#is that children THANK GOD still seem to fight w their siblings about what to watch on tv

[britneyshakespeare]

hey wait. so if you grow up as an only child or with siblings who like the same tv as you how do you learn tolerance?

#that football poll really made me reflect on how much tv i've had on in the background that was just absolute white noise to me #altho back when we were all younger there were more tvs in the house. mostly small ones #there was one i remember vividly that was like only a foot wide. it sometimes moved around #it had a vcr player in the bottom #i so clearly remember watching lizzie mcguire on it while discovering if you smash a marker youre coloring w #all the ink comes out at once. but then youre left wo it being pointy at the end #and that tv could be moved around. i remember watching shrek on it in my mudroom once lol #i also remember watching whose line is it anyway and not understanding improv but just seeing the men sit in chairs #and stand up and just looking at the colorful background. it was somehow still entertaining to me i dont remember AT ALL why #tales from diana #one thing that is somewhat understandable to me from what i understand about childhood entertainment in the streaming era #is that children THANK GOD still seem to fight w their siblings about what to watch on tv #they just dont even say 'on tv' they say 'on disney plus' #it shouldnt feel so strange to me but i just cant imagine coming home from school and selecting something from a list of programs #and then watching that in full without commercials. i'm like what. that's not tv #you're supposed to get home in the middle of an episode of spongebob that they play twice a week and quote along w it like karaoke #youre supposed to argue and flip back and forth one thing and another when one turns to a commercial break #THATS AMERICA!!!!!

[sparring-spirals]

“i shouldn’t be doing this rn but i am” TLOVM liveblog s1e11 time! WOO! 

oh i unironically appreciate when the characters break down Plot onscreen for me, saves me braincells. thank u. ppreciate that, scanlan/keyleth/pike

“I don’t give a shit what they’re doing. I just want my brother back” That said, you’re so valid Vex <3 <3 <3

Delilah and Sylas just making out while presumably Vax and Cass are both just There like :|. At least Vax is mind-charmed rn.

Grog is an interesting character to see in animation, if only because I know what he might have come off as in stream vs here. Grog is a very, very familiar animation character- in dialogue, dynamics, etc. But thinking about what I know from Travis playing his characters  + bits I’ve seen of stream Grog, its interesting to be able to see the differences, even though this Grog seems like a pretty standard animation style character.

really wrestling with your inner demons there huh percy. really got those inner demons becoming outer demons and scaring kiki, huh percy. ( :( )

oh the PAGES of meta that could be written about the “delilah calls over cass for Sylas to feed on her, clearly a regular occurrence”. oh maaan.

character dynamics in battle, character dynamics in battle. keyleth backing percy even after she was scared of him, pike yelling out for grog, vex tackling vax for keyleth, vex and vax fighting

vex pleading to vax, vex mentioning their past, vex, actively fighting against vax, but still trying to use her words as her first weapon, rather than anything else. vex fighting against vax in close quarters, which vax is infinitely more comfortable with, im ye l l in

AND in contrast- the lack of familiarity with percy and cass, percy battling the demon as well as her- its ALL good its fine im good.

Keyleth: uses plants, crystals, wind, and fire all in close succession. me: oh my god shes the AVATAR-

PIKE PIKE PIKE PIKE (pike backs up keyleth :D)

“snap out of it you fuck, its me” “i know”hELLO voice delivery and character depth taking me the fuck out

you know, its kind of cute that percy and cass are both sort of unwillingly/willingly aiding a demon/evil entity of some kind! #sibling bonding

delilah did the “mute someone else” function on zoom and scanlan is not having too good of a time with it

pike is SO cool and SO good and HELL yeah. hell yeah!!!!! scanlan is peak damsel in distress (affectionate)

“i don’t want to”, ah, the color in percy’s eyes.. the flashes of mind control in cass’s..... excellent.

ah FUCK why would you remind me that they were CHILDREN and hAPPY once, thats rude oh god.

Vex yelling for Keyleth to do something (because keyleth is Strong As Hell she just needs to channel it, and Vex has faith in her, and also Vax is literally stabbing her in the back rn-)

HELL yeah Kiki!

HELL YEAH KIKI!!!!!!!!!

[screams for fifteen minutes in triumph and catharsis FUCK this is so good]

vex tearing up! vex punching Vax in panic and fear and without real control, only snapping out of it when the panic in Vax’s voice reaches her! im! oh boy!

“my turn” 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 oh shit

GROG! FOR ALL THE QUIPS ABOUT HIS LOW WISDOM, BEING THE ONE TO RESIST, and also the “don’t try to seduce me” “wha-t, No, WHat-”

“REAL MEN HUG. OKAY KEYLETH, HIT HIM-”

lkdjfhgsjfhsKJDSGLAFHJKHJH  GO KEYLETH GO HELL YEAH !!! HELL!!! YEAH!!!!! 

man wicked sunburn for Sylas huh. haha get FUCKED. god ill be vibing off of this adrenaline high for ages.

oh that’s a lot of bodies. hmm. hmmmmmm.

oh you know, this whole shebang seems not-ideal- DOORS.

oh

oh fucK.K EY LETH?? KIK DARLING?????????

that lightning arcing all over the tree and city CANNOT be healthy

yeah yeah delilah i get that you’re going thru it and vecna is an orb or w/e but KEYLETH IS DYING IN VEX’S ARMS AND PIKE JUST VANISHED, HAVE SOME RESPECT, DAMMIT

well i was GOING to sleep and i REALLY need to but you know what FUCK you im watching the next one RIGHT now.

overall:

i am AMPED this is GOOD this is VERY good im gonna do this portion fast so i can watch the next episode and maybe sleep a little maybe

CHARACTER! DETAILS! IN! BATTLE! FUCK i loved so many of the character interactions and details in this battle there were so many and they were GOOD

also MECHANICALLY this was a fucking complicated battle! with lots of moving parts! breaking it down into pairs/chunks was so good thematically and also made it way easier to follow mentally

and the GRAPHICS were GOOD and MORE character details there

and KEYLETH oh my god KEYLETH, the CATHARSIS, the RESOLVE, the graphics! the strength and the ferocity! exquisite! fantastic! i am throwing roses at the stage!!!

also vex being the one to plead her to do it,, TWICE.... vex being desperate and NEEDING her to get vax back after her fears about losing vax to her... her sacrificing herself to save vex at the end... the panic in vex’s voice... keyleths little smile...... im losing it, folks. i’m gone. i’m out

by out, i mean next episode, HUZZAH, HELL YEAH

OH sorry, i almost forgot: pike is ALSO a badass, we love pike. :)

#WOOOOOOOOOO #critical role #cr spoilers #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #tlovm s1e11 #full episode liveblog #tlovm spoilers #lvm spoilers #spar speaks #keyleth #she gets to be tagged here bc its Her Episode :) #i am VIBINg i am SLEEP DEPRIVED i am going to finish off this because i dont wanna wait #cr liveblogging

[lydias--stiles]

juke | human au | title: fearless // taylor swift

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As they were walking up the front lawn of her childhood home, nerves wrecked her body. Even her hand, snug in Luke's, felt clammy and sweaty and suffocating. God, this was such a mistake — going home, not him. He didn't even realise what he had gotten himself into by falling for the youngest darling of the matriarch.

Or rather, she shouldn't have fallen head over heels for the swoon-worthy Luke Patterson, but she never really stood a chance.

But everything had happened so fast! One second banter easily flowed between them, warm and easy flirtatiousness without consequences, the next she was at IKEA helping him pick out a bookshelf while he somehow knew whenever she needed pizza and a good cuddle. They were very much in a committed relationship, something the Molina women very much frowned upon.

It wasn't as if they were all deeply scared of love and relationships, but the Molina family was a matriarchy. All women raised families on their own, no man to help. Divorced, cheated on, died, a donor, infertile and therefore adopting children — men were of zero priority.

So, coming home with her boyfriend whom she deeply loved? Definitely a risk. She was surprised he was still standing, that she hadn't scared him enough yet.

Spinning on her heels in front of the door, she shot him an anxious smile. "Are you... sure you wanna do this? We're, like, really intense."

Luke smiled, tender. "Do I wanna meet the family of my girlfriend? 'Course I do." When her expression didn't change, he added, "Jules, just 'cause they all did the 'no guy' thing, doesn't mean you have to follow that, right? And I'm not scared."

Oh, God. His courage was as admirable as it was stupid.

She chuckled, antsy. "You haven't met my mom though."

His smile widened as he dipped down to kiss her, gently, hands caressing her cheeks. For a moment, stress fled her system.

But then the door flew open.

"There you are!" Mom exclaimed, a glass of red wine in one hand and music booming over her shoulder. "And is this the boy toy?"

"Mom!" Julie grumbled, embarrassed to be caught kissing (God, she's twenty-three!) as well as putting Luke in a bad position.

First impression of him: seeing him kiss her beloved daughter on the doorstep. Great.

"Hi," Luke said, dazzling her with a smile while he stuck his hand out. "I'm Luke. And I'm, uh, older? So..."

"Meh," Rose trailed, lamely shaking his hand. "Still a boy toy. Anyway, come in! Food's warm!"

Following her mom inside, Luke shot her a strange look, like it was only registering now all her tall tales were, well, true. Shrugging with a sheepish grin, she placed their shoes and jackets in the wall closet and then made the agonising trek to the loud, jumbled chatter.

As expected, all the California-based Molina women were present. Which meant ten, including her, all staring at Luke like he was a weird specimen. Her hand squeezed his beneath the table in support, and he was finally squeezing back just as tightly.

Was it bad she felt some sick pleasure he understood how fucked he was? Probably. It seemed warranted.

When everyone had their plates filled, the interrogation began.

"So, Luke, how old are you?" Victoria asked.

"Twenty-five."

"Going around town with a twenty-three year old?" She sniffed. "Interesting..."

"Do you have any siblings?" Donna inquiried.

A wry grin ticked up his lips, sensing the irony of the situation. "I, uh, I'm an only child, actually. Mostly raised by my dad, 'cause my mom worked long hours."

Shoving a fork of meatloaf in her mouth, Julie withheld a guttural wince at his words. Luke Patterson was the poster child of everything the Molina's didn't like and she brought him in their cave.

"What do you do for a living?" Abuela croaked, peering intensely.

His smile didn't falter, but instead widened. "I'm in a band, but I also bartend a couple of nights a week."

"A band, huh?" Mom leaned forward, intrigued. "Has Julie told you I used to be in a band?"

"How can I not, mom?" Rolling her eyes, Julie added, "You'd tell him anyway..."

"I was in The Petal Pushers, the best protest punk-rock feminist group of the 90s." Her fist punched in the air as she spoke and Julie could imagine the fingerless leather gloves and purple streaks as she did. "What kinda... band do you have?"

Her endearing Luke didn't read the warning signs humble himself, so he enthusiastically perched himself at the end of his chair as he said, "Punk-rock too, actually! Yeah, we're really killing it right now at all the clubs."

She smirked. "I'm sure you do."

"What are your plans with Julie?" Elena asked, one of her cousins.

Both her and Luke froze at that. Shit. That... was not something they've discussed. A relationship of seven months was still pretty fresh, not ready for a confrontational talk about futures and plans.

He scraped his throat, briefly let his gaze flicker to her, and then uttered, "I'm, uh, a one day at a time kinda guy."

Julie cringed, not hiding it this time. To her, it was an alright, albeit lame answer. But to her family? Horrible. So, so horrible. Gah, she had to put an end to this!

Abuela scoffed, nearly choking on her hard seltzer. "One day? At a time? What is this, the 70s? My little girl deserves more than carpe diem!"

Mimi hissed. "Wrong, wrong answer, boy toy."

The questions kept shooting at lightning speed, each one more outrageous than the other, while Julie's grip on her fork tightened and tightened in anger.

"How many times a week do you shower?"

"What's your least favourite colour?"

"Do you pick up women? Is that how you make extra money?"

"What's your view on children?"

"Can you handle spice?"

"How did you even find our darling, huh? Did you lure her into that bar of yours?"

"Is Luke short for Lukas, or Lucrative?"

"Alright, enough!" Julie screamed, standing up with a stomp of the foot.

A hush crossed the table, aghast and surprised, her mother perpetually amused as always (too many in drugs in the 90s, she presumed) while Abuela feigned to be sleeping. 'Resting her eyes' would likely be the excuse.

"This is insane! Stop acting like this and start treating Luke with a little respect!"

From the corner of her eye, she vaguely noted he was staring at her, gobsmacked. He did well, given the circumstances, but she couldn't just idly sit there and let him take all this shit.

Mom puffed, leaning back in her chair. "We haven't been disrespectful, Julie."

"You have, mom! Can't I just have a boyfriend without—"

"We've invited him," she interrupted. "That's enough of a courtesy."

And before Julie could fire back, furious beyond belief, Rose added, "You know how the Molina cookie crumbles, honey. No men stay. Not for long, anyway."

That smug response made her explode. "Mom! Can you just for once—?!"

"I love her though," Luke quipped, shy.

The fight halted instantly, all ten women gawking at him like he just spoke a new language.

And he did, to Julie at least. Luke loved her? Even after all of this? She obviously knew he wasn't impartial to her, those seven months equalling tenderness and partnership like nothing she's ever experienced before, but... love? He was in love with her?

How could she abide by the 'Molina Women Rule!' rules when he confessed that, no hesitation or stutter heard?

And so, Julie's heart melted. "You love me?"

"Of course, I do," he whispered. "Why else would I be here?"

Elena nodded, sympathetic. "Good point."

Unable to stop her smile from becoming a dazzling, lovesick beam, she repeated his words with as much conviction as she could muster. "I love you too, Luke."

Abuela shot up from her sleep with a cough and a snicker. "Yeah, right."

Mom waved her glass around, congratulating them. For the first time tonight, her tone held kindness instead of poorly veiled contempt. "That's very sweet, Luke. Tell me in seven more months how you're feeling then."

Though Julie couldn't expect her to suddenly change her ways. Damn.

Mimi scowled. "We're letting 'I'm a one day at a time kinda guy' slide?"

Disgruntled chatter rose again, and that was her cue to go. Tapping Luke's shoulder, she mouthed home — something she hadn't done before and wasn't sure which apartment she meant either, but it left flutters in her chest regardless — and he nodded in understanding.

Oh, God. He loved her. That still hadn't set in.

"And if you'll excuse us, me and Luke are going," Julie continued. "Thanks for dinner, mom."

The woman laughed, baring all her teeth. She clearly had a fun time. "See you at Victoria's birthday, mi amor. And Luke? Who knows!"

He forced a chuckle at her remark. Awkwardly bouncing on his heels, he waved at all the ladies. "It was really cool to meet you all. Now– now I know why Julie's so incredible. So... thanks." A true smile appeared. "This was great."

No one said anything after that. Abuela gurgled her drink and her cousins prodded at their leftovers, mom peering at her like she was trying to find something. Sometimes, Julie and Rose were so alike, and other times, they were complete strangers. She liked that. It kept dinners like these exciting, she supposed. Mom seemed to think the same.

They bid goodbye one last time with a kiss on the cheek, and then they hurried out the door. A giggling breath left as the cool wind hit her skin. Luke was buzzing with adrenaline, unable to keep his limbs still.

Clambering in her car, the comforting quietude wrapped around them as the doors slammed shut. A beat passed. No one spoke.

"What the fuck," he whispered, horrified. "What the fuck. What the fuck did just happen? What the fuck—"

Julie squealed. "You love me!"

"That's what you got from that?!"

"Of course!" Her arms curled around him, teasing. "You love me!"

"That shouldn't be the most surprising thing tonight, Jules," he grumbled, though a playful shimmer sparked within his beautiful eyes. "I thought I was, y'know, obvious."

She shrugged, bashful. "It's always nice to hear, no?"

"Oh, man," he sighed, eyes flickering across her face as though he couldn't decide what to focus on, as though she was indescribably stunning. Her heart swelled tenfold at the thought. "I love you, Julie. So fucking much. Even with your crazy family."

Laughing, she reached forward and kissed his lips, fingers pressing in his neck and their silly grins preventing them from deepening the warm touch.

"Let's go," he mumbled, noses nudging, eyes hooded and pouring with the love she somehow hadn't noticed before. "Before they're ready for round two."

But before he could move away, she kissed him again, better this time, and cherished his sigh when they slowly seperated.

"I love you too," she whispered. "Like, a lot."

He grinned, breathless. "Good to know."

Victoria's birthday was four months later, and Luke attended as well. And also for Mimi and Elena and mom and Abuela and Donna and every other Molina member. And when Julie got surprised with a 24th birthday party, she figured out Luke and mom combined their powers to host it.

Molina women were independant and lived life by their own rules... which included Julie.

Loving Luke Patterson unconditionally probably made her the most unique Molina of all.

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@bluefirewrites @blush-and-books @ourstarscollided @thedeathdeelers @pink-flame @constantly-singing @willexx @unsaid-emily

#juke #jatp fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #otp: i think we make each other better #how niche can I go?? *spins the wheel*

[burnedbyshoto]

shallow or deep

— “Why would you want a guy with such a large and disgusting burn?” he whispered, his tone thoroughly rejected, broken. It was then that it hit you: did he think he wasn't good enough for you. —

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, angst (insecurities), cursing

word count: 2,544

a/n: I took the shouto has an insecurity over his scar even if it isnt that deep headcanon and ran with it, I hope yall enjoy this!!!! its been awhile since ive managed to write a fic in a single day!!!

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“You’re quite the handsome man!”

“Oh, thank you.”

“But that scar... don’t you want to get that fixed? I know someone with a quirk who can fix that up for you!”

“Thank you for your concern, but I think I am content with it.”

~

“Without a doubt, you are by far one of the most attractive Pro Heroes to have existed!”

“Thank you for your compliment, but I think it’s my ability to—”

“Don’t you think you would look hotter without your scar? Have you ever considered getting it removed?”

“...no, I haven’t…”

~

“Just imagine how Shouto would look like without his scar, here are some edited pictures for reference!”

“Wow, if I didn’t want to give him my life already, I would sell my soul to the devil to get with a scarless Shouto…”

“I don’t know, I think the scars sexy! Like look at it, it makes him so mysterious and badass! Guys with scars are so fucking hot! But in my opinion, without the scar? Shouto isn’t shit!”

“Guys with scars are hot, I’ll give you that, but not one-fourth of the face scars! He’s extremely handsome still, but it’s a bit tacky for the scar to be there. If it had been like Deku’s arm and hand scars — hell, even Eraserheads face scar — he would be so much finer.”

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“And just how did you get your scar, Shouto?”

The American interviewer who sat in front of Shouto during this live national interview had the kindest smile on her face, but to the Pro Heroes who sat on the stage alongside Shouto could recognize that shark-like glint in her eyes. Her face was calm, tranquil, beautiful, but her eyes sent bitter acid through the Heroes mouth.

“I’ve already explained what happened in a previous interview,” Shouto spoke calmly, his fingers digging into his knees.

Your eyes looked over to your boyfriend, who seemed to be trying everything in his power to remain calm. You’d only seen this happen through a screen, never in real life.

The interviewer seemed unconcerned with his rebuttal, most likely expecting this from the man who wasn’t one for repeating big stories. Her chin tilted up almost like she was looking down on him, looking down on who he was. 

“Well then, I’ll bite,” she leaned forward, and you felt on edge to attack, but a hand gripped your wrist when a cruel smirk spread on her face. “Do you resent your mother for burning you that night? How do you feel about the fact that it was your mother who ruined your charming looks?”

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The car was silent.

Your eyes tried to remain focused on the road ahead of you, but to your misplaced anger and hurt, you focused on the side of Shouto’s face every so often while he drove.

