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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Dark Paradise

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you.

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled.

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.”

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!”

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest.

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again.

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy.

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

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nyctophilin · 4 years

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Fake affection | I

sweet anon: Can I request a dom! Han Jisung smut? Where he and the reader are fake dating because Jisung want's to make someone jealous but ends up fucking the reader instead? I love your writings so much!!

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mention of masturbation

A/N: Wow, so it looks like I am unable of making short fics, haha. I planed for this to be a one-shot but it’s already this long and I don’t want to bore you guys with long fics so I will make a second part and a third if needed but I doubt. I really hope you guys like this one. Feedback is very much appreciated.

Y/N was tapping her finger on the desk, her head resting in her palm. She was watching the professor walk around in front of the class explaining something but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was filled with thoughts about whether or not she was going to get the role.

Some people from her university that were majoring in Film Production had to write a script for a short movie and the best five got chosen to be produced. Initially, she believed that only Theater and Film Majors could participate at the auditions but the administration of the school made an announcement one morning informing them that everyone could take part in the audition process. That meant she had to deal with more competitors for the role she wanted.

Initially, Y/N was the only one who wanted to audition for the main role of one of the movies since people didn’t really catch its concept that well. When the audition day finally came, one Modern Dance major showed up out of nowhere and auditioned as well. The apparition of that particular character made her blood boil with anger.

Her competitor for the role was none other than Mina, her so-called enemy. They weren’t enemies in the real sense of the word. They just simply didn’t click with one another and silently agreed a long time ago to ignore each other. They weren’t pulling childish stunts on each other, they didn’t speak each other's names unless necessary, they didn’t try to win each other in grades or parties or body counts. They were just mutually ignoring one another. And everything was fine until she showed up there.

Y/N wasn’t going to lie and say that Mina wasn’t good. Her performance wasn’t exceptional but for someone that has never done that before, she was fairly good. That had her worried about her chances of getting chosen.

When the bell finally rang ending her suffering she got up in the split of a second and left the room. She could not bear to hear any more of the professor’s babbling. Her boots let out quiet thuds every time they touched the concrete floors. She found herself in front of the announcement board but the paper that was supposed to tell her if she got chosen or not, was missing. Thinking to herself that they probably will put it up later she turned on her heels and made her way towards the cafeteria.

She met her friend Hayoon there and they sat down at a table situated in the centre of the cafeteria. They talked about how they had been up until then and Hayoon complained about one of her classes and how she’s going to fail it.

The chatter in the cafeteria died down when the door was slammed open and Mina stomped in, a bitter expression on her face. “I can not believe that they made me a stunt double! What does that even mean?” Her voice was louder than it should have been as she addressed her friends. Her intention was most probably to attract attention.

A smirk crept on Y/N’s face as she realised that she did, in fact, get the main role. She gave her friend a suggestive eyebrow raise as she slowly took the chopstick to her mouth. Her face dropped when she heard the stomping approaching her. “Hey, loser, what’s a stunt double?” Mina’s voice was scratching her ears. How she managed to sound like one of those toys for dogs sometimes, she’ll never understand.

“I can’t believe you’ve auditioned for a role without knowing what a stunt double is.” Y/N rolled her eyes at the other girl and a few people from around them chuckled. Mina’s face caught a crimson colour as the embarrassment settled in.

“Haha, you are so funny!” It was clear by now that the girl was trying to mask her flustered form by trying to embarrass Y/N back.

The truth was that she didn’t mean to make fun of her. She just let her first thoughts leave her mouth. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.” A sigh left her lips. “A stunt double is a person that executes all the dangerous or action scenes for the main actor so they don’t get injured. Stunt doubles are usually gymnasts, people that know martial arts and all that jazz. They probably chose you because of your dance background.”

“I can’t believe it. Not only they didn’t give me the role, but they are also going to use me to protect you?” Mina had an annoyed expression.

“Oh please! Did you really think they were going to choose you? You entered that room without even knowing the concept and somehow managed to get the feel right a couple of times. Meanwhile, some of us actually prepared for that audition.” Y/N was fed up with Mina’s princess behaviour. Always thinking that everything is rightfully hers and expecting everyone to kiss her ass. All that just because her father was donating a big sum of money to the university every term. They are donations at the end of the day and she should not be expecting special treatment just for that.

Mina’s face became a crimson red for the second time in ten minutes and she stomped away from Y/N’s table. The few people that were watching them averted their eyes when Y/N took a look around.

From the corner of the cafeteria, someone was watching them with a smirk on their face. Oh, how he got just the perfect idea.

Y/N sat in the second closest row to the professor. She was in “Canto class” as she liked to call it. It was one of the optional classes she chose to take that year. It wasn’t a compulsory class for Theater and Film majors since you don’t necessarily have to know how to sing to be an actress but she took it anyway because she thought it would be fun. And so far it was.

A loud bang invaded her left ear and she turned to find Han Jisung having his back to her and chatting with his friends that were seated a few rows behind them. She raised her eyebrow but didn’t question it. It wasn’t like the seat was occupied and she definitely had nothing against him sitting next to her. He probably just wanted to pay more attention since he and his friends are always distracted during class.

Y/N turned back to her stuff and opened her notebook to take another look at the notes from last class. Soon after the professor entered the classroom and the chatter died down.

She was vigorously writing in her notebook everything the professor was explaining to them. Suddenly she felt a touch on her left elbow and stopped for a second. She immediately resumed her writing, convinced that he probably did that by mistake. Not even a minute later she felt another touch on her elbow this time more evident. She ignored it again not paying much mind to it. Jisung’s elbow collided with hers causing her to push her notebook and scribble on it.

She snapped her head towards him and felt anger overcome her when she noticed the smirk on his face. “What?” She whispers yelled in his direction.

“Hi!” He did a short wave of his hand in her direction and she clenched her jaw. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before going back to her note-taking. She had only five minutes of peace before he poked her side again. She smacked his hand away from her and continued to mind her own business.

Throughout the class, Jisung kept bothering her and trying to talk to her despite her obvious wish to let her take notes. When the bell rang she got up quickly, her blood boiling and left the room in a hurry hoping she could lose Jisung on the busy halls. As she was hurriedly making her way between the sea of people she felt an arm going over her shoulders and she crashed with the owner of the arm.

“Why are you in such a hurry babe?” Jisung’s voice rang in her ear as they were practically glued to each other. She grabbed his hand and swung his arm away from her shoulders.

“For the love of God, what do you want from me Han Jisung?” Exasperation was present in her voice as she threw him an ugly look.

She couldn’t guess what he needed from her to annoy her to that extent. They were acquaintances and nothing more. They knew each other from that one class they shared and the longest interaction they had was when the professor prepared an interactive class once and they had to work in groups of five.

He was the university’s “heartthrob” as people liked to call him. Y/N personally thought that that title should be given to Hwang Hyunjin who was majoring in Modern Dance. He was more mature than the rest of his friends, he was friendly with everyone and wasn’t pulling pranks on innocent people to entertain some brainless creatures. But who was she to oppose the masses?

On top of doing all those things, Jisung was also in a relationship with Mina. Every time they are together they will target someone and will start making fun of them. More Mina than Jisung but he was still entertaining her actions and that made him as guilty as she was.

“I need to ask you something. Or better, make you a proposal.” He winked at her and she felt an uncomfortable shiver run through her. How disgusting.

“Ok, and what is it?” She threw him an expectant look and he started looking around.

“Let’s talk outside where there are fewer people. You got a free period, right?” Confusion made its way on her face.

“How do you know that? Are you weirdo following me?” She has never talked with him as friends and they share only one class. How on earth would he know her schedule?

“What? No! I see you hanging out around the university all the time after our class.” She rolled her eyes at his answer and gestured her hand towards the closest exit out of the building signalling him to lead the way.

Very soon they were seated on a bench under a tree somewhere behind the university. It was her first time coming there. Y/N usually liked to remain at the front of the building since couples usually liked to come there and make out sometimes even fuck.

“I think we should start dating.” He blurted out and she froze for a second before jumping to her feet startling the man.

“I knew you were fucking weird. I’m leaving!” What in the actual fuck did she think when she came here. For a second she expected a real conversation but Jisung’s main skills were flirting and making bad jokes. She set her expectations way too high for that conversation.

She picked her bag from the bench and started leaving only to have Jisung grab her wrist and stop her. “Wait, let me explain. I swear you’ll understand better after.” Y/n wanted to turn and leave but the puppy dog eyes he gave her made her stay and listen to him. Now, don’t get her wrong, his expression didn’t soften her but if he was desperate enough to try the puppy eyes on her then it must be important to him.

She plopped down on the bench and waited for him to start talking. “Look, I’m pretty sure you know Mina. And I know you two aren’t on great terms. I say we date so you can get back at her for all the things she has done to you.” He raised his eyebrows at her and pursed his lips.

Y/N was the one that raised her eyebrow next as she leaned her head to the side. “Aren’t you and Mina dating?”

“Obviously not.” Jisung used a tone that pissed Y/N off. A tone that said ‘It was so obvious, how can you not know?’ and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I must have read the signs the wrong way. I mean, it's not like you are always together and you carry her backpack around and you hang out outside of school six days out of seven and kiss before classes and make out behind the university probably right on this bench.”

A smirk appeared on Jisung’s face. “Who’s following who now?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. Mina’s voice is so annoying I could hear her every time she talked. When I would turn to see what was up now you two were most times engaged in some sort of PDA.” She spoke fast trying to prove that she wasn’t following him. She didn’t know why she felt the need to do that but the thought of Jisung thinking that she has some sort of interest in him was terrifying. He completely humiliated the last “unpopular” girl that confessed her feelings to him and at that moment the last thing she needed was for him to go around saying she is a stalker.

“Well, we are getting there. I asked her out and she said that she’ll love to but it’s too fun to tease me. When I asked her ‘What if I get a girlfriend?’ she told me I can not find anyone better for me than her. When I saw you fighting in the cafeteria earlier I knew I found my perfect girl. Not only are you hot, but she also hates you.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at his words.

“Hot?” Her tone was untrusting as this was the first time someone from uni had said that to her.

“Yeah. You didn’t think that guys came to last year’s theatre spectacles because they were actually interested in theatre, right?” A laugh left his mouth at her dumbfounded face as she registered his words. A blank expression adorned her face immediately after trying not to seem so surprised.

“Well, not anymore.” She let her tongue trace her bottom lip before biting the flesh. “Ok, so tell me what you actually want us to do.” Uneasiness settled inside Jisung as he watched her bored face.

“Well, I mean what I said. We should date. Or fake dating if you will. That way I can make Mina jealous and push her to run into my arms. I bet she can’t stand seeing me with you for too long.” He looked into her eyes hopefully thinking that maybe he convinced her but his hope was quickly shattered when she opened her mouth.

“What are you? Five? I don’t want to get back at her and I have absolutely no reason to help you in your sick plan. I’m out of here!” Once again she picked up her bag to leave only for Jisung to grab her wrist and stop her, again.

“Please Y/N! I’m desperate. I’ve been trying to date her for a year and a half already.” That was pathetic. She had absolutely no reason to help him. None at all. But something pushed her to stay and accept his offer. Maybe she could take advantage of the situation.

Turning her head towards her she tried to keep a straight face as best as she could. “What do I get out of it?”

Jisung’s face brightened instantly at her question and he held her hand with both of his. “Anything you want. If it’s possible I’ll do it.” His eyes were pouring into hers and a stupid sparkle was present in them.

“I guess you were going to do that anyway but I want you to present me to your friends.” The same bored expression that she had on for almost the entirety of their conversation was adorning her face. Jisung was amazed at the lack of emotions she managed to show but she was an actress. Maybe she’s just good at her job.

“Why? Do you have a crush on any of them?” A smirk was enveloping his facial features and he had a teasing tone. Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment.

“No. Some of them seem like really interesting people but their only defect was hanging out with you. Now that I have to hang out with you too I might as well start talking to them.” She shook his hands off hers before putting it in her front pocket. “Now I have to go to class cause my free period is almost over. See you later, babe!” She winked at him before turning around and making her way to her next class.

The next day she met with Jisung in front of the cafeteria so they could walk in together and “announce” their relationship. Somehow he got hold of her number and they texted the night prior about the terms of their little deal. She felt like laughing when she saw how serious he was about it. If he really did end up dating Mina she’ll be convinced that both of them are idiots.

His arm was over her shoulders as they walked through the tables. Multiple people were staring at them but she decided to ignore them. Upon reaching the table she placed her tray down and took a seat. The people at the table were looking confused at one another and some were throwing Jisung questioning looks.

“Everyone, meet my girlfriend.” He spoke gesturing with a hand towards her. She smiled at them and waved her hand, muttering a soft ‘Hi!’.

One of them, who she recognised to be Lee Minho, a Modern Dance major cleared his throat. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He had an awkward smile on. “What are you majoring in?”

“Yeah, I don’t recall seeing you around campus.” Seo Changbin, a Music Production major added.

“Oh, I…” She started talking but a puff coming from her left stopped her.

“Seriously dude? You share a class. She’s L/N Y/N from your Theory and Improvisation class.” The voice belonged to Hwang Hyunjin and she felt a funny feeling in her stomach at the realisation that he knows her. Everyone around the table was throwing him weird looks.

“You are right but how do you know that? I’m pretty sure you don’t take that class.” There was a trace of embarrassment in her voice.

“I don’t but sometimes when I wait for those guys outside of the classroom I see you walking out.” He said that with nonchalance taking a bite from his food.

“And how do you know her? She’s not a Music Production major otherwise we would have known. And she’s not a Dance major either otherwise Minho and Felix would have known about her as well.”Changbin’s tone was almost provoking as if Hyunjin had done something bad and he was about to reveal it.

“She’s a Theatre and Film major. Last year when we went to all those theatre spectacles to support Jeongin I was actually paying attention to the plays. She had either the main role or the lead. I remember her being really good.” She felt her cheeks heat at his comment.

