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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH60

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Chapter 60: Purgatory Reunion (XII)

It was getting late at night, so reason told Qi Leren that it was time to rest, but the warm night wind was rare in the Underground Ant City, and the person sitting beside him was the lover he had met after a long separation. Qi Leren felt no drowsiness at all, as if he could talk to Ning Zhou all night.

They did talk for a long time, and even Ning Zhou, who has always been taciturn, said many things about the past.

"Winter swimming in Neverland? That’s too cold!" Qi Leren was stunned by Ning Zhou's hobby, and his teeth chattered with cold when he listened.

"...Fortunately, it wasn’t as cold as when we were ashore." Ning Zhou said and added seriously, "Really."

Qi Leren was skeptical. Even though he had been baptized by Maria's power and had a strong resistance to low temperature, Leviathan had left a psychological shadow on him in their fight underground. Under that terrible temperature, it seemed that the human soul would be frozen and crack. Neverland was in the polar regions, and the temperature of the polar night was also terrible. Even the polar days weren’t much better.

Enjoying swimming in the winter in Neverland... It was really a hardcore hobby.

"It must be very cold once you come out. After going under? You must freeze as soon as the wind blows, right?" Qi Leren is getting colder and colder.

"If you wipe your body with ice and snow first, it will soon heat up," Ning Zhou said.

Qi Leren was really shaking now, rubbing his hands and saying, "I feel cold now!"

Ning Zhou immediately reached over and wrapped his rubbing hands: "Is it still cold?"

Qi Leren froze, and the body temperature of another person was warm against his hand, which made him really shiver. The two people were motionless together, holding hands together for a long time without separating.

Ning Zhou's eagle flew in from outside, and landed on the railing of the terrace. It walked from one end of the railing to the other with his head held high, and then turned and walked back in a different posture. However, no matter how coquettish and enchanting it was, these two people ignored it. It was so angry that it began to tell the time: "Two o'clock, two o'clock, staying up late to die suddenly, endangering health!"

It really spoiled the mood, and Qi Leren glared at it gloomily: "It's late, we should go back to sleep."

"Hmm."

Actually, both of them didn't want to sleep. But considering each other's health, they left the terrace tacitly, crossed the living room, and came to the two bedrooms that were side by side.

Two bedrooms separated by only one wall.

"Goodnight," Qi Leren said with difficulty.

"Well, good night," Ning Zhou also said.

I said good night and should go back to my room to sleep, but a feeling of reluctance overwhelmed him. Qi Leren looked at his toes and said, "Sweet dreams."

"...You too."

It was really time to go this time, but after a few hours, they could sit together for breakfast again. Compared with the long separation before, such short hours were just a blink of an eye.

But they were still loath to give them up.

"What do you... what do you want to eat tomorrow?" Qi Leren asked.

"Anything's fine," Ning Zhou said.

The evening breeze blew all the way from the open door of the terrace to them, and the first light from far away projected the gauze curtain on the clean marble floor. The soft mood was like a lingering love song playing continuously, while they were like people sitting aimlessly on the bus in the afternoon, listening to the little love song drowsily in the warm sunshine, half dreaming and half waking, only thinking about this song. Don't wake up from this dream. Don't wait for the bus to reach its station.

"Then... then I’ll go to sleep." At this moment, Qi Leren restrained many impulses, such as telling him he was afraid to have nightmares, admitting that he still wanted to talk, and kissing Ning Zhou's beautiful blue eyes.

He tried to treat this relationship in a mature way, and he also tried to make himself behave properly enough. Therefore, he held this treasure carefully, and only wanted to hold it firmly in his arms, but he was afraid that he would break it if he tried too hard.

"Well, then goodnight," Ning Zhou whispered.

Qi Leren had already rested his hand on the doorknob and pushed open the bedroom door. The imaginary gentle love song finally ended when the bus stopped, so he said softly, "Goodnight."

Ning Zhou also opened the door of the other bedroom. He said, "Goodnight."

This long farewell was finally over. Qi Leren, who closed the door, put his head on the door panel, cleared his mind, and pressed the weight of his body against the upper half of the door.

Qi Leren had the illusion that he had thought a lot, but felt that he hadn't thought anything. He wanted to recall the farewell with Ning Zhou just now, trying to find some inappropriate action, but as soon as he recalled it, he was knocked down by shy emotions.

It was probably that talking with Ning Zhou had relieved the mental stress he had been feeling. Now, Qi Leren really was a little sleepy. He dragged his tired feet and fell on the bed, slowly moving towards the side against the wall until he reached the innermost part of the bed.

He had seen the layout of Ning Zhou's bedroom before, and the bed was on the side against the wall. That is to say, at this time, they were only separated by one wall. If you spoke while in a dream, maybe the other person would hear it.

Thinking this, Qi Leren couldn't help laughing.

A brain washed by love always made the people who had fallen in love do some strange things, and Qi Leren was no exception. He slept in the bed on this side against the wall, reached out, and quietly drew a heart on the cold wall.

When he realized what he was doing, he flung up the quilt and covered his face.

What the hell was he doing? Qi Leren let out a cry in his heart, half ashamed and half collapsed, and spontaneously formed two debate teams with an abnormal split in his mind to start quarreling about the topic of love.

Qi Leren felt obliged to be more mature, especially when it came to falling in love. He was four years older than Ning Zhou! Ning Zhou, who was only twenty-one this year, should still be a boy in college in the real world, and he had already entered the workforce. In terms of experience in love, both of them were tragically equal at zero, but Qi Leren had lived in the 21st century with modern information and open communication. His theoretical level beat Ning Zhou, who was almost equal to the man living in the medieval Vatican. Moreover, when studying, Qi Leren had still had many experiences of being chased by girls.

Even Qi Leren himself felt very strange. When boys the same age as him had been affected by hormones and began to desperately want to fall in love, he had not been attracted to the lovely young girls, and of course, he was not attracted to the same sex. Although sometimes he had seen friends showing love, he had had a feeling of "love is really good", but he had never started a relationship with someone he didn’t like purely to seek this feeling.

Maybe, before he realized it, he had been waiting for someone who was destined to appear, but the world was too big, and there were too few people one could meet in his life. How lucky would he be to find the right one?

But he had met him. This romantic miracle had consumed his whole life's luck—so that there was something wrong with his beloved’s gender—but he still felt lucky.

He should cherish this luck and protect Ning Zhou.

Along the way, Ning Zhou had really suffered too much. I really hope to make him happy... Half-asleep, Qi Leren finally fell into a deep sleep with this thought.

He had a dream.

It was not an endless near-death experience, but a very relaxed and happy dream.

In his dream, he "flew" in the blue sky and rode on the back of a black dragon.

The black dragon carried him from the ground, blasted away the land and mountains that blocked them, passed through underground lakes and flowing red lava, and they broke free from the bondage of gravity and marched fearlessly toward the sky.

The world was bright, clear, peaceful, and beautiful.

The wind under the clear sky blew his hair, and Qi Leren pushed the unruly hair on his forehead to the top of his head, watching the vast world under the rising sun, breathing the air that had no bloody smell, and being as happy as a child.

Flying at such a high height, the world under his feet was like a large sandbox, and the river reflecting the light of the sunrise spread from one end of the earth to the other end, like a ribbon shining with silver and blue light. In the vast wilderness, the earth was like an emerald carpet, but when a gust of wind blew, the carpet turned into green waves, rushing forward one after another. The peak of the mountain near the horizon was covered with a thin layer of ice and snow, but the foot of the mountain was full of colourful wildflowers...

The dragon flew over this reborn land, casting a cloud-like shadow, and then the sun shone brightly.

They flew too fast. In the blink of an eye, they have already passed through deserts and plains, and were still flying farther to the east. They might even fly over the vast sea and the fog at the end of the world, or they might fly towards the place where the sun, the moon, and the stars were located.

Where on earth were they going? The Qi Leren in the dream didn't know. He only feels that they were like this world...

Becoming one.

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ac3id · 4 years

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🌸revenge

Pairings: Yandere! Prince! Izuku Midoriya x Princess Reader x Commoner! Katsuki Bakugou.

warnings: characters are obv aged up,yandere themes, cheating, noncon, humiliation, mind break, violence,major character death, a gun, ok this is v fucked up haha, swearing, v v sadist Izuku, smut (obvio), bondage.

summary: Born in a royal household you lead a sheltered life. From expensive jewelry, exotic fruits, and fancy dresses you lived in luxury. But it came with a price, the price was your freedom. From an early age, your life's purpose was decided on by your parents, teach you to be a fine woman and then marry you to another prince. You always felt trapped by the bars of gold, you never had lived your life but you hoped.Hoped that one day something would happen which would pull you out if the cage you were trapped in but that hope quickly vanished when your parents announced that you would be marrying the youngest prince of the Viridis kingdom Izuku Midoriya. It was to strengthen the trade with his kingdom– the most powerful on land. You did not have much of a choice as you were sent away to meet the young prince. He was kind and caring with a handsome face and a well-built body but, you couldn't fall for him. You were enchanted by his knight– Commander Katsuki Bakugou. Katsuki and Izuku were childhood friends but did they not hate each other, well it seemed like at least Katsuki hated the prince. When you first met Katsuki, you were taken back by his boldness. Talking to the royalty in a which would get anyone else’s head cut off. Maybe, that was what made you fall for him. Behind Izuku’s back, you slept with his childhood friend until he found out. Izuku decided to take revenge and it sure was nasty.

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Warm sun rays fell on your closed eyelids. Blinking them open, you caught Maria, your handmaid, pushing open the blinds letting the soft golden rays flow into the room.

“Good morning, Miss. Y/N,” she greeted you. You sat up on your bed and stretched your arms above your head, “It is a beautiful morning, is it not?” Maria hummed in approval, “My Lady, His Highness wishes to have breakfast with you this beautiful morning,” she says.

“What?” You ask, a bit surprised that the young prince wanted to see you. Even though both of you shared the same sleeping chambers you haven't seen him in months as he was busy with his princely duties. “I heard from the servants that the Kingdom will see better days, expect the prince to finally court you.” She says brushing your hair behind you, “Maybe it is the right time to break it off with Commander Bakugou,” you turn back to give her a warning glare and she looks away, you look back at the mirror as guilt consumes you.

It had been a year since you had arrived at Viridis, the people of the nation had greeted you warmly, happily accepting you as their princess. You never felt as if you were a burden or unwelcomed. The servants, your soon to be in-law, and everyone else treated you with respect and love yet you couldn't help but feel homesick and depressed. Even though you were soon to be the princess of the strongest nation on the land, something any other girl your age would want- this was not your choice. You would rather be in your own Kingdom where you felt even the tiniest bit of freedom but, life was not that fair.

Days went by quickly and you did not feel a thing. Your soul was numb, sometimes Izuku would come to you and you both would spend time together but, it did not last long as he would leave right away. In the midst of your despair, you found someone. He was a fierce ash-blonde-- Bakugou Katsuki grew up with Izuku. He was the Commander of the Order of Chivalry and one of Izuku’s best friends. You had met him in the royal garden one day admiring the flowers catching him at such a soft moment; you teased him about it. Soon enough you and Katsuki grew close, closer than you and Izuku ever could. Katsuki was passionate, rough, and even though it did not seem like it- he could show affection. One night when Izuku had left for another nation due to his work, Katsuki confessed his feelings for you. You were glad he felt the same way but you both also knew it was wrong. But neither of you cared, you both needed each other. Only Katsuki could have filled the emptiness in you.

Maria had left and you were alone dwelling on your regretful life choices, you knew it would become very hard seeing Katsuki after marriage but, you didn’t want to give him up. You twist your ring on your ring finger, suddenly becoming heavier. You let out a sigh, you had to talk to Katsuki about this- about your future. There was no way either of you could avoid what was destined.

You hear a knock at your door and soon it opens, you see Katsuki enter the room he was dressed casually in a shirt and pants but he still was a sight to see. “Hey princess,” He says with a smirk and you feel your heart beat faster. His smirk always had you hooked.

"Katsuki," you say, your voice taking on a feeble tone. You hug him firmly, snuggling in as close to him as possible. Katsuki sighs into your embrace, his eyes flickering between your face and your lips, you inhale deeply, his fragrance flooding your senses. It's dangerous, yet warm and cozy—you could spend centuries in his secure embrace.

Lifting your chin with his hand and pressing your lips together. He sighs when your lips meet. You bring your hand up to rest on his cheek, molding your body with his. Looking into his eyes as you bite and pull on his lips "I love you so much," He groans into your mouth, soft moans and groans exchanged between the two lovers, your smile widens, and his thumbs begin to rub circles into your waist. His hands running up your thighs and over your ass, squeezing it and earning a gasp from you.

Katsuki closed the door. He lunges forward, planting wet, sloppy kisses along your cheek, jawline, and your neck. You try to push him off but he's much stronger than you. He wrangles you, pinning your arms down and flipping you so that her back meets the softness of the bed you share with Izuku.

Resting his hands on the sides of your face, he groans into your throat, deep vibrations sending chills up your spine. You pull back, your lips purse as you fumble with the wedding band on your ring finger, twirling it around to calm your nerves. "Katsuki! Someone might hear us" you cry, but kisses are wracking your body and you are squirming underneath him, you are not surprised when he doesn't listen.

You let out a soft moan as his calloused firm hands find your chest, dragging his palm slowly across your breasts. Brushing your hard nipples with his thumb, squeezing and massaging them through your gown. He slowly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it from his strong arms with one swift move. He hisses when you scrape your nails down his defined pectorals and abdominal muscles, “Katsuki, no. Not right now. Deku asked me to eat with him, we can do this later.” You say pushing him off you as his grip on you loosened. “Did you have to use that nerd’s name? You completely put me off!” he groans as you passed him to the door, “Sorry Suki’, I’ll come to you later. I promise.”

"My sweet, you're here!" You hear Izuku call you, he was dressed fashionably in royal attire, a green coat resting on his shoulders as he sat down. "Deku," you greet him by his nickname, the first time you had ever met him he had asked you to call him by that name, and every time you called him using 'Deku' his cheeks would darken and a sweet smile would decorate his freckled face. But this time he did not smile, not a hint of pleasantness was visible on his face. Instead, a glint of something you could not understand spread in his eyes. A mix of anger and irritation.

"When did you come back?" You ask as you take a seat beside him, "I arrived last night, I didn't want to disturb you so I slept in the guest chambers," he answered, flashing you a smile-not quite reaching his eyes. "Oh, how considerate of you, Deku." You were glad he didn't come to your room last night. Katsuki had come over. "Well, what are your plans for today, my dear?" as he divided into his food.

"The usual, I'm planning on visiting the library and picking up my books and then returning to my chambers and reading them."

"Well if it is not a bother, why don't you spend the day with me?" Izuku asked you with his face flushed, he looked adorable and you obviously could not have denied so, you spent the day with Deku. The little date was pleasant, you both enjoyed each other's company and as the end of the day kept coming nearer you kept thinking about going back to Katsuki.

"Your Highness," One of Izuku's knights approached him as both of you sat in the royal garden enjoying the sunset, he whispered something into Izuku's ear and he hummed in response. "Petal," He called out to you lovingly and you looked over, "Why haven't you touched your tea? Do you not like it?" he asks, concerned, "Oh, no it's nothing like that! I was just taking in the view, I guess I forgot about it." you say as you take a sip. "It is delicious!"

"I'm glad you liked it."

After a few minutes you start feeling light-headed, you rub your forehead which catches Izuku's attention. "My, Y/N, are you feeling alright? You look unwell." "I don't know, Deku, I feel lightheaded." you had expected Deku to guide you to a doctor after you laid out your concern but instead you hear a sinister giggle leave his mouth. His face displayed a chilling smirk as his expression from a fun-loving gentleman changed to something unrecognizable.

"Don't worry my sweet little petal, the drug is working. You will be fine. Just need to learn your lesson."Izuku plays with a loose strand of your hair as you feel your conscious slip away.

Oh, what had you got yourself into?

Your arms were outstretched over your head and slightly spread with your delicate wrists locked into place by restraints, the metal edges have been padded with fabric to prevent any obvious ligature marks or damage. The heat of your body was replaced by the cool open air of the cell hitting your body, your sweat intensifying the chill, and sending goosebumps prickling over the expense of your skin.

A black blindfold was obscuring your vision. The thick fabric was comfortable against your face and completely blacked out the world around you. Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes, you bit down on something bitter and balled up—a leather gag. It was uncomfortable, and you could feel the drool dripping a trail down towards your neck, it was disgusting.

Twisting your hands within the metal restraints, you could feel the ache developing in your arms as you were forced to remain in position. heightening your other senses to compensate for the missing sight. You tried to distract yourself from squirming by focusing instead on the sounds of something heavy shuffling at the opposite end of the cell. You let out a muffled whimper.

You heard echoing footfalls coming closer to you, guilt rising in your chest.

You knew it was Izuku.

You were trembling from some combination of fear and frustration. Your breath was coming in slowly controlled inhales and your heartbeat erratically from the anticipation of not knowing Izuku's intentions.

You immediately let out muffled, incoherent pleas. Your desperate cries enmeshing in the now completely soaked leather ball he had gagged you with. He smirks at your appearance. Your hair was messy and your cheeks were tear-stained and pink, lips stretching out because of the gag.

Even without seeing him, you could picture his closed-mouthed almost crazed smile. Restrained into place, unable to speak, and missing one of your most vital senses, you were left completely at his mercy.

You felt his hand move upwards to your neck. Slowly gripping it tighter. You were reverberating around him and everything felt heightened by the lack of oxygen.

You would have been squirming if not for the last thread of your dignity anchoring you to the metal brace around your chest and wrists.

"Sweetheart, sweetheart." He began, his voice was chilling. It was as if he was spitting venom with every word he spoke. "Did you honestly think that I would not know about the little romance going on between you and Kacchan?" You felt cold leather run up your jaw and you shuddered. "I think you are aware of how incompetent you are. A country like Virdis would never choose the likes of you." His tone was condescending. Speaking down about your homeland, you felt a rush of anger flow through you and you screamed into the gag only to be silenced by Izuku's palm hitting your cheek. Pain flowed through the right side of your cheek as Izuku continued his sermon.

"Do you know how much I had to beg father for letting me choose you? I fell in love with you the first time I ever saw you," he confessed his voice cracking "you looked so lonely like you were lost, looking for something. Something that you did not what was," his sniffling intensified. You recalled the first time you met him. It was Hitoshi Shinsou from Purpura's coronation. It had been three years since.