The radio wasn’t even on, something the both of you enjoyed blasting because you would sing stupidly loud and Shouto would hum along in his own mirth. The only sound heard was the tires driving against the gravel road and your irritated breathing. 

The two of you had dropped off your friends five minutes ago, the once awkwardly tense car melting to this angry silence between the two of you in the front. 

You hadn’t defended him on live television because Momo held you back, and Shouto allowed the interviewer to defile his family’s past abuse with her keen touch. The silence between the two of you was also irritating you.

Once the interview was done, Shouto had been the first to rise from his chair and to leave. And you were hot on his heels. You hadn’t been forgiving to Shouto when you finally corned him.

“How could you let her talk to you like that, Shouto?” you blazoned, your heart hammering in your chest, anger, humiliation, and sorrow riling you up. “She was a total fucking cunt, and you just took it!”

Shouto stared down at you, that old yet familiar distant look in his eyes — that anger that burned brighter than any fire he could produce flaming in both eyes. 

“Drop it, y/n,” he all but hissed, his face stone, his tone fierce. “You don’t need to fight every single fucking thing that makes me uncomfortable.”

Those words weren’t enough to make you drop it, had it been any other fight you would have continued to press him for what was wrong with him, but it was that look in his eyes. The old look that you had sworn long ago you’d never allow to meet his eyes again.

The anger, humiliation, and broken look that he used to wear every day.

When Shouto finally parked, he didn’t hesitate to get out of the car, the door slamming loudly while you stumbled to follow after him. 

But he was tall, too tall, and was in the house well before you could close your own door. It didn’t deter the way that you stormed towards the house, the devil, and god riding on your shoulder in this battle to figure out what the hell was wrong with Shouto.

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“I don’t resent my mother,” Shouto cooly stated. “It was an unfortunate accident, but fortunately, it hasn’t kept me from anything. I still have complete sight and functionality, so I’m okay. I could never resent my mother.”

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“Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” you ask, coming into the house.

This was Shouto’s house, something that Endeavor had gifted to him in his expression of apology. He and his siblings had been given their own homes the moment they turned twenty, and shortly after starting your relationship, he had asked you to move in.

You both were now twenty-three. You were neither each other's firsts on many levels, but there was no denying that this was the best relationship the both of you had. You comforted each other to no level, loved each other like no other. It was almost a shame that you didn’t have any feelings for your old classmate during high school because maybe then you’d been together for longer than a year.

But nevertheless, the two of you held no regrets. His house had become yours with him.

It was a bright place, no matter how dull the day was, it was always vivacious and warm in here.

But not now.

The door closed behind you, and you saw Shouto standing at the kitchen table, head lowered, arms tense. The world seemed grey, dull, and cold. You almost swore the house’s temperature was ten degrees cooler while you approached your boyfriend, who appeared to be trapped in his thoughts.

You neared him, your own anger diminishing slowly when you saw the shadows over his eyes, his teeth gnashing in a grit. 

Sorrow, humiliation, guilt.

That’s all you could read from him, but you needed more from him.

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The interviewer seems to have expected that answer for she remains unfazed, but that predatorial glint in her eyes remains. The eyes of someone who hasn’t shown off their strongest of cards.

“How about relationship-wise? Have any of the beautiful ladies you’ve dated or have wanted to court in the past told you that you’d be much more handsome without it? Don’t you wish that you could be more normal for y/h/n?”

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“Why would you want a guy with such a large and disgusting burn?” he whispered, his tone thoroughly rejected, broken. It was then that it hit you: did he think he wasn't good enough for you.

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You stood up, the chair you were sitting on scraping loudly against the black floor. The interviewer snapped her attention on you for just a moment, eyes sparkling with the thrill of getting a dramatic reaction from someone.

But Momo and Uraraka held you down, and Sero’s tape came across your mouth to keep you from talking your mind.

“There have been words like that before,” Shouto says, his voice steely smooth. “But as you can see, I’m not dating anyone who shares those same opinions.”

The interviewer seemed to deflate at that answer, obviously not the juicy breakdown she was hoping for. She continued down the mass interview with the most successful class from UA’s hero program, and you continued to fume in your seat. Anger that couldn’t even be quieted by the sour emotions coming off of Shouto in large waves.

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“W-What?” you say almost in a horrified whisper.

Your eyes were wide, unsure if you had heard Shouto correctly. You prayed you had. A fist clenched on your chest, your gaze followed Shouto’s clouded face when he stood up completely.

“You heard me right,” he repeats, his focus on the wall. Finally, his blue and grey eyes focus on you; they’re distant, so far away, you weren’t sure if you could get him back anytime soon. A soft sigh ragged in his chest, nearly choking in his throat when he looked at you. “I was never insecure about my scar growing up… I didn’t have anything in sight except for wanting to be a hero, and hell, even through high school, it didn’t matter. No one in our class mentioned it, and I went on to believe that it while it wasn’t normal, it was in some way.” His hands found your cheeks, pressing onto them gently, and you could feel them tremble slightly. “Then I finally liked someone romantically, and we were thrust into the crazy world of media, and I realized that my burn isn’t normal.”

“S-Shouto…”

“The first person I ever dated told me they knew someone who would fix it up for me for free. The second person… well, they were an idiot and thought if we had children, the burn would be transferred over. More and more people both privately and publicly told me that I would be s-so much better without it… Do you think I’d be better without it?” his lips twisted, and you could only stare up in his eyes that seemed so far away so broken. “Even the ones who liked it, it was some weird fetish of theirs… the truth is, I don’t know how to feel about it. I shouldn’t hate it because it’s who I am, but I hate it because people always have some opinion about it, and no matter what I hear, it always pisses me off. I just… you’re beautiful, y/n. You’re the person in my life that I never want to see leave, and I know that it’s shallow to value people only for their beauty, but I’m not beautiful. Scars and burns are not beautiful, they’re ugly... My looks are decent at best, but that’s all that makes me desirable. Not you, though. You’re gorgeous, your personality and attitude never fail to make everyone feel better, and yet you’re here with me… why would you love someone like me?”

There it was.

His eyes kept to your feet as if he wasn’t worthy of staring you in the face. His hands continue to hold against you in a weak grasp, as if he pressed any harder against you, you would crumble to dust or say you hated him. 

Your hands grasped his wrists, pressing his hands even more against your skin. It was an intense action, so out of the blue that his eyes snapped up to meet yours finally. 

Shouto wasn’t sure what to expect when he looked at your face; he knew you were upset about the interview, and truthfully he wished he hadn’t warned Uraraka, Momo, and Sero to keep you down when those questions were asked — should they have been proposed. He also expected tears, you were always one to be more emotional than he was. 

What he didn’t expect were steely yet warm eyes.

“You’re an idiot, Todoroki Shouto,” you finally speak. You took a step closer to him, your heartbeat in your throat. This was a raw Shouto standing before you. A Shouto, you had no idea how he reacted, no matter how much you knew him. So, if this was a rebuilding scene, a moment to get him to see what you saw, you would take it. “You’re right, scars and burns are ugly. They shouldn’t be romanticized. It’s also not the same as others, who take scars as a sign of overcoming hardships and victory. Your scar is one of a kind… but like you’ve said, shallow traits aren’t enough…” Your chin trembled just the slightest bit, but you couldn’t let yourself cry. No, you had to be strong for him. “You’re the kindest person I know, which knowing the saint that is Midoriya and All Might, it means a lot. I don’t mean it because you’re my boyfriend, or because I want you to feel better, but you had every reason to not be kind in your life and look at you, you’re gentle, you’re sweet. You also speak your mind, no matter what. Your opinions are valuable, and that’s why you’re such a great leader. You were made to become a hero that surpassed All Might, and you did it without ever once going down the road your father had intended for you. You did that. But if we’re going to be looking at the shallow traits, we can do that.

Your scar is a sign of growth. It’s ugly, and it’s beautiful. It’s ugly because it makes you feel like you’re not good for me. It’s ugly because it was such a dark time for you when it came. It’s ugly because it’s an insecurity. But I also see beauty. It’s beautiful because it’s another place I can tenderly love at night. It’s beautiful because who you were back then is just a scar of who you were. It’s beautiful because it’s a source of your strength despite it all. You can think whatever you want of it, Shouto, think it’s good or bad, but because it’s apart of you I have to and I choose to love it. Why would I ever want you to change who you are if you’re comfortable with it? What kind of lover would I be if I decided to love everything but one part of you?” your fingers trailed to his scarred skin, the red skin forever warm under your touch. “Shallow or deep, I will never stop loving you.”

Tears fell from his eyes, and his lips crashed against yours.

The two of you sink to the floor in this wet and sweet embrace. Lips never tearing from each other, fingers wistfully holding on, a silent prayer to each other of your devotions, and hope to never leave each other’s sides. Your fingers continued to stroke against his scar, and he held you so close until you could no longer kiss.

So your wet and bruised lips pressed against his warm scar, gentle and soft reminders that you were there for him until his faint cries became steady breathing.

Todoroki Shouto may never get over the insecurity of his scar, but he’d be damned if he thought for a second whether it was there or not, you’d love him any more or any less. You loved him entirely, and for that, he was forever grateful.

#todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha x reader

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Pushed Around

Prompt: i looooooove you protective knights Merlin drabbles from over quarantine, the frantic energy of these large children fretting over Merlin is hilarious and so precious (': would you ever write your take on the classic "a visiting knight/noble is a dickwad to Merlin but he doesn't tell anyone bc of either worries of diplomacy or something else and then when Arthur and the knights do find out they have to have a serious chat w Merlin about his priorities and self-worth?" bc,,, it would be awesome

Thanks for the req! I do love this trope...

Read on Ao3

Pairings: merthur, but can be platonic or romantic, you decide

Warnings: uhhh nobles can be dicks

Word Count: 3372

The problem with Merlin is that he doesn’t say nearly enough for all the talking he does. Honestly, the man can ramble on for hours and hours without being interrupted and never say one word about himself. He’s spoken about how Arthur sits wrong for longer than a council meeting for goodness’ sake. And yet in all that time, he’s never said a single thing about himself.

 It would be impressive if it didn’t get them into nearly so many stressful situations that could’ve been avoided had he asked for help.

In fairness to Merlin, servants asking for help from anyone other than fellow servants isn’t exactly normal. In unfairness to Merlin, when has ‘normal’ ever been very high on his list of things to strive for?

 They’ve all gotten fairly used to it. Merlin will be doing something and one of them will notice that perhaps there’s a…better way to do that. Or perhaps he’s doing it with a little less skill or proficiency than he normally does and gods, Merlin, how long have you been hurt for? Merlin will shrug and smile sheepishly at them and say that it’s nothing to worry about. Only Gaius seems to be immune to that, raising the Eyebrow of Disappointment and Merlin will bow his head and let him tend to whatever he’s done to himself this time. The problem is Merlin seems to know this and does all he can to avoid doing these things in front of Gaius. Which leaves the rest of them to struggle frantically to keep track of Merlin while he’s frantically keeping track of them.

 But they’ve gotten used to it.

 Arthur is allowed to be an absolute prat—Merlin’s words, not his—in the mornings, insisting Merlin do all sorts of ridiculously elaborate chores to assess whether he’s hurt himself, whether something’s wrong, or whether he’s done something to upset Merlin more than tossing the occasional boot at him. If Merlin doesn’t snipe back or calls him ‘sire’ unironically, something is definitely wrong and everything is on pause until they fix it. No exceptions.

 Leon, as the closest thing to Arthur’s right hand aside from Merlin, takes every opportunity to stand next to him, regardless of how proper it is. Leon may not be immune to Merlin’s impish little excuses, but Merlin is not immune to the protective-older-sibling looks Leon gives him or the gentle way Leon arranges his cape so that Merlin looks even more inconspicuous behind the copious amounts of red fabric. Leon never says a word, and Merlin would never admit it, but there are times when, if you looked at them from behind, you would see Merlin reach out to clutch Leon’s cape and Leon reach to hold his hand.

 Percival is not a small man. Anyone standing opposite him better think very carefully about whatever they’re about to fight over. Odds are it won’t be worth it. Often all he has to do is stand up and they’re babbling apologies or excuses. Merlin, on the other hand, is a slight man who looks as if he’s always about two seconds from tripping over his own feet. Percival makes sure to stand in front of him.

 Elyan has a way with words. Not that he’s the most loquacious speaker, nor the most forceful, but he’s got a voice that makes people listen. It’s not Arthur’s authority, nor it is Uther’s unmistakable iron, but it is a quiet power. Oftentimes, people don’t seem to respect Merlin. Some go so far as to refuse to remember his name. Elyan’s never had a problem making them see reason.

 Gwaine is not known for being discreet, nor is he especially reserved in demonstrating that he’s here for Merlin, not for Camelot, not for Arthur, but for Merlin. Sometimes Merlin just needs a little reminder that he’s worth fighting for, and not just because he’s fighting for something bigger than himself.

 Lancelot is the only one that can actually get Merlin to talk, reliably. The man can see through Merlin’s nonsense in a way that rivals Gaius. Unlike Gaius, Merlin won’t fight him on it. It’s difficult to get Lancelot to tell the rest of them, despite what he’ll have you believe. But if Merlin looks a little happier afterward, then it’s all fine.

 So yeah, they’ve gotten used to it. What they haven’t gotten used to are the people that go out of their way to make life for Merlin harder.

 “There’s another tournament?” Merlin huffs as he throws the blanket over Arthur’s bed. “Didn’t you just have one?”

 “That was a joust. This is a melee.”

 “You’re all throwing yourselves at each other with various pieces of metal,” Merlin remarks dryly, “what’s the difference?”

 Arthur rolls his eyes as he gets up, glancing out the window to see the approaching knights. There aren’t nearly as many as the last tournament, thank goodness, but that does mean that this one won’t be nearly as easily decided.

 “As long as I’m not cleaning up after all of you this time…”

 Arthur frowns, looking back at Merlin straightening the bed covers. “What do you mean?”

 “Last time. I was working non-stop. Had another knight almost as demanding as you are.”

 “I’m allowed to be demanding,” Arthur says, “you’re my servant.”

 “Mhmm, sure.”

 “No one else is.”

 “You tell them that, sire.”

 “I will. Who was it?”

 Merlin shrugs. “Don’t really remember his name.”

 Arthur sighs, walking forward and resting his hand on Merlin’s shoulder. “Yes, you do. That’s what you say when you don’t want to tell me someone’s name.”

 “You don’t know that.”

 “I do,” Arthur says softly, turning Merlin to face him, “so you can tell me.”

 “That’s not how it works.”

 “Sure it is.”

 “No, it really isn’t.”

 “Merlin,” Arthur huffs, “if something is wrong, you know you can tell me.”

 “But nothing’s wrong!” Arthur just gives him a look until he sighs, picking up the laundry basket. “Alright, fine, his name was Tobias, are you happy now?”

 “Yes, I am, thank you.” Arthur gives his shoulder another pat before moving away. “The next time he’s here, I’ll make sure you’re nowhere near him.”

 As it turns out, that doesn’t go as planned. Because Sir Tobias didn’t just sign up for the joust, he’s here for the melee too.

 “Arthur Pendragon,” the man roars, clapping Arthur firmly on the shoulder, “thought you’d seen the last of me, eh?”

“Thought that bruised backside you got from falling off your horse would’ve kept you away.”

 Tobias throws his head back and laughs. “You’ve got spirit about you, lad. It’ll serve you well if you can hold your nerve.”

 “My nerve has never failed me before,” Arthur replies cooly, gesturing up the stairs, “though I’m sure you know that by now.”

 “We’ll see come the melee.”

 Merlin is out of sight, helping the stablehands tend to the horses. As Arthur walks up the stairs, he sees Tobias glance around and huff softly to himself.

 “Is there something wrong?”

 “No, no,” Tobias says quickly as they enter the hall, “just glad to see you’ve not assigned me the same servant this time.”

 Arthur straightens. “Excuse me?”

 “The gangly boy that tended to my chambers last time,” Tobias says, waving his hand, “right awful he was. Glad you’ve fired him.”

 “I see…”

 Arthur does not, in fact, see, but he makes a point to tell the knights not to let Tobias near Merlin.

 As it turns out, they don’t have much of a choice. Arthur needs Merlin to help him get ready, and Tobias is of high enough rank to be near the prince as he does so. Luckily for Merlin, he just has to stay inside the tent.

 Unluckily for Merlin…

 “Arthur,” Gwaine calls from outside, “they need you to come look at the shields.”

 Arthur gives Merlin’s arm a squeeze and steps away, ducking out of the tent. Gwaine leads him over to a table laden with shields, each with a different insignia painted on it. The Pendragon crest gleams in the light, next to the sigils from each of the other knights fighting. None of them has so much as a scratch.

 “Very good, sire,” the attendant says, sweeping them along to finish the final preparations. Arthur follows Gwaine up the hill to where the others are standing, Leon turning and nodding solemnly ate his approach.

 “Are all of you competing, then?” Arthur leans against the wall.

 Leon shakes his head. “Lancelot and I will be sitting this one out.”

 “Not growing weary are you, old friend?”

 “Weary of people attempting to kill you while I’m already engaged in combat,” Leon replies wryly, “and weary of Merlin being the only one able to do anything about it.”

 “They won’t listen to him when he calls for a stop to the tourney,” Lancelot adds.

 “And so you can keep anyone away from him,” Gwaine says firmly.

 “Precisely.”

 They head back down the hill, just in time to see a flutter of movement from Arthur’s tent. Gwaine frowns, rushing forward and throwing it open.

 “Merlin?”

 “I’m here,” Merlin says, getting to his feet, “just fell.”

 Arthur rolls his eyes fondly and reaches down to help him up. “At some point, Merlin, I do have to wonder.”

 “It’s fine, I just picked up something without realizing it was attached to something else.”

 “I see.”

 The rest of the knights glance at each other over Arthur’s shoulder and Elyan stalks off toward a neighboring tent. Leon bows deeply and tells Merlin that he and Lancelot will wait for the others to finish their training before coming to collect him.

 “There’s still a few more days to go,” Merlin says softly, “I don’t see why you all had to come here so early.”

 “It’s to make it fair, give the knights the chance to get used to fighting in the same place.”

 Merlin grumbles to himself as he goes about finishing up. Arthur catches him gently by the elbow as he turns to leave.

 “Are you alright? Really?”

 “Arthur, I’m fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

 Arthur sighs. “I would really like for one of these to go off normally for once.”

 Arthur does not, in fact, get what he wants.

 Not that anyone is particularly surprised that there’s a knight who managed to sneak a poisoned weapon into the training grounds, but someone clips Arthur through his armor and he winces, immediately aware that something’s wrong. Merlin spots it a mile away, because of course he does. The knight is quickly escorted away and Arthur shakes his head, calling for a search of all the knights’ belongings and weapons.

 “You’d think we’d get better about this,” Lancelot mutters as he and Merlin approach, Merlin rubbing his shoulder, “and that they’d stop trying.”

 “At least we caught it before the actual melee.”

 “Merlin, there you are,” Gwaine says, pulling Merlin to his side, “good. Now, you and I are going to have a talk.”

 “About what?” Arthur looks around. “What’s going on?”

 Lancelot just mouths that they’ll be back as Gwaine sweeps them both along the corridor. Arthur brushes it to the back of his mind. That’s not the first time they’ve done something like this.

 It’s the night before the melee. Merlin is late. Arthur paces up and down the length of his quarters. The knights have all vanished hours ago. Merlin is late.

 A knock.

 “Enter.”