“Thank you!” She threw him a smile. However, she got ignored as Lee Felix started talking.

“Do you know her Jeongin?” She somehow felt offended by his question. Maybe that wasn’t his intention but he should have used a different tone.

“Of course I do. We share almost all of our classes and last year we worked on multiple plays together.” Annoyance was present in his voice caused by his friends' ignorance.

She knew Jeongin from the first day. He was the first to speak to her although they didn’t exactly become friends. They kept on working on plays together throughout the entirety of the first year of college but they kept everything mostly professional since they both had their own group of friends and she kind of disliked most of his friends.

“Then how come you never talk about her?” Now, wasn’t Changbin an annoying one? She rolled her eyes discreetly at his question.

“Because we are not the best of friends. Why don’t you talk about Kim Gina from your degree?” The youngest question was a good one. They were acquaintances and barely knew something about each other. What was he supposed to talk about?

“Gina is not hot. What am I supposed to talk about?” The older male said calmly with a shrug of his shoulders.

The water she was just drinking got stuck in her throat and she started coughing violently. Jisung started hitting her back repeatedly trying to help her swallow. When she finally calmed down she looked at him annoyed.

“Who she is, is not important. What’s important is that she is my girlfriend” he gave Changbin a side look ”and you have to accept that. Stop talking about her like she is not sitting right in front of you.” A few of them raised their hands in defeat while some of them averted their eyes. Minho and Changbin rolled their eyes.

She felt her blood pressure spike up at their action. She remembered why she never wanted to talk to any of them. Arrogant pricks.

“Ok, Mister protective boyfriend. Just tell us when you break up.” Minho took a bite of his food done with the younger man’s antics. Everyone knew that he was in love with Mina. The moment she shows some interest in him he would probably leave this one in a heartbeat.

Y/N sucked in a breath discreetly. He really got her worked up and she hated it. She put an arm around Jisungs shoulders and yanked him towards her, his face close to her chest. With her other hand, she grabbed the sides of his face making him look up at her and forcefully pursing his lips.

“Break up? Do you wanna break up with me, babe?” Y/N’s voice was mocking as if she was talking with a child. Jisung swallowed hard before shaking his head. She smiled at his response and used the hand from around his shoulders to ruffle his hair. “That’s what I thought.” She placed a short kiss on his lips before releasing him and turning back to her food.

Everyone at the table was looking at both of them shocked, especially Minho and Changbin. She wanted to let a proud smile escape her but she controlled herself.

For the rest of the lunch, she decided not to engage in any more discussions with Jisung’s friends. She continued eating her food and listened to them talking about things that didn’t involve her, occasionally responding to Hayoon’s texts.

She was the first one to get up, impatient to go to her next class and not have to see them. “Bye guys. It was lovely meeting you!” She smiled at them, a smile half true because she did like some of them. “Bye babe. See you later!” She grabbed the sides of his face again placing another kiss on his lips before taking her empty tray and leaving them alone.

The men all watched her as she made her way out of the cafeteria. When she closed the door behind her they all burst into laughter. Jisung was biting the inside of his cheek irked by their action. When the laughter stopped, Seungmin that was sitting next to him put his hand on his shoulder.

“I absolutely adore your girlfriend. She knows how to keep her ‘babe’ in check I see.” Seungmin tried cupping his face as Y/N did but Jisung slapped his hand away.

“Are you her good boy, Jisungie? Does she give you rewards if you listen to her?” Minho cooed at him and Jisung held back an insult.

“Shut the fuck up. It’s not like that. She surprised me as well. Who the fuck knew she was going to do that?” When he proposed the whole fake dating thing to her he thought it would be easier. Looking at it now he can’t understand why he thought that. He saw the way her fights with Mina unfold and he knew she was an actress which meant that she was probably either crazy confident or really good at faking it. For some reason, he thought she would be easier to tease and control but it would be a lie if he said it didn’t intrigue him. He liked a challenge and if the prize was Mina he would try his best.

“And you man” Chan spoke for the first time “what the fuck was that? Do you know her entire biography?” He was looking at Hyunjin who rolled his eyes.

“I told you I paid attention to last year’s plays. On top of that, she’s hot. I remember that after one spectacle I and the guys from my dance group at the time talked about her for like a month. She was so..” The man let out a groan and threw his head back trying to explain what he meant.

“Sure, tell me more. Did you masturbate to the thought of my girlfriend? Perhaps got any wet dreams about her?” Jisung commented, raising an eyebrow.

Hyunjin winked at him as a smirk made its way on his face. Some of the guys simultaneously let out disgusted sounds at his gesture.

“But how did this whole thing happen? I can’t remember a moment when you talked about her or when you were together.” Felix’s deep voice rang making everyone pay attention to him.

Changbin suddenly let a gasp out and dramatically covered his mouth. “Yesterday our little Jisungie sat next to her in Theory and Improvisation and when the class ended he ran after her. I think he might have had a secret crush!” The older man teased.

“Yeah, but she looked really annoyed with him. Hence why she sprinted out of the class. Why would she accept to date him if she looked like she’d rather listen to Mr Jung talk about the first piano ever invented.” Chan intervened making Jisung shrug his shoulders.

“She was annoyed with me but what can I say? I’m so charming she couldn’t refuse me.” He leaned back in his chair putting his arms over the back of the chair.

“I think she did it out of pity. When she realized you’ve been trying to get Mina for a year and a half now she probably felt so bad for you she decided to sacrifice herself so you look less like a loser.” Hyunjin said his tone way to serious to be a joke.

Jisung threw the man a deadly stare. “At least I didn’t masturbate to the thought of her like a fucking virgin.” He spat in the other man’s face.

“Touche.”

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swampgallows · 3 years

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i still want to finish salt the roads on principle. i have only 3 chapters left, though some chunks are still unwritten, but between the arc of “we made our suicidal character finally commit suicide” and the shitstorm of everything else, i mean jesus christ. the days following the unveiling of sanctum of domination i was forced into a countdown of what i had left: a little less than a third of the war crimes live reading to go (we’re on chapter 25 out of 37), 3 chapters remaining of salt the roads, my fucking Coming Soon™ gabber mix, and i guess running lfr dormazain myself once it’s out on the 27th. after that... what’s left?

i had written pretty recently (to that final fantasy anon) that when i first left wow, it was a natural departure. my friends had all trickled out of the game or onto another server and i didnt want to pay to transfer my character and build up my reputation/community from zero again. i had recently broken up with my longtime boyfriend, and i had just started college. i was at an impasse, and the role that wow had played in my life was coming to an end. so a new chapter started, and the transition between the two was easy. throwing myself into my college work was also a good distraction from the world and people i was leaving behind (and who had left me). and as college went on, i got more involved in the rave scene, and there was a perfect storm of factors that allowed me to do so. disney passes being cheap, being close to the parks, a regular venue at the time being a short bus ride away (versus all the hudson and gotham shit an hour and a half eastbound in san bernardino) and everything else.

it wasnt until i graduated college and got my first job that i got back into wow again, and i knew a new chapter was starting there too. but once my job conditions fell through and stagnated, wow was there to stagnate along with me. there is a prominent chapter of my life marked by the return to wow, and being on tumblr, and everything that came with it. if i had been more “about it” i could have potentially turned it into something profitable, even, for instance if i was actually able to fucking draw anymore let alone keep up with potential commissions. but salt the roads is essentially my ‘trophy’ of this era, as the near-five years ive spent writing and conceptualizing it and running myself ragged theorizing over a blizzard character is a culmination of all the influences and experiences of this time. the friends i made, the expansions that followed, how my job affected me, the bus rides to and from work, the isolation of depression, and even the onset of the fucking pandemic. it’s all there.

i was worried about the fate of tumblr after the horny ban, and there was a mass exodus, but tumblr itself has entered a new era too. then bfa soured the game, and then the pandemic, and then shadowlands was delayed, and since 2019 literally all ive had to truck along for was “i want to finish salt the roads, and i want to see garrosh in shadowlands.” waiting in the pharmacy for take-home meds after being discharged, i sat in a plastic chair thumbing away on my phone, onto tumblr, how scared i was, and how i didnt want to die, because i had to be alive to see garrosh in shadowlands. it was a superficial, childish reason, but it was the only one i had.

i dont think it’s an exaggeration to say that garrosh has become part of my identity, not necessarily in how i see myself but in how people understand and see me. even my coworkers saw my doodles of him (even if they didnt know his name or who, or WHAT, he was), he’s basically the only thing ive drawn in the last 3+ years the few times ive actually drawn anything (where my previous identity for most of my life was that i am An Artist) so even ravers and estranged people on facebook are familiar, and here on tumblr even posting pics from the emergency room anons said “i forgot that you’re a person! you’re just garrosh to me.”

i was not ready to have him be built up just to be immediately ripped away. and with this new reality of wow and blizzard and all of the horrible memories it dredged up, i dont know how i am going to fill the incredible yawning void it has left in its wake. there is no rave scene to speak of yet to fill it with, and i no longer have any studies. i am not even employed. with the state of the real world, the economy, the delta variant now the dominant strain, the cost of housing, the rising temperatures, i dont know if it’s possible to throw myself into any of those things.

i have no fucking idea what to do. it’s too hot to even take my dog to the park. any effort i make toward anything just feels like...whats that line? rearranging deck chairs on the titanic? something like that.

#blathering

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imanativeofswlondondahling · 4 years

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Hiding in Plain Sight (1)- Tom Holland X Reader

Word Count-1792

A/N: This was inspired by this wonderful post by @starsholland. Without it this would not be happening. This will be a multi part fic, but I don’t know how many chapters or when it will be posted so if you’d like to be tagged let me know:) Welcome to Tom being undercover on Tumblr. Quick notes- Y/T/B = Your Tumblr Blog, Y/A is your age :)

“You’re not going to make me go undercover on Tumblr are you?” Tom asks as they hook up the mike to his white t-shirt. “I’ve heard dangerous things about that site.”

“No, no. We’re sticking to Reddit, Twitter, Youtube. Maybe some Quora and IMDB.” The redheaded assistant sitting across from him states as she places the GQ laptop across from him. Tom sees Harrison’s shoulders silently moving up and down, laughing at the idea of him having to go undercover on the site that he had been telling horror stories of for weeks leading up to this interview. “If any of these don’t sound good to you, we can skip them.”

“No, those sound fine.” Tom says. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Camera A ready?” She asks the camera man sitting diagonally from where she is. In response she gets a nod. “Tom when you’re ready say something like I’m Tom Holland and I’m going undercover on the internet to answer your questions. It’s actually me. Something like that.”

From across the room Harrison watches as Tom flows through the questions easily, hoping from site to site with better technical luck than he normally has. He can guess that some of the answers will be giffed and blasted around social media within minutes of this interview going live. It would shock him if it didn’t.

“Check it out mate.” On his screen flashes Tom saying I drink tea darling over and over again. “Your fans love it. Which is good, seeing how upset a lot of them are over the Disney/Sony thing.”

“Where is this?”

“Your favorite site.”

“Instagram?”

“Tumblr.” Tom rolls his eyes and falls back into the couch.

“Why are you even on there?”

“Why aren’t you? So many fangirls, so little time.” Tom shoots a dirty look at Harrison. “But in all seriousness, there’s a lot of great reactions and gifs that you can only find on Tumblr. You should check it out.” Tom reaches for Harrison’s computer but he pulls away. “Make your own account. It costs nothing.”

“Ugh, fine.” Pulling his phone out of his pocket, downloads the app and creates an account. Expecting one of the fangirls to have already have taken his common username, he’s surprised to be able to fill out the form with tomholland2013 as his username. Will that seem too much like him? Who knows. It’s not like he’s planning to actually use this site. He just using it to see what Harrison wants him to see. “What do I look up?”

“Just search the hashtag Tom Holland and look under recent for the most recent stuff. Most of it is your undercover interview. Or you can look under the Tom Holland top posts and see what your fans are obsessed with.” Tom is on the main page and sees a suggestion of blogs. A lot of them have his name intertwined in them with his picture as the profile picture. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to follow some blogs while he’s on here?

The first one he follows is @starsholland who seems to write fanfictions about him but also shares a lot of marvel pictures. By clicking follow it brings up a lot of suggested blogs to follow. He clicks on @tonguetiedholland and sees another fanfiction writer but also a lot of posts between them and other bloggers. “Is this site just fanfiction?”

“No, there’s pictures and edits and stuff too. Why? You only interested in the fanfiction?”

“I only seem to find fanfictions.” Tom replies as he clicks on a blog called @tomhollandsstan, finding a mix of fanfictions, pictures and conversations. However his eyes scroll through one of the fics and find something much more raunchy than he anticipated finding. “Holy hell. What are they writing all of this about?”

“Reading something steamy Tommy?” Harrison teases. Tom feels his face flush with the embarrassment of knowing that there are girls and guys out there picturing stuff like this with him as the main feature.

“I’m getting off this site. It’s bloody porn.”

“No wait, you’ve just stumbled down the wrong path. Let me send you some blogs to look at.” Harrison pulls up some of the ones that are mostly pictures and reactions. “What’s your tumblr handle? I’ll send them to you?”

“Tomholland2013.”

“Really? It wasn’t taken?”

“Nope.”

“See how long it stays secretive.”

“I don’t plan on using it.” Tom says as he hits follow on some of the other blogs that Harrison sent him, including one that was @Y/T/B. He found himself scrolling through it a little more in depth than he had with any of the other pages he had been on. The posts and your reactions were more what he expected of tumblr. Glee filled, but not thirsty. Hitting follow was a no brainer.

Across the country, your phone lights up as you get a notification from Tumblr. You’re about to swipe it away, since your day is currently going down hill as the recipes you’re in the middle of trying out are turning into pinterest fails. Also you should have checked before you started baking a cake that you had powdered sugar to make frosting, so you’ll have to do another pinterest deep dive for a frosting recipe since you can’t use your tried and true recipe.