"For years I spent all my time thinking about you about us. I wasted hours looking for reasons why your Kingdom should be connected to Virdis. All for you throw it all away!" He screamed the last part, his words echoing. He sighed, "Why did you do this? Why did you let Kacchan corrupt you? I must ask, do you not have any self-respect? Going after a commoner while you had the Prince fallen head over heels for you? I don't believe this." Izuku laughed wickedly.

"Dignity is just a foreign concept to you, isn't it?" his eyes began darkening as lust and hatred filled his veins "I'm afraid I have to teach my stupid petal a lesson" He sighed, the heavy leather was cold in his hand as he twirled it idly between his fingers.

You heard the click of his boots away and back again. A brief silence fell on the room and a loud smack reverberated off the stone walls. You bit into the gag as she felt a sting on the inside of your thigh.

You heard the impact before you felt it, leather smacking abruptly against the skin, and the pain followed, searing hot.

He jerked your head up by your hair, his cheek pressed against hers as he growled, "keep your eyes on her Kacchan", he snarled. Your heart hammered.

'Kachhan?'

The crop whistled through the air and snapped against your breast, flicking against your already painfully hard nipple, almost blacking you out at the intensity of it.

He let the riding crop rise above his head and fall on your stomach, bruising the skin.

The sensation of the cold and smooth leather on your skin made goosebumps rise and your legs began to quiver. He walked around you, the item of torture dancing up your thigh. He traced the riding crop back up your right leg, spreading your legs further open, looking behind him making sure that Katsuki had his eyes on your naked core. Katsuki was tied down, his wrists bonded in heavy metal shackles, his legs tied down to the ground. A heavy collar was fixed around his neck which was chained to the wall. His eyes were pressed firmly together, tears prickling from the corners falling to his cheeks. His face was muzzled, unable to speak all he could do was groan.

"Keep looking, Kacchan," Izuku taunted, "If you don't, much worse things will happen to her," he growled and Katsuki looked up to see your swollen face with red marks covering your upper half. More tears fell from his eyes, he could not do anything. He had never felt this helpless in his life before.

Izuku turned back to you after addressing Katsuki. " Do you know? You deserve so much worse," he snarled, the strikes hitting down on your naked breast, stomach, and thighs at an ever-increasing frequency.

"Don't feel so smart now, do you?" He brought the riding crop down a dozen times, each blow quicker than the last and just as sharp until your flesh was warm and aching.

Kicking your legs open and apart, placing his feet between your thighs, making it impossible for you to close them. He scrapes his teeth against your shoulder, as a tender hand kneads at the cheek of your ass. He spanks it once, the echo of both the slap traveling down the hall.

He plants a kiss on your cheek "My petal looks so much prettier like this," His tone was now honeyed, as he ran his hands along with the bruises he made on your chest, running up and down your thighs, smearing a trail of your blood as it went, admiring his artwork, while your muscles twitching and tensing everywhere he touched.

His fingers fluttered as they moved to grip your upper arms and he jerked you back against him. His lips brushed yours' and you shivered.

"I've always been so good and lenient towards my petal. Let's see how good you can be for me."

A shiver rolled over your skin when you felt him behind you, taking one of your nipples between his thumb and finger; pinching and pulling it hard. You arch your back at the pleasured pain surging through your body. Izuku's fingers hooked around the waistband of his pants and began to work them off, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. spreading your cheeks with his free hand as He nudges past your folds with his head lines up to your cunt. The stretch of his tip pressing into you tingles with a sizzling burn,

Hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, biting your earlobe lightly. His hair damps with sweat tickles over your neck as he whispers.

"You feel so good. Finally. You made me wait for so long while you jumped on Kacchan's dick three days after meeting him."

His hand took a hold of your tied up arms the other gripping your hip, his nails leaving tiny bloody crescent moon indents on the skin as he slammed forward, your body shook, trying to adjust to the sudden incredible fullness of his girth stinging against your walls, the pain has your fingers curling against the restraints and biting into the gag making you clench down around him, and he let out a long, sinful groan. He's swearing, alternating between muttered profanities and guttural moans as his cock twitched and pulsed inside you.

"Look at you taking my cock so well," he marveled, eyes locked on his dick disappearing inside you, "such a greedy little pussy." Izuku pauses every couple of moments to let you feel every inch, every vein on his dick until he reaches the hilt. "That's it, petal...take every inch of it." The nickname mocking you. "Aren't I much bigger than Kacchan?" He teased, His voice was low and filled with malice as he spat the name. You let out a muffled moan which confirmed his accusation.

"I told you," he said hoarsely, "to keep your fucking eyes on her!" Izuku grinned, punctuating the words with a sharp, powerful thrust that had her convulsing around him. He moaned loudly, grip loosening on your hair as he focused his energy on thrusting. Low groans and curses were spoken in your ear as his warm breath fanned over your neck.

Katsuki's face was covered with tears, his nose runny and dick hardening in his pants- it hurt. "Are you getting a boner right now? Kacchan!?" Izuku growled, "Poor Y/N is getting abused by the likes of me- Does that turn you on? You are a sick guy."

Katsuki wanted to shout, kick, punch- do anything to get you away from Izuku but while he was tied up and helpless all he could do was watch the love of his life get abused by his childhood friend, not so much now, listen to their groans and moans which unintentionally excited him. He sat crying and while he chased for release.

Izuku's moans echoed throughout the cell as he pounded harder so his pelvis smacked against your ass with each thrust. His hand reached down to rub your clit while his other hand groped at your breasts. He sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth. "Fuck!" He groaned "Oh fuck yeah."

He was slamming into you hard, fast, and so deep. The lewd sounds of your wetness and muffled moans filled the room. Your body went limp and you struggled for oxygen all you could hear was a shrill noise, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure. You feel yourself clenching on his dick as you cum.

Tangling a hand in your hair and yanking your head back forcefully. you arch helplessly into him as he breathily moans out your name and cums, filling your womb and coating your inner thighs with his seed. A broken wordless cry leaves your mouth as you feel him, grinding his hips in one last impossibly deep thrust. He slowly grew soft inside you, pulling out.

His ever so tight grip on your hips and hands leave as he tucks his soft cock back into his pants and zips it up. Your chest heaves up and down as you come down from your high. "You're going to have my children, dear Y/N," Izuku says as he marvels at the sight of saliva leaking from your mouth and down your chin he licks your gagged lips, slurping and drinking the drool dribbling down your chin.

Muffled screaming comes from the back, Katsuki screams into his muzzle as Izuku giggles, wood bangs and creaks, leather and iron brush against each other. Silence, the sound of uneven footsteps, then something cold, smooth, and stiff traces your abdomen. Cold metal runs between the valley of your breasts.

He loosens the blindfold and tosses it on the floor. Your eyes squint adjusting to the new-found brightness, he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. You stare at him with your eyes wide, your gaze reaches his left hand, the cold metal stroking your body- a gun. It rests in his hands elegantly and you start thinking the awful things he could do with it.

He smirks and pushes your heads towards your side where you see Katsuki.

His face is stained with tears, his eyes bloodshot, wide-open looking at you muttering unspoken apologies from them. You return the sorry look and he eases, your eyes soften as silence fills the room. Katsuki and you stare longingly into each other's eyes exchanging apologies and empathy. The found moment is cut short as Izuku growls.

"What is wrong with you two!?!?" He screams as he walks towards Katsuki and removes his muzzle in one swift motion. "You fuckin' bastard! I will kill you!!" After enduring what felt like hours of emotional torture, finally speaks up he shouts and tries to bite Izuku's hand but Izuku backs away. He notices that Katsuki is still hard, a dent visible in his tight-fitting pants.

"Oh, Kacchan," He sneers. "It must be difficult trying to fight me off while you're still stuck."

Izuku comes closer this time with his gun raised over Katsuki's forehead. "Don't try anything funny, Kacchan. You wouldn't do what I would do to her if I kill you like this." He points his gun at your direction, your brows furrowed with worry. Katsuki stays still as he waits for Izuku's instruction. "Like I was saying, it must be difficult holding up a fight while you're still distracted but, since I am your childhood friend who cares deeply about our fond memories-"

"Yeah, the ones where I beat you up and you run to daddy?" Katsuki snickers and you internally groan this man did not know when to shut his mouth.

"I will pretend you did not say that. Now," Izuku reaches towards Katsuki and releases him from his chains, keeping the gun up in the air to remind who is in charge. Katsuki rubs his wrist and glares at his former green-haired friend. "for the sake of our friendship" The phrase dipped in poison, he goes behind you and grabs your thighs forcing your closed legs to open. "You have one last go before I exile you from Virdis." He speaks of you like you're an object. The dehumanization brings back tears in your eyes and Katsuki frowns. "I don't care about what you do to me. Exile me, even kill me, leave Y/N alone." Katsuki spits his furry evident in his tone and Izuku sighs, he lets go of your thighs and brings the gun next to our head.

"This is Y/N's punishment, and I can do whatever I wish to do with her. She belongs to me." he snarls, "If you don't fuck her now, I will blow her brains out."

You panic, his words settling in your head. You look at Katsuki and he looks away, clenching his jaw he looks back at you. He walks up to you, "Good, good" Izuku continues.

Katsuki mutters out a low sorry while he unzips his pants and his dick bounces free, the head red and angry. Katsuki grips your waist as Izuku lets go of your legs, he rubs his dick against your slit and groans. You moan behind your gag as you feel him entering you, Katsuki grabs your legs and entraps them behind his back. He pushes into you, your walls already slick and dripping with Izuku's cum welcome him warmly. Pulling him in as he pushes himself to the hilt.

He growls through his teeth thrusting in and out, biting on your shoulder. You moan out louder, louder than you did for Izuku. Even while your gag muffled your moans he could tell how much you were enjoying Katsuki.

Katsuki captures your hard nipple in his mouth and swirls around it with his warm tongue, his finger reaches down to your clit and rubs on it driving you closer to your edge. Katsuki's thrusts get sloppier and Izuku screams, "Don't you dare finish inside her!" unable to process what Izuku said over the mind-numbing pleasure, you feel yourself clench on Katsuki's dick as you cummed on his dick.

"Ah, fuck, baby," Katsuki whispered in your ear as he came inside you, behind you Izuku became furious.

"You fucking bastard!" He screamed as he pulled Katsuki off you by his collar and slammed him on the cold ground. "Die," He growled as he pressed his gun to Katsuki's forehead and you screamed on your gag.

Katsuki knew he was done for. He looked at you one last time fondly and said, "I love you, Y/N. I will wait for you, always."

"Shut the fuck up, she does not love you." Izuku spat as he hit Katsuki at the side of his head. "Die, bastard. You thought you could steal the love of my life and get away with it, you deserve this. Never thought your innocent little Deku would do something like this, now did you?" Izuku clocks his gun, he looks back at you. You are covered in drool and tears, your cheeks still flushed pink.

"My dear petal, this is why you don't thwart me. This is your fault, because of you, I have to kill my friend! Because of you, a great man will die tonight." Izuku taunts.

You glance back at Katsuki, knowing he is going to die while all you could do was watch. More tears fall from your eyes as Izuku presses the trigger and Katsuki falls dead.

This was truly the worst.

You couldn’t even wail out in distress the ball gag in your mouth made it hard to scream. Trying your best to break free from your restraints so you could touch your dying lover for the last time.

But you couldn’t. All you could do was struggle as sweat rolled from your forehead and cum dried on your thighs, leaking from your abused hole. Katsuki looked at you as he lost his consciousness. He smiled softly looking at you through his eyes, squinting so he could focus on your image.

“You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N..” He said his final words and the glass box of logic and reason in your mind broke. Your eyes grew wide as tears rolled down your cheeks, your nose runny as you screamed into the gag. You had just watched the love of your life die the worst possible death possible, and you couldn’t blame anyone but yourself. Not even the monster who was responsible for your beloved’s death. Your vision started to blacken and your body limps as exhaustion crept up over you.

All of your selfish choices.

This was the outcome

(bonus)

When you came to your senses your body was aching all over, both inside and out.

"Awe petal, don't look so scared," he cooed as if he just did not kill a man.

Izuku was holding you, playing with your hair as he cuddled you to his chest. He placed a light kiss on the crown of your head. Tears stung your eyes as you cuddled closer to him.

"I'll lock you up and throw away the fucking key if you ever even think about doing anything like that again, do you hear me?"

"Y-yes," you say as you exhale shakily.

Izuku tucks some hair behind your ear and grips your jaw, your cheeks squishing and lips puckering slightly. He kisses your lips and smiles.

"I love you, petal." you feel his lips on your aching skin. he licks a stripe up your neck soothing the wounds, "mine," burrowing his face into your neck "all mine."

You lean forward placing your lips on his, exchanging kisses You wanted to scream and cry out instead you let out a small moan. You wished you were gagged again.

"None of this would've ever happened if you weren't such a whore, poor Kacchan would've been alive"

You felt a constriction in your chest at the sound of his name.

planting kisses on your collarbone.

"Tell me you love me," He growls into your throat and bites the flesh

You remained silent

"I shouldn't have to repeat myself."

"I love you so much Izuku," you forced the words out as you exhale shakily your tears flowing once again.

"Be good for me baby. We wouldn't want to see those tears again."

Right before you finally fall asleep, you feel his fingers intertwining with yours in a vice-like grip, his lips peppering kisses all across your face

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Elegy (1/6)

What follows is a story of Miss Argentina and Beetlejuice and how their own personal issues keep them locked in their own private hells. Contains smut and angst. It was done as a rp between @clairjohnson and myself. NSFW. Beetlejuice/Miss Argentina. Beej is a combination of movie and musical; Miss Argentina has contains hcs (such as her name and circumstances). Also contains minor mentions of OC Dante’s Inferno employees. (Tagging people who have asked in the past. If you’d like to be tagged, hmu. If you’d like to be untagged, hmu. @turtlepated @thewolfisapartofmysoul @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @janitor-boy @beejiesbitch @angelicspaceprince) Enjoy!

He’d married, been murdered, vanquished the evil that was Juno – he wasn’t looking forward to seeing her again anytime soon – said some weird heartfelt goodbyes to people he just terrorized, and was carried off by his clones in the smallest, most subdued mosh pit style ever, for an exit that was worthy of some kind of award, just for the theatrics of it.

The second he was through the swirling mists of the doorway that separated the living from the Netherworld, he turned on his own clones and attacked them remorselessly, using claws and teeth to tear them apart, growling like he’d lost his mind and spitting like he was rabid.

None of the clones attempted to fight back or escape. They were part of him, and he was so fucking angry – it made him angrier that they just took their destruction passively, his destruction, a destruction of self that made his hands drip with gore, his mouth taste like clotted blood, and his clothing, the tuxedo conjured specifically for something positive in his fucking waste of a life, a deeper color.

He hated this fucking suit.

He was too exhausted by the end of his rampage to flick it away, however. Stepping over the piles of meat that had been clones, he wiped his hands down his front and winced as they brushed over the new ventilation that goddamn teenager graced him with. He kicked the door to the waiting room hard enough that it bounced off the interior wall of purgatory, startling the assholes sitting around waiting for their stupid numbers to be called.

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It had been another slow day in the waiting room. Not that Miss Argentina had any way to count “days” – time had little meaning in death – but her job was as uneventful now as it had been several hundred new arrivals ago. Staring down at her clipboard Maria crossed out the name of the last soul she’d sent back to meet their case worker. Juno was surprisingly absent at the moment, but the receptionist wasn’t too concerned. Her boss was a work-alcoholic and honestly, what else did Juno have to do? She’d be back soon.

In a practiced motion, one she’d done a million times, Maria stood and slid open the dividing screen to the waiting room.

“Number 5,678 Mr. Hen – “

The rest of the name caught in her throat when the door to the left of her was blown open, rattling on hinges that threatened to give. A split second of panic washed over her, an emotion really only needed for the living, before she saw who it was.

Betelgeuse.

“Mr. Hendrix,” she finished, moving her gaze from the fuming poltergeist to the sorry looking dead man standing up from his seat. “Your caseworker is waiting for you – please step through those doors.”

Maria placed her clipboard back on the desk then leaned out the window a little further, giving the older, bloodied man a deeper once over. “Back so soon, Mr. Betelgeuse? Should I pull you a number?”

"Fuck this place and fuck the numbers!" he spit, literally spit, making the ghost sitting nearest in his line of fire wipe his face as he hoisted himself up – some kind of heart attack took him, no doubt, from the lack of obvious trauma and the effort he took to get out of the molded plastic chair – and hurried as fast as he could out of range.

He could take that chair and beat down every wall in this place. He could tear apart every single soul in this forsaken pit. He could bypass the eons of fucking waiting and just march right down the hall to the Lost Souls' Room –

– scary thing was, that option held some real fucking appeal at the moment.

Beetlejuice glared at each and every dead person cowering in place. Fucking losers. Just like the fucking Maitlands, but worse, because they followed the goddamn directions in the fucking Handbook and were now stuck here.

But what did that say about him? the voice in the crate in the back of his mind whispered. You tried, and you still ended up right.here.with.them.

Beetlejuice grabbed the side of his head, mindless of the residual tackiness on his hand, and gave his hair a yank. Sometimes that dislodged the voice enough to make it shut up.

His gaze fell on the beauty queen behind the partition. He couldn't tell if she was politely waiting for his tantrum to subside, or if she was being indifferently patient, having seen it all before.

Maria wondered, absently, where all the blood had come from. She noticed the gaping hole in his chest and assumed it might all be his – but it was always hard to tell with Betelgeuse. His brand of “bio-exorcising” wasn’t the cleanest. However, based on his outfit, she doubted his day job was what sent him back here. The fool had tried to get married again.

Fixing him with a cool, pleasant smile, Maria yanked a number from the ticket dispenser and held it up. “I’ll just pull one for you, then. You know the rules – no number, no getting to see Juno.”

The beauty queen leaned further out of the window and rested her chin in the palm of her hand – her clipboard and list forgotten for the moment. Red tuxedo – a classic for him. How many times had she seen him in it? She could remember at least four, and she guessed he’d worn it twice as many times before she’d crossed over. Betelgeuse never told her how old he was, but after working with him for over three decades, it was clear he had a few hundred years under his belt.

When was he going to stop pulling this stunt? It never worked. Always ended up with him down in the waiting room – back here with her. Maria bristled, both angry and jealous that he got to leave this hell and go gallivanting top side as he pleased. Her smile tightened and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You never invite me to your weddings,” Maria said casually, lifting the hand from her chin to examine the ruby manicure. “Any good plans for your honeymoon?”

She flicked her gaze up to catch his reaction.

