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nuvoloso · 1 year

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What's Happening?

Oikawa x m!reader (he/him/his)

A blind date? Why the hell not. Y/n is a wing spiker that plays city volleyball, not for the school, and Iwaizumi decides to play matchmaker.

The ~~ means a change in view or time.

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Why the hell is Iwaizumi so insistent on this? Y/n thought, as the volleyball player had begun berating him about going out with one of his friends. Iwa had been doing his damn best to get y/n to agree to a blind date with someone on the volleyball team, but he'd seen the guys on that team and nobody had really piqued his interest. Yet, here he was, again, for what felt like the thirtieth time.

"Just say you will, just go out to dinner or a movie or something simple. I've just got a feeling you'll like him, plus you've got nothing to lose. Nobody approaches you anyway." Y/n scoffed, giving Iwa a good shove in the process. He only laughed, "Oh what, you're mad I won't lie to you?"

"I'm mad you said that so loudly, we're in the middle of the hallway." Y/n complained, Iwa only rolling his eyes.

"Well if you'd just accept my invitation I wouldn't have to gloat about your terminal loneliness." Y/n couldn't even think of a witty response to match the absolute destruction Iwa brought with every word he spoke. "So, you're in?" He asked, y/n finally giving up and accepting his proposition.

Iwa grinned triumphantly, and nearly turned to leave, but y/n grabbed his arm, and stuck a finger in his face, "But I swear to god, if this goes south I will break every single one of your fingers so you'll never get to play volleyball ever again." Iwa let out a long whistle at y/n's threat, obviously not very feeling very threatened by it.

"I wouldn't be trying so hard if I didn't think it'd be successful. Just give him a chance, his first impressions aren't the best." Fantastic. "I'll send you details when I confirm with him, ok? Does after practice tonight work for you?" Reluctantly, y/n nodded and let Iwa go. They parted ways and headed towards their classrooms then, y/n's anxiety skyrocketing at the thought of going on a date with someone he didn't even remotely know.

He tried to relax during classes, telling himself over and over that it would be ok because Iwa must be close friends with whoever it was, but the pit in his stomach just kept growing. What if he actually liked whoever it was, but it wasn't mutual? What if he couldn't make conversation and it was just super awkward the whole time? A swarm of 'what ifs' crowded his mind and he didn't get much work done. When the day finally ended, he about booked it out of the classroom, hoping that getting to his practice would help take his mind off things.

In his rush, he ran straight into the back of someone just barely taller than him who'd randomly stopped in the middle of the walkway.

"Shit, sorry. Are you ok?" Y/n asked the stranger, helping him pick up a handful of flyers he had dropped at the collision. He looked to be around the same age as y/n, messy brown hair and gentle features, he looked incredible. There wasn't a single mark on his fair skin, and even though his hair looked untamed, it seemed to fall exactly where the stranger willed it to. He also had a pretty lean build, y/n thought he'd probably be really good at volleyball if he didn't already play it.

The stranger flashed him a smile, "I'm alright, I shouldn't have stopped like that, sorry. Thanks for the help though, you can keep one of them if you'd like." Y/n looked down at the papers he was helping pick up and noticed they were flyers for the volleyball club's match this weekend against Shiratorizawa.

"Are you on the club team here?" Y/n asked, though he felt it was a stupid question given that he was promoting it by hanging up these flyers.

The stranger took no offense to his question though, and nodded. "I'm actually the captain, and the main setter."

"Uh, wow, I'm sorry I'm taking up your time, I'm sure you're busy." He shrugged, the two of them soon standing after having gathered all the loose flyers. "If you want," He offered, "I could take some of the flyers and hand them out to guys on my team, I'm sure they'd like to watch." The captain gave him a slightly confused look, but happily handed him a small stack of the papers.

They started walking towards the main entrance of the school and continued talking about volleyball, the captain immensely interested in y/n's team.

"So you play on a team composed of people from all around Miyagi, not one neighborhood or school in particular? And its aged 16-24?" Y/n nodded in response to each of his questions. "That sounds like it could be a lot of fun, but who do you play against? How do you guys practice if everybody's spread out?"

He explained it the best he could, their system was slightly more complex than the school's. "Those of us that live close to each other practice everyday, and once a week we choose somewhere in Miyagi to meet up and practice as a group. There are other groups in Miyagi that we play against, and some from other prefectures too. City league sports are actually pretty popular, but a lot of people don't know they exist because they're wrapped up in their school's club."

They kept going back and forth until they'd reached the separation point, the stranger headed over to the gyms, and y/n headed out onto the sidewalk to get to his own court.

"Before we go our separate ways, what's your name? I'd like to join one of your practices sometime if that's ok." Y/n was honestly elated to hear that from the captain. Sure Iwa had told him all about how great their team was, and even a little about this captain, but y/n really wanted to see it for himself.

"You can just call me y/n, I'm in class 3-B. What about you?" He replied, extending his hand.

"Oikawa, Tōru." He stated, firmly shaking y/n's hand. "I'm in 3-A, It's nice to meet you y/n, I look forward to playing with you sometime." Oikawa left, off to his gym, and y/n off to his court. He was contemplating texting Iwa to cancel his blind date, not wanting to go out with someone on Oikawa's team after having just met him. He'd rather just go out with the captain, but with the way he looked? There was no way he didn't have a girlfriend or something already.

Y/n tried to keep his mind off the date and the captain, he just wanted to play his game without any distractions.

He was unsuccessful. He was a wing spiker for his team, and he missed well over half of the sets he got. Luckily it was just a regular practice, not the full group one, that was in a few days still. He repeatedly apologized to his teammates, but they didn't hold it against him.

"You seem pretty lost today, what's going on?" His setter asked, while everyone was getting some water.

Y/n sighed, looking up at the sky and taking in the clouds. He loved that they practiced outside, it was so much nicer than being stuck in a gym. "A friend of mine who's on the volleyball team at school has been begging to set me up on a blind date with someone on his team, and I finally agreed to it. It'll be just after we're both done today."

"That sounds like fun! Why aren't you more excited?" Y/n shrugged,

"I met the captain of their team today, and he's everything I could want, but there's no way someone like him is single. I just think it'll be weird if I go out with someone on his team while we just met, I don't know." He mumbled, but his teammates understood his unease about the situation.

One of the older guys on their team, he'd just turned 21, clapped him on the back. "You never know, maybe he's the one you got set up with!" Y/n hadn't even thought about that, Iwa did talk about that captain pretty often...But there was still no way he was single, surely. "Just don't think about it to hard, it's always been your downfall. Live in the moment, y/n!" He weakly smiled at his teammates, thanking them for the confidence boosters.

They got back to their practice shortly after, and y/n's tact started returning.

About an hour and half later his practice had come to an end, and he finally got to start freaking about his blind date. When he got home, he destroyed his closet looking for something to wear, not loving any of his options. He stared at his clothes for several minutes before he realized they weren't going to change by him staring at them. He opted to take a shower and come back, hoping he'd maybe get an idea along the way.

When he'd finished, he threw on a pair of sweats and went back to his room, where he was surprised to find someone sifting through his clothing pile.

"Iwa?" He questioned, guessing that it was his friend by the back of his head. The spiky hair wasn't hard to miss, and soon the intruder had turned around and waved to him.

"Your sister let me in, I figured you'd need help finding an outfit." Y/n rolled his eyes, but didn't get in the way, secretly grateful for the help. "You should wear this, you're going to dinner so it's better to be like business casual. I know that's what he's going for..." Iwa mumbled, now kicking through Y/n's shoes until he found something he liked. Y/n took the outfit from his hands so he could more thoroughly dig through all of his belongings.

"I'll go put this on I guess...?" Iwa was too captivated by his current task to say anything, so y/n just disappeared back into the bathroom to change. He'd picked out a black button down that y/n had forgotten he owned, and a pair of pleated off-white slacks. When he'd assembled it, he actually quite liked it, albeit a bit surprised by Iwa's ability to style an outfit.

He went back to the room, Iwa complimenting him on how it looked. "Now, just add some accessories and keep a few buttons undone and you'll be ready. I set shoes by the door for you, so let's go." Y/n nodded, quickly putting on a few of his favorite rings and a small silver chain, leaving a few of the buttons on his shirt undone like Iwa had told him.

Iwa lead him out the door and they walked for a few blocks, y/n soon knowing where they were going. He'd seen the restaurant a few times, not actually having gotten a chance to try it yet. Iwa sent him off on his own once they were across the street from the restaurant.

"Good luck! Don't take it too seriously, have some fun ok?" He vigorously shook y/n's shoulders before pushing him towards the crosswalk. Y/n gave him a final wave, and made his way to the restaurant.

Oikawa checked his watch, he was pretty early. He didn't mind though, he'd be able to get a good table and get some time to figure out how he wanted to play tonight. He'd agreed to the blind date because it was Iwa suggesting it, he knew that despite the dick he was, Iwa wouldn't set him up with someone he wouldn't at least somewhat like. After earlier though, he didn't really want to do this. Bumping into y/n was the highlight of his day, he'd immediately found the guy more than attractive. He acted distant though, as if he didn't want to get close to Tōru for some reason, but he couldn't be sure, they'd just met.

You're not here for him though, focus. As much as he wanted the evening to already be over, he would entertain his date and ensure they both had a nice enough time. He'd hate for it to be a total waste of time and money so he told himself he'd stick it through no matter what.

Several minutes passed, and it was nearly the agreed upon time now, Oikawa becoming slightly nervous he'd be stood up even though they didn't know each other.

"Eh? Oikawa? What're you doing here?" He'd been looking at the menu, but the familiar voice jarred him. He looked over, and noticed the waitress was gesturing for him to sit, and saying she'd be back to take our orders in a few minutes.

"Y/n! I'm, uh-my friend set me up on a blind date, what a coincidence seeing you here. You must be meeting your boyfr- I mean your partner or something. You look great!" Oikawa felt his face heating up, he shouldn't have just assumed that y/n was queer, and now he'd made things weird, awesome.

Y/n didn't seem phased by his words though, in fact he started laughing. "That damn Hajime." The realization soon settled on Oikawa, y/n was his blind date. Here he'd been, hoping that it would happen, and he had gotten exactly what he'd wanted.

"Well, it's good to see you again, so soon!" Y/n smiled, "What're the odds?" Oikawa chucked, relieved y/n hadn't reacted strangely to his mumblings before. Y/n opened his menu, sifting through the options, but couldn't seem to pick one out.

"Can I recommend something?" Oikawa asked.

Y/n looked up at him and immediately closed his menu, setting his gaze on Oikawa, lightly laughing as he accepted his invitation. "God please, there's so much to chose from I can barely think." Oikawa giggled and pointed out a few options that had caught his eye, but he noticed that y/n wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. He just kept his eyes on Oikawa while he spoke, it felt like he was more focused on his movements than what he was actually saying.

Oikawa quieted when the waitress came back and asked for their orders, y/n gesturing for him to go first. "I'll have a bowl of Nabeyaki Udon, please." She smiled at him, and moved her focus to y/n.

"I'll have the same, thank you." She nodded, and left the two once again.

"Not very creative, y/n." He commented, y/n quickly rolling his eyes.

"I couldn't decide! If it's good enough for you to eat, I'm sure it'll be more than fine for me too." Y/n nervously laughed, Oikawa noticing him shifting in his seat and playing with his hands. He was nervous. Oikawa couldn't decide whether he wanted to say to say something or not, he didn't want to make things worse by any means but he didn't want y/n to be that nervous to be on a date with him.

He pursed his lips for a moment, then did his best to offer the nervous a kind smile. "Why're you so shaken up? Didn't want it to be me?" He joked, hoping y/n would pick up on the tone in his voice.

Thankfully, it seemed like he had. "No, no, I'm glad it's you! I mean, it's not a bad thing that it's you. It's actually kind of nice since we already met." He rambled, but the nervous energy that surrounded him seemed to fade. "I just, I dunno, I couldn't imagine that you could possibly be...single, I guess." He said, Oikawa's eyebrows raising in surprise. "No offense! It's just that you're so, charismatic and uh, yeah you're- fuck." He buried his head in his hands, Oikawa chuckling at his state.

"It's ok, maybe I was just waiting for you to come along..." He smirked, y/n's head moving from his hands onto the table, the tips of his ears having turned pink. "Aw, blushing for me? I'm honored!" Y/n couldn't even attempt to look at Oikawa.

"Will you shut up for a few minutes so I can fucking relax?!" Oikawa laughed, and reached his arms out to rest his hands on y/n's.

"No." When y/n felt Oikawa's hands on his own, he immediately looked up at him. He didn't try to move his hands out from under Tōru's, which he was grateful for, but he couldn't seem to string any words together.

The waitress saved him, having reappeared at their table with the food they'd ordered. Oikawa retracted his hands from y/n's as his and the other's bowls were placed in front of them. They both thanked her and started digging into their food. Things were quiet for several minutes, neither really wanting to attempt conversation while they ate, but Tōru could tell the tension between them had largely dissipated.

After they'd eaten, they made small talk, about hobbies, favorite colors, all the usual. Eventually, the check came to them and Oikawa managed to pay for everything, much to y/n's dismay. They'd argued as much as they could've until the waitress had shown up again and Oikawa forced the bill out of y/n's hands.

"I'll pay next time, it's only fair." Y/n said as they were leaving the restaurant.

"Next time? Another date, you mean?" He questioned, hoping to see y/n change colors again. This time though, y/n put a sliver of confidence in himself and his response.

"Obviously, you couldn't keep your eyes or your hands to yourself. Of course there'd be another date." The way he raised an eyebrow at Oikawa reminded him a bit of himself, but he loved that y/n could dish it back to him. "Anyway," he ventured, "Can I walk you home? Unless you wanted to do something else."

Truthfully, Tōru didn't want the night to end. He longed to come up with activity after activity so he could stay with y/n, he had a calming presence which helped ease Tōru's ever-crowded mind. He was always thinking about volleyball and school, always about how he could be improving or what he'd been doing wrong. But tonight - tonight he hadn't thought about anything except for y/n, making him laugh or blush, or just listening to what he had to say.

"Hey, are you there? Did I scare you or something?" He looked up, now realizing he'd totally spaced out and didn't even know for how long.

He blinked a few times, and looked around. Apparently they'd ended up walking to some park he didn't immediately recognize. "Sorry, I just got distracted, my bad. Also, where are we?" Y/n lightly laughed and looked around, apparently also not having realized they'd kept walking directionless.

"This, oh this is the park where I practice! I guess I came here out of habit, the court we use is over there." He pointed over to where a net was set up and there was a rectangle of concrete with painted lines. "So, uh, did you want me to walk you home? Or...?" Ah right his question from earlier. Let's try not to forget to answer it this time.

"Well, I don't have plans for the rest of the evening, and it's not super late yet... But if you do, then we can totally-"

"I don't." Y/n interrupted, his clam gaze making Oikawa a bit anxious. Ever since they left the restaurant, the vibes had completely switched, Oikawa was forgetting who he was and what was going on while y/n flirted and stayed collected. "I've still got my keys, I could grab a ball if you want to hit a few." Finally, something Tōru understood. If there was one thing he couldn't look bad doing, it was volleyball.

"If you insist." He replied. "Try not to get too intimidated though, I'm one of the best y'know." Again, y/n didn't falter at his attempt to fluster him.

"But you haven't made it to nationals like Miya has, so why should I be scared?" MIYA? Y/n knew someone who played at the national level? Now he wasn't so sure about what he'd said. Of course he knew he was a fantastic setter, one of the best in his own opinion, but he'd not played against or with someone who was a regular at nationals.

At an attempt to collect himself, he waved off y/n's comment. "So what? Just because I haven't made it to nationals yet doesn't mean I'm not the best setter out there."

"I guess we'll just have to see." Y/n shot back, before jogging over to the storage shed near the court. He dug out a volleyball and tossed it to Oikawa, who gently received it without a second thought.

"You said you're wing spiker, right?" He asked, y/n nodded. "What kind of set do you like?" This time, y/n only shrugged.

"You'll just have to figure it out, 'best setter out there'." He sneered, walking onto the concrete platform and towards the right side. Oikawa scoffed and went off towards the left. I'll find out, on the first one. He told himself, though it wasn't the most realistic, but he always like a challenge.

Oikawa set, and y/n spiked over and over again, Oikawa priding himself on figuring out what y/n liked within his first (but likely his second or third) set. They only stopped when it had gotten too dark out to see very clearly over the net, both of them having a slight sweat. As y/n put the ball back, Oikawa asked him more about how he knew the person from nationals, it bothered him that y/n might have had a setter that he thought was better.

"Oh, Miya? God I don't even remember how we met, I think he plays for a city team in his spare time." Y/n said, "Yeah, we met at a tournament. His team beat us, but only barely, we did five sets and it was down to the last, the score I think was 20-22 in the end." Oikawa whistled, he knew how exhausting a game like that could be. "Anyway, after we played against each other, he approached me and almost begged me to let him set for me." He laughed to himself, but Oikawa's mind was everywhere. "We played a little after that game and became good friends, he always updates me on his tournaments and games."

Oikawa's fatal flaw was that he had a massive god-complex, and right now it was definitely being complex. His mind was about to take a total downward turn when y/n punched his shoulder.

"Don't look like that, you idiot." Y/n sneered.

"What? Look like what?" He demanded.

"Don't get jealous. Don't get upset just because I know some great setter, I can't even begin to compare you two and you've never even met him. Don't get your tits in a twist so quickly, now come on it's dark, we're both tired, and it's obviously past your bedtime." Tōru's mind went blank, even if he could think up a response, there'd be now way he'd bring himself to say it. He hadn't been put in his place like that before, sure Iwa gave him reality checks every now and then, but nobody could read him like that.

Y/n started walking, but turned to face Tōru and held out his hand, waiting for him to take it. He didn't say anything, just waved his hand around and stared at Tōru until he finally took it. Y/n's hand was warm, and strong, just like a spiker's should be.

"Where's your house?" Y/n asked him, his face void of any snark or ego that it had only moments earlier.

"It's up by the school, two streets north." Y/n nodded and confidently lead him in the general direction. "How are you so calm all of a sudden?" He found himself asking, the events of their date confusing him.

Y/n chuckled as he looked to the sky. "After you ripped the bill out of my hands at that restaurant, I knew you weren't as serious or intimidating as I had thought you were when I first met you. Our conversations and getting to hit your sets after we ate was so much more relaxed, I just felt like I could be myself. I don't like formal situations like sit down dinners at fancy restaurants, I didn't even know what to wear, Iwa picked this out."

Hearing that Hajime had picked out what y/n was wearing made Tōru feel better, he thought he was a total disaster today but he hadn't been alone. "I thought this was going to be easy, but you just keep making me forget how to think." He lightly squeezed Tōru's hand at the comment,

"That's probably a good thing, isn't it? You probably think way to much." He sighed,

"You're definitely right. Guess I'm extremely lucky for having you physically run into me today."