However, the name on the notification catches your eye- Tomholland2013 has followed you. Wow someone finally snatched the name. There had been jokes around the fandom for months that someone should snag the name so Tom could have it whenever or if-ever he decided to join tumblr. But it seems someone has decided to be Tom. Whoever it is though seems to enjoy your posts because they’re liking your posts in succession. While your stand mixer whirls, you open to their blog and see there’s nothing there. Not even a banner or an icon photo. They must be a super new blog. You back out of their blog and almost back out of the app when you see a message from this Tom Holland wanna be.

From: Tomholland2013

I really like all your edits of Tom. Can I use one as my profile pic? X

You pause for a second before replying. This person wasn’t the first to ask to use one of your edits as a profile picture. Why does this feel different though? It has to just be because of the name. You click to reply to the ask.

I’m so surprised someone finally took the name. Me and @imanativeofswlondondahling had a bet going on for how long it was going to stay open in case Tom wanted it. Anyway, feel free to use my edits, or if you have a favorite picture of Tom, send it my way and I’ll make an edit for you.

You hit send on the ask before you can change your mind and then you turn back to your cake- which has probably been overwhipped now.

“Do I have a favorite picture of Tom?” Tom mumbles to himself as he reads over your reply. He’d love to see something that was made for him, but that means finding a picture of himself that he wants edited. “Harrison, com’ere mate. Take a selfie with me.”

“What’s this for?” Harrison asks before posing. @Y/T/B wouldn’t know this was just a selfie. You’d probably think he just did a Google deep dive.

“Need a profile picture. For my blog.” Tom teases, before clicking back to his messages on tumblr. There has to be a way to send a direct message instead of an ask like he did before. He had been planning to use an edit you had done of him saying I drink tea darling, but he wasn’t going to toss up having a custom made icon. After fiddling around on the app for a few minutes Tom finally figures out how to send a message and sends the picture he had snapped with Harrison a few minutes earlier. He tacks on a quick message asking her to do whatever she wants with the picture and to take as long as she wants and or needs. After hitting send, he clicks back to your blog's main page, trying to learn more about you.

At the top of your page, simply stated, it reads Y/N, Y/A, Tom Holland Fan. Well that does tell him you’re around his age, so that makes him feel less like a creeper. He wants to know everything he can about you, but all he can find through scrolling is mainly, well him. He can’t explain why, but there’s a sort of pull towards you from what he can find in your messages to other people and responding to anon messages, you seem like someone he’d want to be friends with. You have a great sense of humor and make jokes as often as you can in your messages.

“Haz, can I turn on notifications for, like a certain blog?” Tom calls across the living room.

“Thought you weren’t going to use it.”

“There’s a couple blogs I like.”

“Sure, let me show you.” Tom passes his phone over and watches as Harrison turns on notifications for your blog. “Oh she’s great. Her reactions when news is posted is great.” A notification pops up on your screen. “Apparently she just posted.”

A cake maker I am not destined to be. Gordon Ramsay will make an idiot sandwich out of me.

A picture of a very sad looking cake appears under her text. “Maybe she should stick to making edits.” Harrison jokes.

“Mate, that’s rude.”

“But it’s not wrong. Plus it’s not like yours would look much better.”

“Mine would be worse.” Taking his phone back, he clicks on the comment bubble and types out: looks better than anything I would make X His inbox dings a couple moments later.

How have I never seen this photo of Harrison and Tom? Did it get posted while I was attempting to bake?

I think it’s an old photo. Found it on my phone. X And technically that’s not a lie.

Well I’ll hop on that edit. Any colors you prefer?

Blue or Red would be good I guess. X

I’ll get right on that. What’s with all the x’s?

Oh it’s a European thing. It’s just how we sign off texts and messagesX

If it’s annoying I can try and not do it?X

It’s fine. Just didn’t know why it was there.

Do you think Tom does it?

Oh most definitely. What kind of Brit would he be if he didn’t?X

Well I’ll go get on the edit, hopefully I’ll have it done in the next day or so

No hurryX

Thanks againX

#Tom holland #tom holland tumblr #tom holland undercover #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #harrison osterfield #imanativeofswlondondahling #starsholland #tonguetiedholland #tomhollandsstan

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I agree with you about the post vagueing at CQL, I enjoy it as a piece of media but I read MDZS first and CQL fandom does seem to be coming from an entirely different place which can sometimes be baffling. Sometimes I see posts that are like "WWX is my unproblematic gay fave" and I want to be like, I love him but he *was* a war criminal. Part of the draw for me is that almost everyone is morally grey in MDZS and even the villains are complex, but that seems to get lost in CQL fandom.

Hi anon,

I mean, it is entirely possible that OP of that post was vague-blogging about many shows (as the notes of the post demonstrates) but the why of the success of CQL with western viewers who had never before watched anything produced in China..... is concisely explained by that post ngl. I personally resonated with this passage:

as soon as any amount of Gay Representation is involved because people love to hype up shows with characters that are shippable (i.e. reasonably generic enough to be molded into a thousand different scenarios) but otherwise not that engaging or realistic versus like, narratives that are super refined and speak to very specific experiences but don’t leave much room for imaginative interpretation. like “fantasy show that has some gay people in it I guess” tends to get more traction than like, idk, a really poignant movie about complex and imperfect people navigating through their own microcosm of the world.

It also speaks, personally, to another one of my pet peeve which is that people who are super engaged in fandom stuff and cry out about representation often seem not to also consume explicitly queer works that do not make for easy shipping fodder? I don’t often see these blogs sharing information about good queer movies--I get all my recs for new queer shows/movies from non-fandom blogs, other queer friends and going through queer movie rec lists on the internet or new queer movies list--but boy do they often recommend the new shippy movie or tv shows. And to a degree I do the same because this is a side-blog that is supposedly only about MDZS stuff, but while I have seen multi-blog fandoms share info about a rare trope-y or mainstream movie like Happiest Season, I never see them talk about movies like Dating Amber? Monsoon? Maxime et Matthias? The Shiny Shrimps? Kajillionaire? Our Love Story? Portrait de la jeune fille en feu? Or tv series like In the Flesh or Gentleman Jack? just to name stuff I’ve watched lately.

And I get the entertainment of fandom and shipping, I really do, but it gets tiring at times to see people in Western fandoms use “representation” as the “draw-in” for their engagement with a piece of media when by “representation” they just mean two dudes looking at each other a lot and having interactions that can be read as queer or platonic depending on the viewer........ Like, wow, you know stories that explore queer experiences and queer love do actually exist, right? Right? I still remember the days of only having access to cable and a small town video store but y’all don’t have to?

Anyway, did I have a point? Maybe? I’m just exhausted and bitter these days so y’all don’t mind me too much.

#anon ask #fandom discussions #brine corner #Anonymous

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BnHA Chapter 259: Jakku General Hospital

Previously on BnHA: We chilled with Hawks and Twice, who filled us in on the various different facets of Pliff’s plan to fuck over the world. For starters there are like a dozen new bad guys who are each heading different Pliff regiments, just in case anyone forgot that this is a literal army we’re dealing with here. Hawks also reminded us of the fact that Twice can clone basically any one of the bad guys as many times as he wants now, so that’s a nicely terrifying thought to sit and mull over. We learned that once Tomura is done powering up, the villains intend to attack all over the country simultaneously and basically destroy society as we know it. Oh and also kill all the heroes of course. But I think we already knew that. Anyway, so the one bright side in all of this is that Twice naively let it slip to Hawks where Tomura was currently undergoing his Frankenstein procedure. And so the chapter ended with basically all of the heroes in Japan launching a surprise attack in the mountains of Kyoto, while the kids waited on standby to help with the evacuations. And I know that doesn’t sound very safe, but... well... shit.

Today on BnHA: A quiet morning in the Kyoto suburb of Jakku. All is peaceful -- or so it seems. Little does the elderly CEO of Jakku General Hospital (a stand-up citizen, philanthropist, and caretaker of orphans all across the country) know that lying in wait just outside his doors is a group of wicked and immoral HEROES ready to -- okay lol you know what, I can’t. Not sure what I was really going for there anyway. So! Meanwhile in the woods outside the ol’ villain hotel, a second group of heroes led by Edgeshot and featuring several child heroes in training, including KAMINARI WHO WAS LITERALLY JUST BORN YESTERDAY AND SHOULD BE AT HOME IN HIS NURSERY WATCHING PAW PATROL AND NOT OUT HERE IN THE WOODS WHERE HE IS IN TERRIBLE DANGER, is gathered and ready to attack the League’s main forces. So things kick off with Death Arms apprehending the traitorous Slidin’ Go, while elsewhere the heroes bust into Jakku General Hospital to capture Ujiko. Show of hands, who here thinks this is going to go smoothly? ...Yep. Yeah. That’s what I thought.

okay guys, before we get started I’m gonna answer a couple of relevant asks from last week. first:

I’m almost hesitant to talk about this, because I’m paranoid that Viz and co. could pounce on these sites again at any moment, and so I feel like this sort of thing is better left to private messages and discord servers. but I guess one little mention of it won’t hurt. so the site currently doing the scanlations is readheroacademia.com, which has been around for a while. and there are several other sites which also host the new chapters and have all of the old chapters archived as well. kissmanga is a big one which I know a lot of people use, but my personal favorite is readmha.com (idk, I just feel like its layout is... cleaner? if that makes any sense)

also do keep in mind that all of these sites are pretty ad-heavy, so I wouldn’t recommend visiting without a good adblocker at the ready (I generally use Chrome on both desktop and mobile, and have uBlock Origin and Disable HTML5 Autoplay enabled on my desktop browser). that being said, I’ve never had any issues myself

good question! I was actually thinking about doing a weekly follow-up post on Sundays after the official Viz translation comes out, but obviously I did not end up doing that last week lol. so now I’m thinking it might be easier for me to just post any subsequent thoughts/remarks in the following week’s chapter recap, since I’m already committed to doing those anyway and so it makes it harder to flake out

so that said, my one follow-up thought about chapter 258 is that the fan scanlation seems to have mistranslated that whole “AFO’s resurgence” part. in Viz’s version Hawks was instead saying that the PLF’s plans would “throw the world into chaos and enthrone Shigaraki atop the rubble.” and he then referred to Tomura as the second coming of All for One. sooooo, pretty much exactly the opposite of the other translation lol. this is a big blow to my continued effort to search for evidence that AFO is gonna come back and be the final villain, but I am still not deterred. we will continue to fight on until AFO either actually dies, or does come back like I keep predicting he will! please try to work with me a little better here, AFO

one other thing, instead of “New World Movement”, Viz used the same “Vanguard Action” regiment name that was used during the forest training camp arc. Caleb said that the wording (“kaibyaku koudou”) was exactly the same. so I’ll be using that too moving forward. I guess that means that Pliff is still on the menu though, pity

anyway so let’s get started now

so it’s a house... no, holy shit, wait, it’s the house!

THE NEW TODOROKI HOUSE OH MY GOD. ahhhhh lol what the fuck is this. Todofeels coming up to slap me in the face out of nowhere?! here I thought we were gonna just dive right into the Shigaraki raid and the resulting carnage

I’m... not really sure how I feel about this? like, right now I’m not trusting anything Horikoshi does lol. “quiet beginnings” you say? this is just a sneaky new way to bring me more pain. isn’t it

(ETA: I guess “quiet beginnings” also summarizes the other activities of this chapter pretty well. also is that Natsuo’s girlfriend??! at first I thought it was Rei, but those look like quirk-related ears? so Natsu then really is living his best college life huh.)

oh hey everyone it’s a brand new character!

(ETA: wait, is he actually quirkless? or is that just another LIE. you big LIAR.)

I’m so curious what the kanji is for this latest name. can’t wait for Caleb to enlighten us. I wonder if it’s “shi” as in “death”, just like with Tomura/AFO’s name. and no idea at all what “Maruta” means. basically I just want to know if there’s some pun or something, since yet again he’s obviously using a fake alias here

(ETA: so someone informed me in an anon ask that this is a reference to Unit 731, which was a Japanese unit that undertook lethal human experimentation during WWII. basically the people who conducted the experiments referred to their human subjects as “logs” to dehumanize them. and the Japanese word for log is, you guessed it, maruta. so that’s an extremely powerful and disturbing association for this name, and it’s obvious now why Horikoshi went with it.

that said, the anon said that some people were really upset by this name choice, and while I guess I can understand that, I also think that’s kind of the point, though? like, it’s supposed to be horrifying. anyone with a human conscience and any kind of empathy whatsoever should be horrified. and atrocities like that shouldn’t be forgotten, and I actually think that for someone born and raised and living in Japan like Horikoshi to be making a reference to this is fairly ballsy. because my understanding is that, like a lot of Japan’s other war crimes, it was more or less hushed up by the government afterwards, and isn’t really taught in schools or mentioned in history textbooks other than in passing. so while I can understand people maybe finding it disrespectful, I don’t think it was meant as such. it seems to me that if anything, Horikoshi wants people to look into it and be educated about it. and again, obviously he’s associating it here with easily the most reprehensible and morally sickening character in the entire series, which is fitting I think. anyway so those are my thoughts on that.)

anyway, guess what guys? looks like we’ve got ourselves another Star Wars reference! let’s just hope this particular Jakku doesn’t wind up as wrecked as its namesake when all’s said and done. it’s gonna be a loooooong day

you guys. Maruta is such a nice guy

he’s a philanthropist! and he runs orphanages all over the country! wow! what a great person!! and nursing homes as well, where residents presumably die on the regular (of old age and other natural causes no doubt), at which point they are presumably cremated, and I wonder who runs the cremation facilities? I’m sure whoever it is is definitely on the up-and-up

and “quirk-based community healthcare.” I wonder if they’re selective about who they treat based on what their quirks are. all the better to make sure people with particularly strong and/or unique quirks get the specialized treatment they need!

anyway. see, this is more like what I expected. some super dark shit, and finally some answers to a few long-established questions as well, but not without a price. that price being the churning feeling in my gut right now lol. oh man. well I just ate, so that might have something to do with it. but I tell ya, nothing makes you vaguely queasy like trying your best not to think about a massive conspiracy to kidnap and torture innocent children in the pursuit of ultimate power! so anyways I sure do hate this!

fffff like, really hate it. I HATE IT SO MUCH

[reluctantly goes ahead and slides AFO down one notch on my list of people I need to see die the most] well there it is. we have a new champion

so now we’re cutting to a hero briefing!

y’all is that THE SHERIFF. PLEASE. IT’S BEEN SO LONG. BUDDY I MISSED YA

so Nao says he had one of his guys go undercover to investigate, and they found that this hospital’s blueprints included a giant suspicious unlabeled place that nobody knows anything the fuck about

oh my god. you guys. forget Tomura, could that also be where they’re keeping the Noumus?? omg. omg omg omg. omgggggggggggg. omg

-- AHHHHHHHHHH

IF THE NEXT PANEL ISN’T JUST A CHORUS OF EVERYONE IN THE ROOM ALL SAYING “WHAT THE FUCK” SIMULTANEOUSLY, I’M GONNA DEMAND SOME ANSWERS, BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU, HAVING ALREADY KNOWN ALL ABOUT POOR JOHN-KUN AND ALL THIS FUCKED UP SHIT MYSELF, I STILL AUDIBLY SWORE OUT LOUD. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M GONNA DO IT AGAIN TOO, BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK

come on, is Pixie Bob the only one of you here with normal human reactions or what?!

