DAVE: what things

DAVE: what are you talking about

JADE: davesprite was like that too... i just figured it was because he was part bird

JADE: but no, here you are going on about bird things too just like him :p

DAVE: come on dont compare me to him

DAVE: just cause i think its an eggy looking thing dont mean i think like a damn bird

JADE: mm hmm

JADE: and just because i have these pointy ears doesnt mean i wouldnt kill for some snausages right now!

DAVE: .....................

DAVE: do you actually want snausages

JADE: .....................

JADE: maybe ._.

DAVE: ok well snausages notwithstanding this is bullshit

DAVE: tell me how that thing doesnt look like an egg to you

DAVE: how is that not so obviously SUCH an egg???

JADE: its a cueball dave!

DAVE: i see

DAVE: so if im following

DAVE: then what youre trying to tell me is

DAVE: lord english has some sort of severe egg allergy that we are hoping to exploit

JADE: sigh

JADE: i see its still impossible to have a serious conversation with you, whether you are a sassy bird or not

JADE: i thought regular dave might have matured a little over three years but i guess i was wrong

DAVE: can we just make the eggsword already

DAVE: oh no

DAVE: not the legendary piece of shit again

JADE: pardon?

DAVE: its the fuckin welsh sword again!

JADE: are you telling me you have seen this sword before dave

JADE: how is that possible?

DAVE: i dont know!

DAVE: because i have a shitty quest is how

JADE: .....

DAVE: didnt davesprite tell you anything

DAVE: i found this sword in a gold cave and broke it

DAVE: then davesprite took it to hephaestus who fixed it and upgraded it to the deringer

DAVE: and sent that to me and i broke it again

JADE: you sure seem to break swords a lot

DAVE: i know!!!

DAVE: that has always been my thing for some reason

DAVE: now i guess it turns out my ultimate sword is really just a repaired downgrade of my previously ultimate sword mixed with a cueball?

DAVE: we just cycled right back to caledfwelsh like a bunch of tools

DAVE: that is the most stupid convoluted ass backward way to get a sword out of a stone i can even imagine

DAVE: i feel like somebody somewhere is having a good laugh over this i sure hope like the juggalo equivalent of fuckin loki or whoever the fuck is having a top notch riddlewank at my expense

JADE: :|

DAVE: you know what really gets me is

DAVE: this shitty welsh sword presumably consisted of those ingredients all along which just makes me want to travel back in time to perform a mutually assisted suicide with myself

DAVE: me and other dave can take turns suffocating each other with our own DUMBASS capes

JADE: dave i admit this is a peculiar turn of events, but i think you are overreacting

DAVE: jade this is STUPID

DAVE: my quest is a STUPID PIECE OF GARBAGE QUEST for LAME SHITTY LOSER FUCKHEADS WHO SUCK BALLS WHILE CRAPPING THEIR PANTS

JADE: omg

JADE: youve really spent way too much time alone with karkat havent you

DAVE: ...

DAVE: i need help :(

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watevermelon · 3 years

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Touch-Averse | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

✧ Summary: Physical affection was something you loved, and while Sakusa was not exactly the biggest fan, you didn’t want to encroach on him. You weren’t expecting your boyfriend to get jealous!

➳ A/N: Hey! This has been waiting around for so long; I think I steered a little too into the angst with this one asfdgfhj ;-; ➳ Tags: Angst with a happy ending, komori is a lil shit; ➳ Masterlist

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By all intents and purposes, Sakusa was the perfect boyfriend.

You were friends before through Komori since junior high and one thing led to another before the wing-spiker finally asked you out. You knew long before as his friend that he was averse to physical contact — even if it was under two layers of gloves.

No, the germaphobe kept everyone at a distance further from arms length. He wanted to keep things neat and orderly and straying from that made him uncomfortable.

And it warmed your heart that, despite this life-long struggle, Sakusa still let you into his world in little ways.

He would hold your hand through the halls of school (of course, you had to thoroughly wash your hands first and then get his personal approval). And, on lucky days like when Itachiyama won their practice matches that week, Sakusa would kiss you on the forehead openly in public.

All you had to do was vocalize things, keep the roads of communication between you two and he would respond. If you wanted to come over to his family home or vice versa — just let him know ahead of time and he would be happy to accommodate you. You want to go on a date to the arcade? Sure, send him a text and he’ll pencil you in for a couple days from now. A part of you also liked wearing his sweaters, the ones that plastered his last-name across the back. And on request, Sakusa let you wear his own to school.

Sakusa was generally aware of your needs and was not against being vocal about your relationship. You knew all about this prior to being his official girlfriend and had even found it endearing how much he cared about your personal health.

All it took was a look.

A single look was enough to plant the seed of doubt and make it take root.

It was after volleyball practice — you had stayed behind after your student council duties and went over to the courts instead of heading straight back to the dorms. You hadn’t told Sakusa before that you would be visiting, just popping in so you can walk back together.

You waved at the others, Komori noticing you first from the sidelines and greeting you. Some others from the team took notice beside him and recognized you from being friends with the second-years.

Between the break, you approached Sakusa’s pack where you knew he would go, happy to greet him.

He shot you the most disgusted look you had ever seen.

After, Sakusa had greeted you in his usual monotone voice. Voice clipped and simply drinking his water, Sakusa was there for a quick minute before returning back to the match without so much as a goodbye.

Your walk back to the dorms was eerily silent.

It could have been nothing, just a look that he always had in his resting judgmental grandma face. But for some reason it stuck to you, how mean his tone was towards his girlfriend of all people and how quick he was to get away from you after.

You tried to wave it off, give him the benefit of the doubt as you lay awake in your dorm room. Not saying anything to your roommate, you internalized most of your feelings and let it continue to fester below the surface.

He already didn’t like physical touch with you. But you had just greeted him, hardly pushing into his comfortable space. But even so, it was clear Sakusa had still been disgusted with you.

Was this what he really thought about you?

You tried your best to wave it off — maybe he wasn’t feeling too well that day? Maybe the match was annoying him? Maybe something just happened with his other teammates?

And so the next day after you were done with your extracurriculars, you dropped by the gym again just to see how Sakusa was doing.

Sakusa was quick to find in the crowd of boys, his tall height and curly black hair bobbing along as he readied to jump in the air. Seeing him spike, hearing the smack of power as it slammed into the floor, it always made you so proud at how fair he had come.

That moment didn’t last long.

No, it was pushed out by another emotion entirely.

The coach called the players on the opposite side, ringing them in to give some tips to them specifically. Sakusa’s side backed off to grab drinks of their water, the main manager running up to him with a towel in hand.

And Sakusa let her wipe at his face.

A small dab at his forehead and at the sides of his face and the moment was over. But that was not what you saw. You saw your boyfriend, your long-term friend, allow someone in his close space to touch his face of all things! You still had to wear gloves sometimes. And here she was, noses only inches away from one another, as she was allowed into his world.

What was it that made you so undesirable?

Was Sakusa annoyed with you? Had you been asking too much of him? You knew he was averse to the things you liked, but you never thought that it would push Sakusa away to this point.

You loved Sakusa and you had tried really hard to accommodate what he was looking for in a relationship. But was that really fair? Was he being fair to you at this point? Did he even view you as anything special, as his girlfriend?

Walking out the gym without a single word, you turned around with all intents to go back to your room and reevaluate your decisions. You failed to notice Komori’s wandering eyes that followed you out the open doors.

Your roommate commented that you looked terrible that night and was a willing open ear for you. You were grateful beyond compare, she was an awesome friend that you shared classes with and was alsoa member in the student council.

But instead of venting, you just relished in the tight hug she gave you. This physical touch was what you crazed and, while it had never really affected you before, it made you sad that this was something Sakusa would never want.

Was it really fair to have to schedule a hug with him?

Did he even want you as his girlfriend?

You internalized this hard and the it was hard to even look at Sakusa the next day at school, these thoughts only propping up again and again. What hurt even more is that you were actively avoiding the wing-spiker and it seemed that he did not even notice. Just went about his day, avoiding most people and sticking to corners alone.

But you were his girlfriend. He avoided most people but should that really include you?

Did he feel like you were suffocating him? You loved him and didn’t want to lose him. And so if he wanted space, you were willing to give it to him. But for Sakusa to treat you so cruelly when you were trying so hard - was it even fair at this point?

A text-tone from your phone permeated the room and you felt your spirits almost physically lift themselves up at the prospect of Sakusa reaching out to you.

But his text only made your heart drop.

Give me back my sweater already. Sakusa’s words read, Don’t you have your own?

And suddenly your thoughts of doubt were solidified as fact in your mind.

Grabbing the sweater from your bedside, you almost cried as you folded it up. Sakusa’s terms of endearment were few and far between, you wearing his sweater was one of the few things you could compromise on. And now he did not even want that.

You went about your morning weakly, going into Sakusa’s homeroom and leaving the sweater in a bag there. Alongside it was only a small note that you did not have time to wash it while it was in the bag. You did not wait a moment longer, dropping off the package and hoping to avoid him the rest of the day.

And throughout the school hours, you were doing a good job. During lunch you were able to avoid spending time with both Sakusa and Komori, leaving your classroom the moment the teacher dismissed you and retreating to the outside area behind school. Would it do you any good to confront Sakusa over something that he probably did not even care about? Was he planning on breaking up with you?