 Leon sweeps inside, a stony look on his face. He glances around the quarters and bites back a curse. “Merlin’s not here, is he?”

 “No,” Arthur says, his blood beginning to run cold, “no, he isn’t. Where is he?”

“Gwaine and Lancelot are already looking,” Leon says, shutting the door, “but…sire, may I ask a question?”

 “Always,” Arthur says immediately, “you don’t need to ask.”

 “How long has Tobias been…allowed near Merlin?”

 “He hasn’t,” Arthur growls, hustling down the corridor, “but what has he done?”

 “He was more brazen during the joust.” Leon shoulders a door open. “But now—“

 “Merlin!”

 Arthur rushes forward as Merlin turns the corner. Startled, Merlin barely has time to turn all the way before Arthur’s wrapping him up in a protective arm and turning him back toward the safety of Arthur’s chambers.

 “Where were you?”

 “I was, um…”

 Arthur bites back a curse and hurries faster, Leon hot on their heels. Along the way, they come across Elyan and Percival, coming up from the armory.

 “Arthur, we need to—“ Elyan breaks off when he sees Merlin in Arthur’s arms. “Merlin?”

 “My chambers,” Arthur growls, “now.”

 “What about Gwaine and Lancelot?”

 “They’ll find us.”

 “Guys, whatever this is, it’s fine,” Merlin tries but Arthur simply opens the door to his quarters and sits Merlin down. “Really!”

 “Merlin,” Leon says quietly, “where were you just now?”

 Merlin glances at Arthur. Then back to Leon. “Helping Amelia.”

 “And who were you helping Amelia help?”

 Another glance at Arthur. Arthur closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

 “Merlin,” he says slowly, “I need you to answer me honestly, please.”

 Merlin nods, evidently a little taken aback at how soft Arthur’s voice is.

 “Were you helping Amelia because she asked for your help, or were you helping her so Tobias would get angry with you instead of her?”

 The silence that fills the room is more than enough of an answer.

 “I’m going to kill him,” Gwaine announces, kicking open the door, “now where’s—there you are.”

 “Gwaine, I—ah!”

 “Don’t break him,” Lancelot chides gently as Gwaine sweeps Merlin into a hug, “he’s probably still hurt.”

 “Hurt?” Arthur looks from Lancelot to Merlin. “Merlin—“

 “It’s fine.”

 “Can you allow us to be the judge of that,” Leon asks, settling a hand on Gwaine’s shoulder and moving him away, “please?”

 “It’s just a few bruises, he doesn’t even hit that hard.”

 “Not exactly helping your case here,” Gwaine snarls, stalking toward Arthur.

 “Merlin.”

 “…why’re you guys so upset?”

 Arthur winces. Merlin looks back and forth between them.

 “No…really, I don’t—I don’t understand. You lot hit me.”

 “Not like that!”

 “It’s fine, I don’t—“

 “This isn’t fine, Merlin, you’re being hurt.”

 “So?”

 The room falls silent. Leon draws back as if Merlin reached out to smack him across the face. Percival bows his head as Elyan bites back a curse. Lancelot stares at Merlin like he’s grown a second head. Gwaine looks at Arthur.

 Arthur’s chest clenches so painfully he fears he’s going to have to send for Gaius. Merlin…Merlin doesn’t believe that he’s worth worrying about when he’s hurt? Merlin doesn’t care that he’s getting hurt? Merlin is letting someone hurt him?

 “Merlin…”

 “What?” He looks around at all of them in confusion. “What it is? Why do you all look so…so…”

 “Upset?” Leon tilts his head. “Because you just told us you don’t think you’re important.”

 “But…this isn’t that big of a deal. It happens all the time. Why is this time any different.”

 “How often,” Lancelot says, “would you say this happens then?”

 “Every time there’s a tournament.”

 “Every tournament,” Leon repeats quietly, “there is a knight that does this?”

 “Sometimes more than one.”

 “And you…let them?”

 “It’s not like I have much of a choice.”

 No.

 No, no, no, this isn’t right.

 This isn’t right.

 Merlin is the man who waltzed right up to Arthur on his first day in Camelot and told him to stop being a prat.

 Merlin is the man who spat in Uther’s face as often as he could.

 Merlin is the man who demanded that everyone is treated as a person, be they servant or noble or royal.

 This is wrong.

 “Merlin,” Arthur manages, “Merlin, of course you have a choice.”

 “If I don’t do it, they’ll hurt someone else. And I’m used to it.”

 “But you never should’ve gotten used to it,” Arthur cries, rushing forward and grabbing Merlin’s shoulders, “damnit, Merlin, why don’t you protect yourself?”

 “I’m fine, Arthur.”

 “You’re letting yourself get pushed around and beaten by someone, you’re not fine.”

 “I have to put up with you, don’t I?”

 Arthur burns.

 Something in his chest squeezes so tight it breaks. He takes his hands off of Merlin like he’s been stung, backing up until he hits the poster of his bed. His mouth is open in shock and he can scarcely draw breath.

 Merlin thinks…Merlin…did he do this to Merlin?

 “I don’t understand why this is such a big deal,” Merlin is saying far, far away, “it’s not like I’m not…why’re you all looking at me like that?”

 No, no, Merlin is Arthur’s Merlin, he—he’d never hurt his Merlin, he’d never—no, he hasn’t—but—Merlin—

 “Arthur, are you—are you crying?”

 This is Arthur’s fault. This is Arthur’s fault, isn’t it, he’s messed this up, he’s messed Merlin up, he’s ruined it—he’s ruined everything.

 “Sire,” comes Leon’s—is that Leon’s?—voice from somewhere to his left, “you have to breathe, come on…”

 Arthur gasps, the air burning the inside of his throat. He does it again, frantically blinking to clear his eyes. Tears stream down his cheeks—so he did start crying—as the image of Lancelot and Gwaine talking to Merlin swims into view in front of him. Merlin’s brow is furrowed and he keeps shooting concerned looks Arthur’s way.

 “I never meant—“ Arthur swallows— “I never meant to hurt him. I didn’t—I never meant any of them, I—“

 “Shh, sire,” Leon murmurs, “we know. Nothing is simple right now.”

 “But that’s not what Arthur does,” Merlin protests, “he—is that why you guys are so worried?”

 Merlin turns and flies at Arthur, hands immediately coming up to cup his cheeks and numb away his tears, muttering all the while.

 “That’s not what I meant, Arthur,” he babbles, “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to—you’re not like them, I just—that’s what I’m used to, I didn’t know that there was a difference—“

 “I never meant to hurt you, Merlin,” Arthur says, gripping Merlin’s arms tightly, “I just—you must believe me—“

 “I do, I do—“ now Merlin’s crying too— “I just—“

 “Alright, you two,” Leon hushes, gently laying a hand on both of their shoulders, “let’s have you two sit before you fall over.”

 The knight guides them both to the bed, sitting them on the edge. They’re no help; they’re too busy crying and clinging onto each other.

 “Now, why don’t you two have a chat, and we’ll be outside.” Leon ruffles their hair affectionately and sweeps the others out into the corridor despite Gwaine’s protests.

 Arthur swallows. “I never meant to hurt you, Merlin,” he mumbles, “nor do I believe that you’re—a fool or an idiot or stupid or anything.”

 He clutches Merlin tightly. “You’re important to me.”

 Merlin nods. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you lot, it’s just…that was how the older boys in Ealdor treated me. I got used to it. And it always made sense.”

 Arthur shakes his head furiously. “It doesn’t make sense, Merlin. They were hurting you. People are hurting you. That’s not alright. That’s awful. And I’m going to stop it.”

 “You can’t just fight all the nobles who don’t like me.”

 “Watch me.”

 “Your father will—“

 “To hell with that,” Arthur snarls, “they’re hurting you. And I won’t stand for it.”

 Merlin sighs, slumping forward. Without a thought, Arthur catches him, pulling him closer and tucking his head over Merlin’s.

 “…you really would fight them for me?”

 “Yes, Merlin. I would. And I will.”

 He feels Merlin grin against his shoulder. “You’re going to make Tobias never come back to Camelot, aren’t you?”

 “Perhaps.”

#merlin #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merthur #merthur fic #dragonbabbles #fic

[fbfh]

glowing - leo x reader

genre: fluffy mutual pining w quick (cute) resolution

word count: 1.6k

au: none??

pairing: Leo x Daughter of Apollo

requested: hell ye!! hope you enjoy it xo 

warnings: none?? yr half sibs n nico are all protective over you but nothing unhealthy lol

summary: You and Leo have been crushing on each other and cockblocked by your siblings for too long, so you decide to take matters into your own hands. 

reccomended songs: sunshine - atlas, musetta’s waltz - moonstruck soundtrack

a/n: not super edited but what’s new lol  i just forgot how to spell edit for a hot second lmao

requests r open babes xo

Between your siblings being ready to maul someone with arrows (and bad music) at a moment’s notice, and Nico - honorary brother and the Apollo cabin’s unofficial bodyguard, dating is… tricky. Even your uncoordinated eight year old half brother Kevin has offered to bang on a guitar and scream, making everyone’s ears bleed. A few weeks ago, an Ares kid made your little sister Sophie cry, and Nico found out. The entire Ares cabin spent two weeks getting all the skeletons out of their closets. Literally. More human bones would appear every time they cleared some out, rattling unsettlingly. People generally don’t mess with you, or other Apollo kids, which you usually don’t mind. You wouldn’t even give it a second thought.

But you did give it a second thought. And a third. And a fourth. And several others. All of them centered around Leo Valdez. You’ve been admiring him from afar for weeks. You didn’t know why his friends were so hard on him at times. You got the vibe that if he started dating someone, his friends would give him the ‘hurt them and we’ll kill you’ speech instead of the other way around. 

At first simply observing was cathartic, seeing him fix swords and laugh with his friends, but as time went on, it just became frustrating. You just want something to happen, you want to make him as happy as he makes you. The most frustrating part was that there had been so many missed opportunities. There was the time two weeks ago when you were flirting after picking up your harp bow from getting a few touch ups, the time after that you two lost track of time and watched the sunset on the docks, and just days ago when you stayed up late talking in Bunker 9 when neither of you could sleep. 

Every single time, one of your siblings either scared him off or dragged you away before you could leave. Most recently, it was Will and Nico. You could swear Nico was muttering to Will, something along the lines of “what is it with that guy and going after my little sisters?”  This wasn’t surprising, since they got together, the whole cabin has made Nico feel really welcome, resulting in him treating you all like sibling-figures. 

You shake your head, trying to focus on the sparring practice that starts in a few minutes. Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter are arranging the first inter-camp capture the flag match, and everyone’s really excited. And training like crazy. If it goes well, it might happen as frequently as once a month, but you have to get through this one, first. Most of the extra time at camp has been spent practicing sparring, battle strategy, and other tactics. Campers were encouraged to watch other fights closely, try to spot defensive weaknesses, and study technique. Right now, Leo and Jason are demonstrating some method of something or other. You’re watching Leo fight, and you’re just… awestruck. You don't even know what to do with yourself. He's agile and light on his feet, and he moves almost like a cat. His muscles flex as he strikes, and your heart lurches. It looks like he's losing. All of a sudden he smirks, and shoots out a blast of flame, sending Jason stumbling back. Campers applaud at the successful win, and he jokingly bows. 

"Thank you, thank you… I'm amazing, I know-" Jason shoves him jokingly, and clears his throat for the crowd's attention, while Leo gets a glass of water. 

"Okay guys, pair up to practice sparring. Don't be afraid to spar with someone new, the more fighting styles you know the better…" you turn towards the water cooler.  Watching him now, you could swear he's all god. He has a gold halo in the late afternoon sunshine, and a drop of water trickles down his face onto his neck. You make a small strangled noise and know this has gone far enough. You need to do something about this crush before it kills you. You walk over to him, and before you can chicken out, ask, “Hey Leo, want to spar?” He almost chokes on his water. He agrees, seeming pleasantly surprised that you asked him. You pull out your harp bow and he pulls out a large, flat hammer. 

‘Good for offense and defense,’ you think, ‘he’s smarter than he looks…’ 

You start off slowly, getting a feel for each other, and your fighting styles. You spar for hours, and end up tied for wins and losing track of time. He gets you off balance with a fancy move, and next thing you know, there’s a nail gun at your neck. 

“I win,” he pants, smirking. Your cheeks flush.

“Can you- show me how to do that?” you say, catching your breath. He agrees, and walks behind you, hands on yours. He shows you how to shift your weight, causing your opponent to lose theirs. His right hand moves to your thigh, readjusting your alignment. 

“...Keeping your center of gravity low,” he breathes, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “so you won’t fall.” Neither of you move away yet. You turn your face towards his, eyes on the ground.

“Can you… show me again…” you breathe. A smile twitches at his lips. He leans in, and-

“Apollo cabin, inspection time!” You jump away from each other.

“All Apollo campers back to cabin seven asap!” you flinch at your brother’s voice, which you know is directed at you. You sigh, turn towards him, and yell back, “I’m coming, just finishing this sparring match!” You see him retreat and turn back to Leo. Before he knows it, you have him pinned to the ground. 

“Gotcha,” you say with a smirk of your own. You lean further down, and whisper, “Meet me at the docks at midnight.” You pull away, and jog off toward your cabin, leaving Leo flustered and excited. 

Later that night when you finally reach the docks, Leo’s already there. “Hi,” he says when he sees you, “I know I’m a little bit early I just… got nervous…” You giggle and reassure him.

“I just hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long,” 

“Don’t worry,” he replies, “it was worth the wait.” You blush. He looks around, and you realize he’s nervous.

“Don’t worry about the cleaning harpies,” you comfort him, “I left them some muddy armor to distract them, we should be good for a while,” you both laugh a little, and you realize he’s staring at you. You look at him inquisitively, a smile playing at your lips and a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“What?”

"You're glowing," he breathes the words softly, amazed by your presence. You look down at your arms, and blush. Your cheeks turn a soft, fluorescent shade of rose. Bioluminescence was a very rare, pretty useless power that some children of Apollo could have. It did, however, allow you to act as a nightlight for your cabin, which everyone (older kids included) enjoyed. No one in your cabin did well in the dark, so everyone slept a little better since you'd been claimed. 

“You are glowing, right? It’s not just me?” he asks, half joking. 

“Yeah, no,” you confirm, snapping out of your thoughts, “that’s a… thing that happens sometimes. It’s saved me a lot of bruised shins in the middle of the night.” As you both laugh, you decide enough is enough. 

“So, I’m taking the fact that you showed up here at all a good sign,” you say, knowing you have to start somewhere, “I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.” Your adrenaline is racing. Your limbs are tingly, and your heart is beating so fast. You know you have his full attention, which makes all of that worse. It’s now or never, you remind yourself, and I’m choosing now.

“I have a huge crush on you.” Visible surprise and excitement is all over his face and body language, and an involuntary smile starts on his mouth. You continue, partially aware that you’re nervous rambling at this point.

“I was hoping you might say it first, but my siblings and Nico are so intimidating and I was like forget that, I’m seizing the day, and…”

“And?” he asks, in a breathless smile.

“And… do you-”

“I like you too. A lot - just ask my friends, I never shut up about you-” You can’t hold back a giggle as you place your hands on his face and pull him in for a kiss. He’s stunned for a second before he kisses you back, gently resting his hands on your arms. You smile into the kiss, which makes him smile, and-

“What the hell, Valdez?!” 

You jump, pulling apart from him. 

“Will! What are you-” before you can finish the thought, darkness pools at his feet and suddenly Nico is standing in front of him. He greets Will with a mushy pet name and leans in to kiss him, but Will stops him before he can and clears his throat. 

“Wha-” Nico turns his head, “...oh…” 

You laugh in disbelief. Mr. High And Mighty was here for the exact same reason you were. You smile fades as you realize that even though you have dirt on him, he still has dirt on you. 

“You know,” you say, reaching for Leo’s hand, “I don’t know if I saw you here, or what…” 

Will wraps an arm around Nico, and starts in the opposite direction. “Funny, I don’t remember seeing you either,” he shrugs.

“Right,” you reply. 

“Right.”

You both drag your respective boyfriends in opposite, more private directions. Suffice it to say, there was a lot more kissing that night - and no more interruptions.

#leo valdez x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus x reader #Heroes of Olympus

[jenniferyoung]

name: jennifer young age: 38 fc: laura vanderroort time in charming: life long occupation: trauma counsellor side: devils positive traits: + valiant, + fierce, + loving negative traits: - worrywart, - insecure, - stubborn children: one boy, 22 years old siblings: one older brother

trigger warnings(please read them carefully, her background is very dark and traumatic): kidnap, abuse, implied rape, teen pregnancy, traumatic child-birth.

this is gonna be really long and i’m sorry. if you actually read it all i’ll give you a cookie

✹ early life was pretty simple, even with a dad and brother in the MC

✹ plans to graduate and go to college to study archaeology

✹ that got yeeted when she was kidnapped not long after her 16th birthday

✹ jenny had been walking home from a friends when she was grabbed from behind and knocked out

✹ she woke up in a basement with her hands and feet chained to the bed. loose enough for her to move around and sit up but not to get free

✹ her captor? turned out to be a man who she’d been seeing a lot of in the last weeks. random encounters that seemed so innocent until right now

✹ he was quite young, late 20′s maybe but he was absolutely insane. completely infatuated with her and thought that by kidnapping her, he could have her for himself and they’d have a happy life. loco maniac with big temper issues

✹ naturally she did try countless times to escape but would be quickly slapped down, only for him to cry and apologise afterwards, “why did you make me do that” as though any of it was her fault

✹ once the abuse turned into physical touches, that’s when her tears dried up and her mind began to go into autopilot. not to mention the drugs he forced down her throat to keep her subdued really took away a lot of her will to fight

✹ it had been two whole months when she finally started accepting her fate. nobody was ever going to find her and as if the man could see that light go out in her eyes, that night he pinned her down and raped her in spite of her pleas

✹ he even had the audacity to call it love

✹ she was pretty much broken after this. especially since she had been a virgin, so imagine how traumatised she was when another 2 months slipped by and she realised she hadn’t had her period

✹ it had been his plan all along, he wanted a family with her because he was convinced “you’ll love me eventually”

✹ it would have been easy enough to break completely but in the following weeks, something really strange happened. instead of focusing on the trauma, on how used and disgusting she felt, she focused on her growing bump

✹ hours alone in the dark, she began to talk to it, as though somehow it was a comfort to them both

✹ the first time she felt it kick was the first time in months she had a spark of life behind her blue eyes. so she did fall in love, not with her captor, but with her baby

✹ at first she did try to hate it, this thing growing inside her that she didn’t ask for but she couldn’t. how could you blame an innocent life for how it came to be?

✹ the following months, she began to put on an act. starting with a smile now and again that looked genuine, to a laugh at one of the mans jokes. making him believe he was winning, that she was slowly coming around to the idea of being with him

✹ for the most part, it worked. the abuse stopped, she convinced him to stop drugging her because it wasn’t good for “their” baby

✹ the plan was to eventually convince him to unchain her. he agreed to unchain her feet, which was a start ( and a relief considering the metal had long since dug right into her ankles )

✹ she waited a few more days but before she could ask about her hands, she felt the first signs of labour

✹ newly terrified, she literally cried and begged him to call an ambulance because holy fuck

✹ obviously he refused and she spent the next 30 hours in excruciating agony. something was not right

✹ she was bleeding, trying to fight the urge to push because her whole instincts were telling her not to, but it was no use

✹ four pushes and a whole lot of banshee screams later, she birthed a baby boy whom she begged to hold instantly, if only to take him out of the mans hands

✹ beautiful. the second he started to cry and looked up at her with his blue eyes she knew there wasn’t anything or anyone she’d ever let hurt him

✹ somewhere between the mixture of emotions, she hadn’t realised that she was starting to bleed out and the panic returned

✹ frantically, she tried to tell the man that he needed to unchain her and take her to a hospital and to her almost shock, he agreed. like he was actually concerned that she was going to bleed out and die if he didn’t.