The bitterness and pure rage inside him managed to ratchet up another notch with the receptionist's detached apathy to his situation as she offered the ticket out to him.

Anyone else, and he'd have taken that hand off at the wrist; he could feel his teeth lengthen in anticipation of it. As it were, he snatched the paper away with enough force to tear it. He crumpled it in his fist and shoved it into a pocket without looking at it, casting his glance around the room again at all the lesser assholes who were pointedly trying not to look at him and become the focus of his ire.

Maria's words, her barbed little query spoken in her light accent, just poured salt into the gaping hole in his chest.

"Fuck you," he roared. His voice cracked.

Maria was used to seeing Betelgeuse angry. She was also used to seeing him happy – manically so. The man had a way of taking emotions to the extreme. She was not, however, used to hearing the crack in his voice. The next biting remark died on her tongue and she peered up from her nails, her brow furrowing.

“Oh, don’t look so upset.” She tutted, but there was less sarcasm behind it. “You have all the time in the world to try again, don’t you? It’s not like you’re stuck here (like she was). Not for long, anyway.”

Had this time been different from his other attempts? The pain in his expression suggested so. If he kept this up she may just bring him around back to avoid disturbing the waiting ghosts. Maria didn’t like bending the rules, but for the good of her job she’d bend them. That’s what she told herself at least. For the job.

try again

not like you're stuck here

Her words meant to comfort stung, jamming themselves like smaller spears into his chest. She was partially right. It wasn't like he was stuck here, so long as he could convince some dumb sucker to fulfill the terms of the contract. Finding the right dumb sucker was what took the time and energy.

That led to the whole "try again" debacle. What was the point? He'd never succeed; despite the seemingly impressive power he had in the upper world, it was useless. He was useless, like everything was smoke and mirrors and the one being fooled was him.

He realized he had his fists clenched so hard he was shaking. The ghosts surrounding him in the mismatched furniture, patiently waiting their turn, still did their damnedest to pretend they heard and saw nothing.

"No one is like me!" he'd shrieked in the Maitlands' faces.

The stupid deads sitting here proved it. He had half a mind to grab the nearest one and rip him apart like he'd treated his clones, just to continue to give his rage an outlet, but on top of everything else he didn't want to deal with the consequences of that. Maria was still watching him, as if she expected him to do something of the sort, like she was steeling herself to have to intervene and de-escalate him, even though he knew it wasn't anywhere near part of her job.

The shaking of his fists drew her gaze down – would he really be so brash as to tear through the souls waiting? Not that he could actually kill anyone, but it would make them have to get a new place in line . . . and the paperwork involved would be a headache.

Maria lifted her Miss Argentina sash over her head and draped it on the back of her chair. Quietly, but quickly, she moved around her desk and out the side door that led to the waiting room. Like approaching a wild animal you didn’t want to startle, Maria crept forward. Delicately, she placed her fingers on the side of his arm to get his attention, keeping her back straight and her expression calm.

“How about you come wait in the back, Mr. Betelgeuse.”

Her voice was smooth. She had started adding in the “Mr.” when he’d gone rogue and stopped working for Juno. The days of familiarity, of her calling him “Beej”, were long gone. Maria still kept a certain level of fondness for the poltergeist, though she’d never admit it aloud.

The roots of his hair were probably the color of this fucking suit.

When Maria physically approached and laid a manicured hand on his arm, he almost spun on her. When the pressure on his arm increased, aided by her nails digging in so hard he could feel them through the layers of fabric, he forced himself to relent.

"Fine," he agreed bitterly.

She’d felt him tense at her touch, and Maria briefly considered she’d made a grave mistake approaching him, until his muscles relaxed – slightly – under her fingers. Thank goodness.

Keeping her hand on his arm the receptionist guided him to the office door. She peered out to catch the relief on the newly dead faces before shutting it behind her.

“Take a seat.” She gestured to the chair next to her desk and sat back down on her own. She wanted to stay disinterested, wanted to keep things professional, but she couldn’t.

“So.” Maria pulled some papers together and tapped them on her desk until they were even. “Is most of that blood yours? I haven’t seen you looking so . . . out of sorts in quite some time.”

The beauty queen looked at him from the corner of her eye, pretending to keep most of her attention on the work in front of her.

He sat where indicated, in the hard straight back chair beside her desk. If he wanted, he could look up and see the filing cabinets, the paths in the rug worn through to the subfloor underneath, the endless stacks of paper, and the hallway where the caseworker's offices were.

He didn't want to. He could walk through the place blindfolded. Nothing changed in the Netherworld; it was all slog and dismay. And they thought he was crazy for wanting back out?!

A cigarette appeared in his hand. Sticking it between his lips he glanced up at her question and statement.

"Yeah. The blood's mine. First from that goddamn teenager and second – " He broke off there and used lighting the cigarette as an excuse not to finish and admit he'd torn apart his own clones in a fit of rage. " – never mind. Nothing matters. It's the same shit for eternity."

Maria watched, with pointed interest, as he brought the cigarette up to his mouth. Well, at least the blood was his. Less mess for Juno to clean up later.

“Thanks.” She drawled sardonically, bringing her own cigarette into existence. “I’d love one.”

As she took a drag, Maria let his remark sit in silence for a few moments, unsure of how to respond. Most of the dead seemed to be having an on-going crisis – and if Beej had been feeling the same, he’d never let on.

“You’ve always been one for the dramatics. But never nihilism.” She paused, “ – also, did you just say teenager? You know what – I don’t want to know.”

She threw her hand up at that, waving the question off. He was a scumbag, to be sure, but the thought of him being that scummy was not an idea she wanted to entertain.

He'd have felt bad about not offering her a smoke if he was in a different state of mind. As it were, it didn't even register until she pointed it out. Even then he couldn't quite bring himself to care. It was easy, however, to fill in the blanks she left out.

"It was a fuckin' green card thing," he growled. "Most teens – especially gothy ones who think their existence is the worst of anyone, ever – are dumb as shit. Easy to manipulate. Except this one was too damn clever for her own good. She used – "

It was on the tip of his tongue to admit his naked, desperate desire to be accepted was used effectively against him, but that made sour bile rise in the back of his throat and he had to swallow it down again.

" – ugly art to impale me," he corrected after only a brief hesitation. He took a deep drag, and was dismayed to see that some smoke drifted out the hole in his chest. That kid must've punctured a lung. He sighed as he pulled at his shirt to try and cover it.

From the corner of his eye he watched her watch him. He didn't want her pity. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew he didn't want her pity.

Maria felt herself relax at his growled response – pleased to hear he was still a normal scumbag of the con-man variety. She couldn’t hide the twitch of her lips into a smile when he admitted how he kicked the bucket this time around. She’d seen a lot of dumb ways to die, but ugly art was a first. Chuckling through a drag, she eyed the smoke coming out of his chest, causing her lips to curl even further upward.

As good as it was to have him talking, the anger radiating off him was still obvious. She could practically feel it on her skin. Whenever he got out of hand Juno was usually around to deal with him – but not this time. She was still surprisingly absent. Fortunately, Maria had worked here long enough to know what her boss’s trump card was.

“Juno’s been away from the office today.” she started, putting out her cigarette in the glass tray on her desk. “And you look like you’re in the need of a distraction after . . . your little accident.”

The receptionist spun her chair to face him, one slender bare leg crossed over the other, and raised a brow at the bloodied ghost.

“How does a drink or two at Dante’s sound? On Juno’s tab, of course.”

She smiled, scarlet lips parting to show off her straight white smile. In many ways the two were opposites. Beej was unapologetically himself, moss and all, while Miss Argentina went to great lengths to appear perfect. Even though she had let some of that anxiety go in death, bad habits were hard to break.

“I’ll join you – if you don’t mind. I could use some time out of the office.”

In an effort to appear disinterested in the state of both his clothing and the new hole he was going to have to figure out how to close, Beetlejuice kept his eyes on the paperwork she'd straightened. A kid's profile, from the looks of it. One perk about working as Juno's assistant way back when was helping the kids when they came through –

He glanced up sharply when Maria mentioned Dante's. Actually suggesting it, and accompanying him to it. He would've thought that the beauty queen would pretend that place never existed, although he knew she must have been both scouted and offered a job there.

"On Juno's tab? A drink or five sounds great."

Some time that old hag was going to show up again, slathered in Sandworm spit and gastric juices, and he'd much rather not be found here if possible. He stood up abruptly, making the wooden chair squeal against the floor.

"Fine. I'll let you take me out."

“Only drinks, Mr. Betelgeuse. I’m not paying for any other services.”

Miss Argentina hadn’t had a chance to be out in quite some time. With an eternity stretching out in front of you, there was little rush to do much of anything other than your assigned job. Peering down at her burgundy gown, she also realized she hadn’t changed her outfit in years – wearing the same dress to two different parties used to be a mortifying thought when she was alive.

How things change. The beauty queen stood, and with a few moments of concentration, changed into a red cocktail dress. Her French curled hair now in tight waves around her shoulders. It felt nice. A little like being alive, even. Even if it was just to go out and watch this man get drunk off his ass. But she understood his desire to live again – didn’t all ghosts wish they could be top side? He was certainly the most tenacious about getting there.

“All right, ready when you are,” she said while smoothing down her new outfit. She turned from the older man and started towards the office exit, throwing a ‘are you coming?’ glance over her shoulder at him.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her hands smoothing down the fabric of her choice of dress. With his cigarette still caught between two fingers, he ran his thumb over his lower lip, thinking about the differences between the dead and the breathers changing clothing – the breathers had to take it off and put it back on, versus simply willing a new outfit into existence.

Of course the dead could be titillatingly mundane, if they chose. It was too bad this was the never-closed office, and there was a waiting room full of ghosts on the other side of the glass partition –

At her invitation and with a sigh, Beetlejuice stepped off the road that daydream was headed. He'd lost the chance with her a long time ago.

He flicked his still lit cigarette into the ether and decided if she was going to be dolled up, it wouldn't be right for him to accompany her in what he was wearing. Between one step towards the door and the next, his blood-soaked tux became his favorite striped suit. He left the hole in his torso under his shirt.

"Lead the way, muñeca." tbc . . .

#writing #role-play #BeetleTina #Beetlejuice #Miss Argentina #Beetlejuice x Miss Argentina #Movie Beetlejuice #musical Beetlejuice #fanfiction #rp

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Stark Legacy 4

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Maria Hill x Reader but Maria Hill x Reader centric for this chapter.

Summary: Four times Maria Hill finds the reader super cute but tells herself three girlfriends enough, and the one time she doesn’t hold back.

Word Count: 4884

A/N: Well, I didn’t plan for this to go almost 5k but here we are. And this is my first time writing, Maria Hill x Reader, so have mercy on me. I hope I gave it justice, and that you guys have fun reading this one as much as I had fun writing it. Let me know what you guys think. xx

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6

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Happy startled from where he was lounging in the living room when he heard several footsteps coming from the hallway. He was already aiming his gun at the door when Carol walked in along with Nat, Maria, and Wanda. They looked unfazed in the face of a loaded gun.

“Hey, ladies?” It sounded more like a question than a greeting. He unloaded his gun, put it back down the centre table before walking to the bar where the girls sat. Nat was behind the counter already pouring drinks for Carol and Wanda. Maria, on the other hand, walked directly to the balcony to make a phone call to cancel the crew she called for awhile ago.

The room is tensed, Happy can sense it. Before he could question what’s wrong, Maria walked back in, and asked, “Did you know that Stark’s built a new iron suit?”

Ah! Now Happy understood what the tense silence meant. “Is she even gonna tell us?” Carol asked after turning her stool around to face him.

“Well -”

Wanda gasped before he can even say anything else. “What do you mean she’s just out testing her suit?” Happy looked at her with a straight face. He never got used to the young witch being on his head.

“Do you mean the suit’s not finished yet?” Nat looked like she’s trying to decide whether she’s uncomfortable, worried, or pissed. “Did you know what she did?”

Before Happy could answer though, the sound of your metal boots landing on the balcony made everyone turn towards you.

“Stop terrorizing the poor man, Tasha.” You walked slowly inside the penthouse, your suit retreating back inside your body. It was a design Tony planned for the next Iron suit that he never got to incorporate. You walked back to the couch and sat facing everyone at the bar.

“Did Fury know about this?” Maria asked as politely as she could while asserting her power as Deputy Director.

“No.” You answered simply. Before she can pose any question, you continued. “I’m not S.H.I.E.L.D, nor an Avenger. I don’t need to ask permission to anyone to do anything.”

Carol and Maria frowned a little with your blatant disregard of authority. Wanda kept quiet, knowing that you are right. They don’t have dominion over you. Still, behind the counter, Nat tried to hide her chuckle but knew she failed when everyone turned their attention to her. At that point, instead of reigning in her reaction, she started giggling uncontrollably. Carol looked at her like she just grew another head.

Maria having a slight idea as to why Nat is laughing, ignored her and turned back towards you. “May I speak to you in private?” she asked. You’re starting to like how badass Deputy Director Hill is well-mannered. You smiled before standing up and following her in your brand new study.

Nat watched you walk away with Maria. She has a feeling you will live up to the Stark attitude. Instead of getting a little pissed, she’s secretly happy to have Stark energy back in their lives. Sure, it was a little rough getting Tony to work along with everyone else but they made it, and she misses him every day since.

Happy sidled up to the smiling black widow, watching you and Maria speak inside the study with your door wide open. “It’s just like old times,” she whispered.

Happy chuckled, remembering how hard it was for Tony to even sign a contract with S.H.I.E.L.D at first, and how allergic he was to asking permission and being told what to do. “Yeah, just like old times.”

***

It wasn’t like old times. Maria learned that when she found you sitting on one of the benches outside HQ with a cup of coffee from Starbucks, and reading a paperback an hour earlier than you were expected. To say that she was surprised was an understatement. She expected you to be late for the meeting, the same way Tony was when they were trying to get him to sign his contract with S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers.

You looked up at her and immediately greeted her with a warm smile. “Good morning, Deputy Director.”

She eyed you curiously. “Good morning, you’re early.”

You smiled in a way that the artificial skin around your eyes crinkled adorably, and Maria is mesmerized. “Well -” you reached for the tumbler and handed it to her. She took it gratefully. “I never liked being late.”

It’s interesting to know that no matter how alike you and Tony are, there are still things that set you two apart. Maria is quite intrigued to find out what else makes you different. Maria gave you a small smile. “Shall we go inside?”

You meticulously put a bookmark on the page you were reading (because only demons use dog ears as a bookmark) before putting it inside your backpack.

“Lead the way, ma’am,” you said cheekily. Maria’s heart skipped a beat at that.

***

Maria mentally prepared for a long meeting with you and Fury but to yet another surprise, the meeting only lasted for an hour. After explaining your suit, Fury wasted no time in whipping out a contract that will sign you as a training agent with S.H.I.E.L.D for the moment. In the past, Tony made a huge fuss about being put in the lowest rank, they both expected you to do the same but no. You just asked Fury to hand the contract over so you can go through it. With your newly installed AI, you were able to scan the contract and understand it’s content within 2 minutes.

You procured a pen out of the pocket of your trouser and signed expertly on the side of each piece of paper. Fury was surprised but of course, none of it can be seen across his always impassive face. You slid him the side contract, and he caught it expertly.

“Very well -” He neatly put the contract inside a folder with your name labelled in front. “ - Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D, Agent Stark.”

You grinned at the title. Maria bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling as well. Something about you is infectious it seems. “Thank you, Director.”

“Don’t give Agent Hill too much trouble,” Fury said before exiting the conference room.

“No promises, Director.” You said looking at Maria from across the table.

She rolled her eyes at you playfully. “I’m surprised you agreed to the contract easily.”

You laughed heartily, causing butterflies to erupt on Maria’s stomach, then a somber expression took over your face. You looked at the pen in your hand, you turned it over to look at your brother’s name carved on it. “Growing up, Tony and I were inseparable. Even with a few years ahead of me, everyone still manages to think we were twins because we like the same things, think almost the same way.”

You smiled remembering your childhood with Tony but it didn’t reach your eyes. “I know Tony’s a bit of work, and a pain in the ass when it comes to following orders but no matter how alike we were -” You looked up at Maria before continuing. “I’m not my brother, I’m not Tony.”

“I’m sorry -” She felt bad for comparing, she started to apologize but you cut her off.

“It’s okay. It’s a common mistake.”

You said it without resentment, just a fact. Even in the past, you never felt resentment over being compared to him in almost all occasions. You think it’s an honor to be even considered Tony’s equal but with him forever gone, people are bound to keep comparing and you’re not gonna live your second life living in his shadow. It’s not something he would want you to do. So you will point it out until people learn the difference between the two of you.

Maria nodded. She realized in that raw moment that regardless of your ball-jointed shell, and inhumanly perfect skin, you are still fully human inside; and she resolved to treat you like one better.

***

One of the perks of signing the contract with S.H.I.E.L.D was that Fury didn’t revoke your privilege to stay at the Tower with Happy. In return though, you are to report daily at the headquarters and will be closely working under Agent Hill. You frankly didn’t mind, Maria has been very professional since the day she and Happy found you in Tony’s last secret lab. You know that she’s very smart, and damn good leader. It also helps to point out that she’s very easy in the eyes.

Yes, your soul may be housed in a robotic shell but you are still very much gay. Not that you think you have a chance with Deputy Director Hill, no. Happy has filled you in thoroughly about what you’ve missed, one of them being that the most badass women of the Avengers are actually dating Agent Hill.

Now, how on earth do you think you’d ever had a chance to board that ship? The answer is you do not. Had you been your normal human self, it wouldn’t be a problem but you are not your normal human self. And you loathe to admit it - even to yourself - but having a fully robotic body is giving you insecurities you never had before.

So you do the what a Stark would in an event that they can’t get what they want: compartmentalize. Box the heavy feelings and drop it at the bottom of the ocean. So, the next day, you were more than ready to meet Agent Hill (or her girlfriends) without feeling flustered.

“Good morning, Agent Stark.” Maria’s sudden greeting from the gym door startled you enough to cause you to punch a hole through the punching bag. Maria chuckled when she heard you curse under your breath.

You looked up at her as she casually walks inside the room, wearing her tight training gear. So much for not being ruffled by feelings, you thought to yourself. “Good morning, ma’am. I can pay for the bag,” you said sheepishly.

Maria stood a few feet away from you outside the mat. She turned around to put her gym bag down. “Don’t worry about it, we have so many of that in the stock room,” she answered before stepping away from her bag and bending down to start her stretching. She kept her back towards you, giving your full access to her tight ass, and you had to quickly avert your eyes to keep your system from overheating.