These thoughts only continued to plague you throughout the day and the more you continued to ponder on it - the worse it got. Maybe he always viewed you this way, just humoring your relationship for the sake of your friendship.

Your mindset spiraled downward worse and worse and you had little initiative to even go to club activities after school. Your roommate had vouched for you at the student council meeting while you went back to the dorms depressed and very not well dressed.

The moment your phone dinged to life you shot up in repressed excitement, wondering if Sakusa had noticed your mood and reached out.

It was Komori.

Hey, missed ya during lunch. Wanna catch dinner together?

Of course, it was Komori.

You wondered for a hot second if it would be smart to go with the libero out to dinners the campus cafeteria. Odds are you were going to pour your feelings out to the boy and he was undoubtedly loyal to Sakusa. Komori was always one of your closest friends, even before dating the wing-spiker.

Another ding ringed out a second later.

Come on, you’re my friend too.

It was almost like he was reading your mind - the poor boy was probably so used to your evasiveness from before that it was no doubt he remembered it.

You typed back, Okay, I’ll meet you after practice.

See you then <3

You texted your roommate that you would be meeting with the libero, so as not to worry when she returned. In the meantime, you hung around your room and completed some of your homework early. Once Komori texted you that he was ready, you put on a large hoodie and some leggings, trying your best to look presentable despite your solemn expression.

“Hey!” Komori perked up when he saw you, already at a table in the cafeteria. Thankfully he was sitting alone. The moment you were close enough, Komori pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

Komori always gave the best hugs and you squeezed your arms around his middle right back. It had been a while since he, or any male for that matter hugged you like this. Most of the male population at school was well aware of your relationship with Sakusa and all it took was a look from the strong spiker to get most to back off.

But with Komori being his best friend and also one of yours, he was one of the few people who could get away with sharing you in a warm embrace. However, you did notice as of late that he was withholding some of the best hugs from you.

“Thanks for joining me tonight.” Komori continued, leaning back while you were still in his arms. “I know you’ve been kind of down.”

“Yeah.”

“Listen, you can tell me anything or nothing if you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with - I just wanted to spend this time with you so you know you’re not alone.”

You almost teared up on the spot, with the exception of your roommate, it had been so long since someone had been so considerate with your feelings. Komori was the best bro and just all friend anyone could ask for.

Nuzzling further into his chest, you shakily replied. “You’re the best, Komori.”

Komori guided you to the seats, telling you that he had actually placed a comfort food order and was waiting for the number to be called. You smiled at him in response, placing your hands on the table and mentally preparing for what you wanted to say.

It felt almost therapeutic, admitting to the libero all the feelings that you had bottled up over the past few days. Komori nodded along, listening to you without cutting in or interrupting with his own point of view. He took in every word, keen on gaining your perspective before he added on.

“It makes me wonder, does Sakusa even want to be in this relationship?” You asked aloud, baring your insecurity to him.

Little did you know that Sakusa was reacting exactly opposite to what you were thinking.

Komori had actually invited the wing-spiker to join this dinner, but he had simply walked away in silence back to his own dorm.

Sakusa would never admit this aloud, but he cherished you in so many ways that it frightened him. Your relationship was built on years of knowing each other. And from the beginning of it all, Sakusa knew that he was all in. From high school to the end of your days, he was sure that this was the only relationship he wanted to ever be in. You were the first and only person he ever loved and he wanted to be that for you too.

And with that thought, Sakusa had always been afraid of losing you. He wondered, on multiple occasions, if you would be happier with someone else. After all, yes you were friends for a while, but you were much closer to Komori before you were in a relationship.

Sakusa saw it all - he knew how you leaned into the libero for tight hugs and how the both of you were still fond of spending time alone together. He had never doubted you or his cousin’s loyalty; neither you nor Komori would ever do anything to hurt him, Sakusa was sure. But he had a much more looming fear, one that frightened him simply because it was probably true, that you would probably be happier with Komori.

The libero was capable of easily reading your mood and reacting to it properly. It was Komori after all that noticed you had left the gymnasium the other day without greeting either male. He was very in-tune to your personality and it seemed the both of you were very agreeable. Sakusa remembered the time that many of your classmates had thought it was you and Komori dating after all.

Sakusa would honestly never forget that.

And so the wing-spiker had thought on multiple occasions if you would be happier in the arms of another. Maybe someone who had more time for you, who liked being as affectionate as you did.

Admittedly, Sakusa knew something was off from the moment you returned the sweater. He knew that you cherished wearing it for some reason. But you had it over a week and it was time for him to wash it. After all, it must have been dirty from overuse at this point and he did not want you possibly getting sick from something he wore.

Besides, he could just lend you another cleaner sweater for you to wear.

This was simply the way he thought - cut and dry and oftentimes misconstrued by other people.

But the last person he ever wanted to hurt was you.

Sucking in a hard breath, Sakusa attempted to figure out what to say. Not that he was unsure what to get across, but that he wanted to get out the proper wording before he caused any true damage to you. He must have been standing in the middle of his dorm room for a good twenty minutes, trying to keep a level head as different phrases evaded him.

Calm and collected, he told himself as he got near the cafeteria.

The last thing he wanted to ever see greeted him - you and Komori standing alongside a cafeteria table, you in his arms as he held you tightly.

It seemed you were still in the middle of your meal, your trays of food still stacked with chopsticks to the side. Regardless of the situation, Sakusa stalked over quietly and made his presence extremely known.

From Komori’s nice hug to suddenly pulled into another, your ten seconds of panic morphed into surprise at seeing your boyfriend.

“Sakusa!” You exclaimed, head against his chest as he continued to stare down his cousin. “This looks bad, but I was just talking to Komori about something.”

Komori only laughed, picking up his tray and taking it with him elsewhere. “See you tomorrow, lovebirds.”

“I--” You stuttered over your words as the libero made his quick escape, “We were in the middle of a meal!”

“We need to talk.”

Wait.

Was Sakusa breaking up with you right now?

You felt fresh tears break your visage as you asked him outright, “Are you breaking up with me?”

Sakusa recoiled before grabbing your hand, “No. Let’s go.”

You allowed him to drag you wordlessly, following along as he led you back to his dorm. He unceremoniously brought you along with him - was he sparing your feelings by breaking up with you away from the public eye?

The worries must have shown up on your face since, once you entered the elevator, Sakusa took one look at you before pulling you into his embrace again. He lingered for a second, as if unsure where to place himself, then leaned down to put a small mask-covered kiss on your forehead. You stilled at the motion, surprised that he was willing to show any display of affection in public.

The moment was only broken when he pulled you toward his dorm room, closing it loudly behind you.

“Why would you think that I would want to break up with you?” Sakusa asked, not at all sugar-coating his words.

You hesitated, looking at the ground before back at him. “Sakusa, are you even happy being with me?”

His eyes peeking over the mask widened in surprise. In the next second, Sakusa pulled his mask off and threw it in the direction of his trash bin. You took a step back at his aggressiveness, but he only followed the movement and wrapped an arm around your waist.

Sakusa pulled you against him and stated clearly, “I want to be with you forever, if given the chance.”

“Really?”

He did not hesitate in response, “Yes.”

You smiled at how sure he was, but his actions from the last few days still had you on edge. With a hand on his chest, you bit your lip before asking. “You don’t feel like I’m suffocating you?”

Sakusa angled his head in question before shooting back, “Why would you assume that?”

“I just feel like you don’t really want me around?” You admitted, words coming out slowly. “I mean, the other day you just seemed like you didn’t want me at your practice. And then I saw your manager dabbing you with the towel and even I can’t even hug you without warning.”

Sakusa simply stared at you as you spoke, his full attention to your words as he recalled the past few days.

“I like spending time with you, but at practice I was sweaty and you were still in your school uniform. It would be unfair to you if I was the one to sully it.” Sakusa replied, “While I am not close to the manager, handling the towels is one of her responsibilities. And I prefer to get toweled down rather than do it myself then touch the volleyball with sweaty hands.”

“Oh.”

You were at a loss for words once he explained himself.

“What about the other day?” You recalled, “I get that you don’t like me wearing your sweaters, but you should have just told me outright.”

You were not expecting Sakusa to shoot you a tired smile.

He moved to kiss your forehead again, lips lingering above your brow before he spoke. “I like seeing you in my sweaters. It reminds everyone that you’re mine.”

“What?”

“But you had that sweater for more than five days, right?” Sakusa answered with a question, “I have the proper detergent to clean it. It would do you no good if you got dirty or even sick from one of my articles of clothing.”

“Oh.”

You were an idiot.

An overthinking, doubtful, big dumb idiot.

You felt the small exhale against his chest, tantamount to a small laugh from Sakusa. “Oh?”

“I just--” You tried to articulate yourself, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry I doubted you.” You admitted, “There are just these moments. I know you don’t like physical touch that much, but there are times I want to hug you or kiss you. And I get the feeling that you don’t like it.”

You heard Sakusa exhale above you, before feeling a slight nudging at your chin. Using his free hand, the wing-spiker was guiding your gaze back to him. He had an oddly fond expression on, before he leaned forward to slot your lips against his.

Leaning forward into the kiss, you carded your fingers in his curly mop of hair, arms crossed behind his neck. He pulled you as close as possible, lingering in the moment of your passionate lip-lock before settling you back down on your feet.

“I love kissing you.” Sakusa stated fondly, eyes still glued to yours.

You laughed breathlessly, “I know that now.”