✹ it was practically impossible to get up the stairs and even harder to hold her son against her chest whilst looking with double vision for something she could use as a weapon

✹ the glimmer of something shiny caught her eye and in a burst of bravery and energy, she grabbed it (a shiny vase on the table top) and swung it around, smashing it off his head

✹ thank god it must have knocked him out for at least a few seconds because she managed to get to and out the front door

✹ that’s when she realised she was still in charming. not only that, but she could see the clubhouse from where she stood & so she ran (hobbled, hopped, nearly crawled w/e) bursting through the doors like something out of a horror movie, dirty and bloody and instantly on her knees because she couldn’t support her own weight anymore

✹ her father, brother and a couple other members instantly flew to her aid. it had to have been nearly a year since she went missing and now here she was, holding a baby and about to die

✹ “he’s mine” was almost all she could manage to whisper as she had no energy to stop one of the guys taking him from her “don’t let him touch him, don’t– don’t let him” don’t let the captor touch her son, is what she meant

✹ it was barely a second after everything turned black and when she woke, it was three days later and she was in hospital. safe

✹ she only asked once about the guy and got the reply from her dad “it’s been handled” presumably she left a good trail of blood for them to find the source. but she never did dare ask, had she killed him with the vase? or did they. not that she cared.

✹ she only went over her ordeal once with her parents, her brother and the mc’s president at the time and then she told them she never wanted to relive it. which suited them just fine because they couldn’t have the guys dead body getting tied to them.

✹ so the only alternative? was to say she had ran away, that she fell pregnant and that’s why she stayed away until she got scared and came home. cue the judgement from the towns snooty bitches

✹ it was a fight and a half to keep her son, with a mother who wanted to support her decision but a father who was adamant she wouldn’t be able to cope

✹ it got overly extreme, she threatened to end her own life if he had her baby taken away & went on to explain that her son was the only thing that kept her going in those months

✹ she wanted to raise him, teach him to be kind and be a good man and to her relief, her father relented

✹ she named him liam because she always recalled someone telling her it meant “unwavering saviour”

✹ the next five years were tough, but she never gave up and she never quit. she focused her energy on her son, on learning to handle her ordeal in a healthy manner. her father paid good money for her to see a trauma counsellor, one out of town who wouldn’t ask questions they didn’t have answers to. the only rules? never tell them her real name (she posed as someone called lucy) and never name the man so it could never be traced back to them

✹ it was an uphill battle and to be honest, even now sometimes it still is

✹ she was inspired by the way the counsellor helped her and decided that’s what she wanted to do with her life now, so she went back to school and studied for a degree

✹ she’s now a qualified trauma and ptsd counsellor with her own office in the hospital. she also does a lot of fundraising for charities that feel close to her heart. domestic violence, etc. etc.

✹ when she was 25, she finally spoke out at a charity auction she’d organised for survivors and it was hands down the scariest thing she’d ever done. but she did it because she wanted to help young girls see that there was always a light at the end of the tunnel. that you’re not defined by your trauma ( she had to tweak a couple facts, such as saying it happened out of town and that the guy got away )

✹ sooo yeah, she’s one tough bitch now. taught herself how to fight and yoo she kicks ass. got a lot of her confidence back and made damn sure she was raising a good boy

✹ there is literally nobody on this earth she loves more than liam and even though he’s 22 now, he’s still very much her baby and her saving grace

bop bop bop there we have it. *hands you a chocolate chip cookie*

connections:

friends

enemies

exes ending on good or bad terms

fwb or past hook ups maybe

someone she councils would be great

her soN liam would be even better. i visualise him as brandon flynn if he could work for you. alternatively, joe keery or dacre montgomery? it’s negotiable

her older brother would be great too

or any mc members who were around at the time her trauma happened

life long besties who would also know the truth whilst everyone else assumed she was some dumb slapper who got knocked up

anything elseeee

#charming.intro #about #TRIGGERS: stated just above the read more - please read them carefully this is some dark stuff

[marzipanandminutiae]

Thoughts on L*ttle W*men 2019, written as I watched it

- This story is jumping around more than Jo and Laurie at the ball - Amy’s ball hair is like a weird puffball at the top/back of her head - What even is the March house after the first party? What even is Marmee doing when she meets Laurie? - NOBODY would behave like that - Not enough trim on anything in Paris - Why am I supposed to care about any of those characters? They haven’t earned the sympathy they’re trying to elicit because we just met all of them - Why is Jo blonde? - Very modern intonations and phrasing - “Huh?” “Okay?” “Listen” used in ways they weren’t back then - HAIR DOWN IN PARTY SCENE - SIDE PARTS ON WOMEN = N O - Flashbacks not always clear - Jo has…leggings? Trousers? Under dress - Florence Pugh has a REALLY deep voice for a preteen - Wrestling? Not something sisters did back then - Lines overlapping too much. No time to land - Layered hair on Marmee and more side parts - Marmee looks like a 1990s teacher - WHY IS AMY’S HAIR UP IN PUBLIC - “Casual sibling violence was not a thing.” -My friend - A lot of these lines are delivered monotone - Aunt March’s outfits are amazing - Aunt March is widowed in the book - Bronson Alcott is being Call’d Out - Actual Adult Amy surrounded by children - WHY MENTION THE LIMES AT ALL AND NOT FOLLOW THROUGH - “Have we hammered home enough the fact that women’s lives sucked, in the least organic way possible?” - Why is Meg not more upset at Laurie bursting in? He’s seeing her LEGS, more or less! - Hannah has a ponytail. Literally. - Meg has…side bangs? - Going to the theatre in pigtail braids. Great. - Amy burning the pages one by one, as a clear adult, makes her seem basically sociopathic - Constantly beating on each other makes the fight with Jo and Amy less impactful - SLOW. DOWN. THE. DIALOGUE. - When it’s not egregious, it’s boring - Breakneck and then n o t h i n g - Princess seams and droopy everything when seeing Meg off to the Moffat’s - NO WAY would Meg show up at a fancy house dressed like that - Wait is this a day party? IN BALL GOWNS? - Okay now it’s night, I guess? - Daisy comes from Margaret (Marguerite). If anyone was wondering. - Certain bits belong in a better movie - Laurie is a dick - We know nothing about John Brooke at this point - 20 YARDS? FOR WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF DRESS? AND FOR FIFTY DOLLARS?! YOU ABSOLUTELY COULD NEVER BUY THAT MUCH FOR $50 - Adult Amy deserves a better movie - I like her studio outfit - KID AMY IS SO SKEEVY - WHAT IS THE HAIR IN THIS MOVIE - Laurie’s so creepy grabbing Amy’s face - May Alcott really did cast her foot in plaster. It’s at Orchard House - I’m so bored - Why does everyone love this - I love Amy’s dress at Aunt March’s house. Thank gods she doesn’t talk much in that scene so we can pretend she’s like 13. - Amy’s Paris dresses are still wildly under-trimmed - All these adult women are doing housework in fire-intensive settings with their hair mostly down. This is fine. - “OH MY GOD!” W h y would a child in 1860-whatever shout that. - The way this is structured doesn’t let the emotional beats land at all. - The pre-wedding scene deserves a better movie - [Meg puts flower crown on Jo] “Coachella!” -my friend - I’ve danced to the wedding song - Saoirse Ronan in menswear: hot but so, so inaccurate - Laurie sounds drunk all the time - And super-modern - AMY HAS TRIM NOW? BEADWORK? SPARKLES? IN THE FIRST STAGE OF MOURNING? NO? - So many hatless female extras in New York - Jo really, for certain did not want to marry Laurie in the book - Here the video stopped working, but honestly, it’s almost over and I can’t take anymore

Honestly I would hate this less if everyone wasn’t fawning over it so much. It’s not the worst thing ever. It’s also not great. It’s solidly mediocre.

But everyone’s treating it like the gods’ gift to women’s history and period dramas for some reason? Which is making me way harsher on it out of frustration .

#rant #period drama #the 1994 one is still the only one I acknowledge

[polygamyff]

56. Part 3

Reign is awake and she is fully feeling how I am feeling, where the hell am I “you don’t want any more Mi Amor?” I asked but she shook her head “ok, papa will put it away” I knew to look after Reign myself because Robyn is busy with her family and they are showing her lots of pictures, she is happy so I am happy “I will take it for you, I will clean it” Daphne said “oh thank you” she took Reign’ bowl from me “we can’t be grumpy now Mi Amor, we need you to be happy. You had a lot of sleep did you not?” I said to her, she is sat on the couch pouting staring at Robyn across from us, she is not amused “fine, ignore me” my phone buzzed on the couch, picking my phone up seeing Robyn has posted on Instagram, the hell has she posted at this moment in time. Sitting back on the couch as I unlocked my phone to check what she posted. The image loaded, it’s a picture of what I think of is Rell about Reign’ age. Scrolling down to the caption ‘My dad has the same smile as my daughter, family genes strong’ she is really into this “I hope this baby is a mini me Reign, I can’t be dealing with nobody looking like me” Reign started to climb up on me while holding my shoulder, liking the post “dada!” Reign screamed in my ear “huh” moving my head away from her, she all in my ear just screaming “what is it?” she pointed at the little girl that was originally sleeping here “that is baby, you not like baby” she is just staring at her, it’s like she got issues with her “that is my daughter” Arabella shouted over “oh right, Reign this is your cousin” Daphne bought back Reign bowl “thank you” taking it from her “look at you, Rell had one just like that” she pointed at Reign’ bracelet “you are so sweet, hello” Reign put her head down “I mean, least she is not crying” she could have cried “does she cry a lot? Rell didn’t has a child” shaking my head “she doesn’t cry, unless she doesn’t feel safe then yes she will cry and do the most but she is a pretty good girl, she will let you know if she is unhappy” Daphne is dying to touch her but Reign is just not looking, she refuses to look “this is your family Reign, she will get over it, I promise you. Being a little shy aren’t you” I didn’t think Reign would be shy at all but clearly she is “hello, sorry for the late arrival” Wesley walked in “oh wow, I am so pleased to see Robyn, Maurice” Wesley got his hand out to me, shaking his hand “hello queen, awww hello” Reign grabbed me “she is being shy, she will get over it” I chuckled as I held Reign “they are nice” I think she is being grumpy.

Robyn is totally in her zone, I mean she has walked off with Reign in the stroller and I am here still just locking the car door, pulling at the handle before walking off. They are going to the cemetery which personally, I don’t want to go but I guess it is, what it is. Robyn looking like she is running a Latino mob, the whole damn family are going, and this neighbourhood is scary, I don’t care it is “Maurice, come!” Wesley shouted, he remembers me at least “thank you for waiting for me” I said laughing “well I can’t leave you behind, it’s not your neighbourhood now” letting out an oh “would I get shot or something?” I have to ask; I mean what the hell “not so much but they are very territorial, but you are with us so nothing will happen. It’s a different life here, you got to do anything to stay alive. This is why I know my family did bad things but it’s no good and it’s hard for us, you have to do anything to live. When Rell died everything was war, we had to forgive, we had to say we did because we had to stop the fighting and killings. It is a different life here” nodding my head looking at Wesley “but don’t be scared, I can see it on your face because we have got you. I promise” do I give it away that much “you think Robyn is happy? Is she happy she met us?” he asked “yes, I think she felt lost when her step father kind of disowned her, she felt hurt by it. I think this and hearing stories about Rell is really helping her. She is so happy; I mean she is forgetting me” I pointed at myself laughing “I don’t think she will forget you” I sound like a spoilt brat now.

I didn’t really want to come here; I didn’t want to see such a thing. I mean why do you, it just scares me because of my own dad but here we are “you keep it so clean, Rell Romano” Watching Robyn as she said “what a shame, Robyn Romano would have sounded better. I feel bad because I never bought flowers now, god” Robyn moved back as she fanned her face “hey” shuffling closer to her “come here” hugging Robyn “it’s just sucks that I can’t actually see him, when I actually feel like I am home and I didn’t with Thomas’ family, then god did this to me. It’s unfair” Robyn sobbed out, my poor baby is hurting “I know” Daphne stood next to Robyn crying and rubbing her back “but you know if he was here, he would super proud of you Robyn. Your grandparents say it, they are right. He does live on because he got you” Robyn moved her head back “please don’t cry, he would love you. We do love you” Daphne said “it just hurts more to see that, I knew it would be hard but to see that. But to know how much he was loved, I kind of feel sad that I don’t know him. Thomas did a good job but to see my real father and to see him in me, it hurts. I have never felt welcomed in Thomas’ family like I thought at all, I shrugged it off. All those years and I missed out” Robyn is getting me emotional now “but it’s not too late, we here now” Daphne said “you are” Robyn strained out, placing my arm around Robyn “do you think he would be happy that he had a daughter first?” she asked “oh yes, oh god. Yes, he would be. I am just so in love with you Robyn, he would be in love with you. I love all my kids, but he was my baby. My last baby, and you’re my grand baby from my baby, I love you” Robyn sobbed out crying and so did Daphne, Wesley and I just looked at each other.

Watching Reign carefully pick up a leaf from the grass, she is so careful with it though making sure she didn’t fall “oh wow, what do you have there Mi Amor” Reign held it up “is that a leaf baby” crouching down to her, Reign made her way over to me. The little girl is really wanting to interact with Reign, it makes me think how does Reign be nice with other children at child care “can I have it” holding my hand out, Reign placed the leaf in my hand. I do wonder what Reign will be like with a new sibling actually “what is your name?” I asked, she seems a little older then Reign, I would say about four “she is four and her name is Mia” Arabella said “oh wow, what a beautiful name for a beautiful little girl” she waved at me “awww come here, Reign doesn’t bite. I mean she can but she is nice” Mia walked over to me slowly smiling “I think she likes you” Arabella said, Mia opened her arms “aww you want a hug, ok” opening my arm up as I hugged her, I looked over at Reign and it’s like I swore at her and treated her badly “awww that is a nice hug, I like your dress pretty” I grinned, she is very pretty, Reign is staring at me with hate “come here” reaching over to grab Reign’ arm but she moved back and then fell back onto her butt which then gave her the option to cry “oh no” getting up from my position “what is that all about, come here” picking her up, Reign is kicking and crying “stop that” wrapping my arms on her legs as I held her “you can’t do this, what is this behaviour Mi Amor. She is nice” hugging Reign as she cried out “aww bless her, she doesn’t want to share her dad” Arabella said “I know, well she will need too soon. Sshhh, come on” kissing Reign’ cheek “I love you, come on” she is such a brat.

The little girl wanted to hold my hand also with Reign on the other side, I don’t think she has noticed “you are always somehow attracted girls huh?” Robyn said, looking up at Robyn “oh you remember me now, uh yeah. I don’t know how but yeah; they are just attracted to me. Reign had a full blown fit over it too, but she is ok, I think. How are you feeling now?” we have been here for a while now “ok, we are going back now. You want to come with mommy” Robyn said to Reign, she didn’t care but too busy looking at her shoes “she is ok” I smiled at Robyn “we will talk later, lots of things going on. Sorry” nodding my head understanding the situation, Robyn walked off. Seeing one of the family members show off his gun. My eyes bulged out, did he do that to me but he is not looking at me “uhhh” I said to myself, who the hell and why the hell he got a gun “I see you have made good friends with my grandchild, do you like your uncle?” Wesley pointed at me “is it normal for your family members to have guns?” I had to ask “it is, for protection. You know the name doesn’t leave you, it’s just for protection. That is it, we are a close family. No harm to you or anyone” nodding my head, I mean I have to believe him “Queen, can I now touch you?” Wesley said to Reign as he crouched down in front of her “oh wow, what pretty shoes you have” Wesley laughed, and Reign slightly smiled “can I hug you? Yes?” Wesley held his arms out “you go to him Mi Amor, go on” Wesley picked her up anyways “oh wow, you really are so pretty” Wesley smiled at Reign, she is not crying so that the main thing.

We ended up back in the front yard of the home, they are continuing the barbeque, but I just want to go home. Reign is now allowing little Mia to touch her; I feel a little out of place but maybe it is just me “you want some drink?” Daphne asked me “uh no, I am ok” I am very thirsty but I am not down to just sit and eat anywhere but Robyn on the other hand, she is sitting on those steps and eating and drinking, my baby is in there what is she doing “but you not drink or eat, we have bottled water?” I feel bad “I don’t drink, but if you can get me a bottle water. I will take that, thank you” feeling a tap on my leg, looking down “she so little” Mia’ tiny little voice, it makes my heart fall “she keep falling” she pointed at Reign “yes, she is new to this walking game. But she good, she keeps getting up” Mia ran over to Reign “come on” she helped Reign to get up, I can see two daughters now. Oh my god, this is too cute. I can see it, Reign looked at her hands “dada” she lifted her hand “what is it” walking over to her “aww it’s ok, little green on your hands” wiping the grass from her hand “so you Robyn’ husband? I am Leo Romano; Wesley is my uncle. This is all the Romano family” he pointed at these very rough guys “yes I am” everyone seems to assume I am already married to Robyn “welcome family” shaking his hand “crazy right? Who would have thought, Rell a daughter. We are the same age, Rell and I, I miss him but it’s amazing to see this. So is that your car” he pointed at the Bentley “uhm, I hired it. It’s not my car at all” I shook my head “you treat Robyn good; you seem a good guy. She is precious, speaking to her she is one of us. She is happy with you, live in New York right?” nodding my head “good, we just met but you seem like a good man” smiling at him “I saw a gun on you, why?” I am just intrigued to know “you showed it off, I just saw. I am sure you caught me looking” Leo laughed “I did, you have too Maurice. Nobody can fuck with my family, you see around you. It’s not the Hollywood hills, they not scared. I have changed but you will need to be strapped, safety first. We all are Robyn’ uncles we got her” I feel like Leo is telling me he will kill me if I upset Robyn, I just let out an oh.

Daphne came with my water “thank you” it was nice of her “you sure you don’t want any food?” shaking my head “I am ok thank you” opening the bottle of water, I smiled at Reign because she clocked me, whatever is mine is hers “you want some water?” holding the bottle up “come on then” Reign made her way over to me as I crouched down “come here Mi Amor” Reign will have anything I am having, she just makes me laugh. Reign doesn’t really drink from a bottle so this will be awkward, like I said the water was on the floor and her face “is that what you wanted?” Reign frowned at me licking her lips “you go play now?” she walked off, she got what she needed. Drinking from the bottle as I got up from my position “so what do you do?” Leo asked, I mean a question I am not sure to say or lie about but lying has got me in shit with a lot of things and they are family I guess “erm, I erm” looking at Leo, then seeing the rest of the boys come along behind him “this is family, this Maurice. Robyn’ husband” they didn’t smile, accepted but not smile “so what you saying family?” Leo said hitting my shoulder “I own Davenport hotels” I admitted, he pointed at me “oh you rich? Oh, you own hotels, that is amazing” I laughed a little “can I borrow him?” Robyn said, now she remembers me “yes, you take him. I like him” Leo pointed, I just want to go and not come back. I have people around the car, like that is not good.