“Agent Stark, I detect a spike to your shell temperature,” Edward, your newly programmed AI, spoke through the gym speaker. You internally pleaded for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You thought it was a good idea to cast Edward to the gym system so he could play you some music while working out. Now, you know it was stupid especially after you looked back towards Maria who’s now smirking at you.

Maria walked towards you and put a hand on your cheek. “Calm down, Agent Stark. We haven’t even started yet,” she whispered. Training daily was not a problem you said. Not going to be ruffled by gay feelings you said.

***

On days where you don’t have training, Maria always asks you to shadow her for the day while she does her job as deputy director. It’s in those days that Maria finds more reason to like you. On your first week, she found out that you’re even better with people than your brother. People used to always gravitate towards Tony because he was a force of nature that sucks in people in his orbit. You, on the other hand, is the calm after Tony’s storm, and people gravitate towards you because of your charming and dependable personality.

On the second week, she found out that while Tony likes reminding people that he’s a genius billionaire, you like keeping it on the down-low. It’s common knowledge that you are as much as a genius as Tony was but Maria appreciates your humility. In that same week, she also learned that you are a caretaker.

“Good morning, Agent Hill.” You greeted way too cheerfully. Maria turned towards you and was surprised to see you extending both your hands with coffee and pastry. She cocked her perfectly sculpted eyebrows at you. You smiled at her silent question. “You’re always here early. I’m assuming haven’t had breakfast yet. If you don’t want them, you can give them away.”

A pained looked briefly passes over Maria’s face like the thought of giving your gifts away pained her. “You’re right, I haven’t had breakfast yet. I didn’t wanna make too much fuss in the kitchen and risk waking Carol, and Wanda.” She took a bite of the still-hot Bearclaw. “Hmm. This is so good. Thank you.”

You smiled as you watch her eat up. “You said, you didn’t wanna wake Carol and Wanda. Where’s Tasha?”

Maria noted that you’re the only person at S.H.I.E.L.D that calls her girlfriend Tasha. “She always wakes up early but she’s hopeless in the kitchen.” Maria smiled fondly at the thought of Natasha. Then she looked up at you with mirth in her eyes. “Don’t tell her I said that, though.”

You two started giggling together.

***

The pastry and coffee became a habit. A part of it was you being obsessed with consistency but a bigger part of it was because you care about the woman. You’ve seen how busy she could be with training recruits, doing reports and paper works, coordinating missions, and attending meetings with Fury that she forgets to eat. So, every day like clockwork, no matter what happens or no matter where she is, you find a way to get Maria something to eat.

Just like how you found a way to send her, her daily fix of pastry and coffee while she was at the Avengers compound. Maria was on the balcony speaking with one of her agents when Happy waltz in.

“Happy! My man!” Sam yelled enthusiastically when he saw the man came in with boxes of doughnuts, a smaller paper bag, and a cup of coffee. “Is that for us?”

Happy greeted everyone before putting the doughnuts on the centre table. He made sure to put the smaller paper bag and coffee on a separate table. In Sam’s excitement over the prospect of food, he failed to get the message that the other package wasn’t for sharing.

“Uhm -” Happy tried to stop him but Sam already opened the small paper bag containing Maria’s Bearclaw.

“Oooh! Bear-” He didn’t manage to finish cooing over the pastry before Maria appeared before him with her standard S.H.I.E.L.D gun on his face. He let out an embarrassing yelp.

“Put my breakfast down Wilson or I’ll put you down myself.”

Sam gulped at the seriousness in Maria’s voice. He slowly put the bag down back on the side table and promptly put his hands up in surrender. “Damn, Hill. It’s just bread.”

It was all it took before Carol, Wanda, and Nat started laughing so hard. Sam turned towards his teammates and glared. Wanda recovered first and wiped the happy tears from her eyes. “It’s not just bread, Sam. It’s from her crush,” she said a little breathlessly from the laughing fit.

Sam turned to Maria who’s already sat down and nibbling quietly on her food with a faint blush on her cheeks. “You have a crush on Happy?” He asked incredulously.

Happy threw a pillow on the back of this head. “Ow! What?”

“It’s not from me, idiot.”

“It’s from Stark,” Carol said.

Sam turned towards Maria again. “You have a crush on Y/N?”

“Like I’m the only one,” Maria fired back. Making Sam turn towards the three, who are now turning bright red on their seat as well.

Sam and Bucky chuckled. “Well, hot damn.”

***

Exactly two months after starting your training with Maria, Fury decided you’re fit for more than just desk duty. No one was actually surprised at the decision. Aside from being more agile, more adaptable than any other recruit, you have also proven that you are just as smart as your brother was. Hence, making you as good as a tactician as he was.

On the day of your first mission, Maria came to work a little later than usual and she was surprised to only find her pastries but no you, sitting on her desk and waiting for her. She looked around to check if you’re in just loitering around other tables. You have, after all, been quite popular with the other agents. What with your insanely human-built, and charming personality.

“Agent Colson,” she called out when she saw the man passing by.

“Good morning, Agent Hill.” He greeted cordially. She was just about to ask you when Colson beat her to the subject. “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing Agent Stark, I’m one man short for today’s emergency mission.”

Maria was surprised but managed to give the man a tight smile. “Of course not,” she said shaking her head a little. “May I speak with Agent Stark before you leave though?”

“Of course, she’s probably out at the cockpit preparing with Daisy.”

***

Lo and behold, you are indeed in the cockpit, sitting on one of the metal crates. Your smile faltered a bit when you see the unreadable look on Maria’s face.

“What’s with the long face, Agent Hill?” You teased lightly. Agent Johnson kicked your foot in warning before walking away to give you two a little privacy.

“Nothing.” Her reply was short and clipped like she’s holding back on saying more. “Just -”

“Just?” You cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Just remember your training out there.” She shoved her hands at the back pocket of her dark jeans. “Don’t lose your head.”

It’s not like she doesn’t trust you to complete the mission. It’s not like she doesn’t trust Agent Colson’s team to have your back. They’re one of the finest agents in the organization but it still worries her that you’re going out there without her, or without one of her girlfriends at least. She will have to talk to Fury about it, she thought.

“I didn’t think you care so much, Agent Hill.”

You just couldn’t help teasing her especially when she looks like she’s struggling whether to admit to it or not with herself. Before she can answer though, Agent Johnson came back to tell you it’s time to take off. You nodded before jumping off the crate you’re seating on. Maria watched you leave before the quinjet closes, you turned back to her and winked. You caught a glimpse of her shaking her head to hide the faint blush on her cheeks.

***

The mission was fairly easy. It’s just supposed to be a recon mission. Get in, get intel, get out but like real life, not everything goes as planned. Right at the start, you were antsy, the place was way too quiet to be safe. It was even more suspicious when your team was able to get the intel you came for without meeting any hostile, nor any resistance.

“It’s a trap,” you whispered where your team are huddled in front of the computer. “Let’s pretend we hadn’t caught up to their plan.”

“What are you thinking?” Agent Grant asked while he types away on the keyboard.

“They’re going to ambush us on the way out,” you answered.

Everyone looked at each other. Agent Grant pulled the USB off the computer and turned towards you. “You should take this.” He pushed the device to your hand. “Just in case.”

You frowned. “Hold on a sec.” You snatched the device and slot it in your arm. Within a second, you pulled it back and gave it back to Agent Grant. He looked at you questioningly.

“I can’t hold on to that. They can shoot me, damage my operating system, deactivate me, and capture me.” Everyone got the message. “But I made a copy of what’s inside, just in case.”

“Okay. Let’s get this over with.” Everyone nodded. “Move out.”

***

As calculated, the ambush happened just before you can close the building. They’re waiting for you right in the open, with their annoying HYDRA uniform, and heavy artillery. No warning came before they started openly firing at your team.

You hear Agent Johnson barking orders in your comms. “Spread out, wait for my signal.”

You and Agent May run to the right, while Agent Johnson and Grant run to left and took cover on the thick trunk of the trees surrounding the vicinity. “They’re bound to run out of ammo. That’s our cue,” Agent Johnson spoke through the comms again.

Like clockwork, the gunfire stopped and the HYDRA soldier scrambled to reload their guns. Right on cue, the four of your stepped out of the shadow and started attacking the soldiers in close combat. You can see by the way they were uncoordinated that they weren’t expecting to be engaged that way. You took it as an opportunity to send powerful combination moves to immobilize as many hostiles as possible.

The fight lasted for at least an hour or more. Everyone took a moment to catch their breaths.

“Everyone okay?” Agent Johnson confirmed. The fight visibly took a lot from the team that they can only nod at the question.

“I think we better move out before more of these bad boys crawl out from where they came from,” you suggested. Nobody needed to be told twice. Nobody has any more energy left to fight a fresh wave of hostiles. Even you were running on your secondary battery pack.

***

A collective sigh of relief was heard once the quinjet was safely flying in autopilot. Everyone was already out of their tactical uniform when you emerged from the pit. Agent May smiled when she saw you walk in.

“Change out of your suit and try to relax a little,” she suggested. You started retracting your Phantom suit back to your body when Agent Johnson gasped.

“Agent Stark are you alright?” Agent Grant stood up to check you up. You were confused until you followed their line of sight.

“Oh.” Was all you could say when you saw the corrugated blade lodge a little off your left ribcage.

“Oh?” Your team asked in unison.

You sat down beside Agent Johnson. “What can we do?” She asked. By the hitch in her voice, you know she’s going frantic.

“Nothing as of the moment but I’m okay -” You said a little slower than you normally would, and your eyes started dropping. “-I have run diagnostic. It’s not a threat but it’s draining my batteries fast.”

Everyone calmed a little bit when they remembered you’re not entirely human anymore. “Okay. You should rest. We still have a few hours in the air,” Agent May suggested.

“I already sent a message for Happy. He will know how to handle me.”

***

True to your words, Happy was there when the quinjet landed. “Thank you,” he said to the team before rolling you away with the technical team. Maria arrived at the lab shortly after Happy got you in the table.

“What can I do to help, Happy?”

The man didn’t startle. Instead, he shoved a bunch of wires in her hands before going to the computers and started typing away.

“Can you attached those to Y/N’s body, please?”

Maria did as she was instructed to. After a few minutes, with the cables secure in various parts of your body, the lab light dimmed while the one at the exam table lit up. A program booted on the computer.

“Hello. I’m Edward, I’m Y/N Stark’s personal AI. What can I do for you?”

“Run diagnostics on Y/N.” Happy commanded the AI with practised precision.

“It appears that Ms Stark has suffered a stab wound on her left ribcage. No internal wirings or hardware has been compromised. Except for Battery Pack A.”

“Suggested course of action?”

“Replace battery pack A, and initiate skin repair protocol.”

Happy nodded solemnly while checking his work tablet. Maria standing on the side, just watching everything unfold.

“Edward, I just connected you to this lab. Run an inventory of supplies and equipment.”

After literally five seconds. “Inventory complete.”

Happy smiled thinking how you did well in programming Edward. “Do we have what you need to start Y/N’s repairs?”

“Yes.”

“Then initiate.”

“Copy that, Harold.”

***

The replacement of your battery pack and the repair on your skin only took 45 minutes. All of which was done by the industrial robots from Stark Industries. Happy and Maria looked on intently as machines whirred around you.

“Repairs complete,” Edward informed the pair both Maria and Happy who sighed their relief quietly.

“How long before she wakes, Edward?” Maria asked.

“In about 5 hours tops, Agent Hill. The protocol includes putting her on stasis as she fully charges all four of her batteries.”

“In that case, I’m going to get us something to eat first. This is stressful.” Happy declared while already almost halfway to the door.

***

Five hours, and a box of pizza later, you opened your eyes. You turn your head away from the light and saw Happy sleeping on the sofa in the lab. You smiled softly to yourself, happy to still have the man by your side.

“Hey.” You turned to your other side, surprised to see Maria sitting by your bedside and holding a book on robotics.

“Hey,” you choked out. There’s that unreadable expression on Maria’s face again. Lucky for you, you didn’t have to ask her any more about it before Maria closed the book in her hand and threw herself in your arms.

“Hey, I’m here. I’m okay.” You tried to assure her but Maria only tightened her hold on you.

“You scared me,” she mumbled against your chest.

You were inclined to make a joke about being invincible but by the looks of it, Maria wouldn’t appreciate it. So, you stopped deflecting to protect yourself from catching pesky feelings. You wrapped your hands around her a little tighter.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

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willowser · 3 years

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hi, what are some of your favorite books? :)

hi there :)

so i admittedly don't read as much as i should or wish i did, but these are the books that come to mind when answering this question:

gone girl, gillian flynn

“It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.”

“Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.) And yet: Don’t land me in one of those relationships where we’re always pecking at each other, disguising insults as jokes, rolling our eyes and ‘playfully’ scrapping in front of our friends, hoping to lure them to our side of an argument they could not care less about. Those awful if only relationships: This marriage would be great if only… and you sense the if only list is a lot longer than either of them realizes.”

“I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.”

“You are a man. You are an average, lazy, boring, cowardly, woman-fearing man. Without me, that's what you would have kept on being, ad nauseam. But I made you into something. You were the best man you've ever been with me. And you know it. The only time in your life you've ever liked yourself was pretending to be someone I might like.”

sharp objects, gillian flynn

“Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.”

“The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.”

“A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.”

“I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here. I don't usually feel that I am. I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me.”

frankenstein, mary shelley

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”

“There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.”

“Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.”

“Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear.”

“If I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.”

letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke

“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.”

“I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”

“So don't be frightened, dear friend, if a sadness confronts you larger than any you have ever known, casting its shadow over all you do. You must think that something is happening within you, and remember that life has not forgotten you; it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall. Why would you want to exclude from your life any uneasiness, any pain, any depression, since you don't know what work they are accomplishing within you?”

“In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?”

the hobbit, j r. r. tolkien

“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.”

“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.”

“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.”

“There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

invisible monsters, chuck palahniuk

“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.”

“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”

“Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.”

“You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.”

fight club, chuck palahniuk

“At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”

“I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?” Why did I cause so much pain? Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, “No, that’s not right.” Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.”

“Tyler lies back and asks, "If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing?" I say, goodnight. The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says, "Clawing at the lid of her coffin.”

#honestly i enjoy most things by chuck palahniuk #as well as mary oliver #i actually enjoy the hobbit as well as the entire lotr trilogy but i would be here all night answering this question if i included quotes #this just in: willow is a fantasy writer by nature #✿ ask willow

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skribbz · 3 years

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i know im sending u tons of these but ELLIE

Oh boy here we go

First impression

I actually didn’t know anything about TLoU before I played it except for it being a zombie game. Since zombies have always been a super special interest for me, I had to play it. So actually playing it was like being smacked in the face with emotions.

But I didn’t even know about the existence of Ellie, so my first time seeing her was when Joel meets her. I thought she seemed cool, but a little abrasive. She did make me laugh though.

Impression now

Oh god where do I even start.

I’m not even exaggerating when I say Ellie helped me become who I am today. I related to her in so many ways. Not just in the way she's so nerdy, but also in how she treats others. She was just a kid who was let down by the world around her, yet she still wants to do what she thinks is best for everyone. She's sentimental, holding onto keepsakes from the people she's lost. She can have a bad attitude sometimes, but is just a complete sweetheart. She goes through so much, and even when Joel gives her the option to just go back home, she decides to keep going.

Ellie came into my life when I needed a role model. The way she had gone through so much, but didn't let it break her soul, the way she always found a way to "endure and survive", meant so much to me at the time, and even now. She also helped me accept the fact that I wasn't straight. Seeing a character who I already admired so much, kissing another girl made me just break down crying.

When they said that Ellie was going to be the main character of the second game, I cried again. I think the second game just really expands on the reasons I loved her in the first one. She still tries to do what she thinks is best. It's not always the right thing, and sometimes it's very much the wrong thing. But she has so much guilt over Joel, yet still loves him so much she's willing to do whatever it takes to give him the justice she thinks she deserves, even if she knows it's not at all what he would want her to do. (There's so much more to her thoughts and actions in the sequel of course, but I feel like this is one of the most important ones.) It's just like the first game where she's willing to go to any ends to do what she thinks is right, no matter how much it may hurt her in the process.

I think in the end she has realized that her life means more than just being the cure. Her life matters just because she’s alive, is loved, and loves others, and that message means a lot to me, and I’m sure to many others, too.

I think Ellie is such a wonderful character, and one of the most well written characters I've ever seen in any media. She really changed my life, and because of that she is my favorite character ever.

Favorite moment

HOW am I supposed to choose just one.

Does the entire winter section count? It shows much she loves Joel, and how strong she has become by that point, and how determined she is to survive. She sees just how truly awful some people in the world can be, and despite it she still wants to do whatever she can for the cure.

It’s our first look into what would become a major theme of the second game. While David’s town is an enemy to Joel and Ellie, and we as players hate them, they were doing what they thought was best to survive. Cannibalism isn’t right by our standards, but that’s because we haven’t been pushed to that point. But would we be willing to turn to it if we were pushed that far? Is it more acceptable to kill innocent people to feed a whole community that’s depending on you, or is it more acceptable to just let all of those innocent lives that are depending on you die?

I think we can all agree on one thing though. David is a piece of shit and deserved to be chopped up into teeny pieces.

Idea for a story

I have many ideas. But I'll go with where I think her story can go from here, AKA my TLoU3 idea.

The story starts 12 or so years later. Putting JJ around 13. Dina, Ellie and Abby 32-33. Lev around 25. Tommy and Maria probably late 50s-early 60s

Ellie is back in Jackson. She works her ass off doing whatever manual labor she can because all she wants to do is just work herself into exhaustion. She's dealt with her trauma and she’s in a better place mentally now. Now her reasons for shutting everything out is that she’s too scared to try and really reconnect. She wants companionship but is afraid of the pain of losing it all again.

The exception is when she has JJ. He is still the light of her life. She takes him hunting and camping and plays video games with him and they geek out over comics. She has taught him to draw. She wants to teach him guitar like she promised, but hasn’t been able to yet.

The only time she sets foot outside of Jackson is with JJ.

Dina is of course doing something that uses her skills. Maybe the lead electrician at the dam. They've kept JJ very innocent. Obviously he knows of the infected, and has seen his moms kill them before, but he doesn’t know just how bad it really is, he’s never seen another human die.

Her and Ellie are amicable. They are happy to be co parenting jj but there's nothing between them (for now).