Y/n smiled, "You're so welcome."

They approached Oikawa's neighborhood, and he directed y/n to his house, y/n only letting go of Oikawa's hand when they got to his front steps. "Thanks, for tonight. It was fun, I'm looking forward to next time." Y/n said, a slight blush dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"Me too, even though I'll probably see you again tomorrow, right?" Y/n's face dropped, he'd totally forgotten they went to school together.

Thoroughly embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his neck and tried to laugh it off. "Eh, true- our classes are neighbors." He took a deep breath and faced Tōru, "Well, I'll see you later. Have a good night, Oikawa." He barely got a chance to reply before y/n had turned around to leave, so he grabbed the shoulder closest to him, and turned the boy to face him again.

"What, no goodbye kiss? We're basically dating now right?" Y/n turned nearly purple at the comment, definitely not having expected it. He tried stuttering out some kind of response, so Oikawa put him out of his misery and tugged the gent towards him.

He could feel y/n's anxiety melt away as they kissed, his arms wrapping around Tōru's waist, his in return folding around y/n's neck. Y/n couldn't believe what was happening, but he was beyond happy that it was.

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n7punk · 1 year

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i was going to describe something as a pet peeve but really it's just a let down lol and then it turned into a longpost but i gottaaaaa get this off my chest. anyway a big let down in romance writing (fic and published) is when the basis of the story is two total strangers meet for the first time and they're suddenly drawn to each other for no justifiable reason. you'll see this all the time in fic and it's supposed to be acceptable because we know the characters and know that they're perfect together, but it's lazy no mater the format unless you have a later plot point that actually justifies why they would feel such a pull towards each other.

like in a simple coffee shop au, it's inexplicable to be like "she's my favorite customer, i can't say why because she isn't different than any of my other customers, but i feel drawn to her." conversely, you could totally justify it by starting the story with "she's my favorite customer because one time i accidentally upcharged her and she pretended i didnt because she could see my manager within earshot and didn't want me to get in trouble" and that's a viable reason for a stranger to stick out that you can still establish in just one paragraph.

i feel like people don't want to make it attraction-based (it's a perfectly valid premise and the only actual reason strangers have ever asked me out because that's how it works) because it's not ~special~ and lacks deeper meaning, but, "i dont know why i just do" has no meaning! having a line like "i see attractive girls like her every single day but i feel weirdly drawn to her in particular" doesn't make it feel special, it feels unrealistic and dull, and for some reason these "magnetic pull" stories almost always include a line like this.

this is muddied by sometimes - very rarely - when you think a story opening with this kind of thing is bad and actually it's a smoking gun. maybe in a "the characters later realize they knew each other once" way, maybe in an "oh shit, we're both cursed by the same person and couldn't consciously figure out we're sensing the same magic energy from each other, now lets team up and take them down" way, maybe even in an "actually i really was just attracted to her but i'm so repressed i couldn't figure it out" way and at least you've learned something interesting about that character! i'm pulling stuff out of my ass here (clearly), but it could be a real plot point and the few times it is always make me doubt giving up on something that really isn't worth my time. plot stuff like this requires that your audience have some faith in your writing and are willing to stick around after they see the opening, though, and sometimes im not willing to do that even when a book comes recommended.

in fics it's a lot more low stakes and obviously, you can write whatever you want and whatever makes you happy (and honestly every writer should get one freebie on this kind of thing because writing is hard guys and sometimes you just want to write the shenanigans that come after and you don't owe anybody anything!) but i do think pushing yourself and your writing is good thing when you're up for it. we just don't always have to be up for it lol. anyway this is just a personal rant about stories that have disappointed me, not instructions for anyone to change the way they write to have fun

#mylife #that said some stories start out this way and build and are actually very good with just this one fault!#not most of the stories that start this way tho lmao #actually i just realized i did this ''plot pull'' with the reincarnation fic #but you knew going into that it was a reincarnation au!#the plot reason was pre-established and adora herself soon learned it when she began remembering #and im remembering now how i felt writing it like 'wow this is weird but the magic will make it make sense soon'

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explodingchantry · 2 years

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Hi there!

It's been a few years since I properly was active on here. I've obviously reblogged some funny memes across the years, which I hope you've enjoyed. But long argumentative posts? Not so much.

I think there's something admirable about Dragon Age and its lore. Bioware's ability to build a world so deep and believable, with issues which touch so close to home that it leads its fans to argue infinitely with each other. I was going over my world of thedas books to give my flatmate some world building examples and my admiration for Bioware's world building has not diminished. Actually, as a now full fledged writer, having just completed a degree in creative writing and all that jazz... I feel like I can appreciate the work that has gone into Dragon Age and its associated media even more. Is it perfect? Hell the fuck no. But it is deep and thought out and so immensely human. The passion we all have for their world and the issues is something I haven't seen ever since. I've seen a lot of posts making fun of all the arguments we all had and, I mean, I understand. Reading on years old posts about lore that I've forgotten about, it's all incomprehensible, and I'm left asking myself: my god, what the fuck are you even talking about?!

The passion which I had for advocating what was right in this fictional setting is not something I'm ashamed of, however. I spent my time reading and analysing a text I liked. There's nothing shameful about that. What might be shameful is making a whole discourse blog about it and arguing so aggressively with others. I still hold the same ideas - that Anders was right and justified, and that mages should be free. None of my opinions necessarily changed. Cullen is still a little cunt and some of the arguments that have been sent to me to justify the abuse of mages is legitimately horrifying. It resonates with real life abuse apologism. This, on top of how many minorities see themselves in mages and see their plight as a mirror of their own oppression... It's disgusting, to be frank. It leads one to wonder; if you're able to think that about very humanised and relatable characters.... What would you say about real people? Friends, but also strangers? I stand by everything I've said on here, even if the attitude it came with was far too aggressive for the subject matter.

But the opinions I've just outlined interest me, because I am also a strong believer of the "fiction =/= reality" state of mind, which I know I've mentioned before. If you did a pro-templar run because you're interested to see what happens and believe it's the most fun, I always believed that it didn't mean you were a bad person. What I did believe reflected on your morality, is whether out of the game you actually believed in those politics. Because of how they intrinsically tied with real world issues. If you saw the suffering of mages and elves and still believed their oppressors were right it meant you either fell for their framing of the issue (the chantry's belief that mages are dangerous for example) or that you just hated those groups so much you didn't give a shit. This, I think, is what reflects on you. I couldn't care less what you believed made for an interesting scenario in the game, I just cared about what you took out from it.

The true issue though is that I don't believe it's worth getting in so many fights with strangers anymore. It's not healthy. I wasn't... Happy. I felt righteous, I felt energized. But I also felt angry. All the time. I would skip on time bonding with my friends to fight with people on the Internet and at the time I thought that was funny, but in the grand scheme of things? It wasn't good. It was actually sad. No Internet argument, no game is so important that you need to take away from your private time with friends to yell at strangers over the Internet. It's not fun. If you think you're cool and interesting and superior for doing that... I need you to take a moment and sit down. Sit down and just... Think, about everything going on in your life, everything going on in the world and wonder if this truly is the best use of your time. I don't mean this in a judgemental way, because I've been there. But when people say "touch grass," it's out of a feeling of bewilderment that one might care enough about such issues to take time out of their day to rant about it endlessly instead of just... Focusing on other things. Friends, hobbies, self growth. Things that result in happiness. Not anger.

Because what the years have taught me is that this whole arguing over the Internet thing is truly not worth your time or energy, when so many of us are miserable in our day to day lives. Every day brings more pain and misery. Tragedy after tragedy hit our world. We've had so much loss in the past two years alone. But saying this undermines the fact that... There was misery and suffering in the world when I was fighting people on tumblr about mage rights. I can already see the argument, thet we have to remember that we cannot spend every single second of our time gobbling news and misery and trying to change the world. But spending that time to instead argue about fictional politics... There's a cognitive dissonance here that doesn't escape me.

This is a complicated issue! No one should shame themselves or each other for spending time discussing what they were passionate in, and I hope no one will take this post that way. I'm just thinking out loud, about what my place in this fandom was, about what I added to it. And, for as much as I adore Dragon Age and its fandom, knowing all I brought was discourse? Long posts ranting about in-game politics? It's not like I ever brought up anything new, either. I think this fandom deserved more from me, and when da4 comes out... I hope to bring more of a positive impact on this fandom. I want to spend my time making friends, rather than yelling at people!

Thank you however, to everyone who has been kind to me, who have participated in discussions and sent in memes. This fandom is deeply insightful and talented, and in spite of all the arguments I've had... I've truly valued everyone I interacted with. When da4 comes, I hope to interact with you not as an angry ranting little asshole, but as a fellow fan enjoying my time. And if I rant... I hope I do it alongside positive creative content.

Love ya!

#Mod kama #I think I just feel sad bc #My experience in this fandom in the end #Has been a lonely one #Because the only interactions I had was in the context #Of discourse #Even when I got to speak with the ppl I admired #It was always with this context #Sadge #Anyway ty for reading love u all

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imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

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"ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?" - ʜ.ᴏ

Hello to you! There it is! My first Harrison request. I'm working for a one shot with him, but it takes me so long because it's a little angst. But don't worry, this one is just fluff! I hope you'll all like it! I did not have time to be reread and corrected. So be indulgent once again, English is not my native language.

Summary: harrison met you in this coffe/bookstore where you friend worked. Since that day, he tried to ask you out but nothing really worked he would like. Until that day. Word count: 2690 Warning: some of swear, spoilers of "one day" by David Nicholls" Pairing : harrison osterfield Request: yes!

You walked happily into the store, heading towards the counter where your best friend was. “The cup and feather” was a second home to you. The warm atmosphere that reigned in the bookstore/cafe has always seduced you. There was a peace of mind that relaxed your muscles: the woody decor, the warm and captivating light, the mixed smell of old/new books and coffee. You were leaning on the counter where Maya was completing an order for a regular.

“Good morning Luke! Enjoy your drink!” you said with a large smile.

“Hello dear y/n! Thanks sweetie! Let me know if you want to drink something. It’s on me”

“It won’t be necessary but thank you. I appreciate!”

The customer adds a generous 10-pound bill to the tip pot with a wink at you. Maya thanked Luke and then gave you a broken look. You gave her an amused smile, shaking your head, already anticipating her next line. But nothing could dissipate your good mood, your day was good.

"It's unbelievable how my tips increase when you're here. What's your secret?"

“Hello to you too, dear best friend. I don't have a secret...but maybe, try to be...nicer to customers? Give them a smile while you're taking their order! ”

“Hello honey. I’m so thankful you’re here. It’s a boring day”

It was a pretty quiet day, there weren't a lot of customers. The rather gloomy London weather seemed to have put them off. A huge thunderous sound echoed outside and Maya jumped. You had a sympathetic and somewhat amused smile. You liked the storm. To be honest, you liked the storm when you weren't alone: feel the heavy, electric atmosphere before the refreshing rain falls. She looked out the window with annoyance.

"Jesus. It looks like it's gonna be a long day" she complained

“Don’t be so dramatic! Let me help. How can I help you?”

“There is this book cart that I have to put away and that has been lying around for an hour. But my boss would kill me if he found out that someone who actually doesn’t work here, did it for me”

Maya gave you a knowing look. It wasn't that she hated you helping her with her work, on the contrary, you were quite useful to her. But she would have preferred that you spend your free time other than helping her. You took a few books from the cart, sticking your tongue out at your best friend and rushing down the aisles of the library section. The distinct sound of a heavy downpour was heard outside and a few seconds later, the store door opened to let in two young, but also handsome, men. Maya bit her lip as one of the individuals approached the counter with a polite but warm smile. He seemed tall, with a thin but toned build, thin lips, his blue eyes pierced her from the moment his eyes met hers; a fucking model.

"Hello. Do you mind if we stay a little while the downpour subsides?" he asked.

" Hell no, of course! You can stay as long as you want as long as I can admire you… uh, shit, no, as long as you order something… did I say the other part out loud?

The second boy laughed, but nothing mocking. He was shorter than the guy across from Maya, brown hair and chocolate eyes, muscular arms but not sculpted like a bodybuilder. He seemed in good shape.

The blonde raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his lips.

"I'm afraid so. Um ... okay. Tom?" he turned to his friend "Do you want to drink something?"

"Black tea. A single sugar and a drop of milk."

Your friend nodded meaning she heard it and then she patiently waited for the blonde to place his order.

"I'll have mint tea. Just one sugar too."

"Noted! Feel free to go grab a book once you've settled in."

The blonde smiled at Maya as he turned slightly to the tables to settle in with his friend. You were immersed in reading a synopsis when you finally returned to the counter. You looked up too late while talking to your best friend.

"Hey, Maya can I keep - ouch"

You had just hit a rather solid chest and your eyes widened in surprise. Two hands grabbed your shoulders before the fall, stabilizing you on your two good. And thank you, handsome stranger because you would have been able to let yourself fall so as not to drop the book you were holding in your hands.

"Everything's alright, love?"

"Huh Huh" You barely said, still a little surprised by the impact.

He smiled at you and finally joined Tom at a table without giving you a chance to thank him. You leaned against the counter giving your best friend an indecipherable expression.

"Who are these guys?"

"I know, right?" Maya whispered, biting her lips again.

You smiled to her. You and your best friend had the same tastes when it came to boys. So it was no wonder that they found them attractive.You quickly gave a last look on the mysterious guy before focusing on the cart again. Your logic wanted you to go back and forth rather than pushing this wheeled machine. And deep down, it was also an excuse to admire the blond boy at the table 7. When you came back from your last trip down the aisles and there were no books left on the cart. You noticed with a sad expression on your face that both boys were gone. What did you expect? A romantic scene where love story is born in the aisles of a bookstore cafe. What's the point? You might not even have been his type. Correction: You were certainly not his type. Maya came over to you, a mischievous half-smile on her face.

"If you're wondering. His name is Harrison. I heard his friend call him. And he kindly tipped you 25 pounds."

"I don't work here."

"It's just like"

"I would probably never see him again, Maya"

"Believe me, I have a feeling that you will."

☙♡❧

And she was right. The following week did not bring the handsome stranger, the following week either. You had totally, or almost, forgotten this delicious abrupt encounter. You were in the aisles of the cafe, looking for the next book you were going to devour when you were politely tapped on the shoulder, a throat clearing accompanying the gesture.

"Hm, excuse me?"

You turned around and your eyes widened a little in surprise. You did not expect, or more, to see this beautiful stranger again. He was holding a book in his hands and looked nervous. His demeanor was endearing and you couldn't help but suppress a shy smile.

"Yes?"

"I'm looking to get my mom a book. I've heard of this one but ... I wanted your advice."

You raised an amused eyebrow. He wanted to buy a book from his mom and he went to a coffee shop to ask you for advice on a book he obviously couldn't buy here. You found this sweet and awkward. You gave him a shy and mischievous smile.

“You know you're not supposed to buy the books here… just read them. »You joked

"Hmm, yeah ... but ... I wanted your opinion since ..."

"I don't work here ..."

The surprise was read in his eyes as in yours but for different reasons. Harrison felt silly for asking you when you weren't an employee. You, you were surprised by your tone, which seemed so cold when it was not your intention. You didn’t want to be rude to him. In fact, he makes you a little bit uncomfortable. You had never been so awkward with a boy but, for some reason you didn't know, his piercing blue eyes bowled you over. You couldn't deny that you were drawn to him and there was something really spellbinding about Harrison. To catch up you glanced at the book, you wrinkled his nose and you scratched your head

“I'm sorry, this is not the kind of novel I read ... But if she read Fifty-shade of Grey ... this book might please her” you told him, somewhat embarrassed.

Harrison gave you a confused look and you pointed to the cover of the book. To be fair, although he won't admit it, Harrison had grabbed the first book he saw off the storage cart and it actually turned out that it was an erotic fiction rather categorized in the young adult, a bestseller. Honestly, you didn't know where to put yourself. You watched the cheeks of the boy in front of you turn deep red.

"Okay ... Okay. I wasn't there for my mom."

"No shame ..." you tried to comfort him

"No..no i swear. It..i'm … okay ...

A boy with curly hair appeared in the aisle, calling out to the young man, breaking that awkward moment between you at the same time. Harrison's friend seemed vaguely familiar to you, as if you knew him or seemed to know him.

"Harrison, we're late. Tom's gonna kill me, mate!"

Harrison gave a sigh of relief that he seemed to have held back. He gave you a sorry smile and apologized before leaving you, putting the book down on a shelf. They headed for the exit and you stayed there, without moving, still challenged by this moment. You heard a laugh that came from the curl without actually hearing the reason.

"Did you ask her advice about 365 DNI? What kind of div are you?"

"Shut up Harry."

And Harry's laugh echoed one more time before the door closed on them. After a few seconds, you returned to the counter where your best friend was. She nodded at you, as if asking like it had happened. You have to shake your head negatively while shrugging your shoulders. It was the most bizarre interaction you have had in your life. A total failure. With that, he was sure you would never see him again.

☙♡❧

But you were wrong again. You were, again and again, at the cafe. Maya was finishing her shift and you were sitting at a table with a book in your hand. You were in your own little world when your gaze was drawn to a male hand, wearing rings highlighting the veins of that said hand, placing a cup of latte on your table.

"I didn't order any-" you said before interrupting you.

Harrison was in front of you, a shy little smile drawn across his face. You frowned, intrigued. How had he guessed your favorite drink? A simple glance over the blond's shoulder told you your answer: Maya was smiling at you, thumbs up, as a token of encouragement. You looked Harrison, pursed your lips, flattered by the gesture.

“I wanted to apologize for the other time.” Harrison finally spoke.

“It's nothing ... I..I hope your mom liked the book.” you just told him with a little smile

"I… It wasn't for her."

"Oh..for whom?" you asked intrigued.

He smirked, amused by your carelessness. Was he not obvious, however? Since the day he met you, the actor hadn't stopped thinking about you. Tom and Harry kept telling him that he was completely whipped and looked like a fool.

"For no one actually. I grabbed the first book I found."

"But why?" you seemed more confused.

"I wanted to see you. It was a pretext… I didn't know how to approach you."

Your cheeks turned as red as Harrison's the last you met him. You were flattered but at the same time surprised to know that he was interested in you. You've replaced a strand of hair behind your ear, blushing. An awkward silence has settled between you two. Neither of them really knew how to break the ice. Harrison looked up at the book you had put on the table when he arrived.

"What do you read?" he asked interested

“One day by David Nicholls. It’s the one of the most moving books I have ever read.”

And you started talking for hours about how this book moved you and how Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess' portrayal in the film adaptation blew your mind. How you went from laughter to tears to anger. How you got attached to the characters in both the book and the movie. Harrison couldn't stop you. He admired you talking with passion and found you endearing. The way you spoke with your hands or the way you frowned when some character action disturbed you. You were in your world and he wanted to enter it.