“Good.” Sakusa replied, “I’m not good at these things. I can’t comfort you like others do, but please trust in me. Communicate with me - not your roommate and not Komori.”

“Okay. I’m sorry that I closed myself off.” You apologized, receiving a second kiss back.

You were caught off-guard, like the hesitation Sakusa had before was suddenly lifted from its floodgates. He pecked you one, twice, returning over and over as he lost himself in the feel of your lips against his.

“I have two newly cleaned sweaters for you to choose from.” Sakusa whispered, as if this was his version of sweet nothings. “I would prefer it if you wore one tomorrow.”

You shot him back a radiant smile, one that he eagerly savored in the back of his memory. “I would love to.”

Your relationship did not magically fix in that single night, but you resolved to continue working on your communication. It was a two-way street, one that the both of you had to work on.

But by God, you two loved each other.

And that was all that mattered.

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shmaptainwrites · 3 years

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𝐆𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 [𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS —Sam Wilson x fem!childhood best friend!Reader

SUMMARY — After taking a few year's leave from work you decide to come back to your home town right around the same time your best friend from high school decided to do the same thing and it seems like things just pick up exactly where they left off.

WARNINGS — light swearing, FATWS spoilers (ep 6), light angst

NOTE — Okay so I basically finished this in one sitting so BE PROUD GUYS. I mean I love the best friends to lovers concept with Sam he just works so well with it, yet again (can't wait to try the opposite too cause honestly, it's gonna be just as entertaining)

When Sam pulled into the driveway of his childhood home and a wave of relief washed over him. Things didn’t go the way they should have, but he needed to take a minute, breathe, figure it out.

He was so tired he barely even noticed the extra car parked by the garage and walked into the house only expecting to see his sister up at such a late hour.

“Sarah?” he called quietly.

“In the kitchen,” she responded and he dropped his bags by the door. When he walked into the kitchen, however, he saw a face he hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“(Y/N)?” he frowned curiously.

“Hey Sam,” you smiled, lifting a hand that was holding a mug of tea to wave at him. “It’s been a while,”

He couldn’t help but smile, walking over to your side while you placed your tea on the counter and gave him a big hug.

“What in the world are you doing here? I thought you moved to Australia,”

“I did, but I’m back now,” you chuckled. “Seems I can't stay away from home even if I wanted to,”

Sam turned to his sister next with a playful frown on his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was coming back?”

“I just found out today, don’t look at me,” she raised her hands up in defence. “Stopped by and brought us these,” she lifted a box of Sam’s favourite chocolates.

“Damn (N/N) I missed you,” Sam laughed lightly and hugged you again.

“Oh me too Sam, me too,”

He pressed a quick friendly kiss to the side of your head before letting go once more and heading to the fridge and grabbing some leftovers to eat.

“Much in your life change aside from the whole superhero thing?” you asked and he shrugged.

“The blip fucked us up a bit, but we’re working through it,” he nodded. “Just trying to keep things afloat. And you?”

“I’ve been saving so I’m taking a few years off work to recharge. Figured it would be best to do it here,”

“Which is wonderful because now the kids have a French tutor,” Sarah chuckled. “I can’t help them with it for the life of me and they inherited my inability to learn languages,” she trailed off with a shrug and a laugh.

“Of course, I’d love to spend more time with the boys, they’ve probably grown up so much since I’ve last seen them,”

You and Sarah continued chatting while Sam ate and when he finished Sarah decided she was going to head up to bed as she had work the next day. Sam on the other hand was still on Latvian time and wide awake, so you stayed a little longer, sitting at the small table in the kitchen with your close friend from high school.

“You didn’t talk much,” you noted, reaching out a hand to hold his that was resting on the table. “Everything alright?”

“Just a long few days,” he sighed, scratching his head. “But it was really good seeing you. I mean…it’s been ages and we lost touch I just feel bad,”

“Don’t, I was across the world and you were in the army, it was bound to happen, I’m just happy we’ve got a chance to reconnect,”

“Me too,” he nodded, and after a brief moment of silence added, “So do you still listen to Wham! exclusively?” he chuckled.

“No, no,” you sighed. “Proud to say my taste in music has expanded. I’m not exactly the same,”

“Well what changed?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t wear denim jackets anymore, for one,” you joked. “But I guess I just reevaluated my priorities,” you shrugged. “I think that’s why I ended up here,”

“I think that actually ended up being to my benefit,” Sam chuckled. “C-Can I ask you something (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded.

“How do you know you’re making the right decision?” he asked, and he seemed genuinely perplexed by his inability to give himself an answer. “Like how did you know it was the right time to leave work for a bit and come back here?”

You sighed, pursing your lips in thought, “That’s a tricky question,” you mused, “But I think it’s got something to do with a bit of a gut feeling and maybe some internal deliberation too,” you paused for a moment trying to think of the right words before continuing. “But at the same time, I don’t think we should be afraid to make wrong decisions. You can’t make the right choice every single time, otherwise, the world would be perfect, but it’s clear that it’s not. And I can guarantee you, no matter what choice you make in any decision no matter how small, someone might be rubbed the wrong way by it. Look at it this way,” you said, placing your other free hand on top of the one that was already holding Sam’s. “If you make a wrong choice, you always have another choice to stop doing whatever it is you’re doing. Just because I say I'm going to go try and play the saxophone doesn’t mean I have to stick with it until the end of time, I can try it and if it’s not for me I don’t have to continue,”

“And if it’s something that maybe requires a bit of a lengthy commitment?”

“Then I think you have to trust your gut, and I know Sam Wilson’s gut, it tends to make the right choices,”

“You’re just saying that because I asked you to prom,” he grinned cheekily at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Wilson,”

You took a deep breath, exhaling through your nose and standing up.

“I should probably head back, it’s getting pretty late,”

“Yeah, of course,” Sam nodded. “And… don’t be a stranger,”

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” you said with a small smile, bending down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “Sleep well, or don’t because of the jet lag,”

Sam smiled and gave you one last wave as you exited the kitchen, letting him ponder over your advice until the early hours of the morning.

—

“(N/N) you came! Perfect, we could use your help with the painting,” Sarah gave you a warm hug.

“Awesome! That’s my favourite job anyways,”

Sarah handed you a bucket and a paintbrush, giving you a specific area of the boat to paint. As you walked there you bumped into another man who was in the middle of apologizing to you when Sam came out from behind a pile of boxes and placed an arm on the man’s shoulder.

“Ah come on Buck, you buggin’ (N/N) already? You guys haven’t even met,” he teased and you shook your head.

“Hey Sam,” you laughed and waved with your paintbrush.

“Hey girl, thanks for coming, I know retirement can be busy,” he said sarcastically.

“It’s not retirement Sam and you know that,” you slapped him in the arm lightly with the brush. “And you must be Bucky,” you turned to the man, a hand outstretched to shake his. “It’s nice to meet you, Sam’s told me a lot about you the past few days,”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he nodded. “And sorry again for bumping into you,”

“It’s no problem, really,” you assured. “And I actually think Sarah was looking for you so you might wanna…”

“Yeah, I’ll go do that,” he nodded.

“Don’t flirt with her Barnes I swear!” Sam called after him and Bucky waved him off dismissively.

“Oh come on, they’d be cute, no?” you chuckled, wrapping an arm around Sam’s shoulder and dragging him over to the part of the boat you were supposed to paint.

“You’re going to try and set them up aren’t you?!” Sam gasped, almost offended.

“Maybe,” you teased, “But you have to admit it’s about time Sarah jumps back into the water and if it's with Bucky so be it. He seems like a nice guy,”

“Yeah, no guy’s nice enough for my sister,” he muttered.

“Weren’t you friends with Captain America?” you asked him.

“Nope, nuh-uh, you can’t use that one against me, plus he’s on the moon haven't you heard?”

“Really?” you asked curiously.

“No! Come on (Y/N) you bought into that,” he laughed and you looked down at your feet embarrassed.

“It’s not my fault,” you huffed. “Once you figure out a giant purple titan is capable of erasing half the human race you start to wonder,”

“Alright, I’ll give you that. Things have been pretty crazy these past few years,”

“Speaking of, I’m surprised you're not right out there. In the thick of the crazy,”

“Well, I think I needed to regroup a bit first. Reevaluate my priorities so to speak,” he offered and you chuckled.

“Well, you know my door is open for anything, any time,”

“Thanks (N/N), I might have to take you up on that at some point,”

“Sam! Get yo ass over here!” you could both hear Sarah’s voice yell from across the dock. “What the hell did you do to the engine?!”

“Dammit,” Sam muttered. “Sorry gotta go,” he clicked his tongue and you nodded, trying to hold back a laugh while he walked off yelling. “Bucky you snitch!”

Your heart had felt so much lighter since coming back home and you couldn’t help but think that it had something to do with reuniting with an old friend. As you painted, your mind wandered back to the events that got you here, or the ones that took you away in the first place, making you lose contact with Sam.

“You know if my parents find out I snuck out of the house my ass is done for,” Sam said looking over to you, the moonlight glimmering in your eyes while you looked at the still water of the ocean.

“They never find out, come on Sam,” you nudged him lightly.

You stayed in silence for a moment, choosing to lay your head on his shoulder, taking a few deep breaths and biting the inside of your cheek.

“So was there something you needed to drag me all the way out here to tell me?” he asked softly and you nodded. “Well, what is it?”