Maria holds a lot of guilt. Over sending Joel and Tommy out that day, over not giving Ellie and Dina help in Seattle, which got Jesse killed, over letting Tommy get as bad as he did after Seattle. She blames herself for the way Ellie is. She tries to spend time with Ellie, but Ellie is very elusive when she wants to be. She adores JJ though. That's her little great nephew. His auntie is the leader of the whole town and he uses that to his advantage every chance he gets. And she lets him.

Tommy has a little guilt. He doesn’t know Abby is alive, Ellie only ever told him she “finished things” and didn’t talk to him much after that. But he sees how she is a complete mess and lost her fingers. He knows that guitar was special for Ellie, plus any kind of disability is a huge disadvantage in their world. Dina doesn’t let JJ near him. JJ doesn't understand why and no one will tell him

Tommy and Maria never worked out their differences and have stayed separated, partly because of their guilt toward what happened with Ellie. They cared about her like she was their own and they both let her down

Jackson is now huge. They’ve made contact with other settlements, and have trade routes. But Maria is getting older and the town is getting too much for her to run on her own. Tommy is getting up there in age as well, and despite his injuries he still does patrols. But alone. He’s not actively trying to get killed, but he isn’t always as careful as he knows he should be.

Story starts out and you're playing as Tommy on patrol. He gets ambushed by a small group of people. And lo and behold Abby (and Lev) is there. Tommy is shocked when he finds out who it is, and he asks if she came to finish the job she started. She says no they tracked him since he left the town and were waiting to get him alone because she has news for him. The fireflies have rebuilt stronger than ever and now they’re back out for the cure and are coming for Ellie, because she is the only known source, but also as a form of revenge for what Joel did all those years ago, destroying what the Fireflies once were. They were able to get there first because they only brought a few people and set out before the main squad. Tommy asks why he should believe her, and she says that Ellie saved her life years ago and it's the least she could do to pay her back. (just like. Assume that there was enough info stored with the fireflies that Abby could work out who Ellie is). To keep Tommy from attacking or following him, they knock him out and untie him then leave.

Control switches back to Ellie who is doing her chores around town. You get to nail fences, chop wood, and carry hay bales. Fun. Later that night, as Ellie is getting home, standing on her porch, Tommy rolls up and confronts Ellie about Abby being alive. They get into a huge fight and Ellie tells Tommy that he fucked up her life. It's his fault she lost Dina. His fault she only gets to see jj when Dina allows it, his fault Jesse was killed. And its his fucking fault Joel died.

He storms off. But then Ellie notices J standing on the street coming to stay the night. She had forgotten this was her night with him. He’d been told his whole life that moms had a peaceful break up, and that dad and grandpa Joel died being heroes, but now he’s upset about what he's heard so he runs back home to Dina.

That night Ellie is woken up by fighting in Jackson. She runs out to try and find what's going on. All she can get is that fireflies are attacking. She eventually finds out that some travelers shot Maria and a fight broke out. Ellie fights through the town to Maria. She's injured with a gunshot in the arm, but alive still and kicking some ass. She tells Ellie that fireflies came asking for her, and would leave peacefully in return. She told them no and they shot her. Maria says she’ll be okay and tells Ellie to go find JJ and get him to safety.

She fights through to the other side of town. Because of the commotion, infected have broken in so there’s humans and infected running around killing. She gets to Jesse's house and JJ is hysterical, Dina is holding him down and he's like screaming and crying. His grandpa fought off a firefly who was trying to get in their home and was shot and killed. It hits Ellie that this is all her fault. People are dying because of her again. Anyway she tells dina and robin that they need to leave. Dina says she's not going anywhere without Ellie. Ellie wants to stay and fight, but JJ is more important right now. So the 4 of them sneak out and near the gates they meet up with Tommy. He’s helping get people out and sending them to one of the patrol lookouts that is secure and can fit everyone.

Ellie sends Dina, Robin and JJ off. Ellie gives JJ Joel's revolver and tells him to keep mom and grandma safe for her. She goes back to Tommy and the two get back to Maria. When they are very close to her, an infected ambushes them and Tommy gets bit. They get to Maria who is losing blood fast and doesn't look well. After a lot of arguing from Ellie, the pair decide to stay. They tell Ellie they’re old now. Maria wont last long with her wounds, and tommy has no chance of surviving his. They apologize to Ellie for the way things turned out and how much she has meant to them all these years. They give her all their ammo except for one bullet in each of their guns, because that's all they need now. Ellie begs them to come along, and she’ll figure something out for them. But they eventually convince her to go. Ellie leaves crying, and Maria and Tommy maybe get a cute moment before cutting back to Ellie.

Ellie makes it back to where the survivors are and is depressed that there's way less than she was expecting. JJ has cried himself to sleep and Dina notices Ellie is acting strange and pulls her away to ask her. Ellie tells her what happened and Dina holds her while she cries. It's the first time anyone has really been physically affectionate with her in a long time so Ellie clings to her as she lets it all out

The last survivors decide that Jackson isn’t safe. It's too damaged, filled with infected, and no one can figure out what the fireflies were doing. Ellie can't bring herself to say anything about it.

The next morning, everyone wakes up and is discussing what to do. JJ is still inconsolable. Ellie decides to take him away from the group to get some fresh air. She tells him to hold on to Joel's revolver. They chat and JJ asks what happened to auntie Maria and Tommy. She decides to be honest with him. She expects him to cry, but is shocked to see him become angry instead. He basically swears revenge for them and for his grandfather. This of course stirs up a lot of very negative thoughts in Ellie, but she decides to let him grieve in his own way for now.

That’s everything I have written out in detail for now. But the main idea would be Ellie becoming a leader to the few remaining survivors as they make contact with the other settlements that Jackson is allied with. She would take responsibility for all of these lives. They would be her reason for fighting now.

Over the course of the game, Abby would come back and her and Ellie would be forced to team up. There’s no more animosity between the two though, they’re both over it and don’t want to go back down that road. Over the course of the story they would come to understand each other’s actions. They wouldn’t become friends, but they can at least rely on each other.

JJ would find out that Abby is the person responsible for Joel and Jesse’s death, and she came from the group that killed his grandfather, Tommy and Maria. He’d go into a rage and try to attack her and Ellie would have to hold him back. He wants to know why Ellie is defending the person who hurt everyone they loved. Ellie would have to finally tell him the whole story, and try to keep him from giving into his anger and sadness like she did in the second game. She won’t let her son become like her. She wants him to stay her innocent baby boy, but she knows that’s just not possible in their world.

Other stuff that I have yet to flesh out:

More about Dina’s backstory. Or at least her last name.

Lev being a big brother to JJ.

Dina and Ellie falling in love all over again as Dina sees Ellie doing so much for the rest of the community. It’s gonna be emotional.

Ellie teaching JJ how to play guitar, and tearfully singing Future Days to him.

Unpopular opinion

I’m not sure of what people’s opinions on her are. I know most people love her and anyone who doesn’t isn’t entitled to an opinion.

I guess one is I’m not a fan of her farm hairstyle. Her Seattle look was just so cute. Why did you do that to your head, girl.

Favorite relationship

Dina of course.

I feel like Dina represented what Ellie could have if she wasn’t stuck in the past. Joel represented her violent past, and her traumas. Dina represented her future, her home, her family. Ellie was so stuck in the past, that she couldn’t see the future standing literally right in front of her.

It’s a great representation of how she holds onto the people she loves, but also how PTSD works. The past keeps coming back to haunt her.

Favorite headcanon

I hc her as autistic! I kinda feel bad because everyone else hcs her as having ADHD. But I’m autistic so I say she is too *sunglass emoji*.

Why I think she’s autistic:

Obviously her special interests would be space and dinosaurs, and the way she talks about them reminds me of how I get when people let me infodump about my SIs.

The way she plays with her fingers looks hella like stimming to me. In fact, that’s one of my stims!

Her interest in art and music.

Her interest in general nerdy stuff like comics and video games.

She collects cards, and collecting is a big autistic trait.

The way she’s sort of untidy and cluttered, yet labels all of her boxes of shit. The ordered mess is such an autistic thing.

#apocalypsebutch #this is 2861 words

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desarcalize · 3 years

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Dusk 8: The awakening

(Flashback) Sarah Miller was daughter of poor family. They lived all together in a village some kilometers away from Fordwich. One night, there was an Akuma attack in the village. A lot of people died and some of them became monsters. Sarah was only seven years old. She ran away when the akuma just attacked the house. She went to Fordwich by foot and she thought that these where the last moments of her life.

She saw the church and approached it. She was afraid that Akuma would find her, so she slept like a fetus in the corner next to the door. It was a ready cold night and the clothes she wore wasn’t good enough to keep her warm. She tried to stay awake, so if she saw one of those monsters, to ran away, but her childness made her to fall asleep quickly.

The next day, mother Rebecca, who was forty-nine years old back then, came out of the monastery door. She was wearing her nun costume and she was ready to go out for shopping to the grocery, when she was a child sleeping next the door.

She approached it and pushed it to make her wake. The girl woke up scared and Rebecca tried to calm her down. She took her in her arms, but the girl was. Without knowing what to do, she took the girl in the monastery.

Sarah was invited to the lunch table of the monastery. There were two more girls. The one was sixteen years old and introduced herself as Sofia Miles. The other girl, was only one year older than Sarah and introduced herself as Maria Canpus.

Maria was a girl of a somehow rich family. She was a spoiled girl, full of energy and happiness, and her parents had enough of her. So, they closed her to the monastery, so she would become a kind and polite girl. She was the opposite of Sarah, she always was.

Rebecca was a simple nun, she had nothing to do with the exorcists. Until then, at least. After she learned about the Akuma attack, she searched in every book in warehouse of the monastery. She found some old pages of exorcism and used them to fight the monsters.

That time she was in the warehouse, she left Maria, Sarah and Sofia in the white room. The girls spent much time together, listening to Sofia’s beautiful melody. They quickly became friends.

When the Akuma attached for first time in the Fordwich, Sofia and Rebecca tried to fight them, as classic exorcists, but that wasn’t enough. In that fight, Sofia lost her life in Rebecca’s hands. From that time and later, Rebecca promised to herself that she will find a true exorcist, a guardian for the two little girls.

Growing together, anyone would notice that Maria was careless and immature, but Sarah, who seemed younger than her age, was always more careful. Maria’s carelessness made her to look like she wasn’t a nun, but just a simple believer of the God.

When Maria was sixteen, Cross Maria was just arrived to the little city. He introduced himself as a new priest, who was sent by the Catholic Academy to practice his skills in a church of a small village. Rebecca gave her position and her room to the new priest. Her exorcist’s skills impressed Cross, who wanted to be an exorcist, but there were not many lessons in his Academy in that part. Rebecca trained him in everything he needed to know about fighting the devil, from the simple cross’s spell, to the power of innocent. Cross wanted to learn more about innocents, so he spent five months searching informations of where he can find them. His research drove him to a small group of exorcists in France, who called themselves “Black Order”.

These people gave to Cross the innocent he needed, but under one condition: He had to find students to whom he will transmit his knowledge. Cross chose Maria and Sarah,who accepted his offer, because they wanted to be exorcists like Rebecca.

Two months later, Maria and Cross started to have strong feelings for each other, but they were both ashamed to confess. One night, when Cross was drinking, Maria asked him if she can accompany him. Cross blushed and accepted her request, so they spent almost every night, drinking, telling stories and jokes.

Sarah had enough with them, she wasn’t jealous, but she wanted to keep the monastery’s good name in this small city. She was always scolded them, they always seemed regretted, but Rebecca was laughing, because she knew that these young couple, would do it again the next night.

Some days later, a man arrived to the church, requesting to talk with the man priest of the monastery. Cross approached him and the man told him that he found an eleven years old boy, who lost his parents and if church couldn’t do anything, then they should give his to an orphanage. Rebecca asked from Cross to keep this boy as worker and Cross agreed. This boy’s name was Barba and he learned how to be a housekeeper of the church really quickly. He helped Rebecca with the food and sometimes the young nuns with the cleaning.

(End of flashback) Nea was sitting in the main corridor with his back on the wall. He was holding his sword in his hands and his clothes were full of the Akuma’s blood. His brain was empty. It was like he was sleeping, but his eyes were open.

Someone approached him, but he didn’t make a move. The man who approached him, offered his hand to help him to stand up. Nea’s eyes started moving and looked the man who offered his hand. It was Allen.

The red-heard man smiled at him and Nea grabbed his hand. He stood up and looked the place around him. Everything was a mess, everything was full of blood, the corridor, the seats, his clothes. It was like Hell

“Father Cross told me what you did” Allen said “And I am impressed by you” Nea looked him surprised. He didn’t expected from him to tell him something like that “Aren’t you scared of me? Are you thinking that I am a sinner?” Allen shook his head “You are fighting for the shake of humanity, against the Evil. This is enough for me” “You don’t know my real goals” “It doesn’t matter. As long as you are the enemy of the Darkness, you are a friend of the Light” “Whatever you say…” “I want to support you in this war” “Where did this thing came from?” “Look, I spent my whole life in this village, reading the books of our religion. I want to do something more. I want to be useful to someone. Please, make me useful to you” “One day” Nea said and smiled “I will need you and your part will be really important” Allen looked him confused “What do you mean?” “I will tell you when the time will come. But for now, I have to go to wash my clothes. And someone has to clean this mess” Allen was watching Nea expressionless, as he was heading to the stairs. “This man seems so serious and so bad, but at the same time, he is so kind and childish. He is just… Weird” He didn’t have anything else to do, so he went to keep company to Father Cross.

Cross was sitting on his bed. His right side of his face was full of gauzes. He was looking to the floor, with empty thoughts. He lost Maria and Sarah was unconscious for two days in her room. That was enough for him to change dramatical.

Mother and Barba never saw him like this before, he didn’t talk much, he wasn’t getting out of his room, even for a bite of food. The only thing he was doing was smoking and drinking all the day.

Allen noticed Cross’s different personality from the first glance. He tried to help him, to make him feel better, but the only thing he got from him was swears. Without knowing what to do, he was called by Barba to help him out with the lunch.

Mana was at the wooden seats of the church, he thought that he could get away from the church’s responsibilities, but Barba, grabbed him from his clothes and drove him to the kitchen. Maybe Barba was only 12 years old now, but his body type, made him looking like to be in the age with Sarah. That made Mana to obey easily to his quests. Barba gave to him a piece of cloth and a silver bucket.

“Go and fill them with water and go to clean the main corridor” “Alright, alright. I can’t believe that I am taking orders from a boy, which is five years younger than me” “You know that I can here you, right?” “Em… I am going to fill this bucket with the water of the pit” he said and ran away fast

Mother was in Sarah’s room, treating her wounds. The Akuma scratches on her back, started from the right shoulder and ended at her left side. That’s why, Mother, as the only woman left to the monastery, had to treat her. She put away Sarah’s upper nun clothes and wrapped her naked body with gauzes.

In the room behind the church, Nea was checking the piano’s keys. He found some old music books in the monastery’s warehouse and started to playing the notes of pentagram. The sweet melody filled the church and the members felt like this music was a temporary salvation to their heavy souls.

Cross felt like a strange power was calling him. He couldn’t explain it, he just wanted to follow it and see what was on the other side. He stood up and left went on the underground of the monastery, trying to not be noticed by the other members.

He was standing in-front of the door of the room where the three exorcists were practicing their innocents. He inhaled and opened the door. He turned and looked the flower-like innocent of Sarah. He took it in his hands, without feeling anything. He knew that the innocent wanted his master and a master needed his innocent, so he took it and went to Sarah’s room.

Sarah was in a muzzling position, because of the scratches on her back. She was still unconscious and doesn’t seem to respond when he opened her room’s door. He approached her and put her innocent on her left hand. Even if she was in comma, the contact would activate the innocent. He looked at her one more time, how peaceful her young face was, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

At the afternoon, Allen and Mana brought the coffin and a black dress for Maria, just like Mother and Cross were ordered them. Mother dressed Maria and the two young men put her corpse in the coffin. They were ready to close it, but Cross stopped them.

“Please… Could you… Could you leave her some more days in her room” “But, Father Cross…” Allen said “I can’t let her go yet. Please, just for one more day. Tomorrow evening you can close it and take it” “As you wish” Allen said and made a movement with his head to Mana, to follow him outside of Maria’s room.

The approached the new coffin, opened it and looked inside. It doesn’t seem different than a normal coffin, but there was something strange about it. He could feel it, like it was an extent of his body, just like he was feeling the Judgment.

He opened the door and climbed the stairs. He saw Nea, who just stopped his piano lessons. Cross did a movement with his head to follow him and that was what the young man did. There were in Cross’s room and Cross opened one drawer from the nightstand. There were five books inside there and he gave to Nea the two of them

“What’s up with that books?” “Search about the innocence types” “But, there are only two” Nea said and Cross turned to him. The expression on his face was full of interesting for the young Noah “Which are they? What do you know about them?” “It’s really weird that an exorcist like you doesn’t know….” “I asked you: Which are they?” “Ok, ok! Don’t shout! Well, they are the equipment type and parasitic type” “What do you know about them? Tell me everything”

In the same time, in Sarah bedroom, the innocence got synchronized with her body. It turned from a white flower, to a blue cube. The blue cube turned to a liquid form, which got absorbed by her body, between her gauzes, inside her scratches.

Sarah started to moan from pain in her sleep, like she was watching a nightmare. She started to move and grabbed the pillow to withstand the pain. Bones came out of her back. She opened her eyes wide and her mouth, trying to scream from help, but she couldn’t, the voice didn’t come out.

Back to Cross’s room, Nea and Cross was sitting on his bed having the books on their hands “I don’t know much” Nea said “I am not an exorcist, the one is an innocence which takes the form of an object and the other is taking the form of a body part” “So, you don’t know” “I am not lying to you, Cross Marian. Why should I? I told you that I know some things. These are everything I needed to know as a former Noah” “The innocence can kill Noah, too?” “Yes, of course! Akuma was created by the first Noah, Millennium Earl, or Adam. Noah and Akuma have not much differences in that part” “I see…” Cross said Mana was exhausted from the many works that Barba gave to him. “Now that Sarah was in comma and Maria was dead, there weren’t many people to take care of the monastery” He thought. He inhaled and he took of the red ribbon. His long brown hair felt on his back. He scratched the top of his head, to relax the roots of his hair from the so many hours in a ponytail. He was ready to lay on his bed, when he heard something like a drowned squeak. He turned and saw Nea’s sword, Crown Cross on his brother’s bed. He grabbed it and ran two to Sarah’s room.