"I hope we end up like them." He said, interrupting you.

You suddenly stopped in your monologue looking at Harrison puzzled. You didn't expect this. First, because by knowing the story of this novel. You didn't want anyone to experience people's stories, no matter how beautiful it was. Second, did Harrison just say he was considering something with you?

"Like who?" you asked

"Emma and Dexter ... I hope we have such a great story."

You pursed your lips, amused. You swallowed to keep from laughing and you shook your head. You were sure he didn't read the book but you wanted to play with him a little.

"I don't hope so."

"Why? Their love story is beautiful!"

"You haven't read this book have you?"

"Of course yes!" he defended himself, uncomfortable.

In truth, he was lying. He was trying to impress you. He had simply said he wanted to live this love affair to soften you and try to approach you to ask for a date. Once again, you smiled, genuinely amused by the boy in front of you. He looked so innocent and so confident in her walk. But you knew ... You knew he hadn't read the book.

"Harrison, she dies at the end"

Harrison's cheeks have once again turn red. He played with his hands nervously, embarrassed. He was an idiot, a complete fucking div. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to let go of all the stress he had accumulated but also to find a way to make up for it. You were blowing him outright. He thought you were so beautiful and had never been so awkward about approaching a girl. Of course, Harry had introduced him to his ex-girlfriend. But, the actor had never had a hard time flirting. He knew his strengths, he was kinda funny, can't deny he was pretty handsome, after all he was a model. He was also an actor, he could play all emotions, recite hundreds of lines of dialogue. But you looked different and he was unable to have a conversation with you without being ridiculous. You found that rather adorable.

"Okay, okay. I don't hope we end up like them."

“I hope you don't wait 20 years before asking me out?”

Harrison looked at you surprised. Did you really just reach out to her? Did he hear what you just said or did his imagination play a dirty trick on him? Her heart skipped a beat. You pursed your lips before putting on a warm but shy smile. You weren't that confident in normal times but ... but it was pushing you out of your comfort zone. You liked him, his clumsiness made you laugh and moved you a lot. You wanted to know him better. And with a simple smile, Harrison knew he had the green light.

"Would you ... have coffee with me?"

"I'm already taking one with you, idiot" you joked ...

"Yeah..hmm, okay ... um. Would you like to go on a date ... one day?"

Your smile widened. You didn't know if he had chosen his last words intentionally but you liked to think he had. And if it wasn't, that awkwardness had melted your heart. You bit your lip, a smile still on your face. Your cheeks were rosy with emotion. Eventually, you might have had your romantic story at a coffee shop / bookstore.

“Yes, Harrison. I would like to go out with you.

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princehairsupremacy · 3 years

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warning: smut !! sort of angsty at the end, i like to give shitty endings.

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Warnings: oral (f + m receiving), public sex, vaginal sex, harry says good girl

You saw him from across the room and just felt that electric spark that they talk about in movies and books straight away. His forest green eyes made you fall in a trance you had a feeling you'd never fall out of, he looked very well put together, deciding to wear a brown jumper with green sort of stars they looked like from far away, you couldn't really tell, then some baggy green trousers that matched the green on his jumper perfectly and finally some clean black and white vans. He had on some entrancing rings, one that really stood out to you was a sort of red one, then his hair was styled neatly but messily, he looked so cosy and perfect. Everything a man should ever achieve to be.

You were staring at his side profile, his sharp jawline, his nose was- shit, he moved his head and now had his eyes connected to yours, furrowing his brows and offering you a small smile, of course you just blushed and looked away awkwardly, deciding to just pretend that never happened, instead opting to head to the bar where you ordered a martini from the sweet looking bartender with face piercings and bright red hair.

You had just sat on a stool with your martini when you felt someone pat your shoulder, you turned round and widened your eyes, it was him, the handsome stranger you couldn't keep your eyes off and embarrassed yourself because of it. He smiled at you again and started to open his mouth.

"Hi. I'm Harry, mind if i sit?" He gestured to the stool beside, and very close beside, you.

"U-um, no of course I don't mind." You stuttered a bit.

He turned towards you and your thighs pressed against each other. "What's your name?"

You smiled sheepishly and answered. "Y/N. I don't mean this to sound rude but why are you talking to me?" You cringed when you finished your sentence, feeling it still came off rude.

"Well when I was standing over there and noticed a pretty girl watching me, I decided I'd go and introduce myself before I missed my shot." He placed his hand on your knee and your eyes widened.

"You think I'm pretty?" Your mouth gaped open.

He grinned. "Very much so, darling." He leaned closed to you, whispering in your ear and tugged on the hem of your dress. "Thought you looked pretty hot in this little black dress too."

You gulped. "Oh, I guess my dress is alright."

He smirked and just shook his head. "Baby, you look so fucking hot and your dress keeps riding up your thighs and I won't lie it's kinda turning me on." He places his hand on your thigh under your dress.

You looked down at your dress. "Oh, you like the dress that much?" He nodded and started to move his hand towards your panties.

You grabbed his hand and moved it away. "We're in public..."

He smirked. "Meet me in the bathroom?"

You blushed and nodded. "Sure, I guess..."

He got up and winked at you before moving towards a free bathroom, walking in and locking it, obviously waiting for your arrival.

You were froze in shock for about 20 seconds before you stood up, leaving the rest of your martini and fixing your dress, you moved to the bathroom. Your fist hovered over the door, taking a bit of time to tell yourself you'll be fine before finally knocking. The door opened and you were pulled in and pushed against it, hearing the clicking sound to signal the lock of the door.

You gasped and looked up at him, his eyes were much darker than before and he was biting his lip, dragging his eyes up and down your body. He started to lean in and you closed your eyes, eventually feeling his cherry lips against yours, they tasted like bubblegum, he must have chewed some before you came. He bit your bottom lip suddenly which made you gasp, he took his opportunity and let his tongue make its way into your mouth. You were making out for about 3 minutes before you felt his hand start to move up your dress.

You pulled back and watched his hand, whimpering as he started to drag your panties down your legs, when he got them off you he brought them to eye level and smirked. "Fucking soaked your panties, who done that?" You whimpered and hung your head low, feeling embarrassed.

He put two fingers under your chin and forced you to made eye contact. "I asked you a question, be a good girl and answer it."

"You made me soak my panties." You said lowly.

He kissed you softly. "Good girl."

He started to lift your dress up and you moved your arms up, aiding him in getting him off. He groaned when he learned you had no bra on, immediately bringing his hand to your right breast, squeezing it gently, as though testing it out sort of. He quickly leaned his head down and captured your nipple between his lips, sucking greedily. You threaded your fingers in his hair and pleaded. "Please, Harry."

He pulled back and smirked, placing his hands on the back of your thighs and lifting you up, you immediately wrapping your legs around his waist. He placed you on the sink counter and stood between your legs, you reached for his jumper and lifted it up, revealing his lean body and many tattoos.

You gasped and started to trace his tattoos, which made him chuckled a bit. "Like 'em?" You grinned and looked up at him. "Open your mouth for me, baby?" You obeyed almost immediately, making him lick his lips. He placed his thumb on your tongue and looked at you expectantly. You eventually caught on and enclosed your lips around his thumb and sucked making him groan loudly and pull it out.

He dropped to his knees softly and parted your thighs, making you gasp softly. "You don't have to if you don't want t-" He shut you up by biting your thigh softly. "This is all i've thought about, love. I want to." You lean your head back and take a deep breath in.

He starts to kiss your thighs, obviously aiming to tease you first, making you glare at him. He chuckled and licked up your pussy, making you gasp. He started to lick at your clit, making you bite your hand to hold in your moans since you were in a public bathroom.

He smirked against you and sucked on your clit softly, digging his nails into your thighs. You bucked your hips up and he sucked your clit a little harder. You felt his hand on your right thigh move, eventually feeling his ring and middle finger at your entrance, ready to push in.

"You want my fingers darling?" You just whimpered and that obviously wasnt enough for him.

He slapped your thigh, making you look at him. "Yes! Yes! I want your fingers in me."

"Then that's what you'll get."

And he did push his fingers in, making you moan slightly and him smirk. He started to suck your clit again and move his fingers softly. You grinded against his fingers for more friction, making him move his fingers at a fast and rougher pace.

"Oh, Harry!" You moaned a bit too loud, making him slap your thighs again and you bite your lip to contain all your loud moans, all that could be heard now was light whimpers that you couldn't hold in.

He kept sucking on your clit and moving his fingers, bringing you closer and closer and c- he stopped.

You looked down at him and he grinned, leaning up to whisper in your ear. "If you're gonna cum it's gonna be on my cock." You nod and watch as he sucks his fingers, clearly enjoying himself a little too much.

"Can you take your trousers off?" He licked his lips and unbuttoned them, gesturing for you to keep going. You stood up and got down on your knees, looking up at him and taking his trousers down, immediately noticing the sizeable bulge.

"Gonna help me out?" He stroked your cheek and bit his lip, you nodded, eager to help him out.

You tugged his boxers off and marvelled at his sizeable length. You spit on it first to make sure you didn't hurt him and wrapped your hand around him gently, tugging on it cautiously.

"You don't have to worry, you can do it a bit rougher, i like it." You squeezed him and watched for his reaction, his mouth just gaped open so you took that as a good sign.

You started to bring your mouth down on him, making him give many noises of encouragement. As he started to hit the back of your throat you knew you wouldn't be able to get all of him in your mouth, but you work with what you're given, closing your fist around and tugging on the part that you can't get in your mouth. You were gonna please him even further when he pulled back, making you pout and look up at him.

"Don't wanna cum in your mouth." You stood up and sat back on the counter, making him push your thighs apart again.

He suddenly looked a bit panicked. "Do you have a condom?" You giggled and shook your head, making him look at you strangely. "I take birth control." He sighed in relief and made sure you were okay with it first before pushing in slightly.

You held onto his shoulders tightly as he pushed in further and kissed your face. "Not much more to go, you're alright." It was definitely a stretch but very pleasureable, you groaned and bucked your hips up when you felt he wasn't going fast enough.

He started to move his pace faster, resting his forehead on your shoulder. "God, you feel so good." You felt him start to suck on your neck and you moaned slightly, knowing you couldn't be too loud.

There was a knock on the door. "Someone in there?" Harry lifted his head from your shoulder and placed his hand over your mouth, going even faster than before and hitting all the right spots.

Eventually you heard mumbling and footsteps going further and further away, making you sigh in relief. Harry just brought his hand down to your clit and started rubbing it. "Been such a good girl for me, you know what good girls get?" You shook your head. "Good girls get to cum." He started to rub faster at your clit.

You moaned softly and arched your back. "Gonna cum for me like a good girl would?" You nodded and your eyes rolled back in your head when he started to rub faster and a bit rougher. Your toes curled and your vision was black as you tightened around him, cumming hard.

Your reaction was enough to get him there too, moving at a slower pace with his hips bucking erratically into you, emptying himself in you and biting your shoulder to make sure his moans were only heard by the both of you.

He pulled his head up and kissed your cheek, slowly pulling out and grabbing some of the paper towels to clean you up. He stroked your cheek then started to get dressed.

You stood up, still a bit dazed, and started to get dressed again, you were gonna leave when he grabbed your wrist. "Didn't even get your number." You blushed and gave him your number, heading out of the bathroom and back home, patiently waiting for the call that would never come.

sorry this is kinda bad

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Complicated - Chapter Two

Chapter One: Here

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

Warnings: self-degradation/self-doubt

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: Gonna rework this and ditch the first person POV, jsyk.

A/n pt. 2: This story does contain spoilers for the show/manga. The dates/ages of characters are going to be shifted around a bit.

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It's been two days. Is he gonna call? Text? Completely forget I exist?

I sigh, trying to expel the anxiety balled up in the pit of my stomach.

Why would he call? We talked for, what, five minutes? He seemed older too. You were in your damn school uniform, idiot. He's obviously got more important shit to do than chat up a schoolgirl who can't mind her own fucking business.

"Ugh," I groan to no one but myself in my apartment. "I'm really just the biggest fucking jackass, aren't I?"

Flopping down on my bed, I let out another weighty sigh and bury my face in the plethora of pillows piled beneath me.

Relax. Maybe he'll text. Maybe he won't. And if he doesn't he's just sparing you the embarrassment that you would inevitably bring upon yourself.

A yawn escapes my lips as I feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was hardly 5 PM.

Fucked up sleep schedule, here I come.

The familiar comfort of my bed allows me to quiet my thoughts enough to fall into a shallow sleep, until I'm startled awake by a vibrating sensation coming from underneath my chin.

I blink against the harsh light emitting from my phone, squinting to see who was disturbing me.

What the--oh shit!

It was an unknown number. Recognizing that it could be him, I sit up faster than I have ever managed to after a nap and fumble the phone into my palm, eagerly sliding my thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?"

My breath hitches and I bite my lip in anticipation as I wait, eager to hear his deep, silky voice on the other end.

But the pause on the other side of the line seems just a little too long. Something is off.

Is this him? Is it..just some creep? A prank? What the hell?

"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."

My eyes slam shut, a shake reverberating through my spine as a cocktail of anger and embarrassment wash over me.

That's it. Hope is off limits from now on.

"Fucking great."

I tap the end button, half ready to throw my phone out the window.

Instead, I decide to check and see if I missed anything else while I was out.

Hope is off limits.

I shake my head, trying to erase the little embers of hope that persist, praying that maybe he did reach out.

To my surprise, there's a text from an unrecognized number.

Unknown: You free tonight, doll?

Holy shit.

Looking above the message, I see: Today 6:58 PM. I wince as I dare to look at the clock, which mercifully reads 7:26 PM.

Tapping the text box, I don't give myself the chance to overthink this opportunity.

Me: For you? Sure thing.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I nod my head, processing the sudden burst of confidence I seem to have found.

I'm not like this. What is it about this guy? He's just that--a guy. One that I don't know. And now I'm just gonna meet up with him?

He's literally a stranger. Who the hell do I think I am?? Is my vagina just running things now? Gonna run out and meet up with some strange dude, because he's pretty and charming?

You know who else was pretty and charming?? Ted Bundy.

That's right, you said it. This is dumb, logically. This is everything everyone’s ever warned you about.

My phone buzzes and my heart rate spikes in response, tearing me from my spiraling doubts.

Unknown: Our spot. 30 minutes. See you there.

A noise that I've certainly never made before eeks past my lips as I process his instructions.

Fuck it. The possibility of this guy being a serial killer has been assessed. I'm going, risks be damned.

You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot.

I sigh for the umpteenth time today, waging war in my own mind.

I don't know what it is about him, but I have to see him again. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll be fine.

That's what I tell myself as I exhale, until I catch my reflection.

My hair is disheveled, my mascara askew. I didn't even bother to take off my uniform before I passed out.

As if I weren't flustered enough, now I gotta make myself looking somewhere near presentable and get down there in time.

Here goes nothing.

Fifteen minutes fly by and I think I've managed it as I step back to look myself over in the mirror once more.

The shortest pair of high-waisted shorts I own, paired with a low-cut black crop top and my favorite slip-ons. My make-up doesn't look perfect and there's not much of it, but it's touched up, and my hair is at least brushed.

Okay, no turning back now.

Grabbing my keys, I tuck my phone in my back pocket and make my way to the meeting place.

+++++++++++++++

Our spot. The man is smooth and I think that he knows it.

I re-read the last message he sent for probably the thirteenth time in the past five minutes.

The clock in the corner of the screen reads 8:02.

Maybe he won’t show. Maybe this is a joke. He and his buddies with come around a corner and laugh as they speed off.

Damn, can I chill? No. He’s going to be here. And I’m going to act like a human fucking being. A normal girl. Someone he could like; I’m capable of that.

Aren’t I?

Scanning my surroundings yet again, I take in the scenery. I never really get out at night, but the city looks so pretty this way. There’s not too much traffic, especially considering that it’s a Friday night, but there are some people milling about up and down the sidewalk. Some look like they’re on their way home. Some look like they’re on their way out for a night on the town.

“Hey there.”

My eyes are quick to follow the sound of his voice. I look up and he’s strolling up to the bench where I’m seated, the same one where I bandaged his arm the other day.

His hands are shoved in his front pockets, thumbs pushed through the belt loops of the tight, black jeans he’s sporting. His white t-shirt dangles off of his frame in a way that suits him, offering a glimpse of his muscular chest. A black coat completes his ensemble and he certainly looks the part of the typical bad boy.

But, damn, does it look so good on him.

“Hey, there. How’s the arm?”

I scoot over a bit, allowing for ample space between us if he were to take a seat. To my surprise, he sits towards the middle of the bench, so that his thigh brushes against mine as he settles.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing down and covering the noise I want to make with a quiet clearing of my throat.

“It’s good. You do make a pretty decent nurse, sweetheart.”

He grins and pulls his coat sleeve back, revealing the still bandaged wound.

“Wait, have you changed that?”

You’re such a mom. You better hope he’s into MILFs, because otherwise this ain’t gonna get you where you wanna go, girl.

His brow furrows in an expression that tells me all I need to know before he even speaks.

“What do you mean? Changed what?”

A quiet sigh leaves my lungs as I hold out my hand.

“May I?”

His puzzled expression doesn’t falter, but he shrugs and offers his forearm up for inspection.

Carefully, I pull back the tape holding the bandages together and slowly begin to unwrap them.

That is, until the smell hits me. I barely catch of glimpse of the reddened skin before my nostrils detect the scent of burned flesh and excess viscera.

“Oh, dear. Have you even unwrapped this thing?”

Trying not to agitate anything further, I delicately wrap the bandages back around his arm, taping them down once again.

“No, should I have?”

I look up and my gaze meets his, a sense of true ignorance evident in his expression; I try not to laugh. I really try, but a soft giggle escapes nonetheless.

“Yes! I mean, if it doesn’t hurt, I’m sure it’s not that bad right now, but you should be cleaning and redressing a wound like that once every 12 hours at the very least. It’s been what, like, at least 50 at this point?”

His good arm reaches for the back of his neck, scratching at it as he dons an apologetic half smile.

“Sorry, I’m not exactly nurturing by nature, doll. I don’t know the first fucking thing about this kind shit.”

I cock a sympathetic smile as I look at him, sitting there looking almost helpless. I guess he is, in a sense. It’s actually kinda cute how he doesn’t seem to have an inkling of how to properly care for himself.

Because that’s absolutely what you want in a potential relationship. Someone to fix, how fun! Why not open up a shop for broken boys? Girl, when will you learnnn??

“Well, I don’t have anything on me right now, but if you don’t mind coming back to my place, I could clean it up there? And I’ll teach you how to keep up with it this time.”

I guess not today, motherfucker.

“Coming to my rescue again. You must be in a hero course, huh, doll?”

His smile is so naturally disarming as he stands and offers his hand out before me.

“I don’t mind, if you’re sure you don’t. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable and I don’t wanna be a burden. I didn’t ask you out tonight for you to have to play doctor on me again.”