“I… I got accepted to that school I wanted to go to… in Australia,”

“Oh,”

Sam understood your hesitancy now. The tense awkwardness, the want and need to be close, but away from everyone else.

“Sam please say something,” you begged.

“I’m happy for you,” he said quickly. “Really, I am. So, so happy for you. I’m gonna miss you like hell, but, this is what you wanted,”

He was right, it was everything you had ever wanted so why did it feel so wrong to have accepted the offer. To want to move away. Your gut was telling you that you should stay.

“What about us? Are we gonna lose touch?” you asked.

“Nah,” Sam shook his head, but you both knew deep down it was a white lie to make yourselves feel better.

So many things were left unsaid that night. So many things that needed to come out. Instead, they stayed bottled up inside the both of you. If you had the chance to go back, to do that night over you would have told him you were scared. You were scared shitless to be striking out on your own on the other side of the world, you were scared that you weren’t going to have his shoulder to lean on anymore. You were scared that if you ever saw each other again things wouldn’t ever be the same.

“Penny for your thoughts?” a voice broke you out of your daydream and you looked up to see Bucky standing next to you with another bucket of paint. “Sarah told me to come to lend a hand with the paint until she could keep an eye on the both of us again,”

“Sounds about right,” you nodded with a small laugh. “But I was just in my head, it’s no big deal,”

“I don’t mean to pry, but I don’t think I’ve seen anyone stare at paint that intently, so the gears must have really been turning,”

“Guess you could say that,” you nodded, resuming your task. “Just some best friend trouble, don’t suppose you’re familiar with that,”

“A little too well actually,” he admitted, now kneeling next to you and helping with the paint. “What’s the problem, maybe I can lend a hand,”

“Just a lot of things left unsaid. How do you bring that up after twelve, thirteen years?” you asked.

“Really, if you want my unsolicited opinion I’d have to say honesty is the best policy. No matter what it is, if they’re really your best friend they’ll come through,” he paused a moment. “And I think Sam has a good track record of coming through when people need him. If you tell him whatever you’re feeling he’s going to stick by you,”

“You read minds Bucky, Is that your power?’ you joked and he laughed.

“Glad I read that one right, if it was someone else that could have been embarrassing,”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And thanks for the advice, who knows I might use it,”

“Totally unbiased, but you definitely should,”

“Well if I take your advice then will you take some of mine?”

“Depends on what it is,” he said, dropping his brush in the pail and looking over at you, certainly intrigued.

“Ask Sarah out. Don’t let Sam scare you if that’s what’s going on, I think she likes you and I don’t know if you’re just out of practice, but it’s very obvious you like her,” you chuckled. “I think you guys would do okay for yourselves. Just consider it,”

“Huh,” Bucky nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, you’ve got a deal (Y/N),”

“Pleasure doing business with you Bucky,” you shook his hand and you both continued your work, chatting lightly about simple topics until it got too hot to carry on and everyone started to head home for the day.

Sam seemed busy enough, constantly getting scolded by Sarah and helping look after his nephews. You knew you were going to take Bucky’s advice, just maybe not that day. It had waited thirteen years, it could wait just a little bit longer.

—

A few days later you were sitting in your home, the news turned on low in the background while you did the dishes. You caught a few things here and there, some sort of situation in New York with the extremist group the Flag Smashers and the GRC vote happening that evening.

As terrible as it sounded, you really didn’t need to submerge yourself completely in it, that was until you heard an all too familiar voice come through the speakers.

You came over to the couch with a cup still in your hand along with the dishrag, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume. You sat on the couch and there, right on your screen was Sam. Only this time he wasn't wearing the usual suit you saw him in, the Falcon as they called it.

He stood there, red white and blue, and an all too familiar star pinned in the centre of his chest.

It seemed like the tables may have been turned. Now you were the one who was friends with Captain America. The corner of your lips flicked up in a smile, pride swelling in the pit of your stomach.

That was your Sam. He was going to be the example. The lead for the people. And you couldn’t think of anyone better for the job.

You listened to him while he shared to the senators making the GRC vote about what their responsibilities were as people in positions of power. He spoke with an eloquence he always had, especially when it came to grey and complex issues such as these. You always admired that about him. This wasn't about making people see his opinion, it was about pointing to light the flaws in a system everyone so carefully abided by and followed.

It was honestly truly beautiful and moved you to tears.

After he left and the news cameras focused on something else your mind wondered when the next time you would see him would be. It certainly couldn’t be soon, but then again you could also be mistaken because not three hours later there was a knock at your door.

You had just changed into your pyjamas and were about to climb into bed, but when you peeked through the small hole in the door you immediately unlocked it and pulled the door open.

“Sorry, it’s late, I know,” he pressed his lips together and you nodded.

“Yeah, a bit,” you chuckled lightly. “Come in,”

You opened the door wider and allowed Sam to come inside.

“I got a bit banged up, I-I know it’s a lot to ask, but do you think you could have a look at it? I didn’t want to go to the hospital and Sarah’s asleep-,”

“Yeah, of course, come on,” you took his hand, leading him to the washroom and getting him to sit on the closed toilet.

There was silence for a little while as you grabbed a first aid kit and assessed whatever injuries Sam had. You decided to be the one to break the silence this time.

“So was this that decision you were having a hard time with?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Any thoughts?”

You smiled. “I think you did the right thing. Maybe not the right thing for your bones cause that’s definitely a bruise that goes deep,” you point to the injury. “But still the right thing,”

It was funny, sitting there with him in silence seemed so familiar, parallel to that night on the dock when you were seventeen. Only this time nothing would be left unsaid.

After you patched him up and let him slip on a shirt you stopped him from getting up.

“Sam wait,”

He furrowed his brows and sat back down, looking at you curiously.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s just there’s something I need to tell you and if I don’t say it now I’m not sure when the next time we’ll have a moment alone will be,”

Sam nodded, motioning for you to continue and taking your hands in his, holding you so delicately.

“Do you remember the night I told you I was moving?” you asked.

“Yeah, clear as yesterday,”

“I-I don’t know it was me, but there were some things I should have said to you that night that I didn’t,” you started to explain. “Some of those things don’t really matter right now, but the one that does is… it’s the real reason I came back,”

“So you didn’t reevaluate your priorities?”

“No, I did, I just wasn’t very straightforward with you on what those were,” you clarified. “I told you a few weeks ago that you have to trust your gut when you make decisions. Well, I didn’t trust mine when I decided to move. Yes, I got a great education, I got to live in a country I was curious about ever since I was little, but that gut feeling that it was the wrong decision never left me. And I couldn’t quite pin why I felt like that. At first, I thought maybe it was because my parents weren’t around or because I wasn’t here, but… that feeling,” your voice faded to a quiet whisper. “It went away the second I saw you,”

Sam squeezed your hand tighter, just like Bucky said he would, still wanting to listen to you, hear you out.

“Sam I don’t wanna be away from you like that again. I need to listen to my gut and tell me if I’m wrong, but isn’t your gut telling you the same thing?” you asked.

“I-I think it is,” he nodded. “But there’s another feeling that’s a little more overwhelming right now,”

“That is?”

“I have a feeling that I really want to kiss you… Can I….Can I kiss you?”

You nodded your head assuredly, lifting your hands to cradle his face, a thumb grazing across his cheek. He took a moment just to take it in before leaning down and letting his lips press to yours. Your lips moved in perfect synch like all those years dancing around each other were spent learning the steps for it.

He smelled faintly of cologne, and his hands were surprisingly soft and uncalloused for someone who did his type of work. You wanted to memorize every detail and keep it close to your heart forever.

When your lips parted, your foreheads rested together and you said in a soft voice,

“It’s late and you’ve had a hell of a day, why don’t you stay the night?”

Sam smiled with a small chuckle.

“My gut says yes,”

BONUS [Town BBQ tidbit]

“Bucky you saint! You brought the cake,” you grinned, wrapping him in a hug which he happily accepted.

“Oh, you had me at cake (Y/N), seriously, biggest sweet tooth on the planet,”

“Hey, Buck hands off my girl!” Sam teased from the table and Bucky flipped him off much to Sarah’s displeasure.

“Oh so I belong to you now?” you asked, crossing your arms and looking at Sam who had walked up to join you.

“No, of course not,” he shook his head, wrapping his arms around your from behind and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “It’s the other way around,”

“Hear that Sarah? Get yourself a man who can do that,” you pointed to Sam and she rolled her eyes.

“This one can hold back both boys without barely batting an eyelash, I think I’m good,” she smiled at Bucky who sent her a wink.

“So have you decided to stay?” Bucky asked curiously.

“Yeah, Sam and I will live in my family home and I’ll help Sarah with the business here while you guys are off saving the world,”

“See I told you, honesty is the best policy,”

Sam tucked his face in your shoulder and you giggled from the ticklish sensation.

“I have very mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, he got you to talk to me and on the other you got him to talk to my sister,”

“Get over it Samuel I’m older than you and I can kick your ass,” Sarah waved him off.

“Yeah, Samuel,” you and Bucky both join in and he groaned.

You spun around, a wide smile on your face while you held Sam in your arms, pressing a sweet peck to his lips.

“Chin up, you got the girl. Took thirteen years, but you got her,”

“That I did,” he nodded, a smile ghosting the corner of his lips as he kissed you one last time, right on the dock, what a fitting place to be.

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alicenttully · 3 years

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Lmao I saw that post of Sansa being too classist for Westerosi standards. Infact in that thread, Idk whether it was the same user or not they also said that AGOT Sansa even makes Theon look like a saint 😂.