He opened the door and he saw Sarah standing in front of her mirror with her arms covering her bare chest. Her long black hair was falling on her back, which now had two angel-like wings. The wings’ color was blue at the beginning of her back, turned into turquoise and they ended as green.

She turned and looked at him shocked by the awakening that happened to her and by the onslaught of man in her room. She covered her chest more and turned on the other side blushing. The same blushing was on Mana’s face “I am fine” she said “The bones of the wings came out of my back, I… I couldn’t yell at first, but… when my voice came back, I started screaming…. I am fine now…. You can go” “Yes… you are right” Mana said “I apologize” He left the room quickly, closing the door behind him. Sarah turned and looked the closing door, blushing.

At night, Cross Marian was sitting on his bedroom, reading an old book he took from the warehouse. After the event with the two Akuma attacks and Nea’s story, he searched old books from the order, about Noah family and Adam. He found the legend of the Sculls. People who were wearing masks made of bones, who could use spells and manipulate the dead for the sake of Millennium Earl. The only thing they had to do was to say six words.

An idea crossed his mind, like someone whispered something in his ear, reminding him something he forgot. He ran quickly to the stairs and went to the underground. He opened the Maria’s door and approached her coffin. He removed the chains and opened it and he was surprised that her body was like it was the first hours she died. Nothing changed, not even her smell. Maybe it sounds weird, but Cross loved everything on Maria, even her smell, which reminded him roses. He stepped back and whispered some words he read in this old book:

“On, Avata, Ura, Masarakat, On-gatar. Rise… Grave of Maria” Maria’s body started to move like she was alive. She stood up and got out of her coffin. Cross looked at it scared and full of awe. She turned and looked at him. She started to walk and approaching him. He reached out his hand and Maria grabbed it. He brought her close to him and looked in her expressionless face “I will never let you go. We are going to end this war. Together”

#dgm #d gray man #desarcalize #Cross Marian #nea walker #neah d campbell #nea d campbell #neah #nea #mana walker #mana d campbell #mana #Sarah Miller #my OC #My Story #katsura hoshino

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thisisformyenglishclasslolll · 3 years

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Lies & Cries

It all starts with 16-year-old Safya and 17-year-old Gisselle at the police station. They were giving their testimony and pressing charges for extortion and attempted murder. The police took her to the interrogation room and she started narrating what had happened, while in another room was her sister confessing and telling her side of the story...

David, Angellina’s husband and father of her children used to cheat on her multiple times, and one-day Angellina had enough. She started a relationship with her secretary, Ana. Gessell, Safya, and David found out about her affair. Safya was happy that she could finally find someone who loved her. Given that her dad's cheating was no secret at the house, Safya did not make her mom being in another relationship a big deal but Gissell and David were not happy. They began to hate Angellina with their soul, they hated the fact that she had cheated on David but more than it was with a woman.

One day while the sisters were walking to school Safya noticed a white van following them. Terrified for what it could be she kept calm and acted as if nothing had happened, to not alarm the possible kidnaper. She took her sister's hand and held onto it hard, looking at her with terrified eyes, and told her “ Gissell, don't look back, but has been following us since we left the house”. Gisselle was strangely calm and didn't take Safya’s affirmation seriously. Gisselle stopped her track making Safya stop too, Safya was panicking at her sister's reaction she kept pulling to move but Gissell didn't even flinch. Safya turned her head with desperation in her eyes, only to find that old white scratched van right next to them. Not a second happened and she felt a bag being put over her head. She was lifted off the ground by someone she began to wiggle on the person's arms never letting Gissell hand go but then her world crumbled as she felt her sister's hand was missing she began to yell her name but no one answered listed she received a hit on the head and was knocked out by it.

Hours later Safya opened her eyes startled by the bright light, she realized she was on the ground with her hands tied and head still on the bag she rapidly took it off and flashbacks of what had happened came back to her mind. Tears pouring down her eyes, she began looking everywhere in desperation to find her sister, hoping she would have been behind a bush and she just hadn't seen her but Gisselle was nowhere to be found. Safya began to walk through the lonely road looking in anticipation for a gas station. After half an hour of walking with the hot sun on her face and the high temperature, she finally got herself to one, almost dying of tiredness she fell to the ground and passed out. She woke up to the face of a young woman, sat up and the lady gave her a glass of water and asked “My name is Maria… What happened to you? Do you have someone I can call?” Safya burst into tears and told the young woman what happened. Maria was in shock and pitied the young girl in front of her. Once again she asked if there was someone she could call and Safya dictated to Maria her mother’s number.

After 2 hours of waiting her mother finally got to the gas station. When seeing Angellina, Safya began to cry yet again, and so did her mother. They got home and David was there waiting for them, hugging them tight, reassuring them that everything would be alright. A week had passed and David decided they would not tell the police in case the kidnapper called, and the mysterious person did, asking for a 1 million dollar ransom and to not notify the police.

For the next few weeks David began disappearing strangely every now, and then and every time they questioned him he would say he was with a private investigator he had hired to help him find Gisselle. They believed him for a few days until Angellina noticed a pair of keys she had never seen on her husband's desk, thinking it might be for something important. She decided to follow him to give him his keys since she didn't know where he was going. She parked the car a few treats back to call him and just as she was about to he stopped the car outside an old dark stinky cellar. She saw how he got down the car and searched for something in his pockets, later hitting the door with an angry face. She realized he was looking for the keys she had, but also that she had never seen that cellar before or heard him talk about buying it.

Angellina’s suspicions grew even more when she remembered, he wasn't with them when the kidnapper called, he was with his so-called “private investigator”. Just then David got back in his car angrily. When his car was out of sight Angellina got out of her car and made her way to the door of the cellar. She took the key out of her pocket and nervously inserted it below the door knob, she twisted it and her heart dropped when she saw her daughter Gisselle sited on a table brushing her hair. She took her phone out and sent her location to Safia telling her to call the police if she didn't send her a text in 30 minutes. After that, she immediately ran to her daughter to give her a hug just for her to move away. Angelina's heart broke into a million pieces when she realized that maybe Gisselle wasn't here against her will.

At that moment, David came in shooting Angellina 4 times in the back. Seeing her mom's lifeless body fall to the ground made Gisselle realize what she and her dad were doing was wrong, very wrong. Once her father seats on the table she stands up and grabs the baseball bat beside her, hitting David on the head with it. She ran to her mom holding her while calling the police telling them to come with an ambulance for her mother.

Back at the mansion Safya was sick worried about her mother and decided to call 911 right away. While being on and giving the woman on the other side the location she told Safya policemen were already there, she couldn't help but feel worried. She asked the 911 operator what happened but disappointedly she refused to give that information. Persistently and hopeful she decided to call her mother's, and the phone was answered.

-"Hello? Mom?"

-"SAFYA!"

Said a crying voice

-"Ge-Ge-Gessell?"

-"It's me, sister, please come to the hospital mom has been shot!

Safyia's heart dropped...

-"I'm on my way.

Safya got to the hospital and Gesselle confessed what she had done and what her father did. Safya was disappointed in her sister and but all that mattered for her was that David paid for what he did, so as the police asked them to give their statement in the police station they accepted quickly. And with that, we come back to the present. Safya and Gisselle were in two interrogating rooms giving their testimony. A few weeks pass and the police conclude that David was guilty given Gisselle's confession, the white van with David's fingerprints found in a cellar which was also bought in his name.

#lol story reading englishclass

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Maria watches friday night lights (#26)

5x03 here we are, Julie’s bad decisions are piling up! (I watched 5x04+5x05 too, just gotta edit all my ramblings into coherency.)

under the cut:

Wow the level of Lions pride there now is is truly amazing. It’s wild that Buddy now owns this East Dillon watering hole! Weirdly like...growth? Given how many different types of people are gathered to celebrate this team that was revitalized only a year ago? Wild.

Uh oh, why does Vince’s father getting out of prison seem like a bad thing. God things were finally going well for him!

Also love how I was equally as disturbed as Vince was by his mom cleaning, knew something was up!

Omg the video with Maura went viral! 2,000 hits. That’s like everyone their age right? 😬

“We didn’t do any of this crap when we were kids.” Tami’s look of “yeah right” made me lol

“You think maybe people change? You changed.” I was about to say it but then Vince did: “I don’t know. I ain’t gone to jail.” Bc the problem is — the prison system ensures that people remain in a permanent underclass once paroled, making it nearly impossible to escape the cycle. so unfortunately it seems very unlikely Vince’s dad changed for the better while in a prison, which is an inherently violent and traumatizing place to be, let alone for five years when he already had a track record for treating your mom like trash...oh babe.

Oh nooo Buddy Jr. is smoking weed. West coast, brother! Lol

Yikes this is really sad, Tami is like trying to subtly be like to Maura, ‘sooo did seeing a bunch of guys passing you around while drunk on video like...maybe traumatize you a bit?’ And Maura’s like ‘WE WERE HAVING FUN HAVE YOU EVER PARTIED.’ Hello, internalized misogyny and a need for therapy, plz honey. Seems like her parents are a lot angrier than she is!

“daddy issues.com, I feel you” is literally what I nervously sang out loud at Vince and his father reuniting.

Omg they’re forcing the girls alone to listen to a really boring lecture on alcohol? This just doesn’t seem effective.

Holy shit two of the football players were making fun of the video.....? Disgusting. Rape culture is the fact that people are making fun of a girl being passed around like a rag doll!

The TA giving Julie a C- bc he’s “spent time with her” and “knows she can do better” is super manipulative and creepy and oh boy I hate this harmful dynamic. He’s literally GRADING HER PAPERS. Nope nope nope.

oh god not the ol “weekly salon for promising students the professor just so happens to host” trope! OH GOD

Ooooh making Jess equipment manager??? Tami is the best. Aw Jess is so excited! I’m so glad that within five seasons they included a character like her who is a girl who also grew up with football and loves it more than some of the guys on this show do!

Ooooh they’re doing shirts and ties instead of jerseys on game days and community outreach. Mmhmm ok revive your image

Vince is losing his confidence and motivation as a captain now his dad’s home noooooo

Lol I knew Buddy was gonna blame the weed on “that hippie Kevin.” So predictable.

“You know maybe it’s not about you and it’s not about Pam, it’s about your son, who happens to need you.” YES ERIC TELL HIM

“Nobody said being a dad’s gonna be easy.” OOH OOH Eric give my dad one of these talks next

“Girls in locker rooms are bad ideas.” I can’t. Lol Tami got lil toddler Grace to say “think about it, daddy!!” She doesn’t play nice.

LMAO I have never related to Vince more than in this moment: “did you talk to your dad?” “Yep.” “how did it go?” *sprints away without answering*

Okay here we are, douchey assholes at the ~salon~ and Julie with a glass of champagne and a devious smile looks like she’s on a mission.

“You must be so proud to have such a distinguished wife.” Oh Jesus TA’s wife’s away on a “sabbatical in Boston.” I see where this illicit romance is going and THANKS I HATE IT

Oh geez Vince doesn’t like Jess being equipment manager? She looks so cute and excited!

Oh boy, Maura is clearly going through some shit, she is relishing in being caught. I know that Tami is judging making out in a supply closet as a concept, but it can be hot—however, in this particular case, i have to agree on not romantic.

“Everyone thinks that I’m married but I don’t feel like I am.” Lines men say before they cheat on their wife with an underage student under their tutelage they shouldn’t be pursuing even if they’re single.

“You’re an awesome girl, Julie Taylor.” Key word ‘GIRL.’ Now he’s saying he feels “comfortable with her” and “if it were a different time and a different place.” This is what grooming sounds like.

Ewwwwwww

Oh noooo Julie you’ve been in college for like five minutes and you’ve already fucked a married TA. Oh honey NO.

Poor Vince. So much trauma between his mom and his dad.

Wowwww the transition from Vince fighting with his parents to walking in suit and tie past all the fans with signs 😭

Yes Eric reiterating he’s proud of Vince and so are his teammates after he goes off — I love how he can like tell something is off with him. He shuts the door and gets Vince to explain the home situation in like five mins.

“He never taught me how to better! How am I supposed to be better?” Omg yessss I feel you babe 😭

Oh god is Vince’s dad showing up gonna cost them this game

NOPE he just did an INSANE touchdown instead!!! Go Vince! “They call that the Tinker shuffle. They get a flag for excessive celebrating and who can blame them?”

“That was a hell of an effort. That’s character, Vince.” Awwww Eric’s so proud of him. His dad is sad. Welp, no thanks to you.

Omg their 3 and 0 East Side cheer at the bar sounds so much like the cheers our predominantly Black football team would do at our pep rallies I love it. This team has so much more heart and soul than the Panthers.

Omg Buddy Jr. is coming back to town???? Intrigue.

TA apologized and and acknowledged he knew it was wrong for teacher-student reasons! Yikes! Bc you know it’s gonna happen again!

“Only 17 years old and you’re already better than I ever was.” Damn Vince’s dad apologizing for not asking to move in after seeing him shine at the game, #growth

“Tonight for the first time in my life I knew what pride felt like. I mean, boy, that was crazy out there. You the man for real.” OMGGGG VINCE IS CRYING wow 🥺

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 5x03

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etlunainmorte · 5 years

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✒ P.S. I Love You ✒

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III

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"It's him again. Poor guy must be really nervous right now." Avery strode towards the front door and before she could leave, she turned to them once more. "Make yourself at home, I insist." She, then, gave them an awkward smile as she opened the door and went out. "If you can,..."

And with those words, Avery finally left them inside that very cold mansion.

"That's very hospitable." Nico muttered after seemingly an eternity later of just her and V staring at the door. She, then, turned towards V and punched him ( playfully ) in the shoulder. "Hey, what's the plan?"

The tattooed poet threw his cane, caught it, and slammed it several times against his left palm. He gave the woman a sideways glance and smirked. "I'll see what I can find here on the first floor. I noticed,... something strange,... a while ago."

"Okay, gotcha. I'm just gonna get something in the van. Some things I prepared for the mission." The woman made her way to the door and as she was about to come out, she winked at V and gave him a thumbs up. "See ya."

V watched as the freckled Artisan swiftly made her way out, and when she was finally gone, he turned and -

He felt his heartbeat halt once more for a split second as he came face to face with the same boy he saw earlier.

And this time, he was unblinkingly staring at him right in the eye.

V felt his hair stand on end again and the cold creep unto his skin. The way the boy stared at him with those wide, muddy colored eyes and that distinct frown on his pale face,...

... it's as if he was searching for something beyond his eyes. It was like he was appraising his very own soul and being.

But, why?

"How can I be of service to you?" V graciously and patiently asked the boy. After a few seconds, the young one only abruptly turned away from him and hastily went back to the kitchen. And this action only led V to follow him,...

"Hey, V,..." All of a sudden, his demonic avian familiar, Griffon, materialized, his talons immediately taking hold of his shoulders, seemingly in caution. "Be careful 'round this place. I don't feel so good in here! It's like I'm bein' strangled! A - and,... it feels like this house is drainin' my energy!"

"I know." V answered at the same time his demonic feline familiar Shadow materialized.

"See? Even the house cat could feel it! Look at her!" And what Griffon said was true: the moment Shadow materialized, her eyes lit up in caution as the red marks on her jet black fur appeared. She was baring her fangs at something at the top of the stairs, and V could not even see what it was she was being angry at.

No. The way she was acting and the way her skin pulsated like she was ready to attack an any given time: V felt like Shadow was being threatened by something.

But, what?

"I have to go after that boy." He decided. "And I have to find out the cause of all this,... strangeness."

"Okay, Shakespeare. Ya know the drill," Griffon gave his little pep talk as his master made his way towards the kitchen. "You and I like to exist, so get rid of that ghost real quick, cause killin' it aint my schtick ( mainly 'cause we can't even kill ghosts )! Sorry if I don't get yer back, 'cause this whole place is just whack!"

V smirked at his familiar's quip and calmly searched for the boy. He found him right there, in the huge room, talking to someone. It was an elderly woman dressed entirely in what looked like the family's maroon uniform for servants like her. And the moment the boy realized that V has managed to follow him, he quickly ran away and went outside towards the opposite side.

"Pardon my,... intrusion." V began as calmly as he could so as not to frighten Avery's elderly housekeeper. "I came here by your lady's request for a special,... commission."

"My,... lady?" The old woman croaked.

V watched with wary eyes as the old woman faced him. And as her kind, gentle, and yet, restless, features finally registered, the tense feeling on his shoulders vanished altogether as he finally relaxed for the first time since entering the cold mansion.

The woman's eyes widened as if she was so shocked upon seeing him. If it weren't for the genuine smile she showed him, V would've felt conflicted upon making her teary eyed for a seemingly unknown reason.

"You must be the man our lady chose."

"To tell you the truth, I was not her first choice."

"Oh, why? Pray tell."

"She considered me,... upon being rejected by the man she,... originally chose,... for this job."

"Oh." The slight frown on the woman's face disappeared as it was replaced once again with her kind and gentle smile. "If you were not originally chosen as you've said, then it must be fate that brought you here, young master."

V chuckled as he shook his head. "I see. Then, I' am obliged to tell you that my companion doesn't believe in things such as fate."

"The young lady does."

V noticed the clear sadness in the way the old housekeeper said those words, and before he could even muse about it any further, she gave a slight bow and motioned for one of the chairs. "If you should take a seat, then I would gladly tell you everything I know. My name is Maria, and I have served the (L/N) household for as long as I could remember."

"Madam Maria. You can call me V." The poet returned the courteous gesture as he introduced himself.

Maria giggled as she waved him off with one hand. "Just Maria is fine, young master."

"Then, call me V,... and not young master."

"Very well! Very well! Please! Take a seat and make yourself at home. I'm making some muffins for dinner, and we have some to spare for you and your pets without ruining your appetite."

As V settled on one of the chairs facing the long wooden table, he watched the movements of the old lady as she prepared the muffins. And as he admired her hard work and effort by preparing the food and for serving the household for as long as she could in general, he couldn't help but wonder why she hasn't retired yet, given her old age.

"Hey, V," Griffon, who was still clinging unto V's shoulders with his talons, whispered. "... that cute little old lady is not even afraid of us! Is she even alright? Ya know, in the head?"

"Now, now, that is a very rude way of addressing our,... host." V answered as Shadow finally calmed down and settled next to his feet.

"Here we go. Have as much as you can. You would need all the energy you could get." Maria offered the huge plate of muffins before V, and after doing that, she settled on the chair opposite him.

"Thank you, Maria."

"Always happy to serve the lady's guests."