He seems so sweet, so genuine. Maybe he is broken, but everyone deserves kindness. He looks like he hasn’t seen much of that. And as cliché as it is, maybe I can help him. Maybe he can help me.

I slip my hand in his, smiling as flirtatiously as I can manage as he pulls me to my feet.

“I don’t mind. I was kind of hoping I might get to play doctor on you again anyway. Maybe you could even return the favor.”

I brush my fingers against his as our hands disconnect, taking a page from his own book and watching his expression as my skin glides against his.

Or maybe we could just do this. This works too. No muss, no fuss. But oh my goodness what if what I just did was weird and he’s not even interested??

His eyebrows rise for just a moment as he chuckles and glances down, still grinning as he puts his hands in his coat pockets.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t know much about medicine, but I do know how to give a pretty thorough physical exam.”

Something twitched deep inside my belly as my breath caught in my throat and I damn near tripped over my own two feet as we started walking.

Thankfully, his reflexes were quicker than my inate ability to fuck things up and his good arm reached out to steady my frame as he stepped in front of me.

The delicious scent of his cologne mingling with remnant cigarette smoke nearly made me dizzy as my hands connected with his chest, now completely unable to ignore the muscles just beneath his thin shirt.

“You all right there, doll?”

Long, slender fingers find their way under my chin. His thumb just barely brushing the edge of my bottom lip as he strokes it over my chin.

His eyes are practically piercing mine as he carefully lifts my face to his. Who knew being in such close proximity to someone so beautiful could be this paralyzing.

Holy fuck. Forget fixing me. He can break me and I’ll probably thank him for it.

The strong hand on the small of my back threatens to rob me of my breath all over again and I have to fight to keep any semblance of composure in his arms.

“Yeah.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear and will myself to break eye contact. “You always have girls falling for you this quickly?”

I pity laugh at my own joke, wishing my quirk was something that would allow me to disappear.

But then he’s chuckling too. It’s melodious at first, but then it morphs into a deep reverberation that sends all the right chills down my spine as I level my eyes with his again.

He looks like an enigma personified. His eyes look so gentle and warm, but his smile reads so sad. The words that leave his lips sound like both a warning and an invitation to my flushe red ears.

“Trust me, princess. You don’t wanna fall for me. I’m no good for you.”

Oh, but it’s too late for that.

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alison-anonymous · 3 years

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I Want to Write a Mikayuu Series

Okay.

So um.

If you're reading this, HELLO. All of you long time ONS fans probably don't know me, but I'm Alison and I'm a hardcore Mikayuu, Mitsunoa, Gureshin, etc shipper. I've been in the ONS fandom for almost a year and dear god. The amount of people telling me that Mikayuu is queerbait is just making me really sad 😅 I'm a writer, and I'm the type of person who honestly feels like the author of a series should have the ability to choose how a story ends without influence of their readers. I mean, if it's their story, then it should be their ending, right? However, I also do have some qualms when it comes to how this "love triangle" between Yu, Mika, and Shinoa is being portrayed. This is entirely my personal opinion, but I feel like Shinoa seems to be forcing herself to love Yu. I honestly don't think she cares for him in a romantic way, but more of a very deep-rooted admiration or even envy that she's trying to convince herself to be romantic love. And Yu has said multiple times that he values Mika's life above his own, that he doesn't know what he would do without him if he were to die again (I mean the fact that he suffered seeing his best friend and potential lover die a first time was definitely scarring enough, PLEASE STOP TORTURING OUR POOR BABIES). And it's basically confirmed by now that when Mika said I love you in the manga, it was in the romantic sense. Even though I wish, I hope, I dream, and I pray that Mikayuu will become canon, I honestly can't say for certain what I think will happen. I think it could sway any way, with Mikayuu becoming canon, Yu and Shinoa becoming canon, or it being one of those ambiguous endings where it's heavily implied but nothing actually happens. And in order to make myself feel better when stuff like this happens, I tend to rewrite the entire story with the ending that I would have liked to see ;)

You're probably wondering where the hell this stranger is going with this. Well, I want to write a book. A series, actually.

One that's inspired by Seraph of the End.

Now, if you're interested in hearing me out, then feel free to keep reading. But if not, continue on with your scrolling, no hard feelings. But if you do, and I really hope that you do, give me a chance to explain.

I want to write a series inspired by Seraph of the End called Bloodsucker (working title, obviously). And this series is going to be a reimagination of ONS with an ending that I would have loved to see in the anime and manga. I plan to have three main characters (please keep in mind that I'm going to have name changes): Yuichiro, Mikaela, and a brand new character, Epic.

Now, I would begin this series a bit before the anime and I'm assuming the manga begins. I'd start with introducing our main three characters as they meet in the orphanage (yes, Epic would be a part of this orphanage as well) and how Epic and Yu try to make moves to run away only to be stopped by Mika and Akane.

I plan to include a scene between Epic and Akane where Epic tries to run out in the middle of the night only to be stopped by Akane, and this is what caused Epic to develop a crush on her (Epic is a girl btw). Then I would begin the whole shit with the vampires and how they set the world on fire and shit, but instead of the apocolypse, I'd make it so that most of the adults died in the fire while the kids were taken alive (because young blood is better and whatnot). This includes our little Hyakuya family. The directors would have tried to trade the kids lives for their own, and due to their selfishness, the vamps killed them and took the kids anyway.

This would begin my first story arc: the prewar.

Epic, Akane, Mika, and Yu would all be living under the vampires at this point along with the rest of the kids in their orphanage. I plan to include lots of moments of bonding that heavily imply Epic loves Akane even though she doesn't know it yet and Mika loves Yu, but Yu is fucking oblivious. The four begin to plot their escape, but while Mika and Akane (yes Akane too) are making deals with the vampires to help out with their family, Epic is constantly finding herself getting dragged along to visit Queen Krul. The pink haired vamp has a soft spot for her for some reason and often tells her that Epic and her family are "special" or sum shit. And she's super confused and semi grossed out. But none of the vamps ever dare to hurt her so she thinks it's fine. Then one day they all plot their escape and it's much more planned out and lengthy and less rushed than it is in the anime. Things almost seem to work out until the vampires stop them

And Mika and Akane DIE.

I know. I'm horrid.

Epic is standing here in shock as she watches the love of her life die before her and Mika BEGS for Yu to take Epic and run while they can. So while in the series only Yu survives, he obeys Mika and both him and Epic survive this. They're found by Guren (a new character I haven't come up with yet lol) and Yu is super protective over Epic, not wanting anyone to take the only piece of his family he has left (he's a fucking mess without Mika let's just be honest) and Guren ends up taking them under his wing.

Now we hit the second arc. Still with me?

The War.

Hold onto your hats everyone because this is where shit is about to get complicated. So I do plan to have a bit of a time skip into the current spot where Yu and Epic are attending school with Guren as their father figure and they've become very close. So close that Yu refuses to work with anyone else but her. They end up getting onto Shinoa Squad (obviously going to be completely different in my version) and they get put onto the battlefield. But here's the catch. Well, two catches.

Yu and Epic do have demon weapons. I do plan to try to incorporate that into this. BUT the backstory is different. I plan to make it so that the vampires obviously see the humans as fies. Insignificant things that are more playthings than threats. And they didn't want to have to deal with killing all of them, so they sent demons in their place to handle it. But the humans were able to form deals or "contracts" with the demons and therefore turned the vampires' own secret weapon against them.

Now, catch no. 2

So, Epic, Mika, and Yu aren't seraphs in this. But they are something else. I'm going to try to explain this as simply as I can, but each of them (besides Mika since he doesn't have a demon) have 3 souls inside their body:

Soul 1 is their current soul, the one that identifies as Mika or Epic or Yu.

Soul 2 is their demon soul, like what Asuramaru is to Yu.

And soul 3 is their archangel soul (I might change that name later on).

So I'm just going to come right out and say it. In this series, Epic is the villain.

Yes.

You read that right.

Epic is the villain. But she doesn't know that she is. These Soul 3s were reincarnated into the current bodies of Mika, Epic, and Ari (and I know that's not exactly how it works but screw logic this is just a fucking concept) from their lives centuries ago.

These souls existed way before vampires existed and Epic (or Essie) was very close friends with Yu (or Aytigin). Aytigin was in love with Haru (Mika) but for one reason or another, they couldn't be together. Essie wanted to do something, willing to do anything to make the two of them happy. So she made a deal that brought the vampires into creation so that Haru and Aytigin could be happy. She was willing to sacrifice everything that they stood for so that the two of them could be in love together.

She had good intentions, but of course Haru and Aytigin were furious because now the vampires were turning against the humans and they all basically died. Until they were reborn respectively, but unknowingly.

Now picking back up in the present, Yu and Epic are fighting in one of the main battles and the two are very confused when the vampires make a very deliberate attempt not to hurt Epic. They're unsure as to why, but Guren tells them not to worry about it.

Suspicious bastard.

Anyway, it's revealed finally that MIKA IS ALIVE

BUT HE'S ALSO DEAD

Yes he is a vampire. And Yu falls in love all over again upon seeing him, and after a bunch of struggling, Epic gets kidnapped. At first she gets strangled by Lacus and then she gets kidnapped by Ferid who doesn't kill her surprisingly.

Oh and uh... Ferid is nice in this. He's still a fucking creep, but he's a lot nicer than he is in the series. I plan to make Queen Krul or whoever I turn her into be the villain.

Anyway, they take Epic back to the vampire palace or whatever and Queen Krul and Epic are reunited! And Krul is the one who reveals to Epic exactly who she, Mika, and Yu are and this is what sparks Epic's fall to insanity.

I mean, she's the killer. She's the one who brought them into this world. She's responsible for every death the vampires cause.

I would go crazy too.

So, she manages to escape (partially thanks to Mika) and the two join Yu and the others again and it's revealed a second time exactly what is going on. And while no one actually blames Epic on the Shinoa Squad, that doesn't stop people like Kureto and even herself from blaming.

And this causes her demon to go haywire.

She begins losing her marbles, almost killing her teammates and trying to kill herself, all while the three begin to experience dreams or visions of their Soul 3s.

While all this shit is going on, there's heavy romance between Mika and Yu because these two lovers just got reunited and FUCK did they have glow ups but yes -

Oh. And there is another spark for Epic, even though she doesn't think she's worthy of love.

Okay. I'm just gonna say it.

Lacus falls in love with Epic. Yes. You read that correctly too.

I plan to make the two of them get trapped together at some point and they have to work together to escape. It's during this time that Epic realizes he's not all that bad and has some form of self control and he realizes that she's the most interesting thing he's ever met in this disgusting and boring life and damn do her eyes look pretty-

But yes. She forms a permanent alliance with him that he jokes about as marriage and they meet on other occassions too, but lol yes.

Anyway, blah blah blah, more fall to insanity, the Soul 3s take over their bodies on multiple occasions and there's a lot of bonding and fighting and Epic and Mika somehow manage to get some of the vampires on the human side.

And in the end, Epic and Yu basically sacifice themselves to save the human race and kill Queen Krul. It's a very rough ending I haven't quite perfected yet, but Yu has a moment like he did with the King of Salt. But though he inflicted a lot of damage, it's not enough. So while the team is worried about him, Epic takes this opportunity to fix her and Essie's mistakes.

She allows both Essie and her demon to take control of her body and dies on the battlefield. Queen Krul is eliminated. Most of the vampires are gone. The humans won.

Horray.

Epic is dead.

Kinda. Yu and Mika take her back home and this is the preview to the last arc where everyone's in the hospital and Epic's in a coma. Mika and Yu barely ever leave her side and it's only when Lacus of all people comes to visit that she fucking wakes up.

Okay. Are you still with me? Now come with me to the final arc.

The Post-War.

No my friend. It doesn't end there. Because Mika and Lacus are still vamps and life still sucks and I drank too much coffee this morning.

No it's not over yet.

So flash forward a couple years and Kureto and Crew are working as the heads of this city. Stuff is being rebuilt, people are settling down in homes, Lacus and some of the other "good" vampires find jobs, and Mika, Yu, and Epic get a house together (in case I didn't mention before, Epic is pansexual. She loved Akane dearly and I plan to include scenes where she sees her in her mind and dreams like Mikayuu so she's never truly gone, but she falls for Lacus too when he's not being a sadistic asshole). Things are going strangely when

BAM. Epic and Yu come up with a cure for vampirism.

How, you may ask? I don't fucking know, I haven't read about it in the manga yet but before we come up with an idea for it, imma say they came up with it through a spell. They share their findings with Guren and soon all vampires are being cured, most notably Mika, Lacus, and even Rene.

BUT and there's always a but, Kureto passes a new law claiming all vampires to be property. That any vampire or previous vampire or even vampire supporter/owner that tries to disobey these new laws is to be killed immediately. Now Epic and Yu are in jeopardy because their ex-vampires are in danger (Epic and Lacus have been hanging out a lot more and he's proven himself to be a decent guy. Contrary to popular belief, I headcanon him as not really knowing what to do when he actually cares about someone since he's been a heartless vamp for so long. So when he turns to Mika and begrudgingly asks him for LOVE ADVICE of all fucking things, Mika is ready to die). So basically, Mika and Lacus end up getting locked up along with the other ex-vamps (including Ferid which was a pain in the ass) and did I forget to mention that there's a proposal?

Oh yeah, Yu proposes to Mika and the blond still has yet to give him an actual answer because poor baby is still having a hard time accepting that Yu can love a "monster" like him.

But anyways, now Epic and Yu are furious and SHINOA SQUAD IS BACK IN BUSINESS. With the help of Guren and Shinya and everyone, they form a sort of rebellion and blah blah blah they manage to get Mika and Lacus and everyone out and blah blah blah they all get separated and Lacus begins to get INSANELY protective of Epic and ends up confessing his feelings to her before he nearly dies and blah blah blah did I forget to mention that I'm making Mitsunnoa and Kimizuki x Yoichi canon and blah blah blah.

Epic kisses Lacus as an instinct. Lacus kisses her again. Mika accepts Yu's proposal then almost dies AGAIN. I kill off some characters for emotional tugs and after a ton of more fighting and revenge and psychological breakings later, Kureto is killed. And Guren (or someone else haven't decided yet) is the new head of their city.

Epic, Mika, and Yu finally let Akane and the kids go. There's a lot of Shinoa Squad bonding but this is a summary so I haven't included much besides the main three. Epic and Lacus becomes canon. Mika and Yu get married. Guren and Shinya get married. Shinoa gets pregnant.

And everyone gets the FUCKING HAPPY ENDING THAT THEY ALL FUCKING DESERVE BECAUSE FUCK

I do plan to be slightly ruthless like the creator and include a lot of heartbreaking scenes, but it's going to be much different than ONS but I still want it to hold on to some core relationships.

I just want them to be happy. And I just want to make other people happy because fuck I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY

So. Yeah.

That's Bloodsucker...

So my question to you is... if I wrote this shit.

If I sat down and typed about 30 books roughly inspired by Seraph of the End and Mikayuu and Mitsunnoa and shit...

Would anyone read it?

♡ a.a.

#mikayuu #yuumika #mika x yuu #yuu x mika #owari no seraph #owari no straights #owari no serafu #seraph of the end #seraph of the gay #Mitsunnoa #i wanna write a book #reimagination #fml #send halp #lacus #new character #akane #what am i doing with my life

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smallestclowninthecircus · 3 years

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Season 3 notes popping off

due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.

ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?

ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.

ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.

ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes

ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.

ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.

ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.

ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.

ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.

ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.

ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.

ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.

ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.

Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.

Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?

ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?

ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.

ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!

ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?

ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again

110: who wants to bet its a leitner?

111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.

112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...

113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough

114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?

115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?

116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.

117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.

118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.

119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!

120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.

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morimallow · 4 years

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Hi, this is part two of Morisuke is a Nerd. Read the first part here and the last part here. Special thanks to my two friends with wild imaginations.

You challenged Yaku in every and any way possible. From a simple mental and oral Math drills to balancing Chemical equations mentally but for Yaku, this doesn't even make his brain work to full extent. But don't worry, you won for like 9 times.. out of the 30 challenges.

On the day of the Science contest, you challenged him once more but this time, it's the last one. After the contest, you don't know if you'd stay as friends or turn back to being strangers so you thought, why not make this a memorable one?

“Morisuke Yaku,” you stated his full name even after spending time together all day and everyday for 3 whole months: you accompanying him to his volleyball practices, attending his tournaments, both getting lunch together. In short, you seemed like the perfect couple even though you guys really aren't. You just thought that you guys shouldn't waste time in reviewing thus excusing yourself to fit into his life and time but to him, seeing you do things for him and with him, he was slowly falling for you.

You were sitting beside each other in the train with the coach in front of you, he turned to you and hummed, “Hmm? Challenging me again?” he asked, smirk evident in his tone.

“Yes,” you replied, hands gripping your thighs slightly. Why were you nervous? This was your routine: challenging him in any way. Were you embarrassed? Humiliated? Because he won every time you challenge him?

“What is it this time?” Despite the statement on its own might be quite rude or said by someone who is really done with your shit, with his soothing voice, you noticed that he sounded genuinely interested.

He never found you annoying, not even once. He knows your worth, that you're doing your best especially when it comes to winning over him. He doesn't back down because he knows your pride and you know that too but one thing you don't know is that you already won over his whole being. He is now, a hundred and twenty percent sure that he's in love with you.

You faced him and made eye contact and said, “I know we're here as a team but the one who has more correct answers in the contest will make the other do what they want. Let's ask coach to record our scores.”

Now that was the most interesting challenge you ever said to him. He already had one thing on his upon hearing this: He must score more than you.

“And now for this year's first placer.. It's none other than Nekoma Highschool! Oh, man, the power brain couple: Morisuke Yaku and F/N L/N, please come here on stage and receive your award. If you watched the contest a while back, you would surely no doubt a bit that they'd bring home the bacon.”

You and Yaku were happy about the results and coach was the extreme one. But both of you are thinking the same question: Who scored more? Both were smiling until you saw your coach's notes: 36-57/100 questions.

“Ah, ah, would you look at that, L/N! I guess you'll do what I say, hmm?” the brown-haired disgustingly handsome and genius libero teased you as if you don't understand what will happen after the coach presented the data.

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, mustering your most ‘intimidating yet bored’ look, you said facing him, “Come at me.”

Yaku wasn't even fazed. In fact, he likes it when you're like that. Unbothered, laid-back, but deep inside, you were screaming at yourself for being so dumb. He found you cute and charming but you never knew this. Thus the sentence that came out of his mouth shock you to the core, “Go out with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and now you realized that while you were absentmindedly fitting yourself into his life, using the excuse: we need to review, you yourself found out just now as he blurted those words that you like him so.

But you still weren't sure. So, as a distraction, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him outside the stadium where the contest was held. Without releasing his wrist, you said, “There. We're here. Outside. Together. That simple.”