I agree with you all characters in ASOIAF are classist to varying degrees even smallfolk POV like Davos have internalised it to some extent.

LOL, that’s so funny. Honestly, the OP was clearly letting off some steam and wasn’t thinking about everything they were writing. Like, there’s a reason why you keep your diaries private - because sometimes you’ll write in them when you’re mad, and you’ll say really stupid things. So I’m going to give OP the benefit of the doubt and assume that if they could reevaluate - they honestly won’t think that AGOT Sansa is worse than ACOK Theon who,

- Raped Kyra

- Was complicit in the murder of two smallfolk children

- Treated the Capitan’s Daughter dismally; not bothering to learn her name, using his position to take advantage of her sexually, and making light of the fact that her father is going to punish her for sleeping with him.

- His limp body was being dragged from the surf when Theon returned to his Sea Bitch. The masts of his longships stood outlined against the sky along the pebbled beach. Of the fishing village, nothing remained but cold ashes that stank when it rained. The men had been put to the sword, all but a handful that Theon had allowed to flee to bring the word to Torrhen's Square. Their wives and daughters had been claimed for salt wives, those who were young enough and fair. The crones and the ugly ones had simply been raped and killed, or taken for thralls if they had useful skills and did not seem likely to cause trouble.

Like, Theon is a great character and Alfie Allen’s portrayal of him is tremendous - but he did some pretty messed up shit! Now, whenever or not he is capable of redemption is another question. I mean, rape and murder are pretty unforgivable and the only people who could forgive Theon for that, are dead. This is what makes Theon’s Dance arc so compelling amongst all the horror and despair. Theon can never erase the worst things he ever did, but his rescue of Jeyne Poole shows that he can do some good by putting someone else first.

And getting back to Sansa.... honestly, how is Sansa too classist “even for Westeros” when she’s been a hostage and then masquerading as a bastard girl, and thus without the power of people like Tywin, Tyrion, and Tyrells? I’m sorry, but Sansa wasn’t the one who demanded that a woman be stripped naked and made to walk the streets because she wore her mother’s jewels. Would Sansa be angry at her father’s mistress wearing something that belonged to her mother? Yes, of course, she would- all the Starklings would; Arya IMO would take it particularly badly. But both Sansa and her siblings lack the sadism that drove Tywin to this; to assert his power over someone with none.

I can do this because I am the Lord of Casterly Rock, and you are nothing but a lowborn woman who was simply lucky enough to catch my foolish father’s eye.

Tyrion resents the smallfolk because they don’t consider him a hero. Some of his resentment is justifiable because a lot of it is the consequences of ableism, but at the same time though - the smallfolk are the ones suffering because of the war. In contrast, Sansa was almost raped by some smallfolk men but we never see her hating them for it. At 12-14, she’s able to understand the desperation caused by the famine.

In both the book and show Sansa says if she had bread, she would have given it. Essentially, if she could help she would. This brings me to the Tyrells. So, the Tyrells closed the Rose Road while they were still allied with Renly, thus leading to the famine in KL. To give you a reminder of how bad it got-

What little produce he did see was three times as costly as it had been a year ago. One peddler was hawking rats roasted on a skewer. "Fresh rats," he cried loudly, "fresh rats." Doubtless fresh rats were to be preferred to old stale rotten rats. The frightening thing was, the rats looked more appetizing than most of what the butchers were selling. On the Street of Flour, Tyrion saw guards at every other shop door. When times grew lean, even bakers found sellswords cheaper than bread, he reflected.

Afterwards, when the Tyrells and Lannisters decide to hook up, the Rose Road is opened up and wagons of food is sent up in Margaery’s name. If there’s one thing the Tyrells are good at, it’s PR. It undoubtedly makes them look like heroes, as Sansa and Tyrion both observe-

Sansa had watched from the castle walls as Margaery Tyrell and her escort made their way up Aegon's High Hill. Joffrey had met his new bride-to-be at the King's Gate to welcome her to the city, and they rode side by side through cheering crowds, Joff glittering in gilded armor and the Tyrell girl splendid in green with a cloak of autumn flowers blowing from her shoulders. She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse. Her mother and grandmother followed close behind, riding in a tall wheelhouse whose sides were carved into the shape of a hundred twining roses, every one gilded and shining. The smallfolk cheered them as well.The same smallfolk who pulled me from my horse and would have killed me, if not for the Hound.

"No. She's coming, though, and the city's mad with love for her. The Tyrells have been carting food up from Highgarden and giving it away in her name. Hundreds of wayns each day. There's thousands of Tyrell men swaggering about with little golden roses sewn on their doublets, and not a one is buying his own wine. Wife, widow, or whore, the women are all giving up their virtue to every peach-fuzz boy with a gold rose on his teat."They spit on me, and buy drinks for the Tyrells.

The thing is I personally can’t imagine having the audacity to present myself as some kind of hero to someone because I gave them food, knowing full well I was the reason were starving in the first place.

#sansa stark #theon greyjoy #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #anti tyrion lannister #anti tywin lannister #anti house tyrell #not bothering to tag anti theon because like i dont think its necessary lol #asks

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desertno3 · 3 years

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Violet – Chapter Three (4/7)

When Sean finally meets his daughter, you wonder why you ever left him in the first place.

Sean Wallace x fem!reader Chapter Three: 1540 words

Prologue // Chapter One // Chapter Two

A/N: Me? Taking time out of my day to create an entirely new gif to fit the vibe of this chapter? It’s more likely than you think. I have been wanting to make a gifset of Sean + smiling lmfaooo so hey it works out.

Taglist: @ysmmsy @prettyinpayne @the-a-word-2214 @peakywitch Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this series!

“Mum, where’s Sean?”

“I told you, he’s working.”

“But where?”

“I don’t know, Vi.”

Your daughter makes an unsatisfied noise. “When will he come back?”

“I don’t know the answer to that either, love.”

And you really didn’t. Before he left, Sean had told you that they’d finally got a hold of the people responsible and that he was going to go and deal with them personally. You didn’t press him for any more details than what he’d offered. Just because you had reevaluated your stance on his lifestyle did not mean you were ready to know the ins and outs of it. It already unnerved you enough that these were actual people who more than likely wanted you or Violet harmed and knowing anything more than that would do a greater number on your psyche, that much you knew. The only thing you wanted to know was that they would never get a chance to come for you or Violet ever again. How that would be guaranteed you left up to Sean to figure out - and judging by the look on his face before he left, you were sure he already had.

“Do you think that he’ll like this?” Violet asks you, holding up the little picture she’d been working on.

You give her an assuring smile, “He’ll love it.”

Since their little colouring-in session, your daughter had decided that Sean was her favourite member of the Wallace household and had made it a mission to try and spend every possible moment with him - even when he was busy. There was one afternoon where you couldn’t find her anywhere, only for Marian to tell you she was in Sean’s office. You’d sworn under your breath when she’d told you that, knowing how relentless Violet could be if she wanted someone’s attention, and having to deal with an irritated Sean was the last thing you wanted on your plate. However, when you appeared at the open doorway, you found Violet contentedly sitting on the sofa reading one of her picture books while Sean was at his desk tapping away at his laptop. Neither of them paid any mind to you, so you’d backed away slowly and left them to it, your heart warm.

Things had been less tense between you and Sean ever since your conversation about Violet. The resentment and cold shoulder you had anticipated from him afterwards never came and, much to your surprise, you instead got a Sean that was amicable and - dare you say - almost caring. He’d become more open to updating you on the progress he was making with tracking down the culprits and in turn, you were more than willing to answer all his questions about Violet. He would often ask you things nonchalantly and in passing and you knew it was his way of trying to catch up on what he’d missed without coming across as being overly invested. You understood his approach, considering there was still so much you hadn’t spoken about regarding this new dynamic between you, him, and Violet, but you quietly adored the fact that he cared to know more about her and glad that he hadn’t shut you out the way you thought he might.

A couple of days later, when you peer out of the guest bedroom window, you’re just in time to see a glimpse of Sean walking up the path to the front door. Marian had told you he would be back today but she didn’t say whether or not he had been successful in dealing with the culprits.

“Shall we go down and get breakfast?” You ask your daughter, turning from the window to face her.

She nods sleepily and you chuckle, picking her up in your arms before heading downstairs.

“Hey, Vi,” You murmur to the child languidly resting her head on your collarbone. “Guess what?”

She perks up a bit, looking at you curiously. “What?”

You reach the bottom landing of the stairs and nod your head towards the front door. And then you almost regret doing it.

“Sean!” Violet squeals the moment she turns and spots him.

“Ow, Violet,” You complain as she squirms in your arms in an attempt to reach him, roughly elbowing you in the process. “Ease up.”

“I can take her,” Sean chuckles, seeing as Violet was nearly half out of your hold anyway.

You nod and hand her over, your heart fluttering slightly as he takes her in his arms, feeling like this was a glimpse into what life would've been like for the three of you if you had never left Sean.

“Hello Violet,” He says to her, a finger lightly tickling her side and making her giggle.

"Hi Sean,” She replies, looking up at him as she rests her head on his shoulder (and you think jesus christ your heart could burst at the sight). “Where have you been?"

“I had to take a trip,” He explains, craning his neck a little to meet her gaze.

“Why?”

“I needed to talk to some people.”

“About what?”