V looked at the scrumptious looking treats and felt it was rude to refuse, so he took one, split it in two and gave one to Griffon, who simply gobbled it without a moment's hesitation. The bird chewed as fast as he could and swallowed with much gusto, the gulping sound he made slightly embarrassing V. He, then, split the remaining half in two and offered one to Shadow underneath the table. Only then did he finally take a bite of the warm and fluffy treat.

It was,... so good.

Maria was eagerly watching V through all this, looking as though she hasn't fed someone in many years.

Which reminded him,...

"You mentioned you have served the (L/N) household for as long as you can remember. I assume it is Avery's mother's family, then?" V asked, the muffin he just took from the plate being swiftly stolen by Griffon, who seemed famished to the bone.

But, Maria didn't answer. Instead, she just held out a brave, trembling hand to pet Shadow. "The young lady used to own a cat. It was dark in color, just like this one. She used to call it Luna."

"Oh, I see." V answered, his fingers almost bitten by Griffon, who took, yet, another muffin from his hand. "This is Shadow."

"Hello, Shadow! It's so nice to meet you." Maria greeted. And to V and Griffon's surprise, the demonic feline squinted her eyes in a gesture that successfully told them she approved of the elderly housekeeper to pet her. Maria didn't waste any time and scratched her behind the ears right away. "She used to hide it from the master, since he didn't allow her to have pets. I remember I have to steal food from the cupboard for little Luna while the young lady hides her in the library. But, of course, the master heard all the mewling. So, the young lady had to part with her, the poor thing."

Who knew Avery was a cat person? "Hmm, it must've saddened Ms. Avery as a young girl. To part with a beloved companion."

Again, Maria didn't answer. This time, she was busy feeding Shadow.

V sighed. He knew he must be patient due to Maria's old age, so he took a mental note of this and proceeded.

"About this,... job,..." V carefully began, ignoring Griffon as he tried to steal another muffin from the plate. "Have you,... noticed anything,... a little,... strange,... lately?"

"Oh, good heavens! I forgot the tea. My mistake, dear. Let me get it for you."

V couldn't help but watch again as Maria stood to fetch the beverage, and when she returned with the pot containing the aromatic liquid and started pouring some for both him and her, he asked once more.

"Anything at all? Like,...sounds, or voices, or - "

"Here." Maria said as she offered V a cup of tea.

"Thank you. Any clue could help us with the investigation - "

"Oh, how time flies,..." Maria mused loudly as she settled back on her own chair to drink her tea. "When you're in here, you never actually notice the time. You sit down with a book in your hand in the morning, and when you get up, it's already twilight. Time flies,... indeed."

V looked at her, wondering whether all aging women were like her, and tried, one more time, to ask her regarding the haunting in the household.

"Are there any restless spirit around here?" V just got straight to the point.

"And sometimes, you sit down with a cup of tea, and next thing you know, a whole week has already passed by."

V inhaled sharply through his nostrils and finally gave up on questioning Maria. He decided to just do the investigation alone and without her cooperation. After all, grandmothers don't do well with creepy experien -

"The thing you seek lies right above us. And with it, all the answers you would need to get yourself out of this labyrinth you involuntarily got lost in the moment you stepped inside this house." Maria spoke in a very vague tone after sipping her tea. She put the cup down on the table and leaned closer to V, too close, in fact, that he was getting really uncomfortable with it. Her breath, which smelled of earl grey, assaulted his nostrils, but what unnerved V the most were her dull - looking gray eyes. As if she's,...

"Or was it voluntary? You don't believe in fate, do you, young master?" Maria asked, allowing V to catch a glimpse of her yellow teeth,...

And so, it was with utter bewilderment when he finally got the chance to untangle himself from Maria's scrutinizing gaze and made his way back to the entrance hall where Nico was already preparing all her things. And by the time he got back, the place was already filled with all sorts of wires, gadgets, and weird things from left to right.

"Dude, where have ya been?!" Nico questioned, seemingly irritated for no reason, at all.

"I was talking to the housekeeper." It was the truth.

"Huh. Ye really like that housekeeper, don't ya? To think you talked with someone for six full hours." Nico scratched her head in confusion. "I thought ya ditched me here, man. You scared me."

Six hours.

Six.

Full.

Hours.

He was gone for that long?! But, it only felt like an hour, even just minutes,...

Then, V remembered what Maria told him earlier:

Oh, how time flies,...

Time,... flies,...

... indeed.

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #p.s. i love you #v x reader #v x you #chapter 3 #maria

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frankchurchillsaysrelax · 5 years

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A little bit of healing after the hurt.

still got a lot of soul underneath my skin

part one

Max is aware of his tendency to hold needless pity parties. Isobel calls him out on it often enough. Sitting here listening to Liz call Michael for the sixth time and leaving yet another pleading voicemail he’s trying his best not to fall into the habit. This is about Michael not about Max’s guilty conscience.

Liz rests her hand on the knee he hadn’t realized was bouncing. “I’m sure he’s fine. He just needs some time Max,” she assures him gently.

“He’s self destructive. Him being alone right now probably isn’t the best idea.” He grabs her hand, lacing their fingers together and resting them on his leg. He is so grateful that Liz was the one to stay back with him, her presence seemingly always having a calming effect on him.

Michael had been long gone by the time the shock had faded and the group had sprung into action. Alex had been the first to leave, hastily calling out that he was going to the junkyard. Maria had dragged Kyle to check out the Pony and Isobel and Noah, wanting all of their bases covered, had headed out to the pods. Cam offered to drive through town and keep an eye out, leaving Max and Liz to hold down the fort on the off chance Michael came back.

That was almost an hour ago. Max had distracted himself while Liz made phone calls by cleaning up abandoned drinks and snacks and then going to flip the breaker when he inevitably lost control. After that, Liz had dragged him to sit and wait with her silently on the couch.

“Michael?”

Max follows Liz’s gaze and can just barely make out the shadowed figure approaching the house through the darkness. Impatient, he stands and rushes out the door before Michael can reach the house.

He stops a few feet from his brother eyeing him like a wild animal before ultimately deciding it would be safe to go further. He pulls Michael into a hug, something he realizes they haven’t done properly in years.

Michael hesitantly pats him on the back but otherwise stands motionless. Max steps away after a few awkward moments and notices Michael glancing around the empty yard and the noticeable lack of cars.

“Guess I kind of killed the party.” He attempts his usual smirk but it’s a pale comparison to the real thing. Adjusting to the dim light cast from his outdoor lamp, Max can see the puffiness of his eyes.

“They’re all out looking for you.” Liz approaches, dragging Michael into another hug. He goes more willingly for her but his movements are still tentative. She whispers something to him and Max can only make out a soft Mikey that evokes a genuine smile from his brother. She comes to stand next to Max and wraps an arm around his waist, a silent supporter.

“Your truck wasn’t here so we sent a search party.” Max attempts a teasing tone but sounds more somber than anything.

Michael looks at him confused before turning to Liz. “I rode here with you.”

Liz’s eyes go wide and her mouth opens like she’s about to say something before snapping shut. “Right. Well I’m just going to go call everyone and let them know you’re back. Yeah, ok.” She nods and runs swiftly back into the house.

Max shares an amused look with Michael before gesturing for him to take a seat at the fire pit. An awkward silence descends as it so often does with them.

“I can see why you and Alex always had trouble communicating,” Max says, startling Michael into making eye contact. “He kind of lashes out when he’s upset too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He kind of went off on me after you left.” Max chuckles humorlessly. “Told me I’d been a shitty brother for a long time.”

Michael looks stunned but there’s something else in his expression, something like embarrassment or perhaps pride. Max can’t tell in the dark. Or maybe he just can’t read Michael. “He shouldn’t have done that.”

“No. But, I mean, he was right.” Max looks at him and wonders not for the first time how they got here. “I am so sorry Michael.”

Michael leans forward and runs his hands over his face. “This is why I never told you or Isobel anything, I don’t need your pity or your guilt complex.”

Max frowns. “That’s not what this is man. I’m sorry because I did wrong by you. You’re my brother and I wasn’t around for you like I should have been. The way you always have been for us.”

Michael starts to protest but Max holds up a hand to silence him. “No, you need to listen. I’m not looking for your forgiveness or asking you to clear away my guilt. I’m always going to be pissed at myself.” Alex’s words echo in his mind, the truth of them still sharply cutting at his heart. “But I can’t go back and change the fact that I didn’t heal you.

“I wish I had. God, I wish I had talked to you about Alex, that I had convinced you to go to UNM, that I had checked in with you more.” He takes a deep breath and looks across the stretch of darkness at the open and vulnerable look on Michael’s face. Staring back at him is a memory of a boy who used to be his best friend. Max feels like he hasn’t truly looked at Michael in over a decade. “I can’t change it but I can do better now.”

Michael doesn’t say anything and his gaze eventually drops to the empty fire pit. Now is when he says something sarcastic or hurtful and shuts down the conversation. Michael makes deflection an artform.

“For a long time I wondered if you thought I lied when I told you Isobel did it.”

Max has no response for this unexpected confession. His brain doesn’t even seem to be able to process a thought so absurd.

“It took a couple years, I guess, before I realized you didn’t, but yeah for a while I thought you might.” He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms defensively, a sure sign that Max needs to tread lightly.

“Why?” Max still doesn’t understand what exactly Michael is trying to say.

“I mean I get it. If I did it, if I had killed them, then you might not have protected me the way we protected her. And she was passed out when you got there so I could have just said it was her.” Michael laughs suddenly and Max’s worry spikes. “Saying it out loud now, it doesn’t make any fucking sense does it?”

Max can’t help but laugh as well. “It really doesn’t.” He hates to steal the happiness from the moment but he has to ask. “I still don’t get why you thought that though.”

Michael sobers and looks to be choosing his words more carefully this time, eyebrows drawn together in thought. “You didn’t look at me after that. Not in the same way at least.” Hearing his own thoughts from earlier vocalized is like a punch to the stomach. “You treated Is like nothing happened, even after everything, but overnight it was like I wasn’t even your friend anymore and I just, I don’t know, I missed you?”

His tone may be unsure but Max sees the honesty in that statement written all over his face.

Max tries to put himself back in the days following that night. He remembers not being able to look Michael in the eyes knowing he had just stood back and watched as he took the blame to spare Isobel the pain of knowing what she had done. It ate away at him more and more over the years until it consumed their entire relationship.

“I couldn’t look at you because it just reminded me of what we did. Every time I saw you it felt like reliving that night all over again, but I don’t know why it wasn’t that way with Isobel.” Max feels the pull of self pity and guilt wanting to drag him under again but now is not the time.

“Because it’s always been different with you two.” Michael shrugs with a smirk, his carefully built persona slipping back into place, except now Max can see through it easily.

“I thought you felt the same way, you know.” It sounds like a cheap excuse even to his own ears. “Like it was some unspoken deal that we had to just go our separate ways.”

Michael scoffs and stares at Max like he’s an idiot which in its own way is familiar.

“Well it was definitely unspoken because I sure as hell never got the memo.” His smile turns sad. “I needed my brother.” Max can only imagine how hard something like that is for him to admit and expects him to leave it there, but Michael pushes through any discomfort and looks him straight in the eye. “My whole world was falling apart. Besides being an accessory to murder, I lost my hand, my music, I gave up my scholarship. I thought I lost Alex.”

“I really am sorry.” Tears have gathered in his eyes and cling stubbornly to his lashes. He ignores them and hopes Michael can’t see.

After a moment Michael stretches his foot to tap his boot against Max’s and he looks almost fond. “It’s fine. We can’t go back and change anything remember?”

Max nods but he feels small after everything he’s learned tonight. He resolves to be the brother Michael deserves from now on and to drag these conversations out of him now that he knows just how much he hides away from everyone.

A car door slams and the quiet atmosphere they’ve inhabited is broken.

“Guerin!” Alex’s voice carries over to them followed by the sound of an uneven tread as he tries to run across gravel.

Michael is standing instantly and hurrying to meet him halfway. Their arms wrap around each other with a practiced ease and their foreheads are drawn together like magnets. Max watches the intimate moment with a sense of peace that seems to radiate directly from the two men standing before him. The way Michael sags against Alex and allows him to carry some of his weight is akin to poetry and Max is glad he is able to witness it. The two of them have spent too long forced to hide this side of themselves away from the world.

Still, Max knows that he can’t just sit here watching them, especially when they seem to have forgotten he’s there and show no signs of separating anytime soon. He stands and heads for the door as quietly as he can, allowing himself a final glance through the glass once he’s safely inside.

Two arms wrap around him from behind drawing him away from the window.

“Stop being a creepy older brother and come to bed.”

#my fic #max evans #michael guerin #malex #roswell new mexico #omg alex is so dramatic but i love him for it #i know some of you were hoping for malex but max had things that needed to be said

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thelastraigeki · 5 years

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Rambo: Last Blood - A Review

As a child who was born in the late 80′s, and grew up through out the 90′s and the early 2000′s, I can proudly say that I was one who had grown up with Action Heroes like Arnold Schwarzenegger, Bruce Willis, Sigourney Weaver, and of course Sylvester Stallone. I wasn’t introduced to Stallone until maybe I watched him in Rambo: First Blood Part Two, when I was maybe four or five years old. Yes, my parents let me watch some R rated movies growing up... Let that sink in for a moment.

I knew who Rambo was but I didn’t know who the actor was playing him until I was introduced to the character of Rocky Balboa, and noticed that Rambo and Rocky looked alike-- and figured out that they were portrayed by actor Sylvester Stallone. Since then, I’ve grown to love the two characters whom Stallone has portrayed as I tend to see the two as two sides of the same coin. Rocky Balboa being the kindly, good nature if not rough spoken pugilist and John Rambo, as being a darker, angrier and sullen war hero who has witnessed how black people’s hearts can truly be in the worsts of times.

I grew up with some very masculine heroes, and I don’t see anything wrong with that. As the years went on with the 90′s passing by and the 2000s having just finished, I’ve noticed that more and more the Action Hero has disappeared. At least... until 2008 with the release of RAMBO, alternatively known as Rambo IV. And for many years, it looked like as if this was the book end to the Rambo franchise. Gone would be the likes of Schwarzenegger and Stallone, and in would be the cinematic age of rich people wearing lavish clothing and fine suits, colorful superheroes who share a cinematic universe, destined children who are meant to save the world... There was no longer any room for the Action Hero.

And then Sylvester Stallone returns to the silver screen with Rambo: Last Blood, which very well might be the definitive end to the Rambo movie franchise. To say that it is the Logan of the series, might be a little generous but it feels like a send off to the character of John Rambo.

I was expecting Rambo to actually be as he was in Rambo IV, all stoic, apathetic and even hardened but surprisingly... in the first act of the movie, he almost comes off as Rocky Balboa-- he’s actually a friendlier character, he’s actually got something to live for, something actually good in his life to remind him that the world isn’t a battlefield anymore. Something to remind him that he’s home, he can leave Vietnam behind. And that’s in the form of his adoptive niece, Gabriela, played by Yvette Monreal.

The movie most certainly kicks off in the second act, when Gabriela is informed of the whereabouts of her father, who had left her and her mother when she was dying of cancer, and was revealed to be a scumbag-- and this is where it hits something which resonates with me personally, as the character of Gabriela and I have something in common-- our fathers abandoned us. And we’re both asking why they left us... I never got my answer from my father, but Gabriela does, and it is an honest but brutally soul crushing answer...

And upon getting her answer, she confides in a friend... who sells her out to a Mexican sex-trafficking ring. This is where the movie kicks off... Right in the second act.

As the movie progresses, we see Rambo losing his grip on the rage which he has kept bottled inside. He’s even mentioned it that he’s been keeping a lid on these pent up emotions for years, and likely has been taking medication for his PTSD. When Rambo’s adoptive niece is the hands of some vile, evil people... This is where we see him reverting back to who he was in the previous four Rambo movies.

However, Rambo is not at all portrayed as this nigh unstoppable killing machine anymore. His age has made sure of that, and upon confronting the two leaders of the Mexican human trafficking ring, he’s nearly beaten to death and needs days to heal from the beating which he endured to an inch of his life. Even sustaining a concussion. However, he is taken in by a Mexican journalist named Carmen Delgado, and the two share a common enemy in the Martinez brothers.

And as soon as Rambo recovers... He sets out on his self-imposed mission again, and finds his adoptive niece in critical condition... It’s here where the character is pushed to his very limit, realizing that the one good thing in his life has been taken from him...

And it’s here that Rambo decides to take his revenge...

And quite honestly... It’s GLORIOUS.

While the violence in the movie is most certainly brutal, it’s surpassed only by the violence in Rambo IV, if only for the body count and the stock war footage of real people getting actually killed in the conflicts in Thailand. None the less, John Rambo pulls off some very scary things with how he deals with the members of the sex trafficking ring... especially with his bare hands, even at his advanced age. And when he utilizes his old training and tactics from the Vietnam War, still shows us that he’s quite effective at what he can do.

What I really liked most about the movie is the paternal depiction of the character of John Rambo-- he’s actually a father figure, despite being an adoptive uncle to Gabriela. Even Gabriela’s aunt, who gets into an argument with the girl about seeing her father, tells Gabriela that John he is more of a father to her than her biological father is. And Rambo tells Gabriela, that a man like her biological father, really don’t feel anything and don’t care for anyone-- and that sometimes, the world can be an extremely dangerous place with very evil people who live in it.

And he went out of his way, above and beyond to rescue this girl... The only good, innocent thing in his life which was a positive influence to him. Because to him, she was like a daughter to him.

Now... I have been hearing that critics have been lambasting this film-- claiming ridiculous things that it’s a racist and misogynistic movie. The only thing misogynistic of the movie were the villains in the Mexican sex trafficking ring. Why? Because that’s what REAL sex traffickers do... I’ve seen some documentaries on what sex traffickers do and when you see these villains treat the women that they do, you want them to get their just deserts...

And you know what... Rambo gives their just deserts to them... Brutally and gloriously. Especially with how he kills off the two leaders in the movie.

As for the racism which the critics say are prevalent in this movie... As a Latino male, I saw no such racism in this movie.

And calling John Rambo a white savior? Believe it or not, John Rambo is a PoC... Yup, John Rambo is a person of color. Let me explain... In Rambo: First Blood Part II, it was mentioned that Rambo is of Navajo-German descent. Rambo is half Native American. He’s Navajo. And the novelizations of the movies explain how he became so proficient with the bow and arrow as he trained with Navajo elders.