Yaku being the smooth boi who is genuinely in love with you, he shook his hand to get rid of your hold and hastily intertwined his with yours and clarified, “Be my girlfriend, F/N L/N.”

—

The ball was served, curving to Nekoma's side of the court, directly to their libero, AKA your boyfriend, who perfectly received that spike-serve and flew to the setter. Kenma set the ball to Kuroo with Lev as a decoy and score! Nekoma won this round.

The game ended and rushed from the bleachers to door where the team would exit. While doing the formalities after the game, Yaku wouldn't stop smiling. Knowing that you're waiting behind that door.

Kuroo noticed this and said, “You're obviously not excited to suck your girlfriend's face, aren't you, Yakkun? Really.”

“Shut up, you one-eyed rooster,” Yaku retorted and glared at their captain. You were now at the back of his mind, busy throwing insults to Kuroo while the whole team was walking towards the exit.

When the doors opened, you frantically searched for your boyfriend and because of his jersey, you found him almost immediately. With your eyes turning to hearts, the team stopped walking when they saw you but Yaku was still insulting Kuroo.

“Sure, that last spike was awesome but you're—”

“Mori-kun!” you exclaimed as you ran towards your boyfriend, giving him your victory hug.

morisukeyaku.exe has stopped working jk

Without saying anything, he grabbed the back of your thighs and effortlessly picked you up. Your legs hugged his waist and arms around his neck.

Yaku cupped your right cheek so you can see him clearly. “My lucky charm is here. Thank you for coming, marshmallow,” he cooed and placed a kiss on your nose, a passionate one on the lips: biting your lower lip as he pulled away. He smiled sweetly at you, finally put you down and placed one more saccharine kiss full of affection on your forehead.

Totally in your own bubble, Lev decided to pop it and loudly voiced out, “Yaku-san! I never thought someone was shorter than you!”

And then, my friends, Lev's soul left his body as Yaku kicked him out of the world.

“She's my girlfriend, you fucking dumbass!”

To calm down Yaku, you hugged him again, face buried in the crook of his neck and whispered, “You're so hot, sweaty, and bothered, baby.” For additional points, you nipped the skin where your mouth was placed.

“Y-You guys board the bus first. I-I'll catch up, I need to go to the bathroom.”

Yamamoto intervened when he noticed that Yaku's face was flushed right after you hugged him, “Ohoho, L/N-san, what did you say to our Yaku, huh?” And the whole team threw suspicions at you while Yaku excused himself and went to the bathroom not knowing that someone was following him.

—

“Is she still innocent?” a voice boomed inside the bathroom while Yaku was staring at the mirror then, at the man, after splashing water on his face. He realized he was the captain of the team Nekoma just played against.

Confusion etched on his face and his brows furrowed, “What do you mean and who are you pertaining to?”

“The slut you were all giddy-giddy with and sickly and shamefully kissed.”

He narrowed his eyes at the man standing before him. Even though he was shorter than him, he stood firmly. The fuck got that to do with my height when he just insulted my girlfriend. “Who the fuck are you calling a slut?”

The man laughed mockingly at the libero, “I thought the libero of Nekoma was a so-called genius. Didn't you go with that bitch on the Science contest?”

Yaku didn't reply at what the man said but instead blankly stared at him and thought, how did he know we attended the contest? That was months ago.

He scoffed annoyingly at Yaku, irritated that his words and insults didn't falter his trust towards his ex. “Do you just not care or are you really dumb?”

Yaku was drying his hands and said to the man without looking at him as if he just doesn't care about what he's saying which is true, “I only believe facts about her when it comes from her and not from someone who clearly didn't value and continue to degrade her even after they broke up. You're the dumb one. Uneducated swine.”

After that encounter, he boarded the bus and sat beside you. Yes, you were allowed to ride the bus because the whole team seriously loves you and your mere presence just makes up Mori's whole mood. Plus, you're good friends with their coach.

“Love—”

You know he's tired. No need to speak, my Mori. I know you all too well. You leaned closer and kissed the side of his head, put your head on his shoulder and used your hand to guide your boyfriend's head on to yours. You interlaced your fingers and said, “Sleep.”

—

You arrived at the scene where the Nekoma Volleyball Club was taking their group picture with the third years wearing their togas and wide grins.

Lev noticed your arrival and turned to Yaku, probably saying that you're already here.

Predicting that Yaku would do something very couple-y-like, the team got their phones and cameras ready, even Kenma!

And Mori really did. He ran up to you, carried you just below your butt, and held you up. Spinning the both of you while your noses touched and they got it all on camera.

You were both giggling and Mori stopped spinning. Foreheads and noses touched, heavy breathing and hearts pounding..

Then lips touched as well.

He pulled away slowly, afraid that this will be the last time he's able to kiss you. With eyes closed, he pressed his forehead against yours and said, “Meet me at the library later, hmm? We need to talk.”

You could only nod.

After he went along with the other third years towards the stadium, you let your feet carry you to where you and Mori first met: the school library.

You scanned the place, walking in between shelves and shelves, stopping once in a while to grab a Math book to orally answer the problems just like you and Mori always do.

Roughly an hour of reading and walking, you were at that shelf. The shelf where you were reaching for the goddamned Physics book. And right about that time, Mori was running up the stairs and corridors.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of a wooden stool near your feet. As you stepped on it, Mori was panting and leaned against the door frame.

He saw how you easily grabbed the book and he thought, “She'll be fine without me.” And he smiled sadly, the one that doesn't reach his eyes, at that thought. But I will never be fine without her or her support.

Taking a deep breath, he entered the room and made a decision that will surely change both of their lives. On the positive side. He hoped at least.

With your back facing him, tears threateningly spilled from his eyes and hugged you tight from behind.

“Morisuke..?” Her voiced confused but somehow relieved how tense Mori's body was. You felt the wetness on your neck and reaching your hand to place it on your boyfriend's hair, you fingers ran through it soothingly. “Morisuke, what is—”

“Please.. just let me hold you a little while longer.”

Having an idea on what's about to happen, you turned around and hugged your boyfriend back.

You pulled away from the hug, cupping his cheeks, you used your thumbs to wipe away his tears. You chuckled lightly, “C'mon, Morisuke, my love, my saccharine apricot, if we're gonna part ways then at least end it with a smile.” You planted a kiss on his forehead and continued, “It's hard for me to see the one who won almost all the challenges I've given him cry. The one I love the most cry. It makes me want to cage you in my heart and arms forever.”

Mori placed his own hands on top of yours, he whispered, “Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

You snorted at how cheesy that line was. “Did you just quote Juliet Capulet? Didn't know you were into classics, love,” you said and smiled at him once more.

“I'm selfish for telling you that I want you to wait for me for 7 long years. I.. I'll understand if you'll find someone else.. someone better than me to love you. Someone who won't leave—”

“Morisuke Yaku, I challenge you yet again to come back for me—to me. Back in my arms when time comes. And by then, we'll be the best version of ourselves.”

Placing his lips on your forehead, he said, “I'll be someone you can be proud of.”

As his lips lingered longer in your forehead, you thought to yourself, “I'm already proud of you. Always am and always will be.”

“See you around, love.”

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Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N, slight Dean x Lisa

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count (For the chapter): 2,712

Warnings (For the chapter): None.

[For some reason, some of the tags aren't working. I'm sorry about that.]

[[ Also I'm sorry for the no Read More thingy because it doesn't happen on the phone app :-(]]

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Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Mondays.

You dreaded them. For some reason, they were never good. They were sleepy, tiring and grumpy and unfortunately you couldn't do shit about it. You always had to wake up extra early for a hopefully refreshing shower, take the supposed-to-be small bus ride to the uni, which just got longer because of the Monday traffic and run to the lecture hall, only to have the professor glaring at you for coming late to the class.

Mondays.

Today was no different. You woke up extra early, took a hopefully refreshing shower, took the supposed-to-be small bus ride—WHICH was surprisingly not as long as always—and still ran to the lecture hall. Fxckin' tiring mess. The sleepless sleep still showed in your eyes and you would have given anything to have an extra hour for it that morning. But well, same old—Mondays.

And suddenly, today was different.

"Come on…" A group of annoyed whines were heard from the lecture room just as you entered the hallway.

"What's wrong?" You asked a very pissed Rhea, or was she Akira?

"Morning classes got cancelled. We woke up for nothing."

Honestly.. what the fxck was wrong with the university? Mumbling and whining to yourself, you made your way to the cafeteria, maybe some coffee would help. Tried enjoying the warm sunshine on your face, keyword: tried, as you slowed down your steps near the playground. Or maybe you could just sit in the sun and make the most out of your oh-so-lovely Monday morning? Taking a seat in the bleachers, you decided on reading the book you were, at that time, reading.

Just halfway through the chapter— "Good morning, nerd. I see you're doing some fun stuff over here." You sighed, not wanting to get into any kind of argument at that particular time, or day- or life.

"You're back at it, aren't you?" You looked up at the still smirking Dean, dressed in his black and blue football jersey. A sight for sore eyes.

"Back at what?"

"Being a dick?" You looked back at the book still tired, "Look, Winchester, I'm so not in the brightest Monday sunshine mood right now. Don't bother."

"And here I thought we were friends." He sighed feigning sadness as he turned around to make his way back to the other side of the ground.

"You're here for practice?" He turned back to you, grinning adorably, just as you rolled your eyes.

"Yep but it doesn't start until at least a couple hours."

"Why so early here then?"

"Apparently, there's an emergency board meeting that all the HODs need to attend. So, delayed."

"Oh...that is why" You concluded why your classes got cancelled, "God. Don't you just hate it how they don't inform us about anything beforehand." You groaned.

"Not having the best morning?" He chuckled, as you gestured him to take a seat next to you.

"Nah. I'm the happiest I could ever be," You said with a yawn, "Should we go to the cafeteria before I die or we just let me die?"

"You're such a mood," He laughed toothily shaking his head, "Let us."

Sitting in the cafeteria, you sip on your coffee awkwardly trying to ignore the very obvious gazes of the people around you. You couldn't even make out how Dean looked so unfazed by all the attention, or maybe—obviously, he was used to it.

"You know," Dean started, seemingly, figuring out your awkwardness to ease the tension, "You could have just asked me on a date instead."

You chuckled, thankful for some words, "You wish, Winchester."

"Honestly...I don't" He said winning a laugh out of you.

Time flew by quickly, filled with laughter, corny jokes and sassy remarks with you not even realizing that all that attention didn't bother you anymore. Quite honestly, you didn't even realize they were there. To your surprise, you really did enjoy a Monday morning.

"Oh," Dean exclaimed as his phone buzzed, "Totally lost track of time. It was fun, but Y/N, I gotta hurry now. I'm late."

"Well I still have an hour to kill. Good luck with the practice."

"Oh yeah, there's still an hour to the class," Dean said as he hurried, "You wanna come see the game?"

"Oh, no no. I don't understand it. I'll rather read my book here."

"Nerd," he smiled at you, "Alright then, see you in the class."

"Yeah" You smiled back, as he went. Maybe Dean wasn't all that bad after all.

You just started with the chapter, again, that you were rudely interrupted... again.

"Look who's trying to get some attention, there. Whatcha think guys? What does she think of Dean's charity? That he got the hots for her or something?" You flinched at the ear-piercing group of laughter came from the direction.

"Tss. Geez, Cassie, mind toning down that screechi- sweet laugh a lil bit? Kinda trying to concentrate." You gave her a sweet smile and turned back to your work.

"Hey, Y/N. How's you? Long time no see." She came and sat where Dean sat not even a couple minutes ago.

"Was doing just good." You muttered as you kept your eyes in your book.

"You were? Obviously, you were," she started taking ahold of Dean's cup, playing with it, "Y/N, stop trying, darling. Dean is very out of league for you. I'm saying for your good."

"Sweets. You know the only reason I'm replying to you, Cassie, is just because it's rude not to?" You looked up at her at annoyed, managing a sarcastically polite smile, "Now if you could excuse me, I'm kinda in the middle of something.

She stood up rolling her eyes as you spoke up again, "And well, don't worry. I'm no threat. Dean and me, nope. Not happening. Also, stop acting like he's your property. The guy's got a life of his own to live, about time, you get one for yourself too."

Before she could retaliate, you made your way out of the door, leaving her processing what you said. Not gonna say that you had got bad blood with her but you had got bad blood with her. Honestly, you wouldn't give two flying shits about her if she wasn't the one with the brilliant idea of throwing you into the pool on your very first day. And if that wasn't enough, she had the nerve to bully you about it for the next few months too. Initially you ignored for a long time, hoping she would end it herself, but was she one to? When you had enough of her shit, all it took, then, was one punch to the wall and an angry 'next time it won't be the wall' for her to stop. Not that she ever was a trouble for you later, but you were her glare dart ever since. You were kinda looking forward to her passing out of the college— one year without her unnecessary glares and hushed whispers but she just had to get a year back for her last year. Oh, your life.

Practice was tiring, and since they had gotten just one hour for it, they didn't even get any breaks. On top of that, Dean might have sprained his neck. Maybe Y/N's bad day was contagious. Maybe she passed it to him.

Y/N. The thought of her bringing a faint smile on his lips. Damn, she was awesome. He wondered why she kept to herself, her personality sure would get her a lot of friends. That morning, Dean had actually enjoyed himself after a long time. He'd been so lonely for the past few months, he had almost forgotten how to laugh like he did today. She could be an amazing friend. Not to mention, he was still not over how she helped him back at Jo's without even mentioning it once today. Y/N was a good person, he could say that. Mysterious, but nice. He hoped that they actually became really good friends.

His eyes wandered to find her sitting by herself, in a corner as he made his way into the almost empty classroom, "This seat taken?"

She looked up from the book and, for once, smiled, "Hey..yes..no, please sit."

He smiled in return as he sat down beside her, lowly groaning in pain.

"You okay, there?"

"Yeah, I don't know, I think neck strain."

"Oh, geez. Want some help?"

He chuckled humorously, "And what will you do to make it better?"

"Well, they do say I have magic hands." She chuckled in response too, getting up to stand behind him. She started lightly massaging his neck and shoulders, pressing her fingers to his shoulder blades whilst her thumbs worked on his neck. She did the motion a few times as she felt his muscles relax, his knots loosening. He felt himself relaxing, the pain still there but better. How was she always good at whatever she was doing? She stopped her movements abruptly, as he realized a loud moan escaped his lips, only to burst out laughing the next second, "God, Winchester, what the hell?" sounding a little embarrassed.

"S-sorry. Damn it, your fault. What can I say, you do have magic hands." He laughed out, too.

The day went by quite fast after that. They didn't cross paths post the class again. It was the last lecture when Dean met with Cas and Jo. Finally.

"Hey!" Jo chirped as she came after the class, and hugged Dean from behind, Cas copying the action, "Dude?"

"Hey, strangers." Dean said, not in any mood to have a happy-go-lucky conversation with them.

"What's wrong?" Cas asked, clueless. Jo elbowed his ribs gently.

"What's wrong? Nothing." Dean walked ahead, rolling his eyes as the two of them followed him.

"Dean, come on. We're sorry, okay?"

"Well, don't be. Not that it matters anyway." Dean said coming to a stop, "What? You guys didn't go somewhere private, again?"

"Okay, first of all, stop taunting us, jerk. And second of all, we're sorry. We didn't mean to-"

"First of all, don't copy Sammy. And second of all, I called you two how many times, Joanna?"

"What can we do to make it up to you? Jo is right Dean, we're genuinely sorry. We just had a tiring night, so we slept in. Really really tiring." said Cas, blushing a shade of pink, as Dean's lips lifted in a very surprised smile.

"So...you finally, finally did it?" He looked from Cas to Jo grinning, "So you finally did our virgin angel, huh?"

"Shut up" she grumbled, trying to stifle a laugh of her own, blushing a few shades herself, "What about you and the specsy?"

"Who? Y/N? What about us?"

"Don't act innocent, De. Coffee dates and massage and all, huh." She said, cocking her brow, piquing Cas' interest in the conversation too, "Didn't think you'd go for her."

"We're just friends," said Dean, thinking about it from all the angles, "I think."

"You think?"

Dean shrugged, unable to come with a proper answer.

The rest of the day went pretty okay for him. Cas and Jo finally did spend time with him but it wasn't like before at all. They were different and he expected this, as much as he shipped them. They were a couple now, dynamics changed. He wasn't the same for them like earlier, he was the lesser priority. And single.

"So, you're telling me you're single?" You said, surprising yourself with the subtle, unnoticeable relief you felt. Dean and you had bonded pretty well over the past couple of months. You had never thought you two were ever going to be friends, but he was nicer than he made himself look. You learned a few things about him, and about the first day dare too. Oh boi, weren't you just ready to whack his butt with a spoon.

"Yeah. Well, that sounded judgy, Y/N."

You grinned apologetic, "Hee, sorry. It's just it's hard to believe is all."

It was funny how you two became good friends so soon. You were not really one for friends. For a long time, you'd been alone, convincing yourself you liked the quiet. Although you did, it was undeniable how loneliness got to you every time you wanted to talk to someone about something going on in your life, a bad day or even something as normal as your new favorite TV show. It sucked, now that you were admitting to yourself. It sucked how you had no one to talk to. It sucked how you couldn't even complain about it to anyone. And it sucked to spend your weekends alone in your dark room, trying to distract yourself with a book or fanfic, pretending that it was all okay.

And now here you were. Not in a dark room, not alone and not pretending. Here you were actually talking to someone about the random-est things on the planet, laughing with him and actually enjoying yourself. You both still weren't on the we-tell-each-other-everything stage and you highly doubted you ever were going to be but it was still nice. Yeah maybe you hadn't told him shit about yourself yet, but he was still the closest you'd ever been to someone in years. You had Lisa and you cared about her, you did. But where was it written that the person you care about would care about you the same way too? You were never in the list of her priorities, never even close. But she trusted you, and that's why you were...friends? You didn't know exactly. She would come to you after a break up or when she was having a bad day. You had helped her so much, for so many years, it became your instinct to do it. She had friends, she was loved and she had a life you would never. She was Lisa Braeden. She was she, and you were...you. Plain, dull, unattractive Y/N. That's it. That was you in three words. And honestly, you didn't mind. You had come terms with it a long time ago, terms with no one caring about you.

Until two months ago. Dean was a good friend. He was nice, sweet, protective and funny. And most importantly, he...cared. He would tell you jokes on Monday mornings, give you ice pack when your clumsy ass ran into the closed door and invite you for movies with his friends which you always refused to. When Dean realized you didn't like going out with strangers, he invited you over for a movie night to his place. It was, maybe, the sweetest thing someone had ever done for you. He made you snacks and then you guys talked about random things the entire night only to pass out on the couch later. After that, it had become your Friday night tradition.