“Vi,” You cut in, saving Sean from having to come up with a kid-friendly explanation of what he’d been up to. “Let’s have breakfast, yeah? Sean just got home.”

Violet pouts at you for interrupting before turning her attention back to the man in question. “Will you have breakfast with us, Sean?”

You look on in amusement, knowing not even he would be able to resist her pleading eyes.

“Of course,” He tells her with a smile. “I’m starving.”

“How did it go?” You ask Sean after Violet had run upstairs to get the drawing she had made for him.

You seemed to be doing this a lot, you realise, fitting in as much serious conversation as the two of you could in the rare times Violet wasn’t around. Maybe it was an instinctual parent thing. Or maybe Sean’s lifestyle just called for it. You didn’t really know.

“Good,” He replies, stirring a cup of tea. “Everything’s been taken care of.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Taken care of?”

He hums, “They won’t bother you again.”

You stare at him blankly as you process what he’d just said. Even though you knew the amount of effort Sean had put into essentially hunting them down, you didn’t realise it would all be done and dusted quite this quickly. A part of you had mentally prepared yourself to have to live with this looming threat for a while - imagined that you’d probably have to get Sean to beef up the security when you finally found a new place to live, thinking it was going to be that much of a long-term problem. But here he was telling you it was all over.

“How… how did you manage to find them so fast?”

“It wasn’t hard once we got people to talk,” He explains, sliding the freshly made tea over to you.

You mumble your thanks as you take it in your hands, the heat of the ceramic bringing you back to reality somewhat.

“And you’re sure they won’t… retaliate?”

“Positive.”

You eye him curiously, watching as he goes to make his own cup of tea, and you clock, for the first time, the small gash above his brow.

“What did you do?”

The question leaves your mouth before you could even think about whether or not you actually wanted to know the answer to it and the corner of Sean’s lip lifts slightly in response.

"I know you’ve changed your mind about a lot of the things I do but it’s probably still best if I don’t tell you that part of it.”

“You don't think I can’t handle it?"

There’s no attitude behind the way you asked the question, just honest curiosity.

Sean shakes his head, “There's just no benefit to knowing.”

“Right,” You nod, agreeing, but then you can’t help yourself and you look up at him sheepishly. “But I’m curious, though.”

“Well, you’re going to have to stay curious,” He tells you, his lip lifting again in amusement.

You make a face at his evasive snark and he chuckles a little, continuing to go about making breakfast and ignoring the way your eyes are following him.

“What happened there?” You ask, gesturing to his forehead.

Sean lets out an amused exhale and leans back against the sink, “Vi definitely gets her inquisitiveness from you.”

“And she definitely got her stubbornness from you,” You fire back, picking up on the way he had dodged your question again.

He smiles at that and so do you, delighting a little in your childish back and forth. You couldn’t help but offhandedly think that, without Violet in the room, it almost felt like old times. In the same vein of thought, you realise that there are about a million things that need to be addressed between you and Sean, the most pressing of which was what your lives were going to look like going forward, especially now that this problem had been dealt with. Things weren’t going to go back to how they were before, that much was for sure. Neither of you get to say anything more, though, because Violet’s back with the drawing, eyes alight and eager to show it to him.

#you'd think I'd have made enough sean gifs on my main for every occasion but I guess not yet lol #sean wallace x reader #sean wallace imagine #sean wallace fanfic #gangs of london fanfiction #*writing #violet series #sean wallace

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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pairing: oikawa x reader

summary: oikawa’s first christmas in argentina is around the corner and you’re happy he has more free time to spend with you. nevertheless, a couple of innocent words spilled from the setter’s lips make you start to reevaluate your friendship. was there something else between you both?

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The classic American Christmas decoration of the coffee shop was a sharp contrast with the heat that was forcing you to keep a frozen water bottle against your neck. Argentina was in the middle of summer after all. You thanked the air conditioning was turned on to the max, and heavily considered to stay there for a few hours just to avoid the heat wave on the street.

You left the bottle on the table and tied up your hair, trying to find additional relief. You thanked Oikawa had the idea of buying that water bottle to lower your temperature, because now you were suffering the consequences of asking him to accompany you while you tried to learn to rollerskate. Even if you knew summer was about to begin, you didn’t expect the sun to burn that brightly today. After seeing you pant in exhaustion, he had offered to go to the nearest Starbucks and buy you something cold to drink.

A Christmas carol played in the background, only disturbed by the sound of the baristas grinding fresh coffee beans. The smell drew a small smile on your face and you let your mind wander for a minute about your friend’s Christmas celebration. It hadn’t been long since Oikawa had arrived in Argentina, and he had already told you he wasn’t coming back home for the festivities as he had training both the day before and after Christmas.

Your eyes darted to him, who was checking his phone while waiting in line. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, a pair of jeans and his signature glasses he always wore outside of practice. You always loved whenever you got to see him wearing them. Oikawa always looked invincible on the court, eyes menacing and fierce when facing his opponents, but when those same brown eyes were behind those glasses, it was like you were seeing him for the very first time. And, at the same time, it felt like there was nothing else he was looking at but you.

Would he accept if you invited him over to your friends’ Christmas dinner? You pictured him sitting on the table with your friends by your side, laughing as you insisted he drank more wine with you. The idea of watching the midnight fireworks alongside him brought warmth to your heart.

You took out your phone and quickly typed a message.

“nerd”

The way his eyebrows raised and immediately furrowed made you giggle. He looked back at you and you grinned at him. He shook his head and started typing.

“bold of you to assume I won’t walk out and leave you here >:(”

Laughing, you kept the conversation going.

“but ur a cute nerd w your glasses <3”

The way his cheeks reddened made your smile grow wider. He was about to reply when the cashier called him over and he realized it was his turn. Putting his phone back in his pocket, you saw him order your drinks and take out his credit card. You had offered to pay for them both yourself, but he had insisted, saying since he had been so busy with practice lately, it was the least he could do.

Oikawa sat next to you on the sofa with a long sigh, passing a hand through his hair. You offered him the frozen water bottle but he shook his head. Determined to help him out, you pressed both your cold hands on his cheeks, making him hiss.

"Better, huh?" you smiled.

"Yes," he admitted, leaning into your touch.

"What did you order?"

"Your favourite and a strawberry lemonade for me," Oikawa answered, closing his eyes.

"My favourite?"

"Mocha frappuccino with soy milk but with whipped cream, two espresso shots and chocolate chips," he recited. If he had had his eyes open, he would have seen yours widening at the accuracy of his words. You pulled your left hand away and pressed a loud kiss on his cheek.

"You know my coffee order,” you sing-sang, happily. Oikawa rolled his eyes and poked your forehead.

"Of course I know your coffee order. It's disgusting, but--"

"Hey!"

The barista calling Oikawa's name interrupted your banter and he stood up to pick up your drinks. You watched him exchange words in his broken Spanish with the girl behind the bar. By the way she kept talking to him way after he had the drinks in his hands, you figured she had recognized him. The girl called her friend who smiled brightly when she saw him and immediately took out her phone.

You tried not to laugh when Oikawa did his usual peace sign after he agreed to a selfie with the girls. Shaking your head with a grin, you took out your phone again to check your Instagram while he had some time with his fans. Volleyball players were only known to devoted volleyball fans in Latinoamérica, so you figured those girls were fans themselves.

And even if they didn't really like volleyball, who wouldn't be a fan of a pretty boy like him?

"Thanks, but I have to go back to my girl now.”

The sound of your phone hitting the floor was muffled by the carpet, your best friend's words echoing inside your head as he made his way back. You quickly picked it up and then accepted the drink he handed to you with a small smile.

Oikawa was talking, you knew he was talking, but you couldn't comprehend a word he was saying. Your head felt dizzy, millions of thoughts and memories of your friendship since you two had met a few days after his arrival in Argentina roaming around your head. No matter how much you tried to piece them together, you couldn't find a moment where there had been any sort of indication he thought of you as his girlfriend. Was it a cultural thing? You had heard the question wasn't really asked in Europe, was it the same in Japan? Had you been in a relationship for the past four months with a star volleyball player without realizing it?

No. There had to be some sort of explanation. You hadn't even kissed before. Maybe he just said so to avoid talking with the baristas for much longer. But misleading his fans into thinking he was in a relationship could only end up in them spreading the information, which wouldn’t benefit at all if it was just a way out for him. You knew he had had girlfriends back in Japan, but you only knew so because he had told you, as he always tried to keep his dating life as private as he could.

Maybe you had heard wrong? It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. You looked over at the bar where two pairs of eyes looked back at you with curiosity. That was enough to answer your question.

“Tooru,” you interrupted him, your eyebrows slightly knit together. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you. “Are we dating?”

Oikawa put his drink back on the table, his eyebrows mimicking yours. He blinked in confusion and cocked his head slightly to the side.

“We're not?”

Your mouth fell open at his answer.

“What?”

"You didn't know?"

"When did you ask?!" you asked, your voice higher than usual.

"So you're saying you don't want to?" he inquired, raising his right eyebrow.

"I do!” you quickly assured him. “I do, I do, I just... wow," you breathed out. You put a strand of your hair behind your ear and took a sip of your drink. "I'm just… a bit surprised. I mean, I guess I--” you paused and tried to order your thoughts. You could feel Oikawa’s intense gaze on you, not making it any easier. “Tooru, I have liked you for a while,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “But-- I didn't know you felt the same way. And now you’re saying we have been dating these past few months and I’m having a hard time getting my head around it”.