Robyn and I stood in the corner where we can still see Reign from here playing “I looked up and I see your face, what is wrong? Don’t you feel safe? What is it?” stuffing my hands in my pockets “no, not that. I am ok, just looking around and things, you’re happy though. I am glad to see it, how is it going?” I am not really able to talk to Robyn because they are all on it “I am ok, I am very happy, but we will talk later, stand with us. Don’t stand there alone, put Reign in the stroller” looking behind me “but them kids are literally jumping on the car? I have my cards in there too” Robyn looks like she wants to laugh at me “you have been so hidden from life, just tell them to get off? Or be nice and say don’t climb on the car, don’t be so scared” taking in a deep breath “forget it” walking off towards Reign “Maurice, come on now” it’s annoying because she thinks I am a little bitch, maybe I am but this is not me “come here Reign-Texas” picking up “your hair is a mess baby, what is happening with this” now I feel I have a point to prove “Maurice” walking off towards the car, I will do what she wants me to do. I am in this dreadful area and people are carrying guns for bad reasons, it’s crazy “this is not us Reign, really not us” walking across the street “is this your car?” the very kid on my damn car said “you damn right it is my car, you need to get off the car too” Robyn saying I am scared when I am not, I just don’t want the drama “this is white too, who going to pay for the marks” the kid got off my car, frowning at him “it’s nice” he said “yeah, just play somewhere else thanks” I don’t want the bill for the damage either.

Stood with Reign in my arms while Robyn really gets herself involved with her family, she loves it but I am hungry and I don’t want to eat here, I am actually not amused Robyn fed my baby that in her stomach “you was asking, the reason why I am not drinking but it’s because I am pregnant” Robyn said, Daphne gasped “oh my god” she hugged Robyn “that is so good” the family cheered “congratulations” Kiano said to me “thank you” I smiled “oh Wesley, she is having another baby. We got Reign and now this” Daphne and Wesley hugged “and I can’t invite everyone but when I get married I promise to invite you, the ones I can. I am so happy; I feel so wanted. I have my family with me” I am about hungry as shit right now, but I need to accept this, I need to accept this lifestyle they live but, I won’t be coming here again. They can come to us, I just don’t feel comfortable “you are most welcome here, my door is open for you all. Remember that, Wesley lives just down the block. We got you” Robyn smiled, she is so happy “I am so happy for you both so much, oh my” smiling at Daphne, she is emotional again “but I do need to go now, Reign will be needing a bath and sleep but I promise we will see each other again” Robyn got up from the step, I am so happy that we are leaving because I need to go.

I groaned out having the first bite of the Wendys chicken burger “I have been so damn hungry” I complained “clearly” Robyn said, she is a little quiet with me but I am enjoying this too much “I need another burger, my god. This is not good for me; I need to be healthy but my god” I need to go through the drive thru again and buy another burger “they literally made burgers at the home?” I knew that was coming “they did but I mean, it was out in the open. I wasn’t feeling it” shaking my head “you think they are not clean because they are from a poor neighbourhood? I am not rich either, I have money, but you are just ridiculous. It really looked like you hated everything about it” I mean I knew this was coming “I was hungry and second of all you damn right, I don’t sit and wait at a poor area. I don’t, it’s common knowledge. I don’t buy my own shit, I don’t make my own food, hell. I never been to these stores you go too, that is not me Robyn. I try all this for you but you sat there all annoyed at me, I am a fucking billionaire, what do you want? I can’t fake something I am not, that is not me. I can’t do it, maybe I haven’t lived but my dad made sure I was shielded because I had the money to do so. And I didn’t feel safe there at all, I wasn’t even sure to tell them I owned Davenport hotels, but I did, I didn’t want to lie. I was uncomfortable, take it as you like and no I won’t just eat from there” she can have a face on with me all she wants, I don’t care “I went there and I won’t go back, the end” she is giving me indigestion, putting the car in drive. I want to take her ass home, I can’t even deal.

I can finally feel safe, I am glad to be out of that area. Placing my drink in the holder seeing Isla calling, answering the call from the dash “Hola familia, how are you?” I am shocked she is calling me “Maurice, hello. I am ok and I wanted to tell you, I am in California. Part of the business, I am coming to the event. It’s just me, but the hotel is fully booked I mean this is on you. But I am here and in a AirBnB if you want to meet up for breakfast?” I cooed out “that is good, you should have said before I could have got you in there and I have just ate so I will do breakfast with you. I am glad you are here actually. We have a lot to discuss, where is the other one. Elena? She drove me crazy” I laughed “she wanted to come but I can’t deal with her, just me but you need to show me around America. This is my third time here. My speciality is Europe you know that” turning into the drive just behind Terry’ car, she is back “I know that, well call me I will be awake early with Reign” putting the car in park “I will, bye” disconnecting the call “what?” Robyn is just moody as fuck for nothing too “how can you be angry at my upbringing?” it’s funny “I just think it was rude” shaking my head “they had guns? I mean if you feel secure good for you, not me. Reign and I don’t agree so sulk on your own, I will stay in my palace. I mean I have come here” opening the car door “excuse me?” let me get out of the car “you’re excused” closing the car door. Let me get Reign out of the car “uh no Maurice, I didn’t mean that what was that supposed to mean!?” opening the car door “no, you talk to me. What does that mean, seems like you were pulling low blows about my family home now? This shit just exposed how stuck up your own ass you really are. You don’t care for nothing but yourself and your rich lifestyle, you don’t do anything for anyone because that shit you do to help kids is funded by what again? Oh yes, not your pocket because you found other avenues to get that money, you have so much money that you don’t know what to do with it. I don’t how you even stay here, you’re right. You ain’t about this, your gold throne you sit on” shaking my head sighing out “you’re the one judging me, why would I pay for something out of my pockets when I can get funding elsewhere? Am I that dumb? Rich people don’t lose money, we just get more. I don’t know what you expected from me, you took me to poor, I didn’t like it. I don’t care what you think or feel about it, shit is not happening. Neither me or my daughter will go there, neither will you with that baby inside you” Robyn sniggered “these are my kids too, act like you know Maurice, the way you are speaking to me is not it so tone that shit down. If it weren’t for your dad then you would be where Kellen is, whatever” Robyn walked off “then I would be used to that! What don’t you get!?” I shouted “get!? Not every rich person is like you! My problem is you, your disgust and refusal at everything, act like you know Maurice because I am not rich! This home wasn’t bought cash! It’s called a mortgage, and you pay bills. As long as I am still here I will make sure my daughter! My daughter is a humble person” Robyn pointed at me “you will be here longer then I will be babe” Robyn put a finger up at me as she made her way to the home.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction

[midoriyaizukustan-inactive]

MHA Song Analysis - “Holy” by PVRIS

so i was listening to this song and it gave me massive todoroki family vibes lmao

anyway!! i got encouragement from fran (thank u fran) so its time to go off

i will leave a read more for those of u who dont wanna see me yell tho uwu

this is the song: https://youtu.be/rfrFT_3GP4A

SO i will be using genius lyrics as a ref for the lyrics so if u would like to double-check me on anything, u can do so using the same source

also for this analysis, we are going with the theory that dabi is todoroki touya just for simplicity’s sake

ALSO there are some manga spoilers in here so be careful!! it’s nothing too major or anything but there are instances discussed here that have not yet happened in the anime, so just a warning

w that let’s begin hoho

“youve got it all” “you” in this context is endeavor (who will be referred to as “enji” for the rest of this) and the rest of the line is obvious then; he’s got it all in the sense that he’s a successful, rich pro hero; he has a wife and kids and his own agency; when/if he retires, he could do so comfortably; he has a world-renowned, powerful quirk; he’s got looks and fans and everything

“but youve got it all wrong” despite everything enji has, he doesn’t treat it right at all. obviously he’s abusive as fuck towards his family, and negligent to natsuo and fuyumi once shouto comes along. he’s not satisfied with his place because he doesn’t get to have the number one next to his name. nothing is enough for him; his fatal flaw is envy, and it consumes him to an absolutely absurd degree

“now you dont know you’re a poor unfortunate soul” as previously mentioned, enji’s fatal flaw is envy. it fucks with him so severely that he can’t be happy with what he has, and instead stews in hate towards all might and the bitterness of “what-ifs”. thus, he’s a “poor unfortunate soul”

“oh i know/you make it seem that you feel whole/so they don’t know you’re a poor unfortunate soul” so even though enji is clearly a bit unstable and will never be satisfied or happy with what he has, he has to hide that fact; we see this particularly with his interactions with all might. he is venomous towards him, yes, but he will never let all might know that he’s jealous of him. we see this pattern of behavior echoed in shouto in the sports festival and dabi

“you put on a faith facade/think you’re holy when you’re not” the “faith facade” is enji pretending to feel accomplished with what he’s done, when he clearly isn’t. the “think youre holy when you’re not” refers to enji’s tendency to not see or not admit when he’s wrong. at least until his fight with the nomu leading to introspection, enji did not see any error in his ways. he was fine with using a woman solely for the children she could potentially bear, he was fine with neglecting the children that weren’t “good enough” in his eyes (natsuo and fuyumi), and he was perfectly fine with overworking the children that did meet his standards (shouto and dabi), which supposedly led to one’s death (touya/dabi)

“i hate to break it to you, baby/but you’re simply lost” could be seen as words dabi is telling enji during the nomu fight. shouto, fuyumi, and natsuo have no doubt thought this as well, though, and shouto and natsuo have said things that are equivalent to this (shouto when he told enji he would use him as a stepping stone to be a good hero and natsuo’s recent blowing up about touya’s “death” and enji’s parenting)

“you can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong” these are words natsuo definitely said to enji during their most recent interactions. shouto and dabi echo this sentiment, though, with how they interact with enji. its a very sarcastic and bitter line about not being able to just let what enji has done slip by

“but simply calling out sins don’t bring you closer to god” “calling out sins” is enji’s abuse towards his children and otherwise living through them, particularly shouto, and “bring you closer to god” in this context would mean enji reaching his goals. this is a sentiment all the todorokis feel, but particularly shouto, as enji honed in on him for years and shouto had no way of getting away from him until ua

“youre just a ghost at most/a set of empty bones” i feel as if this is a sentiment all the todorokis feel currently: enji because he’s finally realizing all he’s done wrong and doesn’t quite know how to cope with that; shouto because he’s trying to see himself as anything other than enji’s tool; natsuo because he wants to be more than the abuse enji inflicted on him, but it’s hard bc he can’t let go of touya’s “death”; dabi because he’s completely warped as a person from who he used to be and can’t reach out to his mom or siblings; fuyumi because she most likely has doubts about her feelings/lack of anger towards enji, even though her brothers are all angry with him in some form or fashion; and even rei, because she was changed as a person from enji’s abuse and hurt her own child because of it, and she must deal with the guilt of that

“searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole” this is a reference to how the todoroki’s are trying to cope with what is making them feel like a ghost. enji is reaching out to his kids, shouto is connecting with his friends and midoriya, natsuo is honest about his feelings to enji himself, dabi has a new family/group he connects with, fuyumi stands her ground bc her feelings are her own and shouldnt be swayed by what others are thinking, and rei is in a much better headspace now that she’s away from enji

“when it gets cold, oh, oh, oh” “when it gets cold” means when their struggles get particularly hard. examples of this: enji during the nomu fight, shouto during the sports festival, natsuo during the attack in recent manga chapters and the following conversation with enji, when dabi “dies”/runs away, and when rei hurt shouto. i cant think of a specific example for fuyumi right now, but you get the idea

“you dont know/no you dont know/oh you’re all alone/you poor unfortunate soul” i feel this line relates solely to enji and halfway with dabi, as shouto, natsuo, fuyumi, and rei all have each other and others that help them with being “unfortunate souls”. enji and dabi, on the other hand, only have themselves -- enji because he’s too prideful and also has no one left in his corner after his years of abuse, and dabi because he hasn’t told the league his past (yet), thus he certainly hasn’t talked about this at all

“you can’t control/where your body lets you go/oh you’re all alone/you poor unfortunate soul” i think this line, in particular, is dabi’s, as depending on which “dabi is touya” theory you’re looking at, he was kidnapped by ujiko to be made into a nomu that kinda failed/kinda succeeded, therefore he literally had no control where his body let him go. however, dabi in general didn’t have much choice, or probably felt he didn’t; he couldn’t stand to be with enji any longer, and it quite literally would have killed him if his scars are anything to go by. so he left, and ended up on the path of villainy. he didn’t choose that necessarily, it was just how the cards were played

“and you say that i’ve got it all wrong” “you” is enji and “i[’ve]” is shouto. this is before and during the sports festival. enji is still at his worst, shouto is trying to spite him/separate himself from him, and enji hates shouto for that, thus, he says shouto has it all wrong to not use his quirk/be obedient

“cause you just know im a poor unfortunate soul” enji knows and is the cause of shouto’s fucked up upbringing, so this line is kind’ve a bitter acknowledgment of that

“but there’s no way that there’s weight in the words that you preach/when you’re claiming your faith and you contradict your speech” shouto’s pov one again; he can’t take enji seriously in addition to not wanting to be like him because of enji’s obvious issues with envy. enji tells him to be proud of his fire, and yet clearly enji isn’t even satisfied with it as he can’t beat all might with flames alone. thus, shouto has resentment towards the irony of this, which this line attests to

“so i sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek/i know that when you sit and pray you’re only praying for keeps” shouto has no choice but to listen to enji’s hypocrisy, at least until the dorm system at ua is put into place the “praying” in this aspect can mean a couple different things; enji’s talks to the public, talks to shouto, or talks to all might. “praying for keeps” in these contexts, then, are: “just want to keep his hero ranking high”, “wants to live through shouto’s success because he’s unhappy with his own life”, and “wants to one-up all might in anything possible, from demeanor to supposed satisfaction to pride to legacy, etc”

chorus (“cause you’re a ghost...[...]unfortunate soul” bit) once more

“you’re shallow and empty and filled with regret” arguably all the todorokis feel this way. they all have things they regret at this point and all feel the emptiness that comes when there is a void in what is supposed to be a family. enji in particular has been shallow for a long time and still has issues with that.

“i think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck” the “cross” in this context is the weight that the todorokis each feel about what expectations they think they have to live up to/what worries them. obviously all the todoroki kids had/have the pressure to live up to enji’s expectations, but to get more precise: shouto and natsuo have the need to be more than “endeavor’s kids” on their chests, and shouto additionally has the pressures that come with being a hero course student; fuyumi has the dilemma of if she’s being too forgiving or not (and how that affects her loved ones) on her chest; dabi has the knowledge that he left behind his siblings and mother on his chest; enji has regret and dissatisfaction with his whole life on his chest; rei has the regret of what she did to her kids and the horrors of living with enji on her chest.

“you only wear cause you’re wary of what comes next after your death” why the todorokis hold on to their aforementioned “crosses”? they hold on bc its important to them that they carry reminders of who/what they want to be, or because they regret or are unsure of certain decisions, or because of nostalgia and a desire that things were different

“dont think i didn’t notice” this can be an outside perspective, but particularly im thinking midoriya because he’s met almost all of the todorokis now and has seen them at lows. very low lows in fact. thus,,,it can’t escape notice however it can also be the todorokis acknowledge the trauma and guilt that each other has; “takes one to know one” sort of thing

“dont think i didn’t notice/dont think i didn’t know/you’re just a po-o-o-or, poor unfortunate/so-o-o-oul, poor unfortunate/oh, oh, oh, oh poor unfortunate/so-o-o-oul, poor unfortunate” this line is kind’ve incoherent which is why i think it fits all of the todoroki’s thoughts; this is all of them thinking over each other about themselves and about the rest of their family

“and you’ve got it all/you’ve got it all wrong/no you’ve never known, known, known, known/you’re a poor unfortunate soul” once again, this is the todoroki’s thoughts overlapping each other, except these thoughts are exclusively about each other and not themselves

“dont think i didnt notice” definitely this is where the outside party comes in, at least for everyone but enji and dabi, as they have others that are there for them and they can talk to. as for enji and dabi, this line is still them thinking about the others

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[thecleverdame]

Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam meets Y/N at her brother's funeral and finds a life he didn't know he could fit into.

Warnings: Death of a sibling, death of a child, smut, fluff

Beta:  @ilikaicalie

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They roll into town just as fall is turning the forest bronze on the east coast. It’s a picturesque New England town, charming stores along the main street and townsfolk preparing for the last tourist invasion of the year. All while the trees fight to keep their tresses in the nippy autumn sky.

171 W. Bluebell Lane

The Kingston house looks like a brick castle that should be made of gingerbread and gumdrops. It’s a three-story colonial house, framed by a white picket fence and moated by way of a well-manicured lawn.

“Places like this always freak me out.” Dean laments, pulling at the knot of his tie.

Sam just chuckles.

Sam dreamed of growing up in a home like this. As a boy he imagined stable, safe families eating well-balanced meals together in ghoul-free dining rooms across America. Those dreams faded quickly as his dad tossed him a box of hostess cupcakes into the back seat of the Impala.

They have to park a couple blocks away. There’s a steady stream of black-clad mourners making their way up the front walk. Sam’s glad they wore the suits, Dean fought for something more casual but this seems more appropriate.

Sam wishes they would have brought a casserole or flowers. Anything to help him feel more reverent. They’ve been to plenty of wakes before, but the ones for children are always the worst - they make his gut ache.

There’s a larger-than-life picture of the kid set up in the living room. A cheerful five-year-old boy smiling wide and full of life.

He doesn’t want to be there. It’s been months of close quarters and hard motel mattresses. He and Dean are brothers, nothing will break that bond, but they both need to get the fuck away from each other. Sam’s had a dull headache for a week now, a tender throb in his temple he thinks he might be able to sooth if he could just get a moment to himself, just an elusive moment of silence.

Dean wanders off into the sea of somber faces and Sam makes his way into the backyard to check things out. It’s a cold blustery day, the wind is rattling the chains on the empty swing set, making a metal on metal clank that strikes a chord, like a tolling bell for mortality.

Sam shakes off the chill and sits down on the picnic table, taking a moment for himself. It’s a delicious second of peace he typically doesn’t snag, that is until she bursts out the back door. She almost trips down the steps, sniffling and dabbing at her nose with a kleenex as she steadies herself on the iron railing.

She’s wearing a frilly little dress, something that a younger girl might wear for a birthday party, except this one is all black.

By the time she notices Sam, she’s already barreling in his direction. She looks hesitant but sits down beside him anyway. He thinks she’s probably a knock out when her nose isn’t leaking like a sieve and red-raw from crying. She rubs bloodshot eyes with her thumb and index finger before wiping at her nose.

“Hey,” she whispers, giving him a good once-over as she tugs at the hem of her dress. The skirt is too short, doing a less than adequate job of covering her legs. She’s tall and her long legs are bare and he can see the tiny goosebumps on her thighs. He forces himself to look her in the face.

“I’m Sam.” He offers gingerly.

“Y/N.” She forces a smile that quickly breaks as she bursts into tears.

“Are you okay?” Sam frowns, instantly regretting the question. He’s nervous, that hasn’t happened in a while.

“No, I’m not okay. I’m a fucking mess.” She stops to wipe tears off her rosy cheeks. It hits Sam like a ton of bricks; she’s the older sister, the person they came to talk to.

She’s the one who was there when the kid, her brother, died.

Dean showed him a photo of her yesterday but it must have been old because he wasn’t prepared for this breathtaking woman who’s falling apart in front of him.

“I don’t want to go back in there,” she hiccups, looking at the house. Shaking her head, rogue tears slide from the corner of her eye.

“I wouldn’t either,” he confides.

“It’s so damn cold out here, move a little closer.” She commands and Sam doesn’t know what to make of her when she raises his arm up and wriggles against his side, laughing through tears. “I’m usually not this confident, you must think I’m a nut job.”