RIGHT?! YOU ALL ARE LOOKING AT A TINY MOUND OF FLESH WITH VEINY BULGING EYES JUST OGGLING BLANKLY OUT FROM ITS EXPOSED BRAINS. NOT TO MENTION IT’S GOT TWO OF WHAT VAGUELY RESEMBLE EARS, BUT WHAT I’M PRETTY SURE ARE ACTUALLY NOSES?? AND A SEVERED SPINAL CORD TAIL DANGLING OUT FROM BEHIND. ALL OF WHICH IS PLASTERED TOGETHER LIKE A LUMPY MOLD OF CLAY ATOP TWO CHILD-SIZED LEGS, which are wearing fucking sneakers, with fucking velcro and shit. fuck. fuck

lol Nao

oh yes, not difficult at all. I’m sure he’ll come along real quietly. hey, let me know how that one works out, okay

“we have the trauma of Hosu and Kamino still haunting us.” thanks for that reminder. gonna have another city to add to that list real soon aren’t we. preemptive r.i.p. Jakku

oh man you guys. can you feel this tension building up

interesting how he says “destiny.” I wonder if that’s the actual dialogue. at any rate this overconfidence is terrifying and I would really like for you all to stop jinxing shit my dudes

-- WHAT DID I JUST SAY

holy shit. please tell me this is a separate group from the Endeavor group we saw at the end of the last chapter

but that doesn’t make any sense though, because this group has Midnight and Kamui, two of their deadliest and most efficient capture specialists. not to mention Edgeshot the literal ninja who can break into anywhere. so this really should be the vanguard here based on what I’m seeing, but if that’s the case why are the eighteen-year-old Tamaki and the sixteen-year-old Toadette right there with them?? can we not, you guys. can we not

fucking shit. at least they’ve got Ms. Joke there too to back them up. if we actually get to see her quirk in action I can die happy. and so, presumably, will the villains

so the “hospital team” (is that the Endeavor team??) said they’re gonna eliminate the villains’ warping ability, which presumably means John-kun. do they even know it’s him that does it?? they don’t seem to actually know who Ujiko fucking is so I have my doubts?

on the bright side though, it seems like this Midnight team is actually going to be raiding the mansion, and won’t be involved in the hospital raid. but on the less bright side, the mansion is arguably almost as dangerous. :/ that’s where Twice is!! and probably most of the League! but at least they don’t have a dozen Noumus in the basement just waiting to be unleashed

god. people, if we don’t get moving on this action soon I am going to give myself a damn heart attack. this is way too much suspense for a chill Friday night

son of a bitch that guy behind Toadette is Honenuki, I just realized. what the fuck, U.A. ?? “hey kids! guess what! we’re going on a field trip!!” ...

-- NO!!!!!!

IT WILL NOT BE ALL RIGHT!! DON’T YOU LIE TO THEM!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!! Tamaki, fine, okay, he’s experienced, and arguably more powerful than half the people there. Toadette, she’s just a kid, but she also tried to kill Tokoyami back during the joint training arc and I’m still not sure how I feel about that so whatever! Honenuki is probably the most responsible person in this entire group so fine. Tokoyami needs to be there to have a lot of angst about Hawks

but Kaminari. Kaminari fucking Denki. no. no, sir. excuse the fuck out of me. how fucking dare you. he is a five-year-old boy in the body of a high-voltage adolescent. and he’s maybe, just maybe, more powerful than anyone else in this fucking group but that still doesn’t give you the right to put this little baby boy RIGHT ON THE FRONT FUCKING LINES!! holy shit! HIS BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!! I DON’T LIKE ANY OF THIS

OH MY GOD

RIGHT?!?!? omg omg omg omg omg

he’s literally wailing “I miss class 1-A” so loudly that it’s echoing all the way through the forest. see now that’s why you DON’T TAKE KAMINARI WITH YOU ON YOUR SECRET STEALTH ATTACK MISSION!! would somebody please point me towards whoever’s fucking idea this was so that I can go kick their fucking ass please and thank you

and here are the rest of them oh my god

Momo, Mina, Jirou, and Kiri at the forefront. okay, fine. this, I do like

so Edgeshot says they’ve surrounded the villains on all sides. man, no wonder they’re so worried about their warping capabilities. this is basically their one chance to capture all the bad guys in one fell swoop. I guess it makes more sense why all their capture specialists are in Edgeshot’s group, then

now I’m starting to wonder exactly what task lies in store for the Wonder Trio’s group, though? because they said evacuation, but is that really all there is to it? it’s no secret that Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki are the three strongest interns they have. so you’re really expecting me to believe that they put baby Denki there on the front lines and yet plan on keeping their heaviest hitters in reserve? Nao is there more to this plan that you’re not telling us

oh shit Endeavor wants to know where his adopted chicken son is at

it genuinely does warm my heart to see Endeavor worrying about Hawks. I’m glad Hawks has at least one person out there who actually gives a shit about him. even if that person is mister father of the year here. the plot thickens

I wonder if Enji would actually die to save Hawks, if it came to that. which I’m not saying it would. but we all know some fucking shit is about to go down so I’m just having these thoughts here okay!

Nao always looks so tired nowadays. man

so he clearly does know who Endeavor’s talking about, though. one of these days I’d like to get a clearer understanding of what exactly Naomasa’s rank is and how high he is in terms of clearance, because the idea that he’s actually privy to more information than the number one fucking hero is kind of bonkers to me, ngl. this guy is literally just a detective, right?? not even a commissioner or anything. and yet he’s involved in everything. I used to suspect that he might be the traitor lol, and while I’m pretty sure by now that’s not the case, I’m still curious as to exactly what his deal is. does he even have a quirk?? anyways

so now Endeavor is hmphing and stomping off, and meanwhile there are some closeups of Mic and Aizawa

is that a whistle. do you guys think Mic could literally kill a man with his voice. shit. why do I kind of want to see it happen

as for Endeavor, I wonder if he was the one who made sure that his son and his friends weren’t on the front lines with the rest of them. sometimes it’s good to have some influence in these things

looooooool as if on cue

well. that sure doesn’t sound like he intends to keep them out of harm’s way. does he really have that much faith in them??

serious question, why exactly are all of the heroes seemingly so confident that this is going to work? it scares me because it makes me feel like in spite of Hawk’s intel they still don’t have a clue what they’re truly up against

so now we’re cutting to some random street somewhere and WOULD YOU LOOK WHO IT FUCKING IS

Slidin’ Go Suck An Egg. oh how I hate this man

look at him

I hate his stupid face!

OH SHIT

TRAFFIC CONE MAN, ARE YOU FINALLY GOING TO REDEEM YOURSELF FOR NOT RESCUING KACCHAN ON THAT DAY TWO YEARS AGO BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID OF A LITTLE SLUDGE? BECAUSE I’M HERE FOR IT! IF YOU WANT TO JUST GO AHEAD AND SNAP HIS NECK, I WILL TURN THE OTHER WAY AND ACT LIKE I DIDN’T SEE, I PROMISE

wow, Burnin’s team really is just evacuating people

I mean they’re obviously going to run into a Noumu, and just like that they’ll be in more danger than anyone, but at least for now it really does seem like the minds behind this raid wanted to keep them relatively out of danger. so yeah, for now I’m gonna chalk that up to Endeavor’s influence that they’re here rather than in the forest with the rest of their class

and here comes the hospital team!

well that answers my question about Nao’s rank. so he’s not even a chief. that really is fucking ridiculous but whatever

and why do I feel like this poor undercover subordinate is mere seconds away from becoming the first casualty in what I think is about to become the most violently snafued situation we’ve seen in this manga to date. like this shit is going to make Kamino look like the fucking state fair. fuck

...

I really wish I could believe that he was about to go down and it really was going to be just that easy

HERE WE GO!!

(ETA: so then they do know that he’s the guy who made the Noumu? including the one that nearly took him out in Kyushu? and they’re still acting like this is going to be a walk in the park? ?? what??)

knock knock, who’s there, JUSTICE

YESSSSSSS

(ETA: sure hope Endeavor’s light here doesn’t go summoning any darkness. welp.)

YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR CRIMES OF BEING TOO HORRIBLE TO EVEN FUCKING CONTEMPLATE, LET ALONE JOKE ABOUT! YOU SON OF A BITCH, GET FUCKED

oh my god. we’re really just gonna end it like that. well I guess next chapter we can all play a fun game of “let’s all count the pages until everything goes horribly wrong.” won’t that be a laugh. 10 to 1 the Noumu really are in the secret room and they’re all gonna be set loose by next week’s cliffhanger. remind me to have “Into the Trap” by John Williams cued up and ready to go lol

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marie-bluem · 4 years

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Random Entry: 07/01/20

(Please don’t reblog, repost, etc)

It’s been raining a lot lately, which has kind of put me in a nostalgic mood lately and given me this sudden urge to want to look back on some of my old blog posts, entries, and past years. Also the current state of our world right now and other things, especially the current state of the U.S. right now, has made me feel sad ( I am kind of feeling a tiny bit of that summer time sadness/blues ;-;)🌦📔

However, seeing the progress being made by everyone working together to bring more awareness to the inequalities and issues that still need to be addressed, not just in the U.S. but in the world in general, and being able to help and take part with my friends and just being able to keep in touch with my friends, has made me feel more hopeful and inspired as well. Overall, the past month of June had just kind of put in a reflective mood and want to reflect back on some things/ memories/ personal experiences etc and just write about and comment on some things like some of my past posts as an effort to try to write gain a bit more on here.

Also I’m really sorry anons that I haven’t finished answering the rest of your anons. As you saw from my last posts, these past months have been months where many have been working together to spread more awareness and info on issues like police brutality, mental health awareness, BLM movement, Juneteenth and more, that I just personally felt it was and still is more important to reblog posts on those topics in order to bring more awareness to those topics, and limit my amount of personal posts/ posts that don’t have to do with those topics. So I’m really sorry, but I have not forgotten about your anon asks! What I plan to try to do is answer just one of your asks once a week and like I said I will still post/ reblog some personal posts but I will also try to reblog more posts containing info on more important topics. So I will still try to post/ reblog personal content and continue to answer some of your anons! ^^

Okay lol you can just ignore the rest of my text below lol (you don’t have to read what is below this ;-;) Like I said , the rest of the text will be a few of my comments/ thoughts as well as thoughts I remember having when I reblogged some of my old entries, posts etc. ^^ . Also please don’t reblog this post (I’m sorry I just really don’t want to encounter a lot of weird tumblr bots again 😥 😭

January 2013:

Aw My first posts and the beginning of this blog ^^ I can’t believe it has already been more than 7 years since I created my Tumblr blog. I remember not knowing anything about Tumblr until my friend Emily told me “Marielisa, have you downloaded Tumblr, you should make your own Tumblr blog and follow mine please”. We didn’t even have proper phones back then (I had an old blackberry phone lol) since we were still in middle school. I remember only being able to log onto Tumblr when we had computer lab or got to use and take home our school’s iPads. Lol since I was way more shy back then, my friend ended up writing my first post saying hi and asking others to follow me and recommending me some blogs . My friend and I were really into 1D back then so I remember most of the blogs I followed back then were blogs about 1D, polyvore outfits, outfit mood boards, London, Paris/ traveling and quotes. Lol I remember Zayn being my favorite 1D member followed by Liam (before Liam shaved his hair lol; my friend and I were shook 😶 ) I remember Zayn being my favorite due to his introverted and shy yet playful personality. Wow a lot of time sure has passed since then. But, I guess some things never change though because traveling is still one of the things on my bucket list, I still hold this unexplainable yearning and wanderlust for visiting Europe (especially France and Italy),and also still am very fond of poetry, book quotes, moodboards, and listening to 1D throwback songs from time to time with my friends✨ 💛.