As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how wrong you worded your thoughts out.

“Wait, no, no,” you said and put your drink back on the table. You straightened your back and faced him, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “Tooru, I like you. I do, and honestly I’m all for this dating thing, it just feels…”

“Feels like what?”

“A bit anticlimactic if you ask me,” you chuckled. Before you could say anything else, you felt Oikawa’s hand behind your head, gently guiding you towards him. You closed your eyes the minute his lips touched yours. His movements were soft and tender, a lot different from what you had pictured your first kiss with Oikawa would be like. Your surroundings disappeared as the warmth of his mouth intoxicated you, the sweet aftertaste of lemon and strawberry on his lips making your head spin. You placed your hands on his chest, the realization of how long you had been wanting to do that hitting you with full strength. He grazed the tip of his tongue against your bottom lip in his characteristic teasing manner, but for once, you let him get away with it, shuddering at the contact. You felt him smile against your mouth and you couldn’t help but do the same, the grin still on your lips after he pulled away from your face, his hand on your neck keeping you close to him.

“You do look cute in your glasses,” you breathed out and he smirked at you.

“I always do,” he replied, and you rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, as soon as they met his again, you leaned in once more, planning on getting up to date with all the lost time you had refrained yourself from kissing your best friend.

Oikawa didn’t mind at all.

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #hq x reader #oikawa #oikawa fluff #haikyuu!!#tooru oikawa

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danganronpaheadcanons · 4 years

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Confession: While I don’t enjoy the Training Trio dynamic, I’m willingly to tolerate them if Kaede and/or Kokichi were part of the group.

There are two of many reasons for why the Training Trio doesnt work for me. The first is that the group dynamic is unbalanced as Kaito is the only person making an effort to improve their friendship. Shuichi and Maki only follow along because Kaito is putting in the effort to help them with their problems. Not to mention how Shuichi and Maki haven’t really tried to help Kaito with his own problems making it unfair on his behalf. The second, albeit minor, reason is that the color schemes of the group dont look balanced either. You have Kaito has a vibrant variety of violet with tan skin while the other two have dark colors and pale skin.

By including Kaede or Kokichi, the group dynamics can become more fleshed out and balanced for all.

Kaede is just as positive and assertive like Kaito so the group wouldn’t need to completely rely on him to move them. She also would call out Kaito for his reckless behavior and make him reevaluate himself for the better. She also has a close relationship with Shuichi and can help him out of his shell. And Maki can benefit from having an assertive girl friend. Kaede would also benefit from the group as she’d come to accept that she doesnt have to work alone all the time and can trust her friends to help her.

Regarding Kokichi, he’d be more difficult to work with but he’d definitely improve the dynamic. Mainly in the sense that he’d frequently question Kaito’s actions and what he truly means. As a supreme leader, he wouldn’t just blindly follow him every time he says something. Kaito would learn to become more sensible and serious with his actions. And Kokichi would openly push Shuichi and Maki to act for themselves rather than acting like starstruck sheep. It would also benefit Ouma since he’d be with a support group that can help him with his paranoia. He can still be a troll but he doesnt have to fear for his life all the time.

Granted its obvious that there will be problems by integrating either of these kids into the trio, especially in regards to how they’d react to Maki’s assassin career. But the trio/Kaito boasted how they can resolve their problems because they’re friends and they help each other. Why should now be any different?

Regarding designs, Kaede’s soft pastel colors or Kokichi’s white and purple colors would make the current trio colors look better balanced and there would be more variety.

What do you think? If you agree or disagree, you’re more than welcome to reblog this with your comments.

#kaito momota #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #kaede akamatsu #kokichi ouma #danganronpa #dr #New Danganronpa V3 #ndrv3 #confession #mod byakuya

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Hello! You mentioned reading Piranesi a few months ago and I finally got around to reading it and I love it so much - thank you for the lovely recommendation <3 If you don't mind can you talk a little about what you loved about the book (I love hearing your thoughts)? Also have you read Jorge Luis Borges' Ficciones (I believe it inspired Piranesi)?

HELLO my friend!! first of all tysm for taking the recommendation, I'm so happy it worked for you! honestly what do I NOT love about this book? it's hard to wrap my thoughts about piranesi because it was such a lovely reading experience which i honestly need to repeat ASAP because the layers to explore in piranesi are so numerous. secondly let me admit that i haven't read any borges yet BUT he's definitely on my radar and I've been looking for his books on my used bookstore runs since i read piranesi, not to much avail unfortunately but i added ficciones to my tbr for reminder!!

anyways I'm gonna stop right here for anyone who has not read piranesi yet because i think you'd benefit from going into it not knowing much except that it's told in vignettes and that it has elements of mystery which become more and more central to the plot as we advance and unravel the world that piranesi lives in. so don't keep reading past this if u haven't read piranesi yet! i did keep it spoiler-free though so no pressure. also putting everything under a read more bc i truly was obnoxiously verbose adlkjglsjk if it didn't work my apologies 4 it

NOW let's talk about what i loved about the book which honestly will probably just be a flimsy overview bc again i think a re-read would make what i love about it more salient and richer but i guess we can already have a start here!

first of all, the character of piranesi. when i first started the book and immersed myself in his inner voice, i was kind of thinking ok there must be a reason as to why he is so incredibly wholesome but also with an extremely sharp mind and immaculate observation skills. the childlike wonder of his perspective was an absolute joy to read from but also provided some tension because i think pretty early on you catch that he might be a bit of an unreliable character and that what he tells you may not match the reality of what his experiences and observations mean to the reader. you're very much the prisoner of his limited perception, his sometimes bizarre but always delightful thought process, and also again the childlike wonder with which he observes the world and which makes everything carry so much more weight w/o resorting to pompous/pretentious gravitas. a statue isn't just a statue to him, it is the Statue, something important in and of itself, with its own story/mythos and it harkens back to a child's point of view which hasn't yet been shaped by the world and therefore isn't as limited as our jaded adults' minds, even though he is an adult himself, which is apparent in his very keen mind.

then we have the form, with the novel being told in vignettes. i personally really like novels such as these because they feel a lot more personal but also propels the story forward. I'm not a fan of huge chapters tbh because my attention span is trash lmao. it was so easy to immerse myself in his world because the writing was so vivid and honestly made me reevaluate a lot about myself adjdjslg. I'm not much of a quote person but "the Beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite" lives rent-free in my mind because 1. it appears at two key points in the novel and both iterations echo the other brilliantly in their respective context and thus add even more meaning to the quote and 2. i think it's a beautiful metaphor for the world we live in, which leads me to the next point

what i mostly clung to during my reading experience was the theme of confinement to a specific physical space, which can feel suffocating and limited. susanna clarke suffers from a chronic illness that has kept her within the confines of her home for many years and this book very much reflects that. from my personal experience with that theme, i was less reminded of how thematically relevant it was in the middle of a pandemic, and more about how much goodness there is still in this world at a time where everything seems so bleak, and unkind. i myself suffer from an ugly case of chronic cynicism which i think is very unappealing lmao but at least I'm self-aware! being reminded that we live in a world where kindness is indeed infinite in the smallest and biggest of ways is the balm that my shriveled soul truly needed. i guess it's my emotional support quote lmao.

then we have the setting of the book which, while limited spatially, is also so full of wonderful things and imaginative configurations that i was just in awe of everything that was being done with it. the plot is closely tied to the setting and i really want to keep this spoiler-free (just in case) so I'm not going to delve too deeply into it but i'd love to visit this place and have piranesi guide me through the labyrinth of the House and the many wonders (and tragedies) that it holds.

finally we have the MYSTERY and omg i love picking up the clues and kind of forming my own theories along the way bc it truly isn't an in-your-face mystery like a thriller would be. we buddy-read this with some ppl from the book club so the experience of sharing our theories made it all the more pleasant. i really loved how clarke presented the many mysteries of the story in such a subtle yet gripping manner that soon i was just obsessed with knowing who was whom and what they wanted from piranesi and who piranesi was and how this all came to be. all the different players felt fully fleshed out and made me feel veeeery strongly (i.e. i wanted to kill some of them like literally daydreaming about choking them to death... not to sound unhinged or anything). they provided such good foils to piranesi's inherent goodness and all that they lacked in terms of decency. their shamelessness and infinite greed and how they see piranesi as a pawn to use set my teeth on edge so i was just biding my time for the karmic retribution that they'd get akjdlkgj also great exploration of how ambition can be the downfall of mankind

then we have all the clever-people-themes of neoclassicism and philosophy and plato's cave and whatnot and it's not what held my attention so i can't speak much on it bc I'm not one of those clever people who picked upon these themes LMAO but I'll for sure spend more time unpacking these layers on my re-read of this book because there are so many smart ideas hidden in the nooks and crannies of this story that i think you could get something different from each read, kind of like i feel about pride & prejudice by jane austen which offers me new delights to enjoy upon each re-read.

honestly i have so much more to say about how religion is handled, the rituals surrounding grief and their importance in the celebration and respect of of life, birds being amazing creatures, identity and how it can create contradictions etc etc but at this point i might as well just write a college essay on literally every theme explored in this book because it was just SO GOOD! thank u piranesi for me life

tl;dr this book made me feel like my brain was buried in a thick coat of dust and let some much-needed air in

#also i read this message at like 6am and thought long and hard about it #and then started crying bc i'd die and kill for piranesi period

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mysteriouseggsbenedict · 3 years

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the final battle crack fic i wrote in its entirety

since this is the last opportunity before we find out what actually happens 😭this is just utter hilarity so i didn’t want to put it on AO3 lol

contains spoilers for ep 7, some things that happen in the ending of the book, and my speculations for the show’s finale (some are totally crack, but some are more legit possibilities)

As the blimp approached Nomansan Island, Mr. Benedict took stock of the situation. He had with him three women who all looked out for blood in their own individual ways, one secret agent (hopefully alive) on the island, and four very smart children who were presumably with him. He considered that he should probably not assume they are all together; knowing the children it was highly likely they had eluded him in order to conduct a dangerous mission. His stomach twisted at the thought.