And with all these sweet things, could you blame yourself for starting to feel something more for him than you should? You, very well, knew this would never happen. Dean had a type, a taste in girls and you were far from that. You had too few/many curves than what looked beautiful, you didn't have the most beautiful hair or skin and you were not pretty. Simple. He would never feel for you. And you, too, only had a silly little crush on him, which would go with time. Right?

You woke up, cuddled with a warm figure on the couch, head under the blanket. You struggled to pop your head out of the covers and once you did, you were met with a beautifully freckled face sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful that you never wanted to wake him up. Your eyes just briefly glanced at his plump lips, wondering what it would be like to touch them or maybe, feel them against your own? And in a matter of seconds, your eyes were back at the blanket, hiding your little secret you kept from yourself. A secret only your late night or early morning self knew, which you would conveniently deny to yourself later during the day. A secret you would pass off as nothing but your sleepy head's made up story.

Nothing, but a story.

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Chapter 4

A/N: Alright, I don't know how it turned out. It took me more than a week for this chapter, and I couldn't even think of anything. I'd write a few sentences and close the document. A writer's block, I think. Well anyway, I didn't have anything in mind so it's mostly a filler chapter which I somehow used to make the little-st progress in the story. Mostly their friendship. I think I'll make it stronger before I do the shit I have planned. Please don't hate me for the chapter coz I already do :')💔

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electronicdelusionstarlight · 4 years

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So, back in Highschool I used to go to my grandma alot, the Paternal one, wonderful woman, loved me dearly, helped raise me and my sister during our life alongside my other set of Grandparents due to, well... shit happening.

Anyway, she was also incredibly intolerant, like, she called Pope Francis the "Black Pope" and often went with the always classic "When HIM was still in charge, we didn't have all those crimes and degeneracy, the americans brought them here when they invaded with WWII," or "I wish we were still a kingdom under house Savoy," you know, the usual shit.

(Wonder if she would have loved me as dearly as she did if she knew about, well... the bisexuality and shit).

Anyway, this isn't about her per se, this is about her awful taste in tv show.

(No offense to grandma on that, cringe culture is dead even for 100 something Italian Grandmothers, but, I mean... she was a Superwholock. She called the Supernatural male leads "The Boys" and never missed a episode. She had frankly shit taste).

Anyway, aside from Superwholock, she also loved Cop Shows (Gee, wonder why), and since I used to be around her alot back in the days, I ended up getting somd of those cop shows by osmosis, consuming them uncritically with her.

(The ONLY valid one was Murder She Wrote, and even that barely).

ANYWAY, I'm saying this cause It suddenly came back to me a episode from one of said cop shows about this whole ass mess of a situation, and just how much of a Propaganda Piece it was.

From what I roughly remembered, A Cop was declared innocent over the murder of a black 15 years old, and the cop team in the cop show had to escort him safely out the courthouse as the boy's father and (white, incredibly stereotypical) girlfriend, leading a protest against police brutality outside, basically starts a riot at the news.

Anyway, the whole piece was raw ass propaganda, the cop is RIDDLED WITH GUILT and the father FORGIVES HIM after a touching scene where he explained he shot him cause he ran away from him because he had stolen a LEAF or some shit and he thought it was a gun and THE COP HAS WIFE AND CHILDREN, FEEL HIS REMORSE, FEEL HIS PAIN, MOVE ON or some shit.

The scene I remember the most is when a member of the squad goes Undercover among the protestors in order to get infos about the leaders of the protests, gets shoved in a detention bus as a gimmick, gets infos from a deteined protestor there, and then leaves "asking for the bathroom" and showing her badge. She's a brunette (Which says NOTHING cause 90% of cop shows have the same Brunette Character) and young, while the protestor wonan she talks to is also incredibly stereotypical and white.

ANYWAY, I decide, from this raw flashes of shit coming to mind, to evince what cop show this was from, because I'm a stubborn autistic bastard.

Searching for the rough plot gives me nothing, obviously, so I go for exclusion:

My first guess is the Closer, because that was the shit show she watched the most, but it doesn't fit my memories, the scene was too dark to be set in LA, maybe New York, also the team has no brunettes, and would have tried to violate way more costitutional rights in the situation.

Law and Order is also a pass, not their style, even if a juridical component was present.

Chicago PD came later in the years, so not that even if a Pro Police Brutality episode really seems something they would do.

Numb3rs discarded due to the lack of cheap math being used...

Criminal Minds seems a good guess at first, from Season 10 they have a "undercover expert" who is also a brunette woman, might work, but this is a protection sting, not a profiling one, the only reason why they would call them was on the pre existing threats sent to the cop, so it could have worked...

And then I remembered that Veronica Mars' dad was also there, as a cop.

So, I check his philmography, and find the hakf forgotten series my grandma used to watch.

Flashpoint is a CANADIAN (COPAGANDA IS COPAGANDA ALL AROUND THE WORLD) Cop Show about a response team in critical scenarios, like suicide or hostage crisises.

And the episode, is Season 4, episode 2, "Good Cop" (GODS EVEN THE TITLE IS ON THE NOSE).

You want some raw ass coppganda? You want to see how they'll try to spin the narrative next, after the dust has settled?

This is one of the two possible ways they'll do it.

The cop is sad, ridden with guilt, but JUST A MAN WHO MADE A MISTAKE, and clearly, the boy is to blame for running away from a stranger pointing a gun at him in thd middle of the night near his workplace, and we must forgive him cause that's what the boy he murdered would have wanted.

This shit was from 2011.

(The second way is going to have the "good cops" band together against 1 racist cop and that way they'll end systematic racism forever. That's also going to happen, but in the less Ben Shapiro adjacent ones).

(Oh yeah, friendly reminder Ben Shapiro wrote a book where we're supposed to be sympathetic to a white cop murdering a 8 YEARS FUCKONG OLD UNARMED BLACK KID because the kid was insulting the cop and "looked dangerous." Not dissimilar, if at least a smidge more sympathetic to the kid to the above shit show).

#cop show #copaganda #cop propaganda #coppaganda #eh

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Amelia & Jac

Amelia: My mum heard wrong and you're actually okay, right? Jac: I am now Amelia: but it was you Jac: me and half of Dublin Amelia: I could care less about about 3/4 of this town Jac: generous, a whole 1/4 Amelia: you know what I mean Jac: yeah Jac: your maths isn't that shocking Amelia: what happened? Jac: what do you mean Jac: I didn't accidentally swallow my mouthwash or something Jac: you know how it goes Amelia: alright, why did it happen? Jac: It was new years Jac: simple as Amelia: you don't give a shit about New Year's Amelia: or anything else right now Jac: I was feeling festive Amelia: because? Jac: because it's the reason for the season? idk Amelia: you're really going to make me figure it out? okay Jac: there's fuck all to figure out Jac: you've got drunk, you know why Amelia: What did she do? Jac: which nurse was it that told your mum Jac: or was it a receptionist, they're the fucking worst Amelia: answer my question so I don't have to go on her profile Jac: go ahead and look Jac: you won't be surprised, no one else is Amelia: [does so a pause] Amelia: I'm sorry Jac: I knew anyway Jac: well, was 99% sure Jac: but then that 1% went so Amelia: You could've called me Amelia: nobody on the gossip grapevine even knows the lad who brought you in Jac: I very much couldn't Jac: I was passed out Jac: so me either, the thank you note will sit here unsent, like Amelia: before, I mean Amelia: she didn't post that last night Jac: it was Christmas Amelia: so? Jac: a time for family Amelia: you used to be Amelia: basically Jac: well that's just weird Amelia: again, you know what I mean Jac: not acceptable to float your incest fantasies just 'cos you've got no siblings to go there with Amelia: ugh, shut up Jac: works for me Amelia: no, it doesn't Jac: ask anyone Jac: I've had a very relaxing break Amelia: none of this is working for you, that's why you ended up in hospital Amelia: for fuck's sake Jac: that was the tequila Amelia: none of this is funny Jac: what do want me to say? Amelia: quite literally anything that isn't a pisstake Amelia: that's how low my bar is now Jac: I got drunk, it isn't the drama your mum and whoever the fuck is making it out to be Amelia: it isn't a drama that you got so drunk you had to be medically emptied out after being brought in by a stranger, no of course not Amelia: anything could have happened to you but why the fuck would that matter Jac: clearly I was surrounded by nice people Jac: I wasn't in a crack den Amelia: you wouldn't tell me if you were Amelia: unless you had a joke you could make out of it Jac: I appreciate that you find me so amusing Jac: I'm not making jokes, there is just nothing to actually be said about any of it Amelia: Fine, we'll go back to not talking Jac: don't let me ruin your good time Amelia: it's a bit late for that advice, thanks anyway Jac: amazing Jac: way to make my hospital stay about you Amelia: how could I? It's all about Savannah fucking Moore, as always Jac: so you wanted to be the one I drank myself into a coma for Jac: I'm so sorry Jac: I'll try again next time and leave a note shouting you out Amelia: no you won't, because that would involve telling people about me Amelia: I might as well not exist Jac: 'cos I'm going around telling EVERYONE that this is about her Amelia: it's never been any secret how I feel about you or that I need you even though you don't need me Amelia: and you could've fucking died or something Jac: seriously Amelia: yeah Jac: it's bullshit if you actually believe that Jac: and you're not just saying it Amelia: all of this is bullshit Jac: I'm a fucking mess Jac: I hit you up all the time Jac: why do you need me to spell it out to you Jac: hire a fucking skywriter Amelia: none of it matters because when things actually matter, like this, you don't Jac: because I'm not fucking okay Jac: that doesn't mean that I don't those other times Amelia: I know that Jac: you clearly don't Jac: it means nothing Jac: then fuck it Amelia: it doesn't mean nothing Jac: it's so fucking Jac: infuriating Jac: I haven't talked to anyone else in person for so long Jac: and I barely do it in writing now either Jac: don't pretend you don't know that means something just to fit your narrative Amelia: what to do want me to say? or do? Amelia: I've spent ages worried about you even before this and there's nobody I can talk about it with because you won't Amelia: I don't get to be upset because it's Christmas and we're not friends and I'm over it, that's the narrative for everybody else Amelia: then I hear this and it's no big deal to you, apparently Jac: just not be so fucking dense Jac: at least when you're talking to me, you don't need to pretend that now Jac: what would you like me to say? how fucking vile it was having to bring up my entire stomach contents, what it smelt like? how terrifying it was to be there on my own? Jac: or what can I do for you now? start sobbing about how out of control my life is, repent, promise to change and be different? Amelia: I've already lost you once because of her, I can't do it again Amelia: especially not like that Jac: I can't stop loving her Jac: I can't stop it hurting Jac: all of us Amelia: I can't stop loving you Amelia: and she isn't going to force me to when she isn't even fucking here Jac: There's no point blaming her Jac: if she didn't know, before I showed her how I felt Jac: she didn't know about you and me Amelia: and you think I'm dense Jac: I don't think she's perfect Jac: not completely Amelia: it's progress Jac: shut up Jac: I'm sorry, alright, I wouldn't have told you, you wouldn't have needed to be worried Amelia: I'm worried by all the things you don't tell me Amelia: where you go and what you do when you're not 'hitting me up' Jac: it's not as if you'd wanna hear it though Jac: you want me to stop, like everyone does Jac: but I just Jac: I can't Amelia: I don't want to hear it because I know it's not what you really want Jac: I can't have what I want Amelia: you can't have her, it doesn't mean you have to have that Jac: None of it was real Jac: but it doesn't erase all that time, what was said and done and felt Jac: not for me Amelia: of course it doesn't Jac: it's like I'm trapped Jac: I can't go back but I'm just left here, she's left me here and all of the things we were going to do and be together aren't going to happen Jac: I'm not going to be that person but I'm not the same as before Amelia: it's like she killed you, you have to grieve Jac: I don't like who I am now Jac: without her Amelia: you said it, you're a mess Amelia: not much about that for a virgo to like Jac: this is just another day in the life for you is it Jac: 🦂 Amelia: it's not about me Amelia: how you feel about you Jac: it's no secret I CLEARLY hate myself Amelia: it'd be the worst kept secret ever if it was Jac: so yeah, it's nice to flip the script, have people think maybe I hate them instead Jac: I ruined Christmas because I hate you all, like, yeah, fine Amelia: maybe Cammie's brothers are little enough to fall for it Jac: it's surprising how effective playing at being a coma patient is for the cause Amelia: everyone knows you're hurting instead of hating Jac: alright Jac: sounding like a cringe 90s rnb love song is not cute Amelia: I'm not cute today Jac: have you got your serious face on to match your tone Amelia: my parents have and if you can't beat them, join them Jac: did your nan say something homophobic and they forgot to call her out on your behalf? Amelia: I'm grounded because of what you did, that's what passes for logic in this 🏠 Amelia: they haven't stopped talking about it or trying to overhaul my life Jac: oh great Jac: I'll not be able to see you too now Amelia: they've told me to stay in, they can't make me Amelia: you can see me whenever you want to Jac: your parents are actually sensible, if leaning towards over-protective Jac: they'll get a restraining order Jac: or me sectioned, if they can really sell it Amelia: they don't know about us Amelia: you're fine Jac: they know they don't want you being my friend Amelia: they don't want me getting hospitalised, that's all Amelia: they know if we were still friends I'd look after you and vice versa Jac: it isn't catching, it's alcohol poisoning Jac: can we go to the beach Jac: we've obviously missed the official swim but I want to Amelia: they did run out of Christmas drinks because I never got around to replacing what we stole and I did have to take sole blame, so that's where they think I'm heading Amelia: but yeah, we can go to the beach Jac: their friends always could put it away Amelia: and I wasn't even drunk last night Amelia: because I'd already had a lecture Jac: how drunk did you get on Christmas day then Amelia: it's not my fault they all stop at a couple of glasses Amelia: or want to my life a competition vs the child or children of every single person my parents know Amelia: 🥱🙄 Jac: you didn't know miracle was a lifetime obligation as well as a fancy title? Jac: gutted Amelia: did I hit you up, no, therefore I CLEARLY wasn't drunk enough Jac: Charming Amelia: 😏 Jac: you know, when I get drunk, I make really bad choices/nearly die Amelia: not always Amelia: and I might've given my cousin my phone so I didn't send you anything, okay? I'm that 😳🤓 Jac: She blatantly wanted to nose at all your private texts anyway Jac: I wouldn't trust any of mine as far as I can throw them Amelia: she'd have to steal my fingerprint, I definitely wasn't that drunk Jac: don't you delete them after? Jac: amateur Amelia: what would I do when you aren't talking to me if I did, read a book? Jac: you're quick with the recommendations for me, so yeah Amelia: I get enough migraines without encouraging them Jac: 😏 Jac: we definitely shouldn't be friends then Amelia: that's not even in the top 10 of reasons why we shouldn't Jac: again, so polite Amelia: come on, you know I'll break any amount of rules Jac: it's not supposed to be adding to the fun of it, like Amelia: fuck supposed to as well Jac: alright Jac: but I ain't going out and getting drunk tonight Jac: I feel inside out still Amelia: what do you want to do then? Jac: I don't know Jac: let's just start with the beach and I'll see Amelia: okay Jac: what do you wanna do Amelia: I only give a shit about seeing you Jac: It might take me a while to get out Jac: goes without saying I'm more than grounded Jac: one pair of 👀 on me at all times Amelia: that kind of wait won't kill me Jac: alright Jac: I'll think of something Amelia: remember a coat this time, yeah? Amelia: I can't lend you any more without literally taking the one off my own back Jac: oh no Amelia: you didn't nearly die in my coat, did you? Jac: I was wearing it Jac: but I don't have it now Amelia: oh Jac: I do remember where I was, I wasn't that gone when I arrived Jac: but I don't wanna go back, I can give you the address? Amelia: do I want to go there or should I just hit the sales? Jac: yeah Jac: consider it a late christmas present? Amelia: wait, my late Christmas present isn't that you didn't die? Jac: you're glad, aren't you, that's a gift Jac: but I also meant money for a coat, that's only fair, if anything Amelia: I can afford my own replacement coat Jac: alright Jac: but I did lose it Amelia: I lent it to you, if it was that precious to me, I wouldn't have Amelia: and my mum will be thrilled I'm asking to go shopping Jac: yeah, true enough Jac: what did you get her for christmas? Amelia: [something her basic mum would actually love because she only had to buy for her parents so might as well go in] Jac: wow, daughter of the year much Amelia: I'm their only daughter, there's no contest Jac: all I got mine was a nervous breakdown so you know Amelia: I did that last year, you know, before it was cool Jac: 🤓 Amelia: I'm sorry that you didn't invent pining Jac: I'm not pining though, you can have that Amelia: I don't want it Jac: I'm sorry you invented pining Amelia: I didn't, I just happen to be amazing at it Jac: or bad at it, depending on your outlook Amelia: well yeah Jac: I look awful Amelia: how do you feel? Jac: awful Jac: at least there's no disparity there Amelia: you've nailed it, along with the majority Jac: start as the year will go on, no matter my intentions or otherwise Jac: fucking hell Amelia: I look great, you've been warned Jac: 😂 Amelia: 👧🏻 Jac: at least it isn't bowl-esque now Jac: like your xmas throwback Amelia: I knew you'd like that Jac: that santa is creepy looking though Jac: your face says it all Amelia: 😂 Jac: how likely do you think any of my siblings are to cover for me right now Amelia: 🤔 very unlikely Jac: distract and run it is Amelia: can you even 🏃 the state you're in? Jac: They gave me IV, I'm technically in my prime, thank you Amelia: carry on Jac: you don't have to come Amelia: I want to though Jac: alright Amelia: okay Jac: [I think she should ask Jesse to cover but whatever the outcome of that convo let us say you do get out somehow and you can go to the beach] Amelia: [yeah even if he won't, find a way gal] Jac: [have your nice moment] Amelia: [it's deserved, well not really because you ruined christmas and new year's but Savannah ruined everything first so it kind of is lol] Jac: [it's what being a teen is all about henny] Amelia: [not this teen, I was a goody two shoes] Jac: [my boo is too good she would never lmao, I did so] Jac: [I think they should have a nice time but then someone/someone's parents is at the beach so she's like well bye] Amelia: [that's very valid because you lowkey wouldn't be able to go anywhere without seeing someone either they know from school or Amelia's parents know the parents of] Jac: [exactly, it's an easy way to end things before anything really has to be said or done so tah everyone] Amelia: [I hope you're both going home, we don't need any more drama immediately] Jac: [my boo says get your ass back home] Amelia: [mhmm] Jac: [she has nowhere to be so I'm sure she's going back to bed lol] Amelia: [get your arse back home too Amelia even though I'm sure that girl has text you at Christmas and New Year's] Jac: [at least you weren't at the beach gal] Amelia: [I 100% vote you do see her when school starts though even though she in the year above and would have to seek you out lol] Jac: [my boo says let her have it] Amelia: [we do love the jealousy always] Jac: [mhmm] Amelia: [not letting you date her though because she actually seems to like you so that'd be rude] Jac: [only jac and savannah can do that lol] Amelia: [Savannah do like this boy cos he reminds her of Jac remember LOL] Jac: [lmao]

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An incomplete list of why that thing at the end of Crooked Kingdom sucked

It's almost 2.00am, and I just stopped crying finished rereading Crooked Kingdom, and I'm pissed af. So bear with me, because I'm gonna explain to a bunch of strangers on the internet who couldn't care less about my opinion why I hate what happened.