“It’s fine, it is cold out…you’re dealing with a lot. I think you get a free pass for this one.” He shrugs, letting his armrest gently on her shoulders.

“I’m gonna miss him so much.” She wrings her hands, her face crumpling in that nasty way when there’s too much pain as her cheeks blush even rosier. “This hurts so bad,” she whispers as if it stings to talk and then sobs into her hands so relentlessly that eventually, she doubles over.

One of her legs is pressed against his thigh, a naked soft leg that he wants to reach out to touch.

She sniffles.

He feels like a tactless pervert.

Sam stays with her until the tips of his ears go numb. He thinks about how much it hurt when he lost Dean. That raw throbbing in his chest he was convinced would kill him (for a while he wished it had). He wants to help her but it’s better to not get involved. They won't be around that long.

Sam tells her he’s a private investigator. She nods but he can see she doesn’t give two shits about anything other than her own nauseating grief.

The wind picks up and Sam’s so cold he shakes, teeth chattering his skull. She pulls away and he assumes she’s about to apologize for keeping him outside. Instead her eyes narrow and she groans. “I’m gonna puke.”

Jogging towards the house she offers one final glance back at him as she opens the back door. “Thanks, Sam!”

--

She’s not at the funeral. Dean stays there and Sam goes to find her.

Sam wanders on the front lawn of her parent's house for a half hour, stomping dead leaves and trying to determine exactly what’s wrong with him that he can’t bring himself to knock on the door like a normal person.

He’s done this a thousand times before.

After watching him pace back and forth through fallen leaves like a lumbering giant Y/N opens up the front door and calls out to him. “What are you doing?”

He tells her the truth. Tells her he came back to check on her, that he can’t stop thinking about her pain. She looks significantly better than the day before, but her eyes are still red and lips chapped. And she’s still holding onto a box of  Kleenex like it might save her life.

--

Sam sits next to her on jack-o-lantern sheets in Wes’ bedroom. She explains that he loved Halloween. He watches her as she traces one of the pumpkins on his child size pillow. Dragging the pillow into her lap she presses her face into it.

“It still smells like him,” she whispers.

“Y/N...what exactly happened?”

She doesn’t hesitate.

“He wanted me to read to him in the pile of leaves we raked in the front yard. Wes was nuts about this one book, The House of Boo, his favorite. So he sat in my lap and we read and then he just kinda, slumped back into me. I thought he was cuddling at first or maybe he fell asleep. They told me his heart just…stopped”

“Oh, God.” Sam murmurs. “I’m so sorry.”

“I never thought I’d have a little brother, no one did. I mean, I’m almost twenty years older…”

Sam could tell her, but it’s better than she never knows what actually happened to Wes. There’s no reason to tear her world apart.

When he leaves that day he’s prepared to say his goodbyes and walk away for good. But she calls to him down the driveway.

“Can I see you again?”

-

Sam sees Y/N more or less every night for a month. After a couple of days she starts crying less and talking more. They go to dinner, to the movies, to the bookstore. It’s boring and normal and Sam loves every second of it.

She’s charming and delicate and witty. She makes him laugh. She’s holding his hand while she dances and sings in the isle at the midnight viewing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

She’s a terrible choice for his life, she’s afraid of everything; spiders, big dogs, horror movies, meteorites hitting the earth. He can’t help but feel a thrill run up his spine when she walks closer to him at night, finding a warm, safe place at his side, under his arm.

--

When she works up the nerve to sleep in her own house for the first time since her brother died, Sam stays with her. They spend most of the night in the kitchen talking about tv shows from their childhood and where they’d travel if they could go anywhere in the world.

“My grandmother left me this house,” she smiles softly sitting next to him at the dining room table. “When I first moved in it felt like coming home.”

“It doesn’t anymore?”

Sam’s ears perk up when she tells him she thinks it’s haunted.

“It’s strange, Wes loved it here, he’d spend every Friday night with me. Sam...I still see him sometimes, I know it sounds crazy but when I was here yesterday it’s like I could feel him. And I have these dreams, vivid fucking dreams that I swear are real. “You probably think I’m nuts, huh?”

“You never know.” He nods. “But I don’t think you’re nuts.”

She’s got this happy, tired grin on her face when Sam kisses her for the first time. Just the press of his lips, unobtrusive and sweet.

She laughs against his mouth, pulls away and laughs out loud.

“I’m sorry,” shaking her head she reaches for his hand. “You just make me really happy Sam, that’s all. I haven’t felt like it was ok to be happy for a long time.”

“I know what you mean.” He leans in to kiss her again and this time he laughs too.

--

It’s late, they’d been to a movie and had a few drinks and end up making out on her front porch like teenagers. Sam unceremoniously dry humps her, the two of them fully clothed as he grinds the bulge in his pants between her legs.

“Take me inside.” She pants, his mouth sealing over hers before she can even finish.

“You sure you want me to stay?” He double checks, big, warm thumbs rubbing over both her cheeks.

“I’m sure.”

They make it as far as the living room couch.

Sam paws at her jeans, yanking her panties off right along with them. She’s still standing when he drops to his knees and buries his head between her legs.  

She makes these little sounds, moaning his name with a fist full of his hair as he tongues her clit.

“Sam,” she tugs at his hair, bringing him back up to kiss her.

She’s breathless and the sound of his name coming from her mouth is something he’s imagined for a while. He slides his tongue into her mouth, swallowing whimpers as she tastes herself on his mouth.

Sitting him on the couch, she takes a condom and rolls it on his swollen erection before crawling into his lap. Sam just watches, making little grunts of approval when she reaches for his cock, wrapping her hand around the shaft as she presses the throbbing head of his cock against her hot, wet little pussy. She screws her eyes shut, soft hands grasping at his shoulders as she sinks down on him so slowly, inch by inch until her resolve falters and she sinks down, taking him all the way into her belly.

Her whole body moves up and down as she fucks herself on his cock, kissing him desperately.

“Oh God, Sam,” she moans as he pulls at her hips, holding her place. Sam can feel her stretched wide open, the most delicate part of her shivering on his cock. All he has to do is look down to get an eye full of her slick cunt stuffed full. They both start to move, Sam fucking up into her with the soft slap of their bodies coming together.

Between kisses, she says his name again and again, like a mantra while her curvy little hips work back and forth on his dick. Sam fucks her faster, watching her tits bounce, nipples grazing his chest as her pussy takes every inch.

Without a second of hesitation, he lifts her off his cock, ignoring her protest as he spreads her open underneath him and eases his cock back inside. His rhythm grows faster, skin smacking skin with every stroke. He doesn’t say a word that first time, just listens to his own grunts, her pants and the pornographic sounds of sex that seem obscenely loud. It takes everything in him to stay on task, every ounce of self-control not to come like a kid on prom night before she’s satisfied.

She comes around him, shaking like a one-woman earthquake under the weight of his body. Sam follows right behind her, coming with his face pressed into her neck, making embarrassing desperate sounds.

Sam holds her, soft nude thighs laying over his hips. He whispers things he knows he shouldn’t say, he tells her that he hasn’t wanted anyone as much as he wants her.

He almost tells her about Jess.

When he wakes up the next morning they’re still on the couch. The absurdly thin quilt he pulled off the armchair is barely covering her ass but her sleep-warm body is pressed into his side, calm in the lull of sleep.

Sam thinks he could be happy here in this house with her.

The time comes, as it always does, for he and Dean to move on. Sam is standing on her porch with a backpack slung over his shoulder, trying to find the right words for goodbye when she takes his hand between hers and says the magic word.

“Stay.”

--

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[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU ideas: Brothers in Arms AU

Also on AO3!

TL:DR: Inko and Mistuki are together but Mistuki is dating Masaru for appearances. Izuku and Katsuki are brothers. 

Mitsuki and Inko have been dating since high school and Masaru is their ace/aro beard

"hey antuie Inko? why do you and mum share a bedroom but not dad?" ",,,,, he snores"

Bakugo and Izuku slip up so much when they talk abt their moms

okay okay I’m all for quirk society being all open minded about same sex relationships but for the sake of this au pls consider them being taboo bc no strong quirks r being produced

so like brothers Izuku and Katsuki loving both their moms with all their hearts but not being able 2 tell anyone how amazing it is having two whole moms

they have 2 whole mums and like 1 whole dad

n they end up w 2 more dads cause their teachers are invested

sleepy Bakugo n Izuku trying to count their parents

1,,, 2,,, too many please brother

Bakugo, sleepily but angrily : "tOO ManY"

Masaru being Inko’s cousin or something and the reason katsu and Izu fall out is bc in kindergarten Izuku slipped up and an investigation was conducted so they had to engage, Mitsuki and Masaru

they never got as bad as canon though because I want dumb brothers doing dumbass shit

no nothing will ever be as bad as canon

even Horikoshi didn’t want it to go this far

correct the poor man

when Izu gets OFA he n Bakugo staying behind at school a lot, the parents are worried

it turns out they are doing as much dumb shit as they can

Izu doesn’t tell Bakugo about OFA literally just because Bakugo would be angry if he did

because it'd just be more proof Izu cant keep secrets and he can!! he’s just Very Excited all the time and wants to share

Izuku: gets OFA

Katsuki: "oh god we can never go home again u cant keep ur mouth shut"

Bakugo cheering when they get put in dorms

"the Dumb Bitch cant blab to anyone w/o the rat hearing! thank god!!"

Izuku, trying to hit Bakugo with his whole wardrobe "bitch! You! Told! Kiri! Within! 1! Month!"

Bakugo in tears, "iTS DIFFE R E N T "

Izuku:"nO TF IT AINT

Izuku, who still hasn’t told anyone: "Bitch"

Bakugo, who has told Kirishima about his 2 mothers: tearily "Bitch"

all of 1A: What The Fuck is Wrong with you two

aizawa asking about it, like a fair bit cause hearing "we cant tell them about our parents" whispered between children is Very Concerning

Izuku doesn’t like lying n he is crying which only concerning Aizawa more

"what’s wrong with ur parents?"

"hA HA Nothing our very hetero mother and Father are doing fantastic!!"

Bakugo is trying to drag Izuku out of the classroom while looking concerned and they are Confused

Aizawa, quietly to his husband later:

did they steal a child??? criminals??? abuse?? is Masaru abusive? does Masaru have 2 wives??????? are they abusing the children?????

Aizawa’s husband Mic, long sufferingly: they could just be lesbians Shouta

Aizawa:,,,,,, shit

Aizawa rly creepily coming up to the boys and going “your secret is safe with me”

they r stressed and afraid bc what the fuck is wrong with their homeroom teacher

Izuku n Bakugo: "god please what does he think is happening"

"I thought you were brothers?"

"ha,,??? yes???"

"then why does Bakugo have the quirk/looks of Mitsuki and Masaru and Izuku look like their "friend" Inko? a have a quirk that looks like none of theirs?????"

"Izuku a fucking abomination"

Bakugo n Izuku being lil shits to each other normally but something bad happens and they just kinda stick together like fucking glue

the league ends up kidnapping both of them cause Izuku was holding Bakugo’s hand

Shigiraki: ,,, damn it

Izuku, looking angrier than anyone has ever seen: you fucked up

Bakugo, grinning like a loon: bitch yes you did

pls instead of "don’t come" Bakugo is shrieking "I SWEAR COME FUCKING HOLD MY HAND IM TELLING MOMS ABT THAT TIME U SNUCK OUT TO WATCH AN MA15 ALL MIGHT DOCUSERIES"

they break out over n over again while AFO n Kurogiri keep bringing them back

Shigiraki: you could stop that you know??

Izuku who still has a lot of rage: you could?? god fucking die you know??

Bakugo n Izuku speaking in sign to each other, n someone being like "o sign! cool I can sign too!" n they just stop, n start speaking in nonsense sign bc they are so extra they made up their own sign when they were little

they would be the dumbass siblings who communicate in their own language to piss other people off

please consider someone asking

"your birthdays are like,,, 2 months apart how are you brothers?"

Izuku has a practised response of fake crying while Bakugo yells "he’s fucking adopted you jackass"

"god you’re so insensitive"

every time they have new classes they wait w unrestrained glee for when they get to do that

its best when a teacher asks

mic was the poor man

mIC BURSTING INTO THE TEACHERS LOUNGE S O B B I N G

"SHOUTA IM SO SORRY" "mic what did you do. mic. MIC"

"shOUTA INM SUCH AN INSENSITIVE JACKASS I CANT BELIEVE I SIAD THAT TO IZUKU"

Aizawa, the poor suffering man: :'oh god they got to u too"

Toshi just nods sadly "they got me the second day"

midnight getting war flashbacks

them refusing to tell the other teachers

Nezu does it just so they can pull the act bc he knows how much fun they have

they get a sub for one of their classes and Izuku is vibrating with glee

so they are both Midoriya’s  

just because someone saying the Midoriya doesn’t seem to suit their family as a name

n then, green sheep just wanders into class like "oh ok suits him I guess"

everyone’s just so used to calling them Midoriya and Baku everyone outside 1a and the teachers forgets they’re related

ok but consider Midori and Baku are actually their childhood nicknames for each other

n everyone just thinks he’s Katsuki Baku

"oh,, I thought your last name was baku?"

"1, why one earth would my brother call me by my last name. 2, why would we have different last names?? dumbass"

Kirishima asking Katsuki out like

"Baku, will you go out with me"

"wHIO TF IS BA K U"

Katsuki hiding in Izu's room after this

"he’s so fucking dumb??? I cant date him!! he’s too stupid!!!"

"he’s perfect for you then Kacchan"

Katsuki storming into Izu’s room at random times and like 80% of the time Shinsou is there. they aren’t talking or anything, but Shinsou is camped in front of Izu’s switch

Shinsou doesn’t even turn to look when the door flies open

"get out extra I need 2 talk to my brother"

"perish I’m fighting a boss"

Izu n Shinsou missing a villain attack cause they thought it was Katsuki

everyone evaced, panic looking for them

they go down to the kitchen for lunch, beat up the villain n make sandwiches

Izu giving snacks to the tied up villain

Shinsou has like 30 missed calls and he is Afraid

Izuku, cheerfully calling Bakugo "Shinsou and i made lunch!

Bakugo, about to cry "Izuku what the fuck"

s . a n d w i c h e s

Bakugo, sobbing: "Izuku u could’ve died"

Shinsou, in the distance "bold of you to assume either of us can die"

Shinsou is just the 1A cryptid

he basically only speaks to Izuku n Aizawa

Shinsou standing outside Sero's window, knocking: "w e e d"

Sero, crying : "w ,,, h o are yo u"

#bnha au #brother in arms au #bia au #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #inko midoriya #mistuki bakugo #izuku #deku #bnha #mha #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #aizawa shouta #present mic #eraserhead #hamlet yells

[wykart]

Fifty-one years (and one day) later

Part 2/3 

Read Part 1 or read on (ao3)

Summary: Dave doesn’t die in the war and Klaus has no reason to leave the past. Fifty-one years on and he finds himself back at the time he left the world he knew, now eighty years old. He decides to pay his siblings a visit. 

“Klaus!” He heard Diego calling after him, but he kept his eyes on the pavement in front, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He was sober the vast majority of the time, thank-you-very-much, but times like these, he needed something to take his mind off things. A knife sailed past his ear, whistling as the blade loped off a lock of hair.

He dropped his cigarette in shock, bringing his hand up to his ear. “What the fuck, Diego!”

“You d–d–don’t get to fucking walk away from this!” He turned to see his brother storming down the street, still sporting that ridiculous black leather vigilante get-up. His voice was cracked with threatening sobs as he carved a path through the crowd. People were staring, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Hey, woah there, calm down,” Klaus said, holding his hands out in a stopping motion, “you’re making a scene.”

“Oh yeah, what about the scene you made b–back there, walking in here after w–what – fifty years!” He pushed Klaus’ hands aside.

Klaus chuckled, much to Diego’s despair. “That was pretty good though, you have to admit.” Diego snarled. “Oh ok, fine. But if you do come to my funeral, I want you and Luther to fight just like you did at Dad’s – and no holding back this time. I want blood!” Diego grabbed him by the shoulders. Klaus thought he heard his bones crack. “You wouldn’t choke-slam a poor, frail old man now would you?” He cried, feigning distress. He couldn’t stop laughing, and every bought made Diego all the more furious.

“Stop fucking laughing, you hear me! S–stop!” There were tears in his eyes. Klaus had done it again, he’d gone too far.

“Aww come on Diego, I’m sorry, hey –“ he gave his brother a pat on the shoulder as he crumbled, laying his head on Klaus’ shoulder. “Hey, stop crying bro.” People were definitely staring now. “Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more private,” he said, eyeing the onlookers. Diego nodded and straightened up, trying to hide his tears. Klaus led him away, back along the street to the alley that ran along the side of the academy building. “Hey,” he cried at the amassing crowd, “nothing to see here, move along.”

…

“You feeling better Diego,” Klaus asked, patting his brother on the back. They were leaning against the wall, far from prying eyes. Diego seemed to have gotten over the initial shock of it all, his breathing was deepening, tears drying. He was better, but far from okay. Klaus lit another cigarette, was wasn’t about to do this unaided.

“I should have looked for you, after I busted the motel, I should’ve helped you.”

“Wouldn’t have made any difference, I was long gone by then, there was nothing you could’ve done.”

“Well maybe we could’ve given you a reason to come back.” He looked at Klaus – down now, instead of up, he’d shrunken in on himself in his old age – searching for the remnants of the person he knew from just days prior. The image of the man he’d always seen as his little brother, the one he always had to protect and keep out of trouble, was fading fast. “Would it really have been as easy to come back as Five said?”

“Yeah,” Klaus sighed, not meeting his brother’s eyes, “yeah it would have.”

Diego scoffed, shaking his head. “Then why the hell didn’t you, man?”

“You really wanna know?” He asked, tilting his head up towards the blue strip of sky running above the alleyway. “Okay then,” he sighed, breathing out a puff of smoke. “I fell in love.” Diego chuckled to himself. “No, dude, I’m serious,” he insisted.

“And that was enough –“

“To stop me from coming back to this hell-hole? Sure it was. There was nothing here for me, Diego, I was a junkie, I’d been pouring my life down the gutter since I was thirteen, and I was running on empty.”

“And what about us?” What about me, his eyes said. “Five says the world is ending, do you even care?”

“Oh come on Diego,” he cried, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “you’ve really gotta make this hard for me don’t you. For your information, I didn’t know the world was ending for real, I thought Five was just trying to get me to pretend to be his dad–“

“You did what?”

Klaus shushed him and continued. “– I just came by to give Five his little time machine, maybe tell you what I’d been up to, then let you all get on with your lives in peace.”

“But now –“

“But now apparently the world is ending in three days, which is fine by me I’ve got nothing left to live for, but you…” he trailed off, looking at his brother with sorrow in his eyes.

“You know, to be fair, I don’t have a whole lot going for me either,” Diego shrugged.

“You’ve got a future. Allison’s got her daughter, Vanya has a regular life ahead of her, Luther’s got… well he’s got nothing but we love him anyway. Even Five has some sort of weird old-man-child life of crime on the horizon – and that’s forgetting everyone else on the planet.”

“But you’re not going to help,” Diego finished for him, looking defeated.

“Look, even if I wasn’t eighty and not able to walk ten yards without putting my back out, I’m still useless to you. My power’s only gotten weaker over the years – that’s years of unabided recreational drug use, mind – and even if they hadn’t, how could I possibly help avert some sort of world–crushing cataclysm anyway?”

“I don’t know man, Five seems to think we need everyone together to fight this thing.”