So, the movie is racist because Rambo is killing Mexicans? No, he isn’t just killing Mexicans... He’s killing people who happen to be Mexican that are doing things such as kidnapping, drug dealing, and raping women. He’s killing bad people who happen to be Mexican. He’s also in Mexico... Keep that in mind.

But the movie does have positive Mexican characters in the movie, like Gabriela herself, Gabriela’s aunt, Maria-- and of course Carmen Delgado, and the Mexican doctor who had patched Rambo up.

The claims made by these critics are unfair and even ridiculous. And some even say that the movie is a Slasher flick... They went to see a Rambo movie, and apparently, they were expecting something else. I don’t even think that they’ve even seen the previous entries of the series. And it doesn’t help that they’re seeing the movie with a politically infused lens, where the movie has no political message or tone to it whatsoever.

I really feel like in this day and age, the Action Hero from the 80′s and 90′s no longer has a place in cinema or even the realm of fiction over all. Everything has to be sanitized, everything has to be mindful of whatever sensitivities are out there. And this seriously is a detriment to entertainment and pop culture...

And it’s not just Rambo: Last Blood suffering from this, but IT: Chapter Two as well with the character of Pennywise coming under fire for having killed Adrian Mello, an LGBT character. And Pennywise is supposed to be an evil monster that devours, men, women and especially children-- regardless of whatever sexual orientation they have.

None the less, I actually enjoyed Rambo: Last Blood. While it’s most certainly not the best in the entry, as I feel that honor would go to either First Blood or Rambo: First Blood Part II, it’s definitely a good finale to the series.

I would rate the movie an A ranking...

#John Rambo #Rambo #First Blood #Last Blood #Rambo: Last Blood

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ravenforce · 5 years

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Begin Again Pt. 1

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x OC!Daughter x Surprise!Character

Word Count: 1827

Warning/s: Nothing? Except this will be a multi-chapter because this part is long AF, as per usual. LOL.

A/N: Hey loves, I’m sorry for being MIA for a long time. I bled my heart and soul in this fic, and I guess I’m not really ready to end this journey. This fic is an alternative ending to See You in A minute, meaning Stardust didn’t happen. I hope you’ll like it. If you haven’t read the whole installation, I’ll put the links below. xx

Series: See You In A Minute | I’ll Never Love Again | Stardust

Alt. Ending: Begin Again Pt. 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

It’s quiet hilarious to see a room full of super powered being clamouring to have little Asya on their arms, cooing soft words of love and affirmation to the little miracle that is your daughter but it’s also reassuring. Seeing the Avengers, literally assembled for your daughter’s birth grounds Natasha in a way that she hasn’t felt in a long time since you passed. Seeing her family around your daughter gives her the strength and confidence that she can, indeed, do this because she’s not alone, not really.

***

Raising Asya as a single mother was overwhelming for Natasha. She wasn’t ready, not really. She thinks its infinitely better if you were there waking up at the middle of the night to a wailing child after putting her down only half an hour ago.

There were so many days where she imagines you in Tony’s place, offering to take over Asya so she can catch more than a few minutes of sleep. There were so many days where she wishes it’s you that’s making your daughter laugh instead of Thor. There were so many nights after she put Asya down to sleep where she breaks down and cries because she misses you.

She misses your light, your warmth, your arms around her, your steadfast belief in her ability to be good and your constant reassurance that she’s enough. She misses your undying support that even though she can do everything she puts her mind into, she doesn’t have to because she has you. You stood by her, you fought alongside her, you loved her, you carried half of her burden and God does she wish to have you back in her arms if only the world’s a wish-granting machine.

But Natasha knew a long time ago that the world is cruel. So she allowed herself to break down at nights but come morning, Natasha resolves to be the best version of herself to be the mother Asya deserves.

***

Three

Toddlers are a handful, except Asya’s not like any other kid who yells and wails and pulls a tantrum to get what they want. No, Asya is very diplomatic. Ever since she learned her words, Asya has been a very good communicator since.

How she’s talking way too straight for a three years old was beyond all of them. Except for Tony and the pediatrician and child psychologist Bruce brought in, with Natasha’s approval of course, believe that Asya may be speaking straighter than most kids her age because of the stimulus around her. Asya lives with three adults and an eleven-year-old, no one talks to her like she’s a baby. So she doesn’t talk like one either.

At three, Asya and Natasha have developed a very close bond. Even though they live and share common spaces with the Starks, she’s closest to her mother. She loves following Nat around, and Nat doesn’t complain about it. She’s a brilliant, radiant child and Nat loves being with her because Asya, amidst not meeting you, carries on so much of you in her; not just your eyes, and it makes Nat feel like she has her best friend back.

***

Nat and Asya have established a fairly good routine by now. Every morning, Nat takes her on her morning hike around the property where they sweat and soak up some sun. Asya loves hiking with Nat, where halfway she asked her mother to give her a piggyback ride. Nat doesn’t complain, Asya practically weights anything. Asya also uses this time to ask Nat questions about anything and everything under the sun. Sometimes she makes Nat tell her stories about you and Nat talks her head off until they get back to the house.

After hiking, they would shower and then have some breakfast, mostly with the Starks. Nat's lucky that Asya’s not a picky eater. Breakfast is always a joy, the Starks loves Asya especially Morgan who treats her like a baby sister. Sometimes, Peter would swing by to catch up with Iron Dad, and his adoptive siblings.

***

After breakfast, everyone breaks off to do their stuff. Nat goes to S.H.I.E.L.D three times a week to help Deputy Director Hill on things. It has been a careful deliberation and discussion with her family before everyone agreed that not being coop up in the house is good for Nat. Tony only agreed after Nat promises that she'll do solely HQ work, no mission of any kind whatsoever.

Nat brings Asya along with her. At first, Nat was hesitant but Asya knows how to behave especially when she’s in public. She stays at her mother’s side or Auntie Maria when Nat has to step away for a minute.

After Asya’s first visit, S.H.I.E.L.D gave her an official ID that allows her to enter the premises. On her second visit, Maria gave her a tailored S.H.I.E.L.D uniform with ‘Romanova-Y/L/N' embroidered on it, which she insisted on wearing every time they go to work. Asya strutting around the HQ in her uniform gave her power over all agents on duty, Director Fury included. Nat rolls her eyes lovingly every time Asya bats her long eyelashes to get everyone to scram and procure whatever she wants.

“She is truly both yours and Y/N's daughter,” Maria commented after sitting next to Nat on the command center and watching Asya interact with the other agents.

“I’m scared that she’s this good at three,” Nat said chuckling.

***

Maria never asks Nat to stay in the HQ all day, and in the event does she does, Maria always takes them to dinner. Nat and Maria maintained a very professional relationship between them in the past but without you and before Asya, Nat became more reclusive which worried her family. So Maria took a chance at friendship the moment she heard about Asya. Nat was surprised when Maria herself, without Nick, came down with flowers to congratulate her. They’ve become really good friends since then.

If Nat's dismissed from HQ early, Nat always brings Asya to Stardust Diner – your favorite - either before or after they go to a museums, library and/or the aquarium. Asya’s sense of wonder came from you, which only makes Nat fall in love with your little miracle more.

***

At night, a part of their nightly rituals is either Nat reading one of your books or showing her the scrapbook the team made to Asya. It’s a collection of photos with you that they’re able to unearth on their camera rolls. Most of them are hilarious, especially those photos of you goofing around with the boys. Some of them are downright sweet, like the photo of you and Wanda cuddling one movie night or the photo of you on Thor's back when you sprained your ankle after a recon mission. Looking at the photos always reminds Nat that she’s not grieving alone, the whole team, the whole family lost you too.

Sometimes it’ll be overwhelming for Nat, and Asya - bless her attentiveness and empathy - would close the scrapbook herself and cuddle her mother. On nights like this, Asya always ends up sleeping over in Nat’s room.

“It’s okay mama, I miss mom too,” Asya would murmur half asleep as she lay on Nat’s chest.

Even though it still hurts, Asya’s presence never fails to soothe her aching heart and soul. With Asya secure in her arms, Nat still sleeps with some semblance of peace.

***

Five

Life will keep moving forward whether you get on it or not but life was put on hold one morning after everyone received Thor’s request for an emergency meeting at HQ. The tension in the room is so thick, one can cut it with a plastic spoon. Tony’s pacing the room, Carol’s bouncing her leg on her seat, even Bucky’s tapping his fingers on the table.

“Relax. I’m sure it’s nothing,” Nat tried to assure the team.

“I don’t know how to relax. The last time we were all in the same room the world was ending,” Tony whispered through gritted teeth. Pepper put a hand on his shoulder and he instantly stopped moving and sighed.

“Maybe I should go check on Thor?” Carol asked as she rises from her chair, unable to sit still any longer. She’s nervous too, Tony’s right the last time they were all gathered together they lost you and Vision.

Just as Carol changed into her Captain Marvel uniform, an alarm sounded in the room; signaling Thor’s spaceship landing in the compound. Their collective hearts hammered as strong as the engines of the spacecraft.

“Finally,” Scott sighed.

***

It took a couple of more minutes before the engines died down. By the time, its entrance opened the whole team has gathered at its mouth. Director Fury and Deputy Director Hill are standing a little further, watching the whole scene.

“What’s happening Nick?” Maria asked.

Nick just shook his head. “Wait for it,” he said.

Rocket was the first to board off, he is still salty as per usual. Everyone gave him high fives. When he got to Nat and Asya, he smiled. Asya ruffled his head, everyone’s shock Rocket didn’t make a fuss.

“You’re in for a surprise, kid,” he said as he handed Asya a space rock. Asya and Morgan's growing a collection, most of them are from Carol. Asya thanked his furry little uncle before turning her attention to the rock.

Before Nat could say anything, Loki and Thor walked out of ship together. Nat tried to read the Asgardians but they’re not giving themselves away. The moment Thor set foot on dirt, there’s a cacophony of greetings and questions.

“Woah! Woah! Take a breathe people, there is no threat,” Thor said.

“If there’s no threat then why haul everyone here? Even T'Challa left Wakanda for this,” Sam said a little frustrated.

Before Thor can say anything else, everyone turned at the sound of another footstep inside the ship. When the person whose said footsteps belong to emerged, every single one of them lost their breath and their tether to earth and sanity.

***

Stepping off the spaceship was none other than you.

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lessonsfrommadamexmas · 5 years

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Ooooh. So good. I'm giving you non shippy ones. Choice is 54 - Roy and Mama!Chris or 29 Riza and Becca (one if my fave brotps). Please.

Thank you so much! From this prompt list (you can still send more, guys!):

54 - Try not to fall this time.

I swear I didn’t see the “29″ there at all so I did 54 for Riza and Becca (and Team Mustang) and only realized it now, sorry. XD

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Riza was keeping Mr. Fischer company while he set up his camera in the center of the wide room, in front of the parallel bars. She had informed Jean in advance about the plan so he could ask permission to his physiotherapist, Dr. Karen Lambert. That was his big day, after several difficult months he spent trying to regain control of his lower body movements. Major General Mustang, a colonel at the time, couldn’t witness the moment Havoc moved his big toe, as he was waiting his turn to be healed. Thus, the blond man thought he should invite him to his first attempt at standing up by himself.

The General, however, was too busy preparing for the next trip to Ishval, so all he could do was free Hawkeye and Breda, giving them a very important mission: to bring back a photograph. Breda invited Maria Ross, since the three of them became great friends after the Promised Day, and Riza invited Rebecca Catalina, who had called from Central two days prior saying she finally had time to go visit her best friend in the East.

Since Becca wasn’t sure she would make it in time, she asked Riza not to tell anyone she was going, and by now the captain assumed her friend would miss the event. Perhaps it was best to have less people in the room, after all, it was a physiotherapy session and Ross and Breda were already treating it like a military training.

— Now I’m gonna see if you’ve been using the weights I gave you.

— Of course, I have!

— Really? Where are your biceps? Those look like two sticks! — Heymans mocked, although Jean was in excellent shape.

— Are you gonna let those bars defeat you, patient Havoc? — Maria asked sternly.

— No, I won’t! — Jean replied as if he was addressing a superior officer.

— This isn’t very encouraging, guys. — said Dr. Lambert, and Riza realized the woman was worried about things getting out of her control. She seemed to be on their same age range but carry a soul too gentle to the fierceness of the veterans. She leaned towards her patient and continued: — Please take all the time you need and let me know of any discomfort.

— We’re all used to bit of pressure, Dr. Lambert. — the captain stepped up to put the woman at ease, aware that, for Havoc, that would help wonders to build morale.

— It’s fine, don’t worry about them — he smirked at his friends. — It’s just like old days.

— Oh, it’s fine? You think you’re supposed to be fine? — Maria teased.

— No, I’m not!

— You’re right, you’re not. You’re supposed to sweat! — Breda continued.

— Yes, and I will!

— You’re supposed to tire!

— Yes, and I will!

— You’re supposed to hurt!

— No, that’s not quite how physiotherapy works… — the poor civilian attempted to speak out amidst Jean’s determined reply.

But he was already grabbing the metal bars and all she had left to do was give him support to face his mission.

— Is it okay if you move away while we take the picture? — Maria demanded with a disarming grin.

— That’s not a good idea…

— I’ll just stand here, I can do it. — Havoc reassured her. — Now. I’m ready.

Riza saw the reluctant Dr. Lambert release her patient and informed the man behind the camera:

— Prepare for the countdown.

— All set? — he checked with a thumbs up. — Three, two…

— Hi, guys! Am I late? — Rebecca announced herself as soon as she opened the door, waving at them with a big cup in her hand.

Havoc gasped and his right hand slipped from the bar the moment the flashlight doubled the whiteness in the room. Next thing they saw was Havoc sprawled on the floor, groaning like he had fallen face first. Riza and Maria jolted in shock.

— Oh, no! — Rebecca shouted running towards him. — Are you okay, Jean? I’m so, so sorry.

She knelt by his side while Dr. Lambert and Breda tried to take him back to his chair.

— See? This is why I said it was a bad idea to leave him by himself. — lamented the woman with a sigh, seemingly disappointed at herself.

Jean, on the other hand, was a mix of confusion and absolute shame.

— Rebecca? What are you doing here? How did you know… ?

— I wanted to visit Riza, but that doesn’t matter, is your chin broken? Here, I have milkshake — she pushed the cup against his red chin —, I hope this helps.

Riza saw him cringe and press his back against the wheelchair, but his face quickly relaxed at the numbing sensation.

— Not bad at all. Can I have this for a minute?

— Sure, I’ll hold it for you.

— I still have two functioning arms, Rebecca. — he stated in an attempt to dismiss her concerns.

— Of course! I’ll be with Riza, then.

Maria proceeded to apologize to the physiotherapist for all that chaos while Heymans tagged along with Becca.

— Hey, what about the picture? Should we try again? — he asked Mr. Fischer.

— Forget about it, I won’t take pictures with my face like this! — shouted Havoc.

— No more photos, we’re going to start the session as soon as Mr. Havoc feels better and I gotta ask you to leave. — the doctor gave her ultimatum.

— Here it is, if only one second earlier… — Mr. Fischer apologized.

— Alright, we have nothing to worry about, the picture looks great! — Breda informed the others, hiding his sarcasm under muffled giggles as he prepared to join Havoc once again.

The photo was a disaster, although it was a perfect illustration of that day. Jean’s wide eyes and clenched teeth showed the exact moment the man realized that he was about to meet the ground. A pitiful smile appeared in Riza’s lips. The man was strong and his stance was firm. Becca’s entrance had been slightly flamboyant, but nothing compared to the harsh words inflicted by Heymans and Maria. Not enough to spook him. Had it been her unexpected presence? Had the girl shaken his confidence?

— It’s hilarious, but he’s gonna hate it. — Rebecca’s said in a low, sympathetic voice. — Are we really keeping it?

— My mission was to register Havoc’s first standing up and I consider it accomplished. The general will be delighted. — She turned to the photographer and handed him the payment. — Thank you very much for your services, I’ll see you out.

The man nodded and left.

Becca gave Riza a hug as soon as she closed the door.

— I’m so glad the Fuhrer gave me a break for once! I missed you.

— I missed you too.

— Hey, don’t go yet, girls, you can stay for my next attempt! — they heard Havoc call.

— Try not to fall this time. — Riza shouted back with a smile. — No more cameras to intimidate you here.

But she knew very well the camera was not to blame, and by their exchange of looks, so did he.

— No more cameras and no more noise. Everybody give him space and stay quiet, understood? — the doctor ordered as harshly as she could. — I’m the one you should obey here.

— Yes, sir! — the soldiers replied in unison.

Karen Lambert shook her head and laughed. No one was willing to take her seriously that day, but the truth is that everybody was beyond happy with their friend’s accomplishment, and it seemed to Riza that she could understand.

— He looks so lively. — Becca pointed softly. — And he got himself a nice physiotherapist, didn’t he? I bet he’s already all about flirting.

— He tried once. I can’t tell for sure if she corresponded, though.

— Well, if anything, I just gave him a hand on that. Now she’s being extra careful and touchy. — she spiced her words with a suggestive tone and a wink.

— She’s been extra careful about doing her job right, thanks to the traumatic work day we just gave her. Still, I don’t think he’s interested anymore.

Rebecca was so absolutely clueless. The woman was able to believe her own lies and also a master at not letting herself suffer. She genuinely wanted Jean to be happy and that’s why Riza would say nothing else.

— Nope, you said he flirted. I know what you’re doing, don’t. It was never serious and we’re both over it. I only move forward, okay? — she said with a hand on her best friend’s shoulder. — Hey, there he goes!

Jean propelled his body up, hands tightly folded around the metal bars. He exhaled through his mouth and found balance with both feet planted on the floor. He nodded, staring at his own legs, allowing them to take some of the weight his arms were supporting on their own. Dr. Lambert let go of him, and Riza could sense everyone holding their breaths as the seconds passed.

— Congratulations, Jean. — the woman said kindly and his face lit up in awe.

Finally, he dared to look around the room, and his eyes glistened with pride and joy when they searched for one specific pair of dark irises. Shyness invaded him once Jean met his target and he looked away from the radiant Rebecca Catalina, who smiled with both her hands pressed together in excitement.

Riza wondered if it was still up to her to find her best friend a good catch, and if money was still the requisite.

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OMG this was such a pleasure to write!! Not sure if you like Havolina but I hope you had fun with this ultra messy little piece. It was based on the picture of Havoc in physiotherapy with Breda and Ross shown at the end of the manga. :D

#fanfic prompts #havolina #fullmetal fanfic #team mustang #riza and rebecca #jean havoc

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