February 2013:

Aw I think this is when The Perks of Being a Wallflower had come out. I remember being really excited to see how the movie had turned out since The Perks of Being a Wallflower was one of my favorite books at the time and held (and still does) a special meaning for me. Haha I remember ‘falling in love’ with Logan Lerman, wishing I could meet my own “Charlie” / Logan Lerman lol. Lol I remember wishing to be able to meet a some-what shy, dorky/ funny and thoughtful guy whom I could be awkward, silly and care-free with and share songs with haha. I also remember falling in love with the ost of the movie. To this day, Heroes by David Bowie aka the tunnel song is one of my favorite songs (as well as Come On Eileen and more favorite songs which just keep on accumulating ;-;) (I also remember wanting to have my own living room routine dance with someone. Lol if anyone has read this far and gets this reference, I appreciate you 💝 )

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From looking at some of those posts I also realized that some things haven’t change like my love for strawberries lol, my love for city views, and my love for cozy, fluffy sweaters and cardigans (sweater weather). 🍓🌃 🧥

I also still enjoy listening to some songs from The Beatles and really old songs in general.🎶

I no longer want to find a “Charlie”; I just want a thoughtful, kind, and funny guy who can be both quirky/ silly and serious depending on the situation, as well as hardworking, honest about his thoughts (is able to open up to me about his thoughts, feelings, worries so that I can do the same and so that we can both find comfort in one another and not second-guess one another) and a good listener/ someone whom I can have random, deep or silly late night conversations with lol, go on spontaneous outings with, and whom I can just be my some-what shy, awkward, random lol , sensitive, normal self around . (Also someone who preferably loves/ enjoys Spring and Autumn (especially Autumn) just as much as I do and who loves animals/ pets ;-;)

Spring 2013:

The time during which I got to watch the movie “The Art of Getting By” and time during which I really did feel a bit lost in my thoughts. (The Art of Getting By also has one of my favorite indie osts ) I remember having a lot of thoughts (‘worries’’) on what might happen after I finished middle school in May and started High school in June (It makes my heart feel warm remembering the small things my younger self used to worry about) I remember wondering about what High school was going to be like, feeling kind of anxious and scared about getting lost on the first day of classes in a bigger school compared to my small middle school. Lol I remember thinking: Would I be able to make any new friends or at least have some of my middle school friends attend the same high school as me? Would I have trouble opening my locker again? Lol my middle school self didn’t have any clue as to what was going to happen and the many things my high school self would experience and overcome. (Lol the things my middle school self used to worry about 😆 🤧

Thinking back, I think that if my middle school self were to have known or been able to take a glimpse at what my high school was going to be like and known how I would have to attend classes with much older college students I think that my middle school self wouldn’t have known have to feel nor believed it and might have even felt more overwhelmed about starting high school. I don’t think my middle school self would have been able to see just how much that experience and my decision to attend my high school over the other program that had also accepted me, would allow me to not only mature a bit more and grow as a person, but also learn to take control over my anxiety (little by little) and meet and befriend some of the most kindest and dear people to me who are now my closest and dear friends.

Because of that I can’t help but to wonder what would have happened to me if I hadn’t decided to attend the high school that I did, met the people that I did. If I didn’t meet my friends of now back then would I, by some chance have still been able to meet them in a different place at a different time? That’s why I’m really glad I decided to attend my high school because even though it did lead me to experience some of the most difficult and mentally draining periods in my life , I would not change my decision if I was given a chance to go back and change it. I can’t imagine my life today without my friends whom I met back then and some other special people (particularly one person) because even though they might not know it or realize it they changed me in a good way and became a very important and precious part of my life. I’m very thankful for having been able to cross paths with them and for them having crossed paths with me 💖 .

August 2013:

I’m trying to think back as to what or who hurt me to reblog those posts lol 😶(wow I was so emo; My last year of middle school was filled with angst huh ;-; ) but I can’t remember. This made me realize though that there is some truth in what some people say in that: as time passes by we learn to slowly heal, let go, and forget of the things or people who might have hurt us. Before we know it, we don’t remember any of those not so happy times or those memories just don’t hurt anymore because as time goes by we begin to make more happy and precious memories with people and friends that make us feel warm and loved. As for embarrassing moments/ memories (we all have them ^^ lol ) I found that as time goes by those memories don’t feel as embarrassing anymore but rather funny making me feel fond of those moments and smile at how funny and precious those moments actually were. So, if any of you reading this also have some not so nice memories just know that with time, and as you slowly learn to let go of them and spend more time making more happy memories rather than dwelling on those not so pleasant memories, those not so pleasant memories will slowly heal and scatter away. As for those embarrassing memories, they will slowly blossom into something precious you might fondly look back on one day and laugh at 😆 (which is one of the best feelings).

September 2013:

My first full month attending my high school (AHS) lol. I remember I had gone on a trip with my family early that summer so I wasn’t able to attend the summer bridge program that my high school organized for freshmen students. Since I didn’t go to the summer program, I couldn’t help but feel nervous and a bit lost on the first day of classes because I didn’t know which homeroom class (cohort) I was supposed to be in. I also didn’t know any of the teachers or anyone in my class because my childhood friend (Em) got placed in a different class. Apart from her there were only 2 other people from my middle school that were also accepted into my high school, but I wasn’t close with them/ didn’t know them that well. I remember feeling very anxious and shy when I walked into my class, especially when I saw that most of my classmates had already become a bit more close with one another over the summer. I felt so small and was way more shy back then. But I ended up worrying for nothing because my first day of high school ended up being very nice.

Even though I didn’t know anyone in my class, everyone was nice and ended up making me feel more comfortable. I will always feel thankful to my friend Amber because she was one of the first people in my class who talked to me and helped introduce me to some of the friends she had already made in the class . Because of her, I was able to make some other high school friends in my class who were all also nice and friendly and made me feel comfortable by starting conversations with me (if by any chance Karis and Kaylyn you are still using your tumblr blogs and read my post lol I just want to say thank you for understanding my shy personality and giving me time to open up, I will always appreciate that). I remember that after that first kind of nerve-wrecking month of school lol, I was also able to befriend my current, close friends Darlyn, Yasmin, as well as meet my other current-close friends Erika, Frances, Trisha, and Nathaniel, who although I wasn’t really close to them back then (but was able to meet thanks to my childhood friend Emily) , have now all become precious friends of mine 💖 💛 I’m also thankful, because of those friends I was also able to meet you - a little bit weird, dorky and kinda shy , blue shooting star like boy who I think will always have a special memory corner in my heart just like my friends and everyone I love, despite you maybe never knowing that and that’s okay. I hope that maybe one day when we meet and actually see each other in person after many years with our group of friends, we can say hi to each other, talk, laugh, and smile normally and forget about past awkwardness.

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I remember wanting to be able to go to one of those old red phone booths in London, that people had turned into book trading posts/ spots where you could take some of your old books to the phone booth and exchange them for other book that other people had read. (I still kind of want to do this to be honest lol ;-;)

Looking at my post of that blanket fort reminded me of how I always wanted to build my own blanket fort and decorate it with fairy lights and invite my friends and boyfriend to watch a movie while eating popcorn and baked pastries inside the fort lol (I still want to this too shh lol >.<)

Looking at that post of a drawing of an old and vintage record player also reminded me how I never want to get one of those old vintage record players or anything that’s an antique tbh due to so many horror/ scary movies that I have watched ;-;

That post of the mountain overlooking a crescent moon made me want to go on a road trip and camp with friends under the night sky while roasting s’mores after this pandemic subsides 🤧

October 2013:

I think this is when most of my friends read and or were reading the Fault in Our Stars lol since the movie was said to come out in 2014. I remember that particular quote really resonating with me and being one of my favorites from the book as well as the quotes: “You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you”, “Some infinities are bigger than other infinities” and the quote I came across for which the title was ironically based on:“The Fault Dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, for that we are underlings”.🌃

I remember the quote:” My Thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations” really resonating with me at that time because I remember having so many thoughts and often feeling a range of emotions and sometimes feeling more deeply about some things compared to others and my friends and not knowing how to explain or express thoughts/ feelings to others in a way that made sense to them. It’s like I had so many ideas and thoughts but I often found myself holding them back because I just did not know how to get my words or thoughts across, especially during writing/ when it came to writing essays for class etc. I remember that being one of the main reasons as to why I didn’t really enjoy nor looked forward to English/ writing class despite loving to read books, and free-writing. I don’t know, I guess the teaching style of my 9th and even 10th grade English teacher and class in general, just made me feel so restricted when it came to writing about my personal thoughts/ ideas regarding a book or topic. Due to that, I kind of started to get writer’s block more often and did not enjoy writing for a while because I just personally felt that the class’ and teachers’ preferences when it came to writing about our own personal ideas and thoughts made writing feel less free, authentic, and fun and instead made writing feel more forced and restrictive.It also at some point made me feel discouraged to try to express my thoughts and opinions about a book/ topic through writing due to those teachers not allowing me or others more time and freedom to gather and express our thoughts so that they could understand them/ try to see them from a different point of view. But it’s okay, that did not stop my love to free-writing during my own time and my love to want to capture some moments, feelings and thoughts in writing. Overtime, I found that academic writing will always in some sense feel more restrictive and forced, but that does not mean that all English professors are the same, and will make writing and reading feel restrictive because I really enjoyed my English college classes during 11th and 12th grade. My English professor during that time allowed us to be more free with our writing, opinions, and thoughts while still helping us improve our writing skills.

During 2013 I also remember still feeling scared and anxious to share my personal opinions and thoughts on topics a lot more during conversations with my close friends or simply during class participation in fear that I might say something wrong, not know how to explain myself in front of a bigger group of people , and that others might laugh at me for that, due to not so nice past experiences. But thanks to my friends’ understanding nature, empathy, and encouragement, I slowly started to gain more courage, feel more confident, and slowly but surely began to open up to them a lot more about my inner thoughts, random and quirky thoughts lol, worries, and rants haha and vice versa- they opened up to me more too which allowed all of us to find comfort within one another and I’m very thankful and will always be thankful for that💖 💝

Another quote that I remember being very fond of was the quote: “You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you” because it’s true. We don’t really get to choose if we get hurt or don’t get hurt, but we do have some say and or power in deciding who we allow to hurt us or keep on hurting us. We have the ability to change and leave a situation/ place/ etc that keeps hurting us and or making us unhappy.

Another quote that I remember being very fond of was the quote: “ Some infinities are bigger than other infinities”. I remember finding this quote comforting in the sense that although maybe my time spent with a family member, group of friends, crush, or significant other might one day come to an end and or turn out to be a smaller infinity due to certain life circumstances, my smaller infinity with them will still have been very precious and felt like a bigger infinity to me that will never cease to end in my memories. That quote was also comforting in a sense that it led me realize that although our time with someone whom we care about and love might be a smaller infinity during a certain point in our lives, we could come across that someone once again during a different point in our lives (future) and find that all that time our time with that someone was actually one of those bigger infinities made up of smaller infinities.

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The last quote related to the Fault in Our Stars that I remember being very fond of is: “The Fault Dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, for that we are underlings”. I remember liking this quote because I remember thinking about how often times, our first instinct as human beings, when something terrible happens to us or something does not go the way we had hoped, some people tend to blame forces that are bigger than us and or that are out of our control. Or sometimes we tend to hold ourselves back from doing something that we love and trying new things, in fear of failing, something going wrong, not being able to do things at the same pace as other, fearing change, or just simply comparing ourselves to others which in turn ends up making us feel like “underlings”, when it shouldn’t have to be like that. Overall, that quote led me to think about how often our worst enemy and or greatest critic is our own self. But, we can all be like the stars and feel bright, when we begin to allow ourselves to not just love and care for others, but also slowly but surely, love and care about ourselves as well which is not easy but not impossible ,and surround ourselves with people and things that make us feel loved, happy, and motivated and not allowing others to continue to hurt us with their invalid assumptions and criticism.

Wow, who would’ve known that The Fault in our stars would have a big impact on mine and my friends’ perspectives during that time haha ;-;

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After looking at the quote “I want to sleep for 2 years and wake up with a degree, an apartment, and money in the bank”my high school self had reblogged, I started to think about how sad and boring that would have been If I had been asleep and missed out on 2 years of my life and just magically woke up with a degree, an apartment, and money and not actually lived through those experiences and small achievements, as well as miss out on all the memories that I would have made with my friends and family during that time. Although some of these past years during my journey in obtaining my degree and becoming more stable and independent have been hard, exhausting and sad at times, there have also been so many happy and fun moments with my friends and family that have made up for those bittersweet ones and so I think it would be sad to live without knowing about those moments and memories.

Ah the song “Sweater Weather” lol; I remember me and my friends Emily, Amber, Darlyn, Kaylyn, and Michelle really liking the song when it came out lol. I remember thinking it was such a perfect/ cliche song to listen to during a chilly, crisp Autumn day lol. I haven’t listened to the song since high school but I think I might add it to my rainy day/ Autumn throwback songs playlist lol ^^

November 2013:

For some reason, what I remember the most from November of 2013 is that my Envirothon group met together for the first time with other high school groups representing their school in the Maryland envirothon at Camp Schmidt lol aw wow I can’t believe that happened so long ago. I remember my biology high school teacher (Mr.Cordon) selecting my friend Darlyn, Amber, along with a few others from our freshmen year, and a tenth grade group and me as the two groups to represent our school. Omg lol I remember being assigned to represent and lead the Wildlife portion of the competition and my friend Amber being in charge of the soil and environment portion while my friend Darlyn being put in charge of the nature/ tree information section despite her being allergic to various types of trees. I feel really sorry about that to this day because what if she had gotten a really bad allergic reaction. I still don’t know to this day how or why Mr. Cordon decided that 😭 😭

It felt kind of nice though to get away from our Campus for a while and being surrounded by so much nature and fresh breeze :)

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Looking back at these posts also makes me realize how some other things about me and some of my preferences haven’t changed. I still do quite enjoy rainy days, especially those rainy days where I don’t have any important things to do and I can just stay inside while listening to the rain outside and watching movies from the comfort of my room lol or taking short walks in the rain.

I also still have this appreciation for black and white photographs; Like I mentioned in another post of mine, I just think that black and white and grainy photos have this unique mood and just give this very soft, nostalgic feeling when you look at them.

I also still love acoustic songs and guitar covers of songs and scenery photos of different places

I also still love the look of busy cities like Paris, New York, London, etc when they are completely covered in snow and only the twinkling lights from buildings can be seen; Idk I just like the soft and subdued feeling snow gives to those busy cities :)

I miss being able to learn a new language; I’ve been thinking about starting to teach myself the basics of a new language over this summer break lol but I’m not sure where to start or which language to pick ;-; 🤔 So far I’ve been thinking about learning either French or Korean but we’ll see lol; If I do decide to start learning, my goal is to just at least get to just 1 level above beginner’s level 🤧

Okay I’ll stop here for today and do this again with of my other posts another day ^^.