** Obviously, huge spoiler alert from now on **

Don't get me wrong, I love a good character death as much as the next person. Let's take, for example, Rue from The Hunger Games. Man, did that hurt. But it hurt so good, because it felt appropriate. Matthias' death, on the other hand? Hell no.

1. The fuck do you mean by "advance the plot"?

We've all read the writing advice: you don't kill a character just to hurt your reader, it must have meaning (unless you're George R. R. Martin and your whole selling point is killing characters). We've moved on from the "happy endings are for kids" mentality. Let's go back to Rue's example (I'm using this because if you didn't already know she dies, then idk what rock you live under). First, her death was necessary. Second, it allowed the reader to feel really involved in the cruelty of the games. Third, it gave further motivation to Katniss' actions in the following book. Now, let's compare it to Matthias' death. Was there a situation in which either he or another one of the crows had to go? No. Did it give us a new point of view as readers? No, we already knew drüskelle were brainwashed and taught to hate. That was literally what Matthias as a character was all about. Did it advance the plot causing a new event or giving another character new motivations? No, the only difference was that Nina had to go on her quest alone, and that isn't even part of the books (I have not read Scarred King, don't jump at me). The plot had already been resolved at that point, his death was useless and added just for shock value.

2. Character development? Yeet that bitch out the window.

Matthias Helvar is, without place for discussion, the character with the biggest development in the duology. He started as a misogynistic, xenophobic, bigoted piece of shit, and by the end he commanded his own mini-army of grisha, saw Nina and Inej as warriors and equals, and helped Nina realise her new power could be a blessing. And then, he dies. The worse part? He doesn't even die putting his new learnings in practice, after having saved at least one drüskelle. No, the first time he tries to help others realise what he had learned the hard way, he is fucking shot. What the hell, Bardugo? What is that supposed to mean? "No matter how fast you run your past will catch up and kill you"? The boy had come such a long way, unlearning behaviours he had been taught his whole life and what does he get in return? Death, that's what.

3. Realism? No, I don't know her.

No, I don't mean actual realism. This is still a word with magic powers, a religion based on money, and people who think paisley + checkered coat is a legit outfit. But in the middle of the fantasy, you gotta at least keep it consistent. You're telling me Kaz Breaker can take 10+ guys unarmed, but Matthias can't take one (1) teenager? Also, why was he even alone? The crows never left anyone alone during a job unless it was a job that needed to be done alone (e.g. Nina spreading the plague). Why did Rotty and Nina leave? Wouldn't it make more sense if they just waited around the corner? Also, you're telling me a Fjerdan, a member of a nation that's more obsessed with honor than Zuko from atla would shoot a cooperating, unarmed man? I don't think so. Hell, they give trials even to the grisha, although they knew they would be found guilty and killed! This scene just doesn't add up.

In conclusion, fuck this shit, Matthias deserved better. I'm so mad, Leigh Bardugo did us dirty here.

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Misery Loves Company Part 2

Chapter Fourteen:

The One When Violet and Klaus Are Off to a New Guardian

Klaus Baudelaire was no stranger to having terrible days and nights in his life. If you were to ask him which he believed would have been the absolute worse...a few of you may believe he would answer that it was the day he learned that his parents had died in a fire which sent him and his baby sister, Sunny, on the adventure of a lifetime as they were pursued by an unpredictable madman. Some would say it was the day that Poe had sent them to live with Count Olaf, the cruel, unpredictable madman who wanted nothing more but the Baudelaires’ blood to spill onto his hands and their inheritance in his pockets. Some would even say it was the night that Olaf tore him apart with a broken umbrella because Klaus had tried to save his baby sister. You could guess that it was the morning that he had discovered Monty’s corpse and realized that Olaf was much more dangerous than he had ever imagined. And although all four of these days and nights were terrible in their own right. The morning that Count Olaf kidnapped the Quagmire triplets and his baby sister, Sunny, was most definitely at the top of that list.

He wasn’t able to collect himself as quickly as Violet had, although that was a difficult feat for her. After what seemed like an eternity, Violet had stood up from the entrance of Prufrock Preparatory School, she could feel the black ribbon that she gave to Isadora that Olaf had given back to her interlaced in her fingertips. Her face was dark with anger. As she stood, she tied her hair up with the black ribbon slowly. Klaus stayed on the ground, sobbing in his hands.

“We gotta make a plan,” Violet muttered when she realized that Klaus wasn’t going to stop crying on his own. He looked up at her, unsure of how to feel.

“No…” he whimpered. “He won. He has Sunny.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s won,”

“ He has my fucking baby sister, Violet! He fucking won! ” Klaus screamed as he began to cry again. He began hitting the asphalt ground with his fist, not caring about the pain. Violet rushed down to where Klaus sat and put her hands where he was punching.

“Hey...hey...none of that,” Violet said in a soothing tone, as she closed her hands around his. “We will get them back,”

“I told you…” Klaus said angrily, glaring at Violet. “ I told you guys you didn’t fucking know what he was capable of! You didn’t listen! No one ever fucking listens to me!” He pushed her hands away from his childishly.

“We will get them back, Klaus,” Violet reassured.

“No, you won’t,” Klaus barked. “He obviously wants you,” as he said that sentence, he made a rather revolted face. “ I will get them back.”

“You can’t go after him alone,”

“Watch me,” Klaus said.

“I’m not letting you go after some lunatic by yourself, Klaus. He took my friends and my baby sister, too. You and I are in the same boat,”

Klaus looked at her, shaking his head. “We are in vastly different boats, Violet.”

Violet frowned as Klaus began crying again. “I’m your big sister. I am not going to let him hurt you ever again, Klaus. I promise.”

Klaus looked up at her with tears pouring from his eyes. “Don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” He warned. “The guilt is enough to kill you,”

Violet helped her brother to his feet. “Oh, I can keep it,” she stated as she and Klaus walked back towards the school.

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The two children had walked back to the school informing Vice Principal Nero and Mr. Poe about what had happened. Mr. Poe was entirely shocked but he was excited that his wife would be able to write about this for her newspaper. Nero declared that he was triple-expelling Violet and Klaus because they had lured a dangerous villain to the premises and had allowed him to kidnap two of his students and his administrative assistant. Violet and Klaus were too physically and emotionally exhausted to deal with either adult’s bullshit. The only adult who seemed to give a shit about the children was Ms. Caliban. As the children were led to Mr. Poe’s car, she ran up to them. She had contemplated telling them that she had found the book and she debated whether or not giving them the book would benefit them. But the thing was, she was in the middle of reading it and she was both intrigued at the contents of its pages and worried that the secrets of the world may be too dark for either one of these children to handle. As Violet sat in the backseat of Mr. Poe’s car, Klaus sat next to her, Violet could hear his silent sobs as they bid goodbye to the only kind adult at Prufrock Prep. The librarian had hugged each child for a rather long time and wished them luck with rescuing their friends and baby sister.

That night they had both spent at Mr. Poe’s house. Both children barely said a word. Klaus had fallen asleep with his head on Violet’s shoulder during the long car ride. Violet learned that Klaus was not a peaceful sleeper at all. He moved around too much to the point where his glasses had nearly fallen off his face. She had caught them just in time and decided to hold on to them for him as he continued to sleep. Every time Violet had nearly dozed off herself, Klaus would make a sudden movement or whimper another desperate ‘I’m sorry’ that Violet would begin to worry too much which kept waking her mind up. Mr. Poe kept droning on and on about how it was remarkable that Olaf would disguise himself again in pursuit of Klaus and Sunny. Violet tried her best to ignore the incompetent banker as he drove. She was trying to focus all of her energy on forming a plan. She knew that she and Klaus had to do everything in their combined power to get Sunny and the Quagmires back.

That night was not a good night for either orphan. Mr. Poe had one air mattress that sat in the middle of his two annoying sons’ shared bedroom. But Violet and Klaus barely got any peaceful sleep. Violet’s mind was working at full speed to figure out what Olaf’s plan will be next. Klaus tossed and turned because all he could do was imagine Olaf hurting Sunny or one of the Quagmires in a similar way that he had hurt Klaus or in a way that he wanted to hurt Violet. Every so often he would glance over at Violet. He felt terrible, dragging her into this. She didn’t deserve this...her father didn't deserve this. Klaus wished Olaf would have just left Violet and the Quagmires alone. He didn’t know how their time at Prufrock would have been different if he had. Hell, it might have ended worse than it had but at least Violet and the Quagmires would be safe.

Mr. Poe knocked on the door in the early hours of the morning. “Klaus. Magenta,” he said before coughing. “Get dressed. Let’s go.”

“ Violet. My name is Violet.” Violet exclaimed annoyed.

“Isn’t that what I said?”

Violet opened her mouth to argue but Klaus just shook his head at her, indicating that it was not worth her time or effort. She closed her mouth. “Give us a minute,”

“Very well. But hurry up. I may have found someone willing to adopt you both. I know that you two aren’t related... ” Mr. Poe began.

“Yes, we are,” Klaus interrupted.

“Nonsense, Klaus,” Mr. Poe replied.

Klaus opened his mouth to argue further with Mr. Poe, but Violet put a hand on his shoulders indicating to Klaus that this wasn’t worth his time or effort.

“Now hurry,” he exclaimed as he walked back downstairs.

Klaus sighed. “Time to be hunted again,” he muttered.

“Good. Let him.” violet said.

“Wait...what?”

“I have an idea,” Violet explained. “You say he always shows up in disguises, right?”

Klaus nodded his head. “Yeah...always. He is a wanted criminal,”

Violet just smiled. “Good. I’m counting on it,”

“I’m sorry I don’t follow,”

“The next time he shows up,” Violet explains. “You and I are going to pretend that we’re fooled by his disguise,”

“Why would we do that?”

“Because that way he won’t be on guard,” Violet said. “Then we attack,”

Klaus thought about it for a moment. “That’s...a brilliant idea,” Klaus said. “I never thought of that,”

“So we’re in agreement then?” She asked. “The next time we see him...we pretend to fall for whatever disguise he’s wearing,”

Klaus nodded. “It won’t hurt to try,” he muttered.

“We are going to get them back,” Violet reassured. Klaus gave her a small smile although he was certain that Violet’s plan would fail and soon both of them would be in Olaf’s wicked clutches, too.

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“Dinner time, orphans!” a booming voice yelled in the dark. Duncan and Isadora scurried to their feet grabbing Sunny as they backed away from the front bars of the cage. The wicked man threw a loaf of bread at Isadora. The loaf of bread felt stale and small, she held it in her hands as the three orphans could hear cruel laughter. “Try to make that last a couple of days,”

“Where are we!?” Isadora asked angrily, throwing the bread to the ground. Isadora slowly walked over to Sunny, picking her up. Sunny was growling in every direction, the darkness not allowing her to know where Olaf was standing so she decided to growl in every direction hoping to intimidate the man as she had during her and Klaus’ stay at Paltryville. But the difference between these two situations was that Sunny wasn’t Olaf’s captive and Olaf was threatening her brother, causing her to get angry. Sunny wouldn’t admit it...but she was scared. Probably more scared than either Quagmire. She worried for the safety of her siblings. She knew that with her in Olaf’s possession, he no longer needed to kidnap Klaus. All he truly has to do is now is kill Klaus. And Violet? Sunny wasn’t entirely sure what Olaf wanted with Violet, but she could tell it was very bad because Duncan had gotten so angry about it and Duncan wasn’t even related to Violet. If Sunny was being completely honest, she’s been scared since day one. The second Mr. Poe had told them about the fire. She was afraid of the great unknown. She was afraid of what Olaf had done to her brother when she was separated from him and she was afraid of what he had planned next for all five orphans. Sunny only fought through her pain every day because she wanted to help Klaus. She wanted to relieve some pressure from him, or at least she hoped that she had accomplished at least that. Ever since the fire, Klaus had taken his job as big brother way too seriously. Forgetting that he, too, was a child and someone who needed to be looked after and loved.

“You don’t need to worry about that, sweetheart,” Olaf spat as he smiled at Isadora, reaching his hand in the cage and grabbing her by the hair. She screamed in agony as he tightened his grip on her hair and roughly pulled her to the steel metal bars. She began to cry in pain.

“Let go!” she pleaded. Duncan stood up before he could do anything though, Olaf pulled Isadora’s hair again causing her to yelp.

“Try anything, boy, and I will do much worse to your twin sister, here,” Olaf warned. Duncan looked to Isadora and then to where he believed Olaf to be. He frowned.

“Just...leave her alone,” Duncan cried.

Olaf used his other hand and stroked her hair. Isadora winced and whined as the vile man kept a grip on her hair. Sunny, who was not having any of this, considered Olaf’s warning directed only towards Duncan. She decided she was going to use the darkness that engulfed the children to her advantage, she slowly and quietly shifted in Isadora’s arms and reached her head over and bit Olaf’s hand that held on to Isadora’s hair.

With a high-pitched growl and yelp in agony, Olaf released Isadora’s hair. Isadora ran to where her brother stood, hiding behind him. “ That is it! ” the vile man yelled.

“Uh-oh,” Sunny muttered as Olaf walked around the cage to where he could hear the young orphans shallow breathing. Duncan pushed Isadora and Sunny out of the way as Olaf grabbed Duncan’s collar mistaking him for Sunny.

“ I can kill you, you blasted feral infant!” He yelled in Duncan’s face from the other side of the cage’s bars. “ I don’t need you alive if your blasted bookworm brother is still alive and well!” Olaf began laughing in a manner that completely convinced all three kids that he had lost his mind. “And I may not even need him to gain the fucking Baudelaire fortune!” He yelled as he reached his hand around the orphan’s face. He growled again when he realized that he was not holding Sunny. He roughly shoved Duncan into the side of the cage. He stalked around the cage in the dark as silently as he could before reaching another orphan. Isadora quickly bent down and put Sunny to the ground as once again, Olaf grabbed her by her hair and pulled her towards him. She screamed in agony as Olaf chuckled.

“ Give me that blasted biting brat! ” he demanded.

“ No!” Isadora cried. “ She’s just a toddler! Leave her the fuck alone!”

“ I’m going to teach her the same lesson I taught her brother!”

“ She’s a fucking toddler!” Duncan cried.

Olaf, who still held Isadora by the end of her hair, chuckled. His eyes shining when he realized just how to lure Sunny to the edge of the cage. “ You know what...you’re right,” he said calmly. The three children shook in fear and uncertainty as they noticed his demeanor change. He loosened his grip from Isadora’s hair. He still held it, but not as angrily or as harshly. Isadora stood there shaking, not daring to move. She stood there frozen, even Duncan stood with dark anticipation as to what Olaf was going to say or do next. “She is a toddler,” Olaf said. “But do you know who isn’t a toddler?”

Isadora’s heart started beating rapidly in her chest as she anticipated for the answer to his question to be her. With his hand still tangled in her hair...she dared not speak or move.

“Who?” Duncan asked confused.

“ Klaus,” Olaf answered. The children couldn’t see his face but he was smirking as he heard Sunny growl. “Maybe I should punish him for Sunny’s misbehaving…don't worry, babylaire, I will let him know why I’m being extra cruel when I kill him,” he said slowly hoping to anger the young toddler. “The only question is what is an appropriate punishment?”

“Bastard!” Sunny yelled, foolishly running towards the edge of the cage in a fury. Olaf released Isadora’s hair entirely, pushing her to the ground as he grabbed Sunny by the front collar of her uniform. Sunny yelped in surprise as Olaf hoisted her off the ground.

“You Baudelaires are so stupid,” Olaf informed Sunny, who was struggling to get free of his grasp. “Always sticking up for each other. Think about it baby, if you and that Snicket brat would’ve just let me grab your brother by the ankles... you wouldn’t be here,”

“Fuck you!” she yelled spitting in his face. Even though she was scared for her life, she refused to let the bastard harm her brother.

He yelled an inhuman screech as he slammed her face against the bars. Sunny began to cry out. “ Duncan! Isa!” she cried.

“Stop!” Isadora yelled, but she didn’t move closer to the vile man. She wanted to help Sunny but she couldn’t. She looked towards the ground, ashamed. She was thirteen years old, she should be protecting her toddler bestie not allowing a villain to harm her. But no matter what she said to insult herself, she could not get her legs to move. She turned to where she believed Duncan to be.

“ Leave her alone!” Duncan pleaded.

“Why should I?”

Sunny cried out again as Olaf released his grip for a second, allowing her space in between her and the steel bars before once again pulling her face against them. “ Stop!” Sunny screamed.

“You need her alive for the Baudelaire fortune!” Duncan reminded Olaf. Olaf sighed angrily. He lowered Sunny only a bit before dropping her onto the cage floor.

Duncan quickly ran over scooping up Sunny in his arms. Sunny curled up in Duncan’s arms as close as she could. “Home,” she whimpered, which meant, “I want to go home,”

Duncan and Isadora didn’t fully understand Sunny just yet but both children knew what she meant by that word.

“You don’t have a home,” Olaf informed Sunny. “It burned down remember...with your parents inside,”

“ Leave us alone!” Isadora shrieked, crying.

“You orphans are so tiresome,” Olaf explained. “I don’t have to leave you alone. You are my prisoners. I can do whatever I want to you and no one can stop me. Why...I can…” he began.

Duncan glared at the man, even if the man couldn’t see it in the darkness. “You will do nothing! You will not fucking touch Sunny or Isadora!” He yelled.

“Violet!” Sunny yelled.

“Or Violet!” Isadora agreed.

“Oh, Quigley…”

“For the last time...my name is Duncan. Keep my brother’s name out of your mouth, you vile piece of shit,” Duncan hissed.

“When will you and your little boyfriend learn? I will do whatever I want. I will touch whoever or whatever I want,” Olaf hissed as he turned to leave, finally. “Well, I’ve had my fun, for now, orphans. But sit tight,” he instructed. “I just need to capture the Snicket girl and kill the Baudelaire boy and decide which one of you twins to kill,”

“Triplets!” Isadora screamed. “We’re triplets!”

“and then I will take you remaining orphans to a place so very far away where no one will hear your screams,” he finished as the children heard some sort of door close tightly.

Duncan put his arms around Isadora and Sunny. “What are we going to do?” Isadora asked.

Sunny shook her head unsure. Both girls couldn’t believe how brave Duncan had been during that whole thing so when they heard sobs coming from him, they both looked shocked.

“Okay?” Sunny asked.

“No, no I’m not,” Duncan explained in between sobs.

“Well, join the club,” Isadora commented, sighing. “Sunny?”