“Well, tell him I’m out. If we only have three days left, I’m going to get high at the graveyard and talk to him one last time.”

“Him?”

“Diego, Diego,” he sighed, “are you seriously that fucking clueless.”

“So you loved him then, for your whole life… I can’t even imagine.” He thought of Eudora, gone now, but never really his. She was right, they never would have lasted even if they had given things another shot.

“Yeah,” he sighed, and Diego watched as his old eyes looked back into his memories, happier days, simpler days. A deep, yearning nostalgia one could only acquire after living through the greatest experiences, and the worst hardships, that life had to offer. “It was wonderful. After the war I moved back to Kansas with him, old country house on a farm and everything. We went out to the city for a while once every year or two, experienced the high-life, but I liked the quiet… less ghosts lurking around.”

“Wait, the war?”

“Yeah, bro, Vietnam.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “That’s incredible, I guess all of dad’s combat training paid off after all.”

Klaus chuckled “yeah, and speaking of, back in ’71 I punched dad in the face so hard he blacked out right there on the street.”

“What, seriously?’ He said, incredulous.

Klaus nodded with pride, “Yeah, man. I just saw him one day walking around outside the academy – before it was even called an academy – and I just thought, you fucking bastard and then – wham!” Klaus mimed punching through the air.

“What did he say?”

“Ow,” he laughed, “he didn’t have time to say much else.”

“What if you’d, like, changed time or something, by punching him in the face?”

“You know, I did think about that after, like what if getting punched in the faced rocked his brains so bad he forgot about his need to purchase seven children and abuse them all their lives.”

“Or it rocked his brains so hard he decided he wanted to do that in the first place.”

“Eesh,” he cringed, "that’s a disturbing thought. My thinking was, he’d probably just lay awake at night wondering who that gangly hippie bastard was that absolutely pounded his ass.”

“Serves him right – god he was a piece of work.” And here they were, complaining about Dad as if they were fifteen again, smoking out the back of the house, finally coming to realise what an asshole Sir Reginald really was after years of dancing to his tune. They were laughing, as if this were just another ordinary day.

“Did you ever see us – as kids I mean?” Diego asked.

“Well, I was curious, it’s not exactly something you get to see everyday, but I tried my best to stay clear of this city. I wanted to leave that part of me behind for good.”

“Well I can understand that, wanting to forget everything and start fresh. I wanted to do that, back after Ben died and you left, but the past always catches up – and here I am.”

“I tried to run, my whole life I tried, but it all caught up to me too, and here I am,” he sighed, “same as you.” Klaus looked down at the floor. Ever since Dave had died, he’d had a lot of time to reflect, time to question his decision to leave his family behind. Just a few months ago, he wouldn’t have dreamed of coming back to this place, facing them all one last time, he thought maybe it would be better for them to think he’d just disappeared off the face of the earth. “Should I have come back at all?” He thought of Diego’s tears, his anger, Allison’s horrified disbelief, even Five had seemed upset - though for him or the fate of the world he wasn’t sure.

“What do you mean,” Diego replied, as if Klaus had just said something unbearably stupid. “Of course you did the right thing, it would have been torture, living every day not knowing if you were dead or in pain somewhere.”

“Well, it’s not like you seemed to care before.” He knew how immature he sounded, like some whiny kid instead of the wise old wizard vibe he was pulling off nowadays. “I didn’t see you for thirteen years before dad’s funereal, I didn’t see any of you, and when I came back you’d all moved on with your lives, but I was still the same stunted little asshole you all know and tolerate.”

“You don’t think I cared?” Diego levelled his gaze, looking at him with an earnest sort of sadness. Despite his tough-guy front, he was probably the best out of all of them at understanding how others were feeling. “I had that stupid police radio on all through my time at the academy and every day since, because I knew you were out there somewhere on the streets almost every night, about to OD on all that crap you were taking. If anything had ever happened to you I just know I would’ve blamed myself for not being there for you.” His sadness was building itself into rage again. He screwed up his face, turning away. “I was supposed to protect you.”

“What difference does it make, Diego, I lived a way better life than I ever could have back here. Isn’t that enough?”

“I suppose,” he seemed unconvinced, “but we were all meant to grow up together, we’ve been together since before we can remember, I guess I thought that meant something.”

Klaus didn’t know what to say, of course it meant something, but it was something that every single one of the Hargreeves children had been running from their whole lives. It had never occurred to Klaus that it could be something to be embraced. “This is really messing you up, huh?” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Somehow Klaus had pictured the whole thing as more of a comedic affair. He’d walk in, old and decrepit, his sibling would be shocked and he’d laugh it off, and he would go back to living in his own little world of pretending not to care. He’d kept secrets for so long, from Dave - who’d ask about that briefcase he kept duct-taped shut and padlocked under the floorboards where no one could find it, who always asked about his past and was met only by vague answers and the occasional name. He’d also kept secrets from himself, as he’d spent so long trying to remember his siblings in a way that justified him leaving and never turning back – he didn’t regret his decision, but that didn’t stop the guilt he felt as he watched Diego now.

“Yeah,” was all he said. Klaus couldn’t stand much more of this.

“Well,” he clapped Diego on the shoulder, but he didn’t look up from the ground, staring intently at nothing. “Sounds like you have world to save, best of luck – and I’m being serious this time.”

“Thanks,” he replied, shoving Klaus’ hand away and straightening up. He still seemed angry, subdued. He narrowed his eyes. “I’ll see you again, brother,” his voice was stony. Klaus’ heart sank.

Klaus flashed him a sad smile, “I wouldn’t count on it.” Diego glared at him and turned away, walking but out onto the street.

When he was sure the he was gone, Klaus turned around to face the figure that had been standing behind him, watching, silent in contemplation. Ben. He would usually butt into Klaus’ conversations, a sarcastic comment or scolding remark. These past few minutes, however, he’d been silent. “I’m surprised, Ben, I would’ve thought you’d have something to say by now.”

“Oh, I have plenty to say, but it’s hard enough just getting close to you – what the hell did you do to yourself?” And there he was, back on his case even after all this time.

“In between the drugs and the debilitating old age, I’m not quite the seance that I used to be.”

“Clearly.”

Klaus scoffed, “rude.” He couldn’t tell how Ben was feeling, he was just standing there, hands in his pockets, staring. “You’re not angry?”

“I’m still trying to figure out what I’m feeling. You disappeared, Klaus, I spend a day in purgatory or wherever it is souls go when you aren’t around to host the party, and then suddenly I feel your presence again, faintly, and I find you like this, I mean, what the hell Klaus?”

“You know, I’m hearing just a teensie bit of angry,” he teased.

He rolled his eyes, “I can’t believe you.”

“You still going to hang around – it’s not like I have a whole lot of time left, and apparently the apocalypse is coming so there’s that too.”

“Well it’s either this or nothingness, so I think I’ll stick around your sorry ass a while longer.” He smiled, and Klaus returned the gesture. “And, Klaus,” he added, “I’m happy for you. All this time I was afraid you were never going to actually start living your life, but you actually got your shit together for once. I mean, who would’ve thought you’d make it past forty, let alone eighty.”

“Aww, Ben, you’re so supportive.” He was only a little sarcastic. He put out his cigarette, quenching the flame against the old brick of the academy, just like he used to as a kid. “Do you think you could help me out with something?” he asked as he walked out from between the two buildings, Ben stalking behind, a persistent shadow. “I need to contact someone I’ve lost.”

…

Five was waiting impatiently in the entrance hall when Diego finally let himself back into the academy. “Diego,” he said, “did you talk to him?”

He sighed, collecting his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah I did.”

“And?”

“And what? He won’t help us Five, what did you expect? Besides, I don’t know what sort of help we’d need from him anyway.” His lip was quivering, and he struggled to get the words out. “He’s j–just a stupid old man now anyway.”

“Did he tell you why he stayed?”

Diego chuckled to himself, “he fell in love, if you can believe it. Some guy he soldiered with in Vietnam. It’s crazy…”

“I see,” Five said, simply. He’d already stopped listening. He looked down towards the briefcase still lying on the floor where Klaus had left it. “Very disappointing,” he muttered to himself. He wasn’t proud of what he was thinking, but there was only one way to stop the apocalypse. They needed the full force of the academy, Klaus included, and there was only one reason he had abandoned them.

After all, what was one life against seven billion?

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[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Six Baudelaires AU, Part Two {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One}

Chapter Twenty-Two → in which the Baudelaires break into a Hospital

The van ride was very cramped.

The siblings looked ahead at the group of people in the van. They all wore the same bright, colorful clothes, and they all had the same fixed smile on their faces. They were also all holding bundles of heart-shaped balloons.

“So.” Violet said, after they had driven a while, “Are you VFD?”

“That we are.” said the bearded man who’d let them in.

Sunny glanced sideways at a balloon, and said, “Huhun,” which meant, “I don’t think this is the right VFD.”

“Can you tell us what VFD stands for?” Klaus asked.

“That we can.” the bearded man said, and with that, all the adults in the van started to sing.

“We’re volunteers fighting disease, and we’re cheerful all day long! If someone said that we were sad, that person would be wrong! Ho-ho-ho, fiddle-dee-dee, hope you get well soon! Tra-ha-ha, fiddle-dee-dee, have a heart-shaped balloon!”

The siblings stared very hard, and then Solitude turned to Sunny and said, “You’re right.”

“Well, thank you for picking us up.” Lilac said. “We’re looking for a VFD, but we’re not sure you’re the right one.”

“Well then,” the bearded man said, “You sound like you need the Library of Records.”

“It’s this big room in the hospital with files from everywhere!” a woman said. “It’s got answers to any question you could possibly have. Or so we’ve heard, we’ve never been there ourselves. Too boring.”

“Well, that sounds like what we’re looking for.” Klaus said. “Thank you.”

“We’re always willing to help out brothers and sisters in need.” a woman said.

“Especially because there are dangerous murderers around.” said a man.

The Baudelaires flinched, and Nick buried his face into Lilac’s shoulder. Lilac said, “Where did you hear that?”

“Apparently it’s in the papers.” said a woman with short hair.

“Well,” Klaus said cautiously, “You can’t believe everything you read in the papers.”

“Oh,” laughed the Bearded Man, “We don’t read the papers. It’s too depressing! We always say, ‘No news is good news!’”

The children gave each other very skeptical looks. “Alright then.” Violet said. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to Heimlich Hospital to sing to the patients and give them balloons!” said the bearded man. “As you know, laughter is the best medicine.”

“I’m pretty sure medicine is the best medicine.” Violet said.

“Vaccinations.” Sunny said.

Quickly, Lilac said, “But we do love balloons! Don’t we?”

Nick just buried his head more into her shoulder and whispered, “Li? I want to go.”

Klaus put an arm around his twin, while Solitude put a comforting hand on his leg. Quietly, Violet asked, “Um. Are we almost there?”

“Should be only a few minutes!” called the driver.

“Okay.” Lilac nodded, and she squeezed Nick’s hand. Sunny crawled across her lap to give him as big a hug as she could.

When the van finally stopped and the doors slid open, the Volunteers took their balloons and started singing again, skipping out. Solitude clung to Nick until he picked her up, and Klaus lifted up Sunny, and the Baudelaires hastily followed the group, all knowing very quickly that they should blend in as much as possible, in case The Daily Punctilio had managed to reach this far.

The hospital, up ahead, looked very large and very gray. Beside it, though, there seemed to be a lot of construction going on. “They must be building a new wing.” Violet said, reaching for her ribbon. “I wonder what they’re adding.”

“We can find out later.” Lilac muttered. “What we should do, once we go in, is find the Library of Records.”

“I’ve always hated hospitals.” Klaus said quietly.

“Dimidium,” Sunny said, which meant, “Well, it’s only half a hospital.”

“That doesn’t make it better.” Klaus said.

Then Nick said, again, “Li, I want to go.”

“We’re going to the library of records.” Lilac said softly. “We’ll get some answers, okay?”

Nick shook his head. “I don’t like these people. I want to go.”

“Babbitt help?” Solitude asked, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her frog, gently placing them onto Nick’s shoulder.

“I…” Nick paused, not sure what to say.

They entered the hospital, then, with a woman holding open the door for them. The bearded man checked them in, and as the Volunteers skipped down the hall, singing, Violet managed to spot a map directory.

“Library of Records is pretty close.” she said, tracing their path with her finger. “Should be easy enough to find.”

“I want to go.” Nick repeated again.

“We won’t follow the Volunteers, don’t worry.” Klaus said. “We’ll keep you safe.”

Nick bit his lip, but nodded, and Solitude and Babbitt both leaned up against him as they started to walk. Violet managed to remember the route, taking them down a couple halls as she tied back her hair and muttered under her breath about how they should be getting close and why were hospitals so cold and they really should find what they needed and then hotwire a car.

When they finally turned a bend and saw two double doors up ahead, with a sign off to the side that read Library of Records, Violet raced up to the door and tried the handle. “It’s locked.” she said.

“I can try to pick it.” Lilac said, starting to tie her hair back.

Violet shook her head, kneeling by the locks. “These aren’t ordinary enough pin-tumbler locks. You wouldn’t be able to get them with a regular lockpick.” She stood up and stretched her arms as Lilac also inspected the locks, finding she was right, and then she added, “We’ll just have to make a flamethrower.”

“You are not making a flamethrower.” Lilac said. “Maybe Sunny could bite her way in. Like she did to the closet door.”

“Please don’t remind us of that.” Klaus said, while Sunny giggled and clapped.

“We could kick down the door.” Lilac suggested. Then, she gave Nick a small smile. “Remember, Nick? When you were locked in the closet and wanted Mom to kick down the door?”

Violet put a hand over her necklace, while Nick just shrank back slightly. “Um…” he began. “Maybe… maybe we could just… ask…”

“We’re murderers, Nick.” Solitude said.

“Yeah, someone will recognize us eventually.” Violet said.

At that moment, they heard a man turn around the corner, and he said, “Hello? Who is that there?” The Baudelaires turned to see a man coming near them, wearing very thick glasses and holding a ring of keys in his hands. “I’m sorry, my eyesight is not what it used to be.”

The Baudelaires shared a look, and then Lilac said, “Let us help you, then.”

“We’re volunteers.” Violet said, not noticing Nick flinch again. “For the Library of Records.”

“Oh!” the man smiled. “Babs must’ve sent you, then. I really do need some assistance in here. You can call me Hal. What are your names?”

They all looked to Lilac, who considered a moment, before remembering that the newspaper got their names wrong. “I’m Lilac.” she said, as Hal moved past them and put the keys into the lock. “These are my siblings, Violet, Nick, Klaus, Solitude and Sunny.”

“And Babbitt!” Solitude cheered, as the frog hopped back into her pocket.

“Yes, and Solitude’s pet frog.” Lilac said. “Their name is Babbitt.”

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you.” Hal said, holding open the door. “Welcome to the Library of Records.”

The children stepped inside a large, white room, completely filled with several aisles of tall, metal filing cabinets. The middle of the room held a chute, over which was a large cart.  

“Paperwork is what makes the world go around, don’t you think?” Hal said.

“Um, sure.” Klaus said. “But all these files must be interesting, aren’t they?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t know.” Hal said. “We’re not supposed to read information, just file it. I don’t want to see you touching a file unless you’re putting it away.”

“Well,” Violet said, eyeing his thick glasses, “I’m sure you won’t see us doing that.”

“Are you the only one with keys to the library?” Lilac asked.

“Oh, yes.” Hal nodded, not really paying attention. “So, here’s how it all works.” Hal said, leading the children towards the chute. “They send me down a file from the upper rooms- oh! There’s one now!”

There was a rumbling noise from the chute, and Nick instantly backed up, holding Soli a lot tighter, eyes going wide. A file fell into the cart, and Hal picked it up, flipping through quickly. “You may glance at the file, but remember to read as little information as possible. For instance,” he flipped open the file, looked a moment, and then said, “I can see that this has something to do with weather last week at Damocles Dock. So I might file it under D for Damocles, or W for Weather, or L for Last week.”

“How would someone know where to look to find that information?” Klaus asked.

“I suppose they’d have to look in all three places.” Hal said. “And over there, against the wall, is the chute for sending information away. But you probably won’t use it, nobody ever requests information from the library.”

Klaus looked like was ready to punch something, but instead he moved over to Nick, grabbing his arm in a comforting gesture; he was still staring at the chute, which was starting to rumble again.

Out of the chute came a small cylinder; a video reel. Hal picked it up, glanced at the label, and said, “Oh! I know where to put this. I’ve been told exactly where to put files labelled Snicket. Hold on a moment, I’ll be right back.”

He left, leaving the gaping siblings behind him.

“Snicket?” Sunny asked.

“We need the file.” Solitude said. “Nick, throw me.”

“No, no, don’t throw her.” Klaus said, knowing that this was something Nick was likely to actually do. “We’ll just ask him how to get it.”

“We’re not supposed to read here, Klaus.” Violet said, crossing her arms.

“Well, technically,” Lilac said, “It’s a video, so we won’t be reading anything.”

“God, I hope that counts.” Klaus said.

“Do you think that’ll have the information we need?” Violet asked.

Nick flinched again, and then he said, “Um-”

Hal returned, and Lilac quickly said, “Hal, we need to check out a file from the library. It’s very important. How would we go about that?”

“Very important?” Hal said. “Well, if I suppose it’s that important, there’s some paperwork you can go through. It may take a few business days, but seeing as you’ll be staying here-”

“Yes. Staying here.” Violet nodded.

“Can we start filing the paperwork?” Lilac asked.

Before Hal could answer, there was a buzz, and then a very cold, very familiar voice came over the speaker.

“Attention, everyone. This is Dr Mattathias Medicalschool, and I will be replacing your former administrator, Babs, as she recently took to skydiving off of roofs.”

Nick let out a sharp cry, his eyes going wide, and Klaus immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. Lilac immediately gripped onto Violet, and Sunny let out a growl. “Oh, that’s surprising.” Hal said absentmindedly. “Babs always preferred to be heard and not seen, and I believe skydiving requires a lot of oversight.”

“Hal-” Violet began, as Solitude grabbed onto Babbitt.

“Now, everyone be on the lookout for those suspicious murderers.” said the voice, which they all knew immediately was none other than Count Olaf. “And due to budget cuts, the cafeteria will be closing in fifteen minutes, the giftshop in ten, and the Library of Records immediately.”

The lights shut off, and Hal said, “Oh, well, I suppose we can do that filing tomorrow.”

“Oh, it’s… it’s real important, Hal-” Lilac protested.

“We can’t disobey the rules, Lilac!” Hal said. “Nobody’s allowed in the library after closing. In fact, we should leave now. I’ll see you all in the morning, alright?”

The Baudelaires sighed. “Alright, Hal.” Lilac said. “Come on, everyone.”

She grabbed Violet’s hand, dragging her off, and everyone soon followed. Nick stopped at the edge of the door, though, looking towards the filing cabinets. There was so much information in here, information nobody knew.

Maybe that was a good thing.

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[firebirdsdaughter]

Hey…

… Hey, wireless?

F YOU.

Okay. Thank god for common sense. I accidentally lost my post bc my wireless conked out.

HOWEVER!

I was wise, and copied the contents. so we have lost nothing but the tags. Which weren’t that interesting any way.

So here we go!

In no order: (also, I apologise for any typos my fingers decided they wanted to type a mile a minute… DX)

Aw, Naohisa (still thinking I’m spelling his name wrong) is giving them science lessons…

That Melto loves and Asuna doesn’t get… XD It’s okay Asuna, I’m not sure I understand, either.

Melto’s so starry-eyed, gods love him. XD

ASUNA.