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today-we-will-survive · 5 years

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Epilogue: Young Forever

written by @dimpled-gukkie

A story based on the fictional HYYH world about six boys with unimaginable problems and their friend that can’t do anything to help.

Genre: fluff

Warning: warnings are posted in my masterlist

Word Count: 1.9K

Parts can be found on my Masterlist under “The Most Beautiful Moment In Life”

A/N: Please go leave some comments or anon asks about this series. She worked really hard on these and I know it would make her day :)

Three Years Later.

Jin climbs the steps of the apartment building, slowly making his way to the fourth floor. He can already hear voices seeping through the thin apartment walls and into the hallway, filling the fourth floor with the comforting voices of his best friends. Before he can even put the key in the door to his apartment, the one directly across opens.

“Hyung!”

Jin nearly falls over as a newfound weight lands on his back, a small set of hands wrapped around his shoulders. “We missed you so much, we’re starving!”

Jin huffs before pulling the hands away from him and opening his door. “What do you say?” His voice is teasing, the tone you use when trying to coax a child into using manners.

“Please!” Jimin whines while smiling so wide that his eyes are basically closed, smushed by his chubby cheeks. Jin has to resist the urge to pinch them, happy to see that they are no longer hollow like they were a few years back.

He pretends to ponder his answer before “reluctantly” sighing and swinging his door wide open. “I guess I can make you something.”

In reality, Jin knows that if he doesn’t make food for the group, they’ll most likely starve or order pizza for every meal. The rest seem to lose all brain cells when in the kitchen if the many near disasters are anything to go by. Jin distinctly remembers the time Namjoon not only burned one of his favorite pans but Jungkook also managed to get potatoes stuck to a plate and defied all laws of gravity.

“Jin Hyung is making dinner!” Jimin yells into the hallway beckoning the rest of their friends to Jin’s small apartment. The first to rush out are Taehyung and Jungkook, which is no surprise as they both never stop eating. Pausing in the doorway, Jin waits for the rest to arrive before sighing as the other two apartments on the floor remain occupied.

“Are Hobi and Yoongi still working on their mixtapes?” Jin asks as he begins pulling pots and pans out of the cupboards. As a college student struggling to not accumulate student loan debt, all he has to make is an unhealthy amount of ramen. Jin proceeds to pick through his numerous flavors of packaged noodles when the door opens. Before Jimin can open his mouth to answer, Yoongi enters.

“Wow, Jin hyung. Look at you, you’re a true college student.” Jungkook snickers nearly earning him a whack on the back of the head.

“Yah! You should be nice to the one who’s making you food.” Jin chides before pouring water into the pot. He can hear Jimin softly scolding Jungkook to be nicer to his hyung and smiles. Jiminie has always been such a sweetheart.

“How’s the mixtape going?” Jin asks Yoongi while filling the pot with water. He glances in Yoongi’s direction while turning off the faucet to make sure that the boy is actually taking care of himself. Yoongi had a habit of throwing his health aside for his music, but hopefully with Hoseok working alongside him, he will take care of himself.

To Jin’s relief no dark under-eye circles contrast Yoongi’s pale skin, a result of not venturing outside for five years. Yoongi only begins to answer when Jin is once again facing the stove.

“It’s going. I’m not sure that it’s where I want it to be though. It feels incomplete.” The maknaes fall silent listening to their hyung’s worry, not sure exactly how to help since they have no knowledge of music composition.

“Have you had Hobi listen to it yet?” Jin asks pouring salt into the pot of water and turning on the stove. The faster he can get the water boiling, the faster he can cook the noodles, which means the faster they can eat.

“Yeah, he’s not quite sure either though. We just spent two hours listening to the tracks on repeat to try and see what’s off.”

“Maybe you need another voice on your track, hyung? I would gladly volunteer.” Taehyung smiles. Ever since Hoseok and Yoongi created Cypher Records, Taehyung who’s their biggest fan, has been asking to be on a song every time it’s brought up. Secretly, the duo have planned a song out just for Taehyung to feature on, but it’s a gift for his birthday.

“Have you thought about asking Namjoon hyung?” Jungkook pipes up, munching on dry ramen. They all turn to face him, giving him questioning stares at his choice of a snack. He shrugs.

“I guess I could ask Namjoon. Maybe having someone not directly involved in composition would help.”

Jungkook smiles wide, bunny grin on display from the pride of helping a hyung. A few years ago, after Hoseok and Yoongi had begun creating their record label, Namjoon quit his janitorial job in favor of running the business side of the label. Since he’s the only member of the group who’s held a real job, Yoongi and Hoseok thought that he would be best. Namjoon ran everything from promotions to contracts and anything in between. He was the one running the hustle, meanwhile Yoongi and Hoseok were the face of the company. Although some may hate being only known in the background, Namjoon is happiest there.

Namjoon and Hoseok enter at last, the final two of the group of seven. The boys cheer when they enter and pull two chairs over. They all sit huddled together in silence, the sound of boiling water filling the room. It’s a comfortable silence. The type you get after being with someone for so long, and Jin feels himself relax after a long day of classes. That is until Jungkook starts munching on another dry ramen packet.

“Yah! Can you just wait?” Jin yells exasperatedly. Jungkook pouts in response before slowly putting it down on the counter.

“He eats all the time, hyung. I don’t know why you’re surprised.” Jimin says, ruffling Jungkook’s hair affectionately.

“Yeah, ever since he started playing intramural sports he’s always hungry.” Tae laughs before taking a bite of the dry ramen. “Yuck! How are you eating this?”

“I’m hungry,” Jungkook mumbles. “I gotta feed these muscles.” Flexing his bicep, he gives it a slap for extra measure causing the boys to fall in a fit of giggles.

“Jungkook-ah put your muscles away, you’re scaring me.” Tae says. While Jungkook focused on becoming a muscle man, Taehyung has been more focused on eating the delicacies of life. Because of his new affinity for food, Tae and Jin have developed a stronger bond through their love of trying new dishes. Although, Taehyung does make sure to eat a handful of strawberries a day; they remind him of his days with his aunt and sister on the strawberry farm after the trial.

“Alright, children, dinner is ready,” Jin says pulling dishes down from the cabinet. One by one, the boys pile noodles into their bowls before settling around the living room. There’s only a small table in the kitchen that seats four, so they sit in a circle sprawled across the floor and couch. They’re all silent, focusing only on eating after a long day of classes and work, until Jungkook starts slurping the remnants in his bowl.

“Did we adopt a toddler?” Jin remarks.

“We adopted two.” Namjoon pinches Jimin’s cheek that’s stuffed with noodles. Jimin’s eyes go wide and a blush paints itself across his cheeks as he turns his gaze away.

“I think if we’re being honest, we’re all just overgrown toddlers,” Yoongi adds.

The boys all scoff and he rolls his eyes. Yoongi likes to think he’s an adult. That he’s finally outgrown his childish fears and that he’s become more mature. But when he sits among his group of friends he still feels like he’s a teen, mind filled with wonder and the feeling that nothing’s impossible. It feels like everyday is Beach Day with the boys by his side. Like he’ll never have to be alone like he was back in Seoul.

“That would explain why I saw Jin throw his psychology textbook across the room yesterday and throw a tantrum,” Hoseok says.

“You don’t understand! I have to memorize all the Psychosocial Stages. There’s too many to remember,” Jin whines, glaring at the textbook lying on the coffee table.

“Have you ever thought about going back to creative writing? I feel like you were happier then,” Hoseok responds.

“No, I like psychology. It’s just a much harder subject. I think with psych I’ll be able to actually help people. I can save them from what you all went through. I can almost make up for not being there.” The boys fall silent, each face more stoic than the next. Jin rubs his hands together nervously.

“We forgave you a long time ago. You don’t need to do this to pay us back.” Namjoon reaches over to give a comforting squeeze on Jin’s arm.

“I-I know. I want to do this, though. Besides, if you ever do need me again, I’ll be able to help.”

“Well we appreciate it, hyung.” Hoseok smiles. “On a less serious note, I’ve rented my mom’s old studio. I was thinking of holding dance lessons when I’m not helping Yoongi hyung in the studio.”

“I’ll take them!” Jimin yells. Ever since getting into college, Jimin has been trying to bulk himself up. He wants to be able to defend himself and not have to rely on Jungkook and Taehyung to save him. He doesn’t want to have guard dogs anymore; he just wants them to be his friends.

“I’ll take them too!” Taehyung yells from the kitchen, digging around the fridge for the carton of strawberries he keeps hidden.

“How about we all take them? Hobi can get some practice in teaching unskilled students and we can learn how to dance. I’d like to not look like the inflatable long-limbed man outside of car dealerships.” Namjoon chuckles.

“Bold of you to assume I don’t know how to dance,” Jin says.

“Do you?” Namjoon retorts.

“Not the point.”

“Well if we’re mentioning new stuff we’re doing, I’ve decided to get into photography,” Taehyung says. “I’d like to capture the good moments of my life so I can forget the bad.”

Jungkook looks at Taehyung before quietly saying, “still getting the nightmares?”

Taehyung nods. “They’re not as frequent but every now and then I get them. They just stay with me a while. I think surrounding myself with physical copies of happy memories would help in keeping them from plaguing my mind.”

“Why don’t you take one right now?” Jimin suggests and Tae nods enthusiastically before dashing towards his apartment.

When he returns, a large camera is in his hand and he sets it on top of Jin’s psychology textbook. It’s so thick that it puts the camera at least two inches above the coffee table.

After about two minutes of Taehyung yelling: “move left, no my left!”, “you’re too far, you’re only half a body now”, “Jimin you can’t sit in the back no one can see you”, everyone fits the frame. Setting on the self timer, Taehyung launches himself across the laps of Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi who’re all sitting in front since they’re the smallest. They let out small huffs but still hug Taehyung to their bodies. The flash goes off and they all clamber back towards the camera to see the photo.

Thankfully, each boy is in frame and no one was accidentally decapitated. Staring at the photo, with the boys wrapped together in a tight hug, Jin feels warm. This right here is his family. It doesn’t matter that it’s not by blood or that they split apart at one moment, because Jin knows they’ll always fall back together. They’re like magnets, no matter how far they pull away, they’ll always reconnect eventually.

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Someone To Stay

Request by anon: “Can you please write a fanfic about Jake and MC’s relationship from Jake’s POV from the moment they met, till her “death”?

So, because I got a lot of requests about the fall, I decided to write a three part fanfic about it (that’s why I haven’t posted anything in so long lol). The first part is about this request (I hope you’ll like that, nonny, I worked really hard for this).

In this, I have written their most significant moments, from Jake’s POV. I didn’t write scenes I thought I wouldn’t do justice to. Excuse my English, it’s not my first language. The title is from the song “Someone To Stay” by Vancouver Sleep Clinic, a song I used to write the night before the MASADA scene (all in all, listen to it when you get there). I’ve also added some extra things in some scenes, completely out of my headcanons.

Pairings: Jake x F!MC

Warnings: Swearing (I mean, it’s Jake guys), NSFW (not a lot, actually almost none existant but I’m gonna throw it in there), thoughts of desperation or sadness, implied depression (more like thoughts of a depressed person), death.

Part Two

“Excuse me, it’s Jake, right? Weren’t we supposed to have landed by now… Wait, are you asleep?!”

Her voice woke me up. Thinking “another annoying college girl”, I turned and noticed her staring at me, part shock and part amusement in her eyes. I was immediately drawn to her but managed to pull myself together quickly.

“Listen, Princess, don’tcha know it’s rude to wake someone who’s taking a nap?”

“Princess?”

“What can I say? I give nicknames to people who annoy me.”

“In that case, I’m calling you Top Gun.”

What?! She just gave me a nickname? That quick? How was that even possible?

“Top Gun?! Hang on, you can’t be giving nicknames. That’s my thing!”

“I dunno. I like it. Might keep doing it.”

She smiled at me with a hint of mischief on her face and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“You ain’t clever enough to keep’em coming. Takes work to be as good as me.”

It was the first time I noticed her. The first time she walked into my cockpit was the first time I laid my eyes on her.

“So it’s cool if I join you?”

She wanted to come with me to control tower? Why? I didn’t think she would actually want to join me. Keep it cool, McKenzie.

“You ask permission for everything? Come on, Princess.”

We walked up the rusty stairs. They gave off an eerie vibe. I was here just a few days ago. Were they this rusty before?

“This place is gorgeous. Do you fly out here a lot, Top Gun?”

She observed the forest before us, her eyes gazing the horizon. Sure, up here you have a good view of the island. The view I had next to me though was more captivating than anything I had even seen.

“Here and every other privately owned resort island in the Caribbean. The favored vacation spots of the young and the privileged.”

“You don’t sound like you like it much.”

“Hey, it pays the bar tab.”

“So, Jake, what did you do before this?”

Why was she asking so many questions about me? Why did she even care? Annoyance was visible on my face by now.

“Hey, what is this, anyway?! Twenty Questions?!”

“Sorry.”

I noticed her cheeks blush slightly from embarrassment. Damn, I was being an ass. For some weird reason, I actually wanted to tell her. It took me a minute to answer her.

“Fighter pilot. Navy. I was good at it too. Best in my class. Until I got discharged.”

“What happened?”

“Punched my commanding officer in the jaw.”

“… I’m sure he deserved it.”

“… Yeah. He did.”

We talked more. She thought living my life is lonely. She asked if I wanted more, if I needed someone to actually be here for me. I teased her, smirking while asking if she was offering. She blushed even more, mumbling that she was talking in general and I couldn’t help but laugh. Suddenly, the step she was standing on broke in two and she screamed my name. My reflexes kicked in and I caught her, bringing her close to me. She stared down in horror while clutching me, as the fragments of the step plunge to the ground.

“I think you just saved my life.”

“Now you owe me one. Come on.”