Number Two was navigating the blimp. Her face was set in an expression of stoic determination, and the pockets of her jacket bulged with contents unknown to him. She was chewing angrily on a piece of beef jerky as she rotated the steering wheel. Good, good. At least one of his companions looked none too out of the ordinary. Rhonda had hastily compiled a battle outfit consisting of a facemask covering her mouth and nose and a fashionable looking tracksuit. She carried a backpack filled with spray paint that she had brought “just in case” and was now informing Miss Perumal of her experience participating in direct action protests.

“It is an ethical stance, you see, because the conscious does not allow one to do nothing– no matter how small that action is,” she said. Mr. Benedict smiled. He loved seeing the strong character Rhonda possessed shining through.

Miss Perumal looked every inch the schoolteacher she was. She wore neat black slacks, a pink sweater, and coordinating jacket. Her shoes were flat but still made a satisfying clicking sound, indicating a small protrusion at the heel. She appeared composed enough, but Mr. Benedict could sense the anger emanating from her, the determined wrath of a mother whose child is endangered. He made a mental note to thank her at a later date for being such a wonderful teacher for Reynie. If they survived, that is.

Number Two shouted from the helm that they were nearing the island.

“Where shall I chart our course?” she asked, with all the seriousness of a military general. Mr. Benedict examined the horizon. A large tower was in sight, practically begging for invading air travellers to notice. This must be the tower the children had told them about over morse code. It was undoubtedly their target.

“He’s built us a veritable lighthouse, my dear Number Two. I propose we follow its shine.”

It was at that moment that a sizable commotion could be heard from the surface of the island. They had, unsurprisingly, been noticed. Students stared and pointed while adults who appeared to be security details shouted frantically into radios. There was one particularly large group of these adults who surrounded a quite familiar face.

“Milligan’s been captured!” Number Two cried.

“Milligan’s alive!” Rhonda countered.

“Yes, yes, that is...quite the development...oh dear,” Mr. Benedict said, swaying slightly. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, rubbing the plaid fabric of his shirt. “I’m alright, Rhonda, it’s passed.”

Seeing as the concept of stealth was now off the table, they prepared to make a calamitous entry. Number Two lowered the blimp into a clearing near the tower and adjacent to the pavilion in which Milligan was being held. It appeared that his imprisoners had been in the process of moving him somewhere to be held or interrogated when the arrival of the blimp proved a delay. When they were about fifteen feet away from the ground, Rhonda took out her spraypaint and shot a stream of fuschia directly into the eyes of Milligan’s captors. Blinded, they fell to the ground, and Milligan seized the opportunity to pick the lock of his chains using the zipper on his pants.

“I don’t remember this being part of the plan, sir!” he shouted upwards, pausing periodically to land punches into the men who were now attempting to prevent his escape without the benefit of their eyesight.

“Reevaluation became necessary!” Mr. Benedict returned. “Where are the children?”

“That I do not know. I left them after allowing myself to be captured as a distraction. I can only hope that they have prevailed.”

At this point, the blimp had touched down on the ground, and its four passengers disembarked. They made haste towards the tower. Miss Perumal took the lead, and when more security agents appeared, she glared at them with such deadly force that they blanched and stepped out of her way. Upon reaching the door to the tower, she found it locked, and stepped aside for Mr. Benedict. He examined the panel and entered a password. The door opened.

“How did you do that?” Miss Perumal asked.

“Nathanial always used that password. Even when we didn’t have any real vaults to guard, and he was just telling me stories about being a secret agent. Really, though, you would think for your megalomaniac mind control tower you’d want to be a bit more original, but– no matter.”

With an astonished chuckle, Miss Perumal continued in her march up the tower stairs. Her shoes clacked ferociously against the tile. At last, they made it to the top. Mr. Benedict was rather out of breath, and Number Two pulled a water bottle out of her pockets, which he accepted unblinkingly. This door did not have a passcode, and so Milligan kicked it sharply, watching with a satisfied sigh as it fell to the ground.

“That’s called the old-fashioned way,” he said.

The sight inside was extraordinary. Sticky was seated in a strange contraption. A helmet that looked rather like an egg was attached to his head. Nathaniel– god, it was really him, his brother– was seated in a chair facing Sticky. Reynie was standing behind Mr. Curtain next to the room’s large window, and looked to have been halfway through removing its screen. Outside the window, Kate hung dangling from a rope attached to the adjacent flagpole, with Constance tied to her back. Her face was one of utmost terror. All of them had paused in what they were doing to stare in shock at the busted down door and the five adults who stood behind it.

Mr. Benedict took a step into the room, looked at his brother, and promptly collapsed onto the floor. The others were prepared to fight Mr. Curtain, but he made no moves towards aggression. He simply sat in his chair and stared at his brother, now laying in what looked to be a painful position on the ground. His eyes looked strangely devoid. A moment passed, then he seemed to come to his senses, and he flared with anger.

“Snakes and dogs!” he barked, his voice a cuttingly malicious sting. He understood himself to be surrounded. He pressed a button on the seat of his chair.

“What are you incompetent fools doing here? And why would you let him fall like that?” he screamed, looking at Mr. Benedict. He then promptly turned an alarming shade of white, apparently realizing what he had just said.

“I mean...of course you will never defeat me! One of you is already down for the count, and I haven’t needed to lift a finger! My security agents will be here shortly. I have just summoned them with this button.”

Miss Perumal strutted up to him, looked him directly in the eyes, and slapped him hard across the face. He spluttered.

“How dare you endanger Reynie! You should be ashamed of yourself, you pathetic excuse for a father and an educator!”

Mr. Curtain had shut down again. He did not appear to be taking in any of what Miss Perumal was saying, but this did not deter her. She continued yelling until Reynie ran over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She quieted down in the interest of not hurting his ears.

“We’ll see how well those security people do with paint in their eyes,” Rhonda quipped, choosing to ignore the scene that had just occurred. Mr. Curtain startled.

“Wait, with what?”

It was at this point that Mr. Benedict stirred. He felt a sizable bump on the side of his head, and his muscles ached as he made to sit up. Number Two ran forward and pulled him up into a standing position. He would have to ignore the pain he was in.

“Rhonda, if you would be so kind as to assist Reynie in letting our friends through that window, I would be much obliged,” he said. He then leveled his gaze at his brother. He stayed awake this time.

“You haven’t gotten any better at taming those curls, Nicky,” Mr. Curtain said coldly. Mr. Benedict swayed at the invocation of his childhood nickname, but held steady. Number Two kept her hands placed steadily on his shoulders.

“You haven’t thought of any new passwords.”

“Touche.”

“What is going on here? Why...why has it come to this, Nathaniel?” Mr. Benedict asked, his voice cracking. There were tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“You know as well as I do that nothing in this wretched world is owed to us, brother. You’ve got to take what you want. You’ve got to take power. You’ve got to take control. Really, I’d be surprised you were content to live for so many years as some obscure scientist who nobody really respects. Then again, you were always the soft one.”

The window had now been opened, and Kate and Constance heaved themselves inside. Constance strode directly toward the chair in which Sticky was still seated, openmouthed.

“Move aside, George Washington,” she ordered. He rose obediently. Constance fitted the egg helmet around her head and sat quietly for a moment. She seemed to be taking in the situation. Then, without warning, she screamed.

“RULES AND SCHOOLS ARE TOOLS FOR FOOLS!”

“I’M AFRAID OF YOUR FACE!”

“NOW WE HAVE WAITED FOR THIRTY CONSECUTIVE MINUTES TO SEE SOME OLD DIRTY EXECUTIVE!”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

Number Two took this moment of great distraction as an opportunity to shoot Mr. Curtain with her slingshot. He fell to the ground, unconscious. The longer that Constance screamed, the weaker she appeared. Eventually her shouts were more like determined moans. The machine that the egg was attached to crackled and sparked, and finally, it seemed to combust. There was a nasty sounding mechanical noise. A small fire started in the ceiling, which Kate quickly contained. Constance had overwhelmed the machine. She fell over, hardly awake, and Mr. Benedict rushed to her side.

“I believe that it is time for our escape, friends,” he said, making his way towards the door with Constance in his arms.

The group made their way down out of the tower, preparing for the fight that would no doubt ensue as they attempted to escape the island. Rhonda paused as they reached the outside of the tower. She grabbed her spray paint once again and aimed at the tower wall.

“Nathaniel Curtain looks washed out in blue?” Number Two read, “Really, Rhonda?”

“It is true. He cannot pull off that suit,” Constance mumbled.

Everyone laughed, and the society basked in the knowledge that this was the end of their mission at last.

#the mysterious benedict society #tmbs #mbs #mbs disney spoilers

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