Aw, Tyramigo. It’s okay, Melto, he doesn’t mean it meanly. ^^

They’re really cute though. XD

I guess Kou got the idea to see the world in his head from watching tv…

But I feel like there are better places to get into the river than jumping over this railing…

THAT LITTLE BLINK BEFORE HE SAYS ‘209’ XD

He’s clearly got no idea why that’s shocking. ^^

UI DON’T JUST ACCEPT THIS! DX

I guess she decided that she couldn’t really tell a 209 year old what to do…

This episode officially made me conclude that Ui and Touwa are the smols. They’re the youngest of the siblings. Kou is next, then Melto and Asuna are like… Twins who are slightly older than him. No one can agree which one of them is older. Banba is obviously the eldest and stuck managing them. Maybe until Gold gets here. Unless he’ll have to manage Gold, too.

Touwa’s fast, but Banba outweighs him… A for effort, though, sweetie. <3

To continue reading foreshadowing in everything… I wonder if Touwa commenting he doesn’t think Banba can lose in one v one means we’re eventually going to see just that happen.

Or, potentially, maybe Banba did once lose to someone in one v one?

Or both?

Touwa, honey, I just want you to know I very much support the concept of you and the others just tackling your brother. Like Merry and Pippin w/ Boromir. Just jump him. He could use the hugs.

Banba gazes majestically off into the distance as he prepares to be angsty.

Banba: ‘People will always betray you.’

Me: ‘Who did this to you? SHOW ME SO I CAN STAB THEM W/ THIS FORK TEN MILLION TIMES???’

I so want whoever hurt him like this to be an absolute dickwad and I want to see them get their asses kicked, esp by some truly pissed off little sibs.

By Banba, too, absolutely. But I would kill for an ep where the kids find out what this person did and go on a roaring rampage of protectiveness for their big brother. TT^TT DX

Touwa definitely doesn’t know what happened… DX I think he knew Banba was distrusting towards others and very much a loner, but he looks so sad and confused that I don’t think he knew it went this deep…

I wanna hug my little green gremlin son, too! DX I WANNA HUG ALL OF THEM!

Eh. I’m sure she’s fine.

Mook suit actors, the unsung heroes of any and all Sentai. XD

Hey, Green final slash! And Black again. ^^

XD Touwa. Banba’s just like ‘irritated growl.’ ^^

I’m… Pretty sure Ui just insulted this guy…?

Okay, here’s the thing. I don’t see nobody glowing green and losing life force. So… Did they just decide not to put that effect in, or… Or did the Minusaur actually come from someone else?

Like… Tall Cheese?

Ahem. Sorry. I mean Fita.

Though she’s not glowing either… Augh. I dunno what I’m saying.

Why would they chain up Ui, but not Kou?

Well done, Kou. ^^ Boy’s clever is a fight. XD

… What the heck was that boise and dramatic shot of her face? Where they just trying to remind us she’s an idol? I think it happened when the brothers find her, too… Does it mean something? Hmm… I dunno.

Kou’s reaction is hilarious, though.

Ui’s neck is gonna hurt later… DX

Okay, but later the brothers wake her up just fine? I guess the effects were only temporary… That’s probably why they chained them up, so that they couldn’t escape even when they woke up.

And… Kou’s sense ends here. Why didn’t you call the others, you dork? XD

Hmm… I miss Tankjoh, but I kinda like the new guy’s music…

I think he’s meant to be a drastically different personality. Where Tankjoh was surly and serious, this guy is bombastic and childish.

These are the most badass children I have ever seen.

Actually, that’s not true, but, they’re up there.

I’m wonder if it’s an effect of the brainwashing.

I love that girl in the lavender sweatshirt who just goes for the spinning kick. XD

Touwa probably bothered Banba until he agreed to bring her here. XD Which may have been easier bc Banba probably didn’t want to have to deal w/ her…

Melto thinking ‘oh, crap, she’s pretentious, the only way we’re gonna get her to talk is… *sigh* okay, someone has to take this bullet, it might as well be me…’

Honestly, though, I think the only other person who would possibly be willing to do that is Touwa, and probably not. Asuna wasn’t taking well to getting ordered around, and Banba would never kneel to anyone (… Well… Actually, no comment). My interpretation is that Melto realises she’s rather high and mighty, and that she’ll respond to an act of 'reverence’ like that, and he knows no one else in the room is gonna be willing to do it w/out complaining. So he just steps in to save them all the trouble. Mom friend to the rescue.

Honestly, it’s very sensible of him. ^^

I need to write more w/ Melto… DX

Banba is the back modelling. Bc boy can’t be in a single scene where he isn’t posing in some way at every opportunity.

XD I WAS RIGHT. ^^

Sorry Short Cheese, Banba doesn’t care if you think he has manners (I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to ditch her in the forest earlier XD). Touwa looks slightly miffed, but I think he’s less effected by it coming from you. The only one you’re offending is Asuna. And, actually, I’d advise against that.

Hey, isn’t Asuna also technically a noble?

Asuna’s like ‘First off, how dare you? Second, how dare you? And third… How dare you?’

XD This is even funnier bc of one of my casual ships. ^^

Melto hates this so much, but he’s willing to do it to find out what’s happening. XD Poor baby.

Oh, okay. So the mind control is just his thing.

This is so vague I can’t trust it… I mean, I guess most of it could be on the level, but… Hm. I gotta wonder if they were allowed to escape… And what exactly he’s got on them to have them still be doing this? (Bc next ep pretty much reveals they’re trying to trick the team) Is Short Cheese mind controlled? Is Tall Cheese? They repeat her ‘I would risk my own life to save her’ twice this ep, so I’m guessing Tall Cheese/little sister’s life is still in danger somehow…? I dunno. I guess we’ll learn this weekend.

So… What, you can just teleport? Why didn’t you do that when you were running before? SUSPICIOUS?

Also, I’m not sure I trust these flashbacks either, bc they’re from Short Cheese’s point of view, and next ep indicates she wasn’t being on the level w/ the team. I mean, she’s holding that orange rock in a bottle… But… Did it come from her planet? Is it something they stole from the Druidons? Or is there a part of this story that was left out (actually, that much is obvious bc Short Cheese didn’t mention the rock at all), where the Druidon gave it to her? Too many variables, even if I didn’t know they were up to something.

I should note that it’s pretty obvious they’re not actually evil and are being forced into doing this. They’re only here as guest stars and they’re being promoted as being idols (exhibit A, the abrupt song sequence coming up), so I HIGHLY doubt they’re gonna pull out the rug and make them outright evil.

And, anyway, the next ep preview practically confirms that. XD

Girl in the lavender sweatshirt is ready to kill something, I swear.

I also like the boy in the burgundy and white sweatshirt. XD He’s paying such good attention. ^^

Asuna’s offended, Melto’s somewhere else thinking about Wyzul, Banba doesn’t care and Touwa’s in. XD

Touwa clearly here thinking ‘dear god, I know I never want to go through that… O_o’

Honey, I am so sorry, but I make no promises. DX

That’s a very direct question, but no less then I’d expect from Banba. Though also… Kinda odd? What are you trying to establish here, sweetie? Why are you asking this?

This line is very important, clearly. They repeat it twice. Pretty sure it’s to make us understand that whatever is going on next ep, it’s bc the sisters are trying to protect each other. Like I said, I’m presuming that Tall Cheese is actually still in danger somehow.

WHAT WAS HE TRYING TO ESTABLISH W/ THAT QUESTION? And then he just accepts her answer? I’m confused…

I really can’t tell if he’s finding something odd w/ this, or if he’s accepting it bc he’s sympathising w/ her… DX Tatsuya is being unreadable too well! DX

And then she… Just starts singing? Like, I love this show, but… There could’ve been a better lead up to that.

Though I do love Naohisa reacting to the lights. XD

So… Was this just a random musical interlude, or… Was she doing something? I guess it was so that Kou could hear it and make the connection, but the execution could have gone a little better.

Banba takes that extra moment to pose. XD

Untransformed fight! ^^

I love how Banba just delays transforming to take off. :D

I needed to use a new emoticon.

Kou’s little ‘Ah!’ and pointing when the kids show up! XD

Girl in the lavender sweatshirt is going to cut something.

See, this is an effective use of the singing.

Uh… What. Melto, what does that… Whatever. Sentai logic.

Now he says ‘Okay, Tyra!’ instead of just ‘Tyra!’

SOMEONE TEACH HIM TOUWA AND BANBA’S NAMES!

Banba would be SO AWKWARD. XD

Oh, NOW you transform. XD Well, we wouldn’t have had that beautiful weapon toss if you had before. ^^

See? We bring up the line again, and there’s a weird sound cue? Does it mean anything?

Touwa sees the other smollest sib and must immediately go help her. XD

I do like the improve mobility of this mech. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adored the clusterfuck of orbs that was the Kyuranger mecha, but… It’s nice to seem something more dynamic once in a while?

Kudos the new suit actor, too. Whose name still escapes me… DX

Convenient train tracks. XD Sentai logic.

Actually, just Toku logic.

I love MirNeedle and his honk and his spinning attack. XD

Could you be more tsundere in one sentence???

Touwa’s just like ‘stages of realising your brother is a tsundere, stage 3: acceptance’

Kou doesn’t mind, though. XD

I do think Banba is starting to kind of like the trio, but boy is very damaged and the concept scares him, so he’s trying to fight it as much as possible, even though it’s just kind of a slight, vague fondness at this point.

Like, eventually, he’s going to end up adopting them, it’s going to happen, he’s going to have at least four younger sibs, actually five. But we’re not there quite yet.

I would love a ‘we’re not each other’s only family anymore’ sort of thing from the brothers. Or maybe one of the trio telling them that. XD

One day, a Mosasaurus will be in that empty spot, I bet.

Melto and Banba on the same wavelength. ^^

So… The Minusaur host is dead now?

This is cute, but I already know there’s more to this.

XD Oh, Banba. You’re starting to like them, I know you are. You’re not getting out of this. Though I do get why you really don’t want that to happen.

Though I do think his getting emotional next week is a partially due to it. ^^ Like, yes, there’s the fact that he’s mad at Kou for being too trusting, and that it might be dangerous for all of them/earth, but… I dunno. Probably overthinking.

But I’m gonna wax on about that shot in the preview later, don’t worry. XD

Or worry, if you don’t want to hear my rambling. In… Which case why would you even be reading this.

Melto on point again. XD I really need to write more w/ you… DX

Though on the other hand, I guess there’s a possibility that she could have read it in Naohisa’s papers at the house, or he said it to her. But she didn’t seem interested in the research, and they could just ask Naohisa if he mentioned it.

Hm… Maybe they’re waiting to update the ED until Gold gets here.

Why does Kou have the inflation Soul activated?

… That sounds like he knows way  more about economics than he actually does. XD

As far as the preview, I like the drama that seems to be happening. ^^ Maybe they’ll finally give us some slightly more concrete info on what happened to Banba. Or just… Anything about the brothers’ past? And what about that hooded person? The sisters are up to something, but they’re obviously being forced into it somehow, Wyzul is definitely the sneaky type. We’re also heading into May, which means DimeVolcano and possibly Gaisorg/Gaisoulg? Though he wasn’t in any of the scans so even if his figurine is releasing, we likely won’t be seeing him until the very end/month after.

Pleasedon’tbeGoldpleasedon’tbeGoldpleasedon’tbeGold.

There are so many better possibilities. DX I know who I want it to be (even though I don’t strictly know ‘who’ that is XD), but there are other possibilities too.

And while I would like to see next ep, I am also curious about the arc coming after it. I really wanna know if my crazed visual analysis madness was right about it only being the kids who are trapped in Wonderland and Banba is trying to get them out. I wanna know.

Hm… Does anyone know where the ‘newspaper summaries’ come from? Like, we got the ones from 5 to 7… Are we gonna get ones for 8 to 11 at some point?

I am an impatient baby. DX ^^;

That’s all folks! Virtual chocolate eclairs for anyone who read all that. But, actually, that’s not all! I still wanna ramble about something—namely, and silly personal theory/hc of mine.

Bc of this face:

Okay, so. During that conversation where Banba did the whole ‘Kindness can make one weak’ thing, I mentioned that I found Kou’s reaction interesting? Bc it might’ve been in his characterisation to get mad and insist that kindness does not make people weak—esp since he clearly still doesn’t think that. But instead, he just looked a little hurt, and looked sad? Like… It seemed to me he was more saddened that Banba thought that way at all than being offended by the statement. Not ‘how could you think that?!’ but more… Like ‘that’s so sad that you’ve been made to believe that?’ If that makes sense? That somehow, Kou caught on that Banba has this view bc he was hurt terribly in the past? And then there’s this face here. Boy looks like a sad puppy. It’s totally my skewed interpretation bc I had that thought before, but to me it looks like he’s looking at Banba like… Empathetically? Like he pities him? So now I’m falling even deeper into the idea that Kou doesn’t find Banba’s distrust of others insulting of offensive in anyway, but is just sad for the fact that someone could come to think that way. Realises that Banba is like this bc he got hurt and is scared, and is just heartbroken by that? That someone could get hurt so badly that they lose faith in nearly all goodness in the world? I might like it if there’s a moment where Kou proves he’s more thoughtful than he seems (like, he can be thoughtful, he has his moments—though he is still an impulsive, goofy doofus) by, like, outright asking Banba what happened to him. That’d def throw Banba for a loop, I think. This is, of course, just my overthinking and incoherent rambling. But I do like the idea. ^^ Last note: my god Tatsuya has pretty eyelashes! DX

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Run Himurano [Crystal] LFRP

@darkenedsteppemoon

The Basics ––– –

Age:  Early to Mid 20′s (Between 20 to 25, depending on Time antics.)

Birthday: 18th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon

Race: Au Ra/Xala (Raen Appearance [has to do with Backstory])

Gender: Female

Marital Status: Unmarried

Server: Brynhildr (Crystal DC)

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair:  Pale blonde hair with white highlights, usually kept shoulder length.  White highlights are interspersed throughout.  She prefers it in a half-up style so it stays out of her face.

Eyes: Golden amber toned, with bright blue limbal rings.

Height: 5’6″

Build: Lithe and toned, all muscle. Think something akin to a martial artist, or dancer.

Distinguishing Marks: Body is covered in scars all over, though she has white scars all up her hands and arms that seem almost like cracks or lightning, stopping at her elbows.  

Common Accessories: Almost never seen without a choker of some sort, even in her most casual wear, and gloves or wraps on her hands.  She has a fondness for the color red, and wears either that, or the color black.

Personal ––– –

Profession:  Adventurer, Scion, DRK, DNC, MNK, Goldsmith, Weaver

Hobbies: Singing where she thinks no one can hear, swimming, Fighting with whoever’s still willing to spar with her.

Languages: Eorzean, the Xaela tongue, and conversational Garlean, and while she can write in Common, she’s abysmal at reading and writing in any foreign tongue and seems almost embarrassed when someone tries to teach her.  If you ask, she might tell you why...

Residence: Ala Mhigan Quarter, an Inn Room she keeps on hold

Birthplace: The Kagon tribe on the Steppe

Religion: None.  

Patron Deity: Rhalgr, the Destroyer

Fears: Hero-worship, Being seen as weak, Going home, Isolation, Complete darkness, Fuzzy caterpillars (no, seriously.), ever seeing her brother again.

Personality: Aggressive. abrasive, and rude, Himurano Run is not the sort of person you’d expect to be any kind of good with people, and yet when she finds someone she empathizes with?  She is capable of great gentleness and becomes fiercely loyal and protective.  A warrior at heart, and a lion, this woman will forever stand by those she loves.  She has a lot of fear in her past, and a lot of things she’s unsure about, and with a lack of a guiding hand, she tends to spiral.  Guiding herself is easy enough, though she tends to throw herself recklessly in to adventures in order to avoid things...it’s how she became involved with the Scions.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None, single.

Children: None, ew.

Parents: Erden Kagon (Father, Deceased) x Badma Kagon (Mother, Deceased),  Himurano Akane  (Adopted Mother, Alive, Thaum [BRYN])

Siblings: Yul Kagon (Alive, Twin brother, and she is TERRIFIED of seeing him)

Other Relatives:  The Kagon tribe

Pets: An otter named Chow

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: No. Drugs: No. Alcohol: Oh gods yes, VERY heavily.

Possible Hooks ––– –

The Scion and Traveler: A daughter of the Steppe long come to Limsa, she was raised to fight.  She fell kind of accidentally in to the Scions’ laps and took up work with them as a Dark Knight. Run is fierce, headstrong, reckless, and loud.  It’s not hard for you to have come across her in your travels, in some dungeon or another, deep in a ruin, or in contact with the Scions themselves!  It’s not unheard of for her to frequent Ishgard as well.  It helps her get out her aggression, and she uses it as a way to vent.

The Dancer: To escape, and to pay honor to who she used to be, Run moonlights as a dancer.  Her performances happen all over Eorzea, and usually she finds a way to veil herself if she can.  She enjoys simply letting her body trace, turn, and pattern, so that she can show off...and maybe, if there’s any way, she’ll take someone home, get drunk, and fuck.  Dancing is her way to find release.

The Crafter and the Friend: What can she say?  She loves the rhythm of Goldsmithing and Weaving, both are a pattern, symmetry that life has often denied her.  It’s something she follows happily, and often loves to teach others!   However, when it comes to other people, she seeks out those that she knows need her.  She will sit by them, and make sure they’re well taken care her.  She can be doting, caring, and very much the mom-friend.

Other: Anything.  Any combo, a former lover?  Former family member?  From the Steppe or the Kagon tribe?   Someone who knew her before the day her parents died?   It really could be anything!  I’m always down to plot, and even open to new-ideas.

What I’m Looking For ––– –

Contacts and Friends!: So, SO new to in-game RP, so I need time and patience, but I would love some new friends and RP contacts.

SHIPS:  Run is Poly and Pansexual, and has yet to have an actual ship aside from an FWB ship, and a few canon-ships that I do with one regular partner.  I would love to branch out and try some new stuff, maybe find some new people, play in her new ‘verses.

Friendships: ....She is SO BAD AT MAKING FRIENDS -PUNTS HER-

Shenanigans: Any kind of adventure. or mishaps.

Slice of Life/Random Interactions: Random and crazy stuff is GREAT.

OOC and Roleplaying Preferences ––– –

I am a Graphic Communications student, who has serious health issues, so my time’s sporadic in-game, but I’m on Tumblr and Discord all the time.  We can definitely chat, and try to coordinate things, and I’m always willing to try out new stuff <3

I’m in CST, so I’m usually able to accommodate MOST stuff?  But my sleep schedule’s a bit weird, so we have to talk through that.

I’m on Discord a lot, so it’s often the easiest way to get a hold of me.

I’m still very new to in-game RP, and use the PS4 and a Chat Pad, and have super poor eyesight thanks to my health condition, so PLEASE BE PATIENT <3 I’m trying ;3;

OOC TALKING IS MY JAM.  I love plotting, and random IC chat, and just...Talking with my partners is so wonderful and amazing and perfect.  It makes me happy ;w;.  

My home world is Bryn for this character.

Regarding M/ERP: I am more than happy to write it, HOWEVER, YOU MUST BE 18+.  I WILL NOT RISK JAIL TIME FOR YOU.  I enjoy smut.  So much.  Like I will write it all day and night if you let me.  It is not my be-all, end-all though. I love general interactions~

Contact Information  ––– –

Discord - Ask me <3

In Game - Run Himurano

Tumblr -  @darkenedsteppemoon

Items in this post subject to change if/when the need arises (regarding roleplay).

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