I let her go and we finally reached the top of the tower. I pushed the door open, already yelling at Carlos, only to find the room empty. What the fuck? MC dragged her fingers across the desk and they came up dusty.

“Are you sure they still use this airstrip?”

“Of course I’m sure. I was just here a few days ago, and I’m damn sure…”

I looked out the window, an outlandish show in front of me, making me forget what I wanted to say. Strange lights were moving on the sky above the island. I moved closer to the window and touched the glass. MC was next to me a moment later, staring at the weird sight in the atmosphere as well. I felt her small hand in mine and I laced our fingers without thinking.

“Jake… what is this?”

“I… I don’t know.”

She was closer to me and her gaze met mine. The colors reflected in her eyes, making her look more ethereal. In that moment, I felt a connection, I felt like I somehow knew her before. In that moment, I knew she would be someone I wouldn’t be able to forget.

I saw smoke rising from the hangar. I immediately run toward it, me and Sean opening the doors quickly, only to find my plane covered in flames. Desperation filled me as I watched Delilah burn. It was my last possession. The last thing that was actually mine. The last fragment of how I am. Of who I was. I put everything in her, only to watch her destroyed like that.

I didn’t see her plunging into the thick smoke, through the flames until it was too late to stop her. She was already in, picking up something from the ground. Then, I saw the gasoline line toward my plane catching fire and looked at her with pure terror in my eyes. Not her, too. I screamed her name and dived for her, tackling us out of the way just as my plane exploded.

My only thought was that I had to protect her with everything I had. I shielded her and her arms wrapped around me as she buried her face into the crook of my neck. I felt her rapid heartbeat and knew she was gonna be okay. Knowing I managed to save her almost eased my despair. When the explosion passed, I glanced down at her and our eyes met.

“You still with me?”

“Jake… you could’ve gotten yourself killed. Why’d you save me?”

“Think you can leave me alone with this crowd? Guess again, Princess.”

I got up and helped her as well, still holding her close to me, still looking into her eyes. I couldn’t say it to her like that but I needed her to know I care for her more than anything, more than anyone else, more than I care about myself. It was that moment that I knew I would do anything for her.

“I ain’t leaving this island without you, understand?”

“Mind if I join you? It’s a little cold.”

I looked away from the starry sky and lifted my gaze to her. I smiled and laughed a bit.

“You wimp.”

I scooted over for her to lie down next to me. We were side by side, stargazing. So many stars were lighting up the sky, creating weird constellations I had never seen before, but nevertheless I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

“Wow. Back home, you definitely can’t see that many.”

“Yeah. In the city, it’s easy to forget they’re even there. It’s a big sky, but we just block it out… make our own lights.”

I turned my head and stared at her glancing in the sky, her beautiful face aglow by the moonlight. After a moment she looked at me too.

“You can get closer. I don’t bite.”

“You sure about that?”

“I guess it depends what you’re into.”

She laughed softly and came closer to me, her head resting on my shoulder and I wrapped an arm around her.

“Better?”

“Much better.”

She was still gazing up at the sky, her eyes wandering.

“You know that some stars actually travel across the universe? Like, they are not bound to one galaxy, they just go everywhere and it makes me wonder sometimes…”

“… What?”

“… If one star is strong enough to actually leave a whole galaxy behind, why can’t we, here on earth, just get over whatever makes us feel like we can’t continue? Why don’t we try to find what we’re looking for?“

”… Wow, you just fucked me up, princess. Now I gotta rethink every single decision I’ve ever made in my whole life.“

“Well, maybe you should.”

“You surely stargaze a lot, princess.”

“Stop teasing me, I’m just thinking about… stuff.”

“You’re adorable.”

She was blushing a bit, her eyes close, her face on my chest and one arm wrapped around me. I glanced down at her and laughed a bit, brushing away a lock of hair off her cheek and couldn’t help but give a quick kiss there, only to notice more color rising.

“Alright, sweet dreams, kid. Don’t drool on my shoulder.”

“I’ll try.”

I chuckled, smiling down at her and watched her slowly drifting to sleep. She had me exactly where she wanted me and I was not complaining. How could I? The most precious person in my life was sleeping in my arms. It was the first time I realized I was in love with that girl.

“Jake! Do it! Shoot!”

Cap managed to get the bomb into that monster’s teeth. It was my turn. I had to make that shot. Our lives depended on it. Her life did. I calmed down, focusing on my target. I squeezed one eye close.

“Don’t forget to floss, asshole.”

BOOM!

The Semtex detonated, tearing off the chunk of that bastard’s jaw. The thing wailed in pain before it sank down to the depths. The three of us looked at each other, not believing what had just happened. It worked.

“We did it! WE DID IT!”

“We… we did.”

“That actually worked… Huh.”

I looked at Sean for a moment before I smiled and fist-bumped him. If it wasn’t for that son of a bitch, we would be dead! I would have screamed Well Done Bro, That Was Fucking Awesome but that wasn’t an option.

“Damn, flyboy, that was some good shooting.”

“Couldn’t have done it without that power arm, Q.B.”

“Can we seriously take a moment to appreciate that we just blasted the hell out of a sea monster?!”

We heard our friends cheering for us back at the shore. I glanced at MC, who smiled like crazy. I would have kissed her right then and there if I haven’t seen that white light coming from the sea while the water started rumbling underneath our boat.

“What’s happening?!”

“I don’t kn-”

The light surged toward us in a pillar of white. It shot up through the water and hurled our boat into the air. The last thing I heard before I hit the water hard was her scream.

As I sank down in the depths, I tried to push myself up to the surface but I couldn’t. It was like something was dragging me down. I wasn’t able to hold my breath properly like I usually could inside the water. No, not like this.

I looked around, trying to think of a way out as I saw a figure swimming close to me. It was her. My mind stopped thinking of anything else as I wrapped my arms around her, our bodies touching, our faces close. I saw the fear in her eyes and felt the despair overwhelming me. I never got the chance to tell her. That was the last time I would hold her close to me. I couldn’t do anything to save her.

We looked into each other’s eyes and she leaned in, bringing our lips together. I cupped her face with one arm, kissing her as we sank deeper into the sea. I didn’t want our first kiss to be our last. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.

I woke up lying on a shore, feeling the sun on my face. I was alive. The memories of what had happened came to me. The explosion. The kiss… was that a dream? A hallucination? None of these mattered as I heard a soft coughing not far away from me. I got to my feet quickly as I ran to her, screaming her name.

“Help ya with something, princess?”

“Just seeing what you’re up to.”

“Trying to see if we’ve got any good whiskey left. You?”

“Not a whole lot. Just wondering if… maybe you wanted to come with me to my room?”

I froze for a second, then turned my head to look into her eyes. Was she… ? A memory came to me, that memory of us, kissing as we sank into the depths and the regret I felt because I would never be able to hold her again.

“… Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

A while later, we were lying in her bed, side by side, feeling the warmth of our bodies pressed together.

“That was… something else.”

I rolled over to my side, looking at her as she brushed a lock of hair out of my face.

“You’re something else.”

“The gruff, no-nonsense Jake McKenzie acting sentimental? Now I’ve seen everything.”

“What can I say, princess? You’ve got that effect on me.”

I stroked her face with the back of my hand, only for her to kiss it tenderly. I smiled and leaned in, kissing her lips once more.

“Think we’re gonna make it through this thing? Get off this island and go back home?”

My smile faded and I turned onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. Home. I didn’t have a home anymore. The thought I wouldn’t be able to be a part of her life hit me hard, and a sudden wave of melancholy came to me.

“Make it through this? Probably. Get off this island? Hope so. But if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that I’m never going back home.”

“What? Why not?!”

I gazed into her eyes, thinking if I should tell her the truth. But she deserved to know. It was too late for me to hide from her. I let out a sigh and told her everything. About the Navy. Mike. Lundgren. The trap. Mike’s death. She wrapped an arm around my chest, holding me close to her, but I was too numb to move as I remembered all these.

“Oh Jake… that’s terrible…”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t have time to mourn. I was stranded behind enemy lines, being hunted by government forces. It took me a week to get back to the base. And when I did, Lundgren was waiting. Along with a pair of M.P.s.”

“Military police…”

“He’d doctored the records, made it look like Mike and I were the traitors. They came to arrest me. I punched Lundgren in his worthless face, dove out the window, and ran like hell. I’ve been running ever since. Hiding out in Costa Rica.”

“Jake… I’m so sorry about your friend.”

“Not gonna lie, it still hurts. After that, I figured, well, that’s what I deserve for letting someone get close to me. I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. I wasn’t going to let anyone else in.”

I turned onto my side again, my hand moving to her chest, above her heart, my face close to hers. I was ready to admit everything to her, all the things she had triggered inside me. I was falling hard, and I couldn’t stop. I gazed into her eyes.

“Then I met you.”

“Jake… what’s wrong?”

This was a disaster. I thought there would be enough parachutes for us to escape but I was wrong. I glanced at her guiltily, trying to avoid her eyes.

“… We don’t have enough chutes for everyone.”

I tried to think of a way out but I couldn’t. Not all of us would manage to leave this rooftop in time. Sean put a pack in MC’s hands, deciding he was going to stay back. Craig did the same. I knew that was the right move but I couldn’t help but protest.

“Shut up, you idiots! Now’s not the time to act all noble.”

“Jake… it’s exactly the time.”

“… Goddammit. Fine. Guess I’m staying back too.”

“No! No one’s getting left behind! A lot of us have only known each other a short time… but we’ve been through so much together. We’re all we can count on in this crazy place. So we’re not going to abandon each other now.”

She had a fierce look in her eyes while saying all these. We all looked at each other, determination setting in. We were going to stick together and the decision had been made. While the others were talking, I noticed her being deep in thought.

“Man, I do not wanna go out like this. I just wanna close my eyes and wake up when it’s all over.”, Diego stated with a panicked voice.

She mumbled something under her breath, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. Then her face lit up. She came close to me and grabbed that strange gun behind my waistband. Of course!

“We’ll use this!”

“It won’t work, MC. There are too many of them. You can’t shoot them all quickly enough.”, Sean mentioned. But he hadn’t figured out what she meant.

“Who said anything about shooting them?”

There was some protest but it was the only way out for all of us. Our group came together in a big hug around her and she aimed the gun at her feet. While the others were expressing their last thoughts, I couldn’t stop staring at her. She was my last thought, after all. As she was about to shoot, I stopped her.

“Hang on a second, Princess…”

I leaned down at her, connecting our lips one last time. I kissed her deeply for just a mere moment, then broke away and smiled.

“Alright, I can die happy now.”

She smiled back at me and pulled the trigger. A white light expanded around us. The last thing I heard before it engulfed me was her, screaming Diego’s name.

When the light died down, all of us were back at the rooftop of The Celestial. All of us except…

“Wait… MC… where’s Diego?”, Craig asked.

She was trembling now, her face full of panic and grief, her eyes filled with unshed tears. I knew that feeling. That was the worst thing that could happen to her.

“They… took him… pulled him out…”

I wrapped an arm around her gently, bringing her close to me before she would burst. She lied her head in the crook of my neck and tried to speak between the sobs that were now leaving her body.

“They… they would have… pulled me out too… and he let go and… I… I couldn’t hold him… I couldn’t save him… This is my fault, I couldn’t save him!”

“It’s not your fault, Princess. He did it to save you. He loved you too much to keep on holding.”

And it was true. Diego was like Mike. They did everything to save their best friends, their family, even if it meant that they wouldn’t survive. I brushed her hair as she cried, a tear falling down my face as well.

A while later, I found myself in the bar. I had to clear my thoughts somehow and a glass of whiskey sounded like the only solution to that. I went behind the bar and started rummaging for that damn bottle while already holding a glass, too absorbed into my work to hear someone coming in.

“Uh, Jake?”

Smack!

My head hit the wooden board above hard, causing me to drop the glass, which shattered into pieces.

“Ow, damn, that hurt.”

“You okay back there?!”

I stood up to see her, while trying to ease the pain by rubbing my head.

“Yeah, just about gave myself a concussion bumping my head, but I’m great.”

“That’s what happens when you get a big head about everything.”

“What can I say? My ego is a gift and a curse, Princess.”

She laughed softly but I noticed her eyes were a bit red from crying and a sudden need to cheer her up more came to me. I noticed her changing of clothes and smirked.

“Hey, lookie here. Didn’t realize I was in the middle of a supermodel’s photo shoot. Should I get outta the way?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Fair warning, don’t think you’ll be able to post to pictagram. Cell service has been a biiiit spotty.”

She was now beaming and I couldn’t help but smile too. Our eyes met for a second, then I looked back at the bar.

“What are you doing behind the bar, anyway? I thought we were looking for clues to where the Watchers took Diego.”

“Yeah. I think they left their address at the bottom of one of these bottles. Only one way to find out which one.”

I gave her a smile and a wink but I couldn’t meet her eyes. It hurt to think of her. That she lost her best friend. I lost my best friend and couldn’t do anything about it back then. Now, instead of helping her, here I was, trying to get away. Guilt filled me up. Why was I so pathetic?

“Jake…”

“Ya know, did somebody steal some of the booze? Used to be this bottle of Raleigh DeWitt Gold whiskey sittin’ here. Been sayin’ I was savin’ it for when things really went down the crapper-”

“Jake-”

“-and, well, I think it’s about time. But look, somebody guzzled the whole thing! It’s empty-”

“Jake!”

I shut up, staring at the floor, a feeling of desperation overwhelming me. Look at yourself McKenzie, you’re just plain sad. I closed my eyes and took a breath. She came closer to me.

“I’m worried about him too. But I’m here for you Jake, no matter what.”

“I know you are, Princess. That’s the damn problem. You’re all… ‘here for me’.”

I sighed and sat on the floor behind the bar, running a hand through my hair and closing my eyes. A few seconds passed and I felt her sitting down next to me, her eyes glued at me. I would really like to push her away but I couldn’t do it. I was only trouble for her but she kept getting closer to me, and I didn’t complain. I needed her. The words fell from my mouth without much thinking.