“Yeah?” the toddler asked.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do anything when he was…” Isadora started, beginning to cry.

“S’okay,” Sunny interrupted putting a gentle hand on Isadora’s hair.

Isadora shivered from the touch even if it was someone as sweet and friendly as Sunny. Sunny frowned, slightly feeling the older girl’s reaction to her touch. She removed her hand and placed it instead on Isadora’s knee.

“We...we need to survive this…” Duncan muttered. “We may need to...behave when he’s around…”

“What?” Sunny asked incredulously.

“He...he made a good point,” Duncan explained. “Not only can he hurt us...but he can go after Violet and Klaus because of us,”

“And vice versa,” Isadora added. “He could threaten the same to Klaus and Violet,”

The second the statement left her mouth, both Quagmires’ eyes widened.

“Do you think…?” Duncan asked.

“They wouldn’t…” Isadora replied.

Both older orphans turned to Sunny. “Sunny?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think Violet and Klaus would surrender if it meant helping us?” Isadora asked the toddler.

Sunny had to sit there and think about it for a second. She thought about all the times that Klaus had shielded her from Olaf’s physical abuse. She thought about the determined face that Violet had each time she promised that they’d be safe. She wasn’t entirely sure about Violet, having just met her, but she has spent all of her short life in the company of her older brother and as the Quagmires asked the question and proposed the idea. Sunny feared that the answer, at least for Klaus was yes, he would surrender if it meant protecting Sunny and that damn promise was to blame.

She knew the Quagmires were waiting for an answer. She sank into their laps more as she uttered her answer, one that made them fear for their friends’ lives as much as their own. “Yes,” Sunny replied.

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As Violet and Klaus packed into the backseat of Mr. Poe’s car as Klaus groaned when Mrs. Poe rushed out of the house with a copy of The Daily Punctilio in her hand.

“Look, Klaus! Your sister’s kidnapping made the front page!” she exclaimed happily.

“Our,” Violet corrected in a soft voice. She kind of wanted to see if Klaus would correct Mrs. Poe so she said it quietly where no one paid her any attention. To her disappointment, Klaus didn’t correct Mrs. Poe, he simply read the headline and ripped it from the irritating woman’s hands.

“ Count Omar?!” He practically screamed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“Language, young man,” Mr. Poe said sternly. “And try not to mention that dreadful man’s name,”

“You...you...it’s Olaf. His name...is Count Olaf … you both should know this!” Klaus yelled. “It’s bad enough that piece of shit is always disguising himself and coming up with his own fake name. Now you want to help him with that!?” he asked Mrs. Poe, who simply looked at him confused.

“You’re obviously not a morning person,” she commented.

“Honey, he did have his sister kidnapped yesterday,” Mr. Poe commented coughing.

“Yeah, no thanks to you! ” Klaus yelled. “It’s bad enough you haven’t figured out that Violet is my sister…”

“Now Klaus,” Mr. Poe said. “Just because Omar has kidnapped your real sister, it doesn’t mean you can replace her with a stranger,”

The words may not have meant to be filled with venom, but they were. Violet instantly frowned, turning her face away from the two adults and Klaus to wipe a few tears. Real sister. She thought. Maybe Poe’s right. I will never be their real sister...because I’m a Snicket...they’re Baudelaires. Violet knew that there would always be that wall separating her from her siblings. A wall that no one was going to allow her to forget about at all.

Klaus’ face turned from one of simple annoyance to one of rage as he rushed forward to strangle Mr. Poe for saying such a despicable thing. Violet quickly grabbed his hands before he could harm the incompetent banker.

“ Replace!?” Klaus repeated angrily trying to push Violet’s grip from him. “ I would never replace my fucking baby sister, you fucking piece of shit!”

“Language, Klaus,” Mr. Poe warned again.

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!” Klaus yelled punching the back of Mr. Poe’s seat.

Violet watched as her brother began to throw the preteen version of a temper tantrum. Mrs. Poe snuck her husband a bewildered look. “Was it something we said?” she asked as Mr. Poe started up his car.

“No, dearest. I told you he’s just acting out because Omar kidnapped his sister,”

“Our,” Violet whispered again as Klaus continued to cuss out Mr. and Mrs. Poe. As Mr. Poe drove out of his driveway, Violet quickly rolled down her window to look at Mrs. Poe. “By the way, it was something you said. You should be ashamed of yourselves,” she said to the incompetent reporter.

After she rolled her window back up, she looked at the newspaper in Klaus’ lap. She grimaced at the fact that it was The Daily Punctilio. The newspaper that had caused her father so much grief. She sighed, turning to Klaus, who was starting to calm down. “Look here,” Violet said. “It says there’s a citywide manhunt for Olaf,”

“No, it clearly states there’s a city-wide manhunt out for Omar.” Klaus corrected bitterly. “Because The Daily Punctilio likes helping a notorious villain elude the authorities.”

Violet continued to skim through the article, she quickly scooped the newspaper from Klaus’ lap. “On second thought...we shouldn’t read this garbage,” she told her brother.

“Why?”

“No reason,”

“Violet…”

“You’re already not in the best of moods…” Violet explained as Klaus snatched the newspaper back from her, reading on.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” he yelled. “‘Count Omar was last seen leaving Prufrock Preparatory School sources close to the case say that he had successfully kidnapped Daniel and Isabella Quagmire, the only known survivors of the Quagmire fire along with Susan Baudelaire.” He read aloud.

“Don’t worry, Klaus,” Mr. Poe reassured not understanding that Klaus was pissed off and not simply reading the piece of shit newspaper. “Your sister will be found in no time,”

“I’m…” Klaus replied. “I’m fucking speechless. This is...so inaccurate and misinformed. Who was the source close to the case? Cause they don’t know shit about the case!”

“Oh that was me,” Poe responded coughing. “I thought you’d be grateful for all the help that my wife and I were giving to you and your friend, here. But it seems like your parents never taught you how to be grateful.”

“Sister,” Violet corrected.

“You being the source close to the story makes sense,” Klaus replied as Violet spoke, so he and Poe were unable to hear her. “Because all of this is wrong! ”

Violet continued reading in silence. “Who the fuck writes this shit?” Violet asked.

“His wife,” Klaus replied pointing to Poe.

“That honestly makes so much sense,” Violet responded.

Klaus just nodded, too pissed off to say anything in response. He crumpled up the newspaper and threw it on the floor of Poe’s car. He stayed silent for the rest of the way. He wished that he had a book that could distract him from Mr. Poe’s speech about how Klaus should be more grateful for the newspaper headline that his wife worked so hard on. Mr. Poe’s speech even had Violet rolling her eyes after a while. After a while of talking and coughing and talking and coughing and talking and coughing so hard that Klaus hoped Mr. Poe would just stop breathing but each time he stabilized his coughs causing Klaus to roll his eyes and sigh.

Finally, they turned down a rather dark street. Violet and Klaus noticed that Dark Avenue took its name very seriously. Mr. Poe gushed on about how this was one of the fanciest districts in the city, although the two siblings were unimpressed and did not care about how fancy their new home was going to be. Klaus noted that Dark Avenue was only a few blocks away from where the Baudelaire mansion had once stood, so it seemed odd to him that his parents never visited whoever lived here. There was barely any light, rather than street lamps, placed at regular intervals along the sidewalk were enormous trees the likes of which the children had never seen before. Although Klaus had read at least seven books on trees when he was younger. He was able to identify them but he had never seen them in real life. High above a thick and prickly trunk, the branches of trees drooped won like laundry hung out to dry, spreading their wide, flat leaves out in every which way. This ceiling blocked out all the light from above, including the sun. The children could barely tell that it was nearly afternoon. To the kids, it felt like someone turned off the sun and that day turned into night the second Mr. Poe turned on to the street.

“I imagine you must be nervous,” Mr. Poe commented. “I was a bit nervous myself trying to find you a new guardian, Klaus, given your track record,”

“His track record?” Violet asked angrily. “Are you blaming Klaus for Olaf’s bullshit,”

“Yeah, he is. He does that,” Klaus said rolling his eyes.

“But you have nothing to be nervous about. I realize, Klaus, that some of your previous guardians have caused a little trouble but I think Mr. and Mrs. Squalor will provide a proper home for you and Violet, here.” Mr. Poe said ignoring the children as they spoke. He began coughing into a handkerchief.

“We’re not nervous,” Violet explained. “We’re both too anxious to be nervous.”

“‘Anxious’ and ‘nervous’ mean the same thing, Mauve,” Mr. Poe misinformed.

“Actually, they don’t. They’re close in meaning, yes. But they’re not the same,” Klaus corrected. “But hey it’s like ‘Olaf’ and ‘Omar’, right?”

“Also...my name is Violet,”

“Either way, no one was talking to you,” Mr. Poe rudely explained as he began coughing again. “Now what do you have to be anxious about, Klaus?”

“Well...let’s see,” Klaus said continuing his streak of sarcastic replies. “Not only is my baby sister and close friends in the clutches of a madman who could literally be doing unimaginable things to them...I’m in the clutches of a clueless banker who obviously doesn’t give a rat’s ass about me or my sisters, or my friends. But other than that…everything is peachy. I’m the happiest boy on the planet, can’t you tell?”

Violet couldn’t help but laugh at Klaus’ response.

“You won’t have to worry about Olaf,” Mr. Poe said coughing, ignoring Klaus’ previous response. “There’s a city-wide manhunt out for him so I doubt he’ll try to find you here,”

The two orphans looked at one another and sighed. “It’s hard to not worry about Olaf because, again, he has Sunny and the Quagmires in his clutches and unlike you and Violet I know what he’s capable of,”

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about the Quagmires or Sunny,” Mr. Poe explained.

Klaus angrily sighed as Violet looked at Mr. Poe confused. “Why is that?”

“Well since I’ve been promoted…” he began.

“Oh, dear God,” Klaus interjected. “You’re going to be put in charge of more orphans?”

“Yes,” Mr. Poe responded. “And as the bank’s Vice President of Orphan Affairs, I am in charge of the Quagmire situation as well. Hence why I had my wife write that article in the paper. I promise you I will concentrate a great deal of my energy on finding the Quagmires and Sunny and returning them to safety…”

“Why do I not feel any better about this?” Klaus asked sarcastically.

“You should. The Quagmire twins and Sunny will be saved any day now,” Mr. Poe replied.

“Triplets,” Violet corrected.

“There’s only two of them,”

“Quigly Quagmire died in a fire,” Violet informed.

��Then no need to worry about him, Magenta,” Mr. Poe replied. “As for Daniel and Isabella,”

“ Duncan and Isadora! ” Klaus corrected.

“The citywide manhunt will apprehend Olaf and rescue them and Sunny. We at Mulctuary Money Management are co-sponsoring every effort to bring this ghastly villain to justice,” Mr. Poe said in between coughs. “Look at the wanted posters we had pasted up all over the city,”

“He’s going to be in disguise...as usual,” Klaus said rolling his eyes.

“Once I have dropped you at this apartment where your new guardians live, I will be spending all of my free time searching for the Quagmires and Sunny,” Mr. Poe said. He looked at the uneasy faces of Violet and Klaus, who looked at one another angrily. “Don’t worry, April, I am still searching for your mother. Although that investigation will be on hold until the other children are found. I hope that’s alright,”

“Wait?” Violet interrupted. “Are you serious?”

Mr. Poe coughed in response, looking at Violet disappointedly. “Yes, I am serious. Saving the Quagmire twins and Sunny from Olaf is more important than finding your mother who may not even want you…”

Violet frowned as Klaus shot Mr. Poe a glare. “ Her mother did want her,” Klaus reassured. Violet gave him a small smile as Mr. Poe looked to Klaus confused.

“You shouldn’t get her hopes up, Klaus,” Mr. Poe lectured. “Besides I may never even find her…”

Klaus facepalmed. “We’ve already found her mother. Her mother is my mother…”

“Now, Klaus, we already discussed this. Just because you may never see Sunny again doesn’t mean you can go and replace her the very next day,” Mr. Poe lectured.

Violet placed a hand on Klaus’ shoulder before he could launch himself at Poe. Klaus sighed. “May I ask something?”

“Yes,” Mr. Poe said as he parked the car and ushered the children out of the car.

“If you think Violet’s not my sister, which she is, by the way.” Klaus started.

“Then why am I going to the Squalors as well?” Violet asked knowing exactly where Klaus was taking the conversation.

“Believe it or not, but they are an old friend of her father’s,” Mr. Poe explained.

“Well, what a coincidence that is,” Klaus said feigning surprise. “Maybe...it’s because they knew her father back when he was dating my mother.”

“That’s nonsense, Klaus.” Mr. Poe explained. “Besides, Mrs. Squalor said something about knowing your father.”

“Wait, how?”

“That’s not important. Come along,”

“How is it not important? I am about to live with her for hopefully the next six years of my life…” he complained.

“Let it go, Klaus,” Violet said sighing. “We can just ask her how she knew our fathers.”

Klaus sighed but nodded his head in response. “I honestly think Olaf only keeps him alive just to torment me,” Klaus muttered back to Violet, who couldn’t help but laugh.

“Now, as I was saying. As soon as I drop you, children, off I will be taking a three-week helicopter ride to a mountain peak where the Quagmires and Sunny may have been spotted. It will be difficult to reach me during that time as the helicopter won’t have a phone, but I will call you as soon as I get back with Sunny and the Quagmires.”

“We wouldn’t call you anyway,” Klaus muttered. “You don’t listen...no one listens,”

“Very well. Do you see the number on this building?”

“I think it says 667,” Violet responded.

“Then we’re here,” Mr. Poe said. “Mr. and Mrs. Squalor live in the penthouse apartment of 667 Dark Avenue. Now help me find the door,”

“It’s over here,” a scratchy voice called out in the darkness. Violet and Klaus jumped a little in surprise and turned to see a man wearing a hat with a wide brim and coat that was much too big for him. The coat sleeves hung over his hands, covering them completely. And the brim of his hat covered most of his face. Although, with how dark it was outside on Dark Avenue, the two children doubted they’d be able to see him clearly even if he weren’t wearing that hat. “Sorry, to scare you, children. But most of our visitors find it hard to spot the door. That’s why they hired me. I’m the doorman.”

“Well, I’m glad they did,” Mr. Poe said. “My name is Poe, and I have an appointment with the Squalors to drop off their new children.”

“Oh, yes,” the doorman said. “They told me you were coming,” The doorman opened the door to the building and showed them inside to a room that was as dark as the street. Instead of lights, there were only a few candles placed on the floor, and the children could scarcely tell whether the room was small or large.

“My, it’s dark in here,” Mr. Poe said. “Why don’t you ask your employees to bring in a good strong halogen lamp?”

“We can’t,” the doorman answered annoyed. “Right now, dark is in,”

“In what?” Violet asked.

“It’s just ‘in’,” the doorman explained. “It’s another word for fashionable. These things change all the time. Why, just a couple of weeks ago, dark was out and light was in, and you should have seen this neighborhood. You had to wear sunglasses all the time or you’d hurt your eyes.”

“So...everyone here just blindly follows trends?” Klaus asked. “That seems rather...vapid,”

“Now, Klaus,” Mr. Poe said sternly. “Dark is in, huh?” he asked the doorman who simply nodded. “Wait until I tell my wife. In the meantime, could you show us where the elevator is? Mr. and Mrs. Squalor live in the penthouse and I don’t want to walk all the way to the top floor.”

“Well, I’m afraid you will have to,” the doorman replied. “There’s a pair of elevator doors right over there, but they won’t be of any use to you.”

Violet’s eyes flickered as she smiled. “Is the elevator out of order? I’m very good with mechanical devices, and I’d be more than happy to look at it,”

“That’s a very kind and unusual offer. But the elevator isn’t out of order. It’s just ‘out’,” The doorman said. “I can show the children to the stairs because even if you wanted to walk them to their new home you wouldn’t be able to. No unauthorized parties allowed. There is a city-wide manhunt, as you know.”

Mr. Poe nodded as he turned to the children. “Well, in that case, goodbye, children. If you need to contact me, remember I’ll be in a helicopter and won’t be reachable at any moment at any time,” he called out to them as he walked back out to the dark street.

“Friend of yours?”

“oh, he works at a bank,” Klaus explained.

“I know the type,” the doorman said scoffing. “In fact, you’ll be staying with the city’s sixth most important financial advisor and their spouse,”

“Please tell me they’re not dim-witted like him,” Violet asked.

“Yes and no,” the doorman explained. He ushered for the children to follow him across the dimly lit lobby, and the two siblings peered up at a very long, curved staircase made of wood, with a metal banister that curved alongside. Every few steps, they could see, somebody had placed more candles, so the staircase looked like nothing more than curves of flickering lights, growing dimmer as the staircase went farther and farther up, until they could see nothing at all.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Klaus said.

“It looks more like a cave than a staircase,”

“Sunny would’ve liked this,” Klaus whispered sadly.

Violet adjusted her backpack on her arms. “It looks like a long walk,” she muttered. “How many floors up does this staircase go?” she asked.

“I can’t remember, honestly. I usually just stay down here. I think it’s forty-eight or eighty-four,”

“I hope it’s only forty-eight. There’s a big difference between forty-eight and eighty-four.” Klaus admitted. He turned to his sister. “If your backpack gets too heavy, we can take turns carrying it,”

“Thanks,” Violet replied. “But I think I can manage,” Violet said turning to the doorman. “Thank you, sir,” she reached into her father’s wallet and handed the man a tip. But he pushed it back to her rather quickly.

“Oh, no, madam,” the man replied.

“Are you sure?” Violet asked.

He shook his head. “I’m only doing my job. But thank you, you are a lot kinder than most of the residents here,”

Violet and Klaus looked at one another and sighed. “Least we’re in good shape,” Violet joked.

“That may be bad seeing that we were sleep-deprived and exhausted for days,”

“We’ll manage,”

“There’s one good thing about this staircase,” the doorman joked as he walked back to his post at the front door. “It’s all uphill from here,”

The two siblings listened to the mans’ chuckles as he disappeared into the darkness, and they walked up the first few steps. Both children knew what the expression ‘it’s all uphill from here,’ meant but neither child laughed at the joke because they both felt as though that was the most inaccurate thing anyone could have said to them. Even if it was meant to solely be a joke, both children were understandably too anxious to laugh. They were anxious about Count Olaf, who might find them at any minute. They were anxious about the Quagmires and Sunny, whom they might never see again. And they were anxious about their new guardians. They tried to imagine the kind of people who would live in such a dark street, in such a dark building, and at the top of either forty-eight or eighty-four floors. They found it difficult to believe that things would get better in their future when they lived in such gloomy and poorly lit surroundings. Even though a long, upward climb awaited them, Violet Snicket and Klaus Baudelaire were too anxious to believe it was all uphill from here. In fact, they would have guessed that it was all downhill from here and I hate to inform you that the two half-siblings were entirely right to think this.

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