“I ain’t given a damn about people in a long time, Princess. Then you came along and pretty much blew that whole plan straight to hell. Anyway, thanks to you, I’m finding myself all torn up inside over your gang of Little Rascals. And it’s all your fault.”

“My fault? How do you figure that?”

I chuckled and turned my head to look at her, leaning just a bit to bring our faces close. Some strands of my hair fell across my eyes but I couldn’t care less. All that I was focused in that moment were her eyes.

“Not sure if you noticed last night, but you kinda blew my mind.”

“Hah… I definitely noticed.”

Our faces were now closer, our noses touching. She closed the gap between us, bringing our lips together for only a mere moment. We pulled apart just for a second and I gazed into her eyes before kissing her again, more passionately this time, my arms around her as I picked her up with me and put her at the edge of the bar. Our bodies pressed together and I could feel her heartbeat rising as the kiss started getting more needy. Our lips moved together perfectly as she yanked off my jacket while I fumbled with her shirt, finally managing to get it off.

“Does this mean we’re-”

“-Yeah.”

“And it’s not like-”

“-No.”

“Cool.”

I kissed her neck, slowly moving to her now exposed collarbones and chest when we heard Zahra calling for us to go and see something. I couldn’t help but groan, irritated.

“Zahra must hate me, She must really really hate me.”

“I’m sure she does. Come on, we should see what’s up.”

I let her down off the bar and gave her back her shirt. I wore my jacket again and we started walking to our friends. I took her hand in mine and gave it a gently squeeze, noticing her smile slightly. I couldn’t tell if this was going to last but I knew she was the only person I’d ever want to be with.

Sneaking past the Watchers wasn’t an easy part but we managed. The statue of the reclining woman stood tall in front of the monument. The ring on its hand caught my attention for a moment. Its arms were crossed too tightly to get a hold of it. The ring was tarnished but it was easy to figure out that it was made of gold. A wedding ring.

I gazed at MC while she sized up the statue. I wondered how she would look with a ring like that, in its former glory, on her finger. I wondered if I could actually give her something like that someday. I sighted slightly then saw her inspecting the carvings on the pyramid and went to stand beside her. The carvings depicted a crowd around a woman with covered face.

“I think the statue is of the same woman as the one in this carving. Only the statue isn’t wearing a mask.”

“You making any sense of this?”

“The Watchers seem to revere this place, but the people depicted in the carvings are in modern clothes.”

“Tuxes and evening gowns, yeah. Looks like a costume part for the well-to-douche.”

She looked back at the statue, noticing the ring as well.

“It looks really old, but I think… it’s a wedding ring?”

“If we want that ring, I think we’re gonna have to play Indiana Jones.”

“There has to be some way to free it from the statue…”

She thought for a moment while staring at the statue persistently, then covered the statue’s face with a torn up veil. Something clicked and the statue’s arm moved, allowing the ring to slide off and fall on the ground in front of us. I smirked and ruffled her hair fondly and she chuckled.

“Now I’m gonna have to start calling you Genius.”

Without thinking, I kneeled down before her, recovering the ring and looking back up. Our eyes met and I offered her the ring. I could make the slightest hint of her blushing.

“Oh… are you proposing?”

“Ha. You want me to?”

She took it and put it on her ring finger with a smile on her face. I noticed her looking at it with what I thought was… longing. I stood up and took a step closer to her, wrapping my arms around the small of her back and she turned her gaze on me. I never would have thought I’d meet someone that made me feel like she did. I wanted to be with her, to stay with her. I leaned in and kissed her softly. This was more than a kiss. It was a promise.

“Just hold on to me, and don’t let go.”

We dived into the water to find the cave entrance. Swimming deeper, we found it and went in there while holding hands, our fingers entwined. I smiled at her and then continue through the winding tunnel. Hues shined into the water from ahead. A few minutes later, the tunnel widened and the water started getting warmer. We came to the surface and found a magnificent sight. The cavern was full of colorful, shimmering crystals, their light reflecting onto the water of the shallow lake we were now in. There was a small island with a chest there.

“Oh, wow…”

“You ain’t kiddin’.”

“This place is a giant jacuzzi! What kind of Niagara Falls honeymoon suite did we just swim into?”

She slipped off her mask and we stopped swimming, both of us enjoying the jets, the hot water against my skin made my muscles relax.

“It must be a natural hot spring. This feels amazing.”

“No argument here.”

I closed my eyes and tried to relax more, the past few days being too much of a hellhole for me to handle that easy. After a moment I felt her eyes on me and I smirked, my eyes still closed.

“You just gonna stare at me all day? Not that I mind.”

I felt her coming my way quietly, then leaning in for a small kiss, our lips barely touching. I opened my eyes and looked into hers.

“… Well, hello there.”

“Hey.”

“Got any more where that came from?”

“I might.”

My hands already wrapped around her back, I brought her close to me. She took a quick breath before I crashed my lips to hers, kissing her intensely, her lips soft against mine. Her hands moved up from my chest, finally resting on my shoulders while one of my hands rubbed circles across the small of her back and the other entwined with her hair. A while later we broke away, my forehead resting onto hers. The chest in the island caught her attention and we headed that way. My attention however quickly went elsewhere. I swam to a deeper part of the lake where light danced across the bottom in a colorful show.

“It’s beautiful over here… Come check it out with me?”

“You bet.”

I dived first into the water, her following me soon after, both of us coming together in the depths, watching the reef in amazement. I looked at her and she came closer, falling into my arms, me holding her tightly. I kissed her again and, instinctively, I stripped her off her remaining clothes and she did the same, our need to feel each other greater than anything else. We rose to the surface and went to the shore of one side of the lake.

I touched her everywhere and bit her neck tenderly, the feeling of her underneath me made my skin tingle, our bodies moving in perfect tandem. I gazed into her eyes while moving against her, intoxicated by her soft moans. The colors of the crystals reflecting in her eyes and the look of pure desire and love she gave me sent shivers down my spine and I couldn’t keep my eyes off hers. It felt like we were alone in the world and I wish it’d stay that way.

A while later, we were laying on the sand, our bodies entwined, nuzzling and kissing.

“Every time… fireworks. How do you do that anyway?”

“I don’t think it’s me. It’s us.”

She looked up at the cavern wall of the cave in surprise, a ray of sunlight coming from there caught my attention too.

“You seein’ what I’m seein’?”

“Sunlight! Maybe there’s a way in for the others!”

“Almost forgot all about the Odd Squad.”

I gave her one last kiss before we got dressed and went to find the way for our friends to get in.

Our journey toward the MASADA facility had been a cold ass bitch so far and it was getting harder to even see where we were going because of the heavy snowfall. Traveling through the island’s frozen landscape was more difficult than we thought but at the very least all of us were properly dressed up for the cold. I walked beside MC, holding hands, me lost in my thoughts. If that gate in the facility would work, everyone could go home. Everyone but me. I would have to leave her and I didn’t know how I would bring myself to do it. To tell her. My thoughts were interrupted by her voice.

“Huh? What’s wrong, little guy?”

She was talking to Furball, who had stopped running around in the snow and was looking at something in the distance.

“Someone’s there.”

Estela was now scanning the landscape, her eyes falling into a lone figure in the white haze.

“Uh, hello?”

No response.

“Who’s there?!”

A small red circle lighted up close to the figure’s face, then a wisp of smoke rose. As we got closer to him, all it took from me to recognize him was a look. My jaw clenched and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. My muscles tensed up, blood started boiling inside me.

“Lundgren.”

“Jacob. How long’s it been?”

“Not enough you miserable-”

“Your family’s disappointed in you, McKenzie. First you sold American arms to a Kharzistan dictator, then you resisted arrest and took yourself off the grid.”

I froze. He touched my family? My sister? My mum? My fingertips buried in the palm of my hand, my whole body started trembling in pure hatred and… fear. I felt her hand squeezing mine tightly and I took a short breath.

“What do you want, Lundgren?”

“You, McKenzie. I’m here to bring you in. Had to break the news to your mama myself. ‘Sorry, ma’am. Your son betrayed his country and endangered his fellow soldiers.’ And then I held her as she cried hysterically. Least I could do.”

He snickered and I felt every nerve of my body ready to burst, pure hatred burned into my eyes.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“That all you got, boy? Lyin’ around in a hammock’s made you soft.”

“We both know what happened, Lundgren. What you did. You killed him!”

“Jacob, while I’d love to catch up on old times, I’m gonna need you to come with me if you don’t want your new friends to get hurt.”

“MC, we should be able to take him if he’s on his own-”, Estela said but she couldn’t end her sentence.

“Arachnid! Into position!”

Hummers full of armored soldiers suddenly surrounded us, the soldiers getting out of the vehicles, pointing their guns at as. Panic flood over me. I couldn’t let them get hurt because of me. They had to get out of here. She couldn’t be close to me at this moment. I was supposed to protect all of them, especially her. They had to run, away from them and me.

“Princess, it’s me he wants! Take the others and get out of here!”

“Jake, I can’t just-”

“Are we really doing this right now?!”, Michelle screamed.

MC looked straight into my eyes, wild anger and determination in her gaze, a fierce look on her face, angry tears filling her own eyes. She had taken her decision and I wouldn’t like it.

“Jake, I’m not leaving you!”

Many feelings came through me. Fear, anger, worry, but most of all… love. I loved her. She loved me too. She loved me too much to leave me behind. And that could be her death.

“Dammit, Princess… Why you gotta make me feel weak at a time like this?”

The first New Year’s Eve I wasn’t alone in years. It was strange to be surrounded by people who actually enjoyed my presence. Even before the navy, celebrations were never really my thing. But right now, I felt welcomed. Me, being here with these kids, with her… it felt right. I looked at the stars from the rooftop we gathered, wishing this night would last a little longer and we wouldn’t have to be in danger anymore.

“Mind if I join you?”

I turned my gaze to her and smiled. She was radiant tonight, with that dress. I wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her close.

“Was hoping you’d say that.”

They say you should wish what you want the New Year to bring you the seconds before it changes. The past few years I wouldn’t find the meaning in it. But now, I did.

“Ten… nine…”

I wish for them to be safe.

“Eight… seven…”

I wish for all of them to return home.

“Six… five…”

I wish there was a way for me to return so I could give her what she deserves.

“Four… three…”

I wish for her to be happy.

“Two… one…”

We all wished for a happy new year.

“Come here.”

I cupped her face and kissed her intensely. I wanted to cherish our moments together, to stow my love for her, because after all of this would be over, I would have to leave her. We wouldn’t last. I brushed her cheek with my thumb, looked into her eyes and smiled to myself. But this isn’t over yet.

“Happy New Year, Princess.”

“Happy New Year, Top Gun.”

A while later, we found ourselves in a beautiful bedroom, kissing in front of its fireplace. I held her as tightly as I could, thinking about everything that could go wrong if I let her go. Her hands moved from my arms up my shoulders.

“You seem tense. Here.”

She sat us both on the bed then moved behind me to massage my shoulders and I felt my muscles relax a bit.

“Hot damn, Princess, you’re a miracle worker.”

“Are you worried about your new team showing up?”

I stared at the fire for a second. I was terrified. Not about me. I couldn’t care less about me. It was all about her. If something happened to anyone from this group and especially her, I wouldn’t be able to handle it. But I had to reassure her everything would be alright. I turned to look at her with my usual grin.

“Not exactly a happy reunion. But like I said, I’ll handle them. That’s a promise.”

She chuckled and smiled back at me.

“A Jake McKenzie Guarantee?”

“At the very least, if I go down, I’m taking the lot of them with me.”

She froze for just a second then moved to sit on my lap. Her hands grabbed my shoulders firmly, a serious expression on her face as she fixed her eyes on me.

“Stay alive, Jake. For me. I mean it. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t-”

“Jake.”

I kept silent for a moment, studying her face. There was worry, concern and fondness in her gaze. It was new to me for somebody to stare at me like that. Only a few people have cared about me so much. It was also strange to see her so worried. Usually she was the strong one, the one who kept the group together and calmed everyone else down. Seeing her in this unusual state made me want to never leave her side again, to soothe her about anything. She was worth dying for but she was worth living for more. I smiled softly and kissed her lips reassuringly.

“… Alright. I won’t. That’s a Jake McKenzie Guarantee too.”

Lying next to each other, bodies pressed together, me hugging her tightly, her head on my shoulder. I stared up at the night sky through the window in the tent’s flap, my mind running wild. Tomorrow I would have to say goodbye. To everyone. To her. It felt like a crushing weight on my chest, like I was suffocated. How was I supposed to leave her now?

She was more important to me than the air I breathed. My body needed her body heat. My soul needed her soul. Everything would be meaningless without her. She was the only one I could imagine myself with, her voice the only sound I wanted to fall asleep too, her eyes the only sight I wanted to wake up to. I wanted to stay here with her forever. I wish I could.

But I had to keep her safe even if that meant my heart would broke. I couldn’t let her get hurt because of me. She had a life out of this hellhole. I couldn’t give her what she deserved and she deserved the world. I would leave her without a sound if that meant she would live a full life.

“Something bothering you?”

She was on her side now, resting her head on her hand, looking at me but I kept staring at the stars. I couldn’t meet her eyes. How would I say to her that what we had is over? But I had to be honest with her, I had to. She deserved to know. I closed my eyes just to stop the tears from falling and spoke in a quiet voice.

“Listen… there’s something I have to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“Tomorrow, when we go to that facility… if that portal works…”

“We’ll go home!”

“Yeah. And I can’t go with you.”

“What?!”

She stared at me in shock and fear, her mouth slightly agape, her lips slightly quivering. It hurt to see her looking at me like that. But I had no place with her. I’m nothing but trouble and danger.

“I’m a wanted man in the States, MC. And if we all just show up through some crazy-ass portal, there’s going to be a whole lot of publicity. The rest of you get to go home to your families, to your lives. I get to go straight to a cold, hard cell.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to stay behind after you all go through. And then I’m going to open my own portal to somewhere Lundgen will never find me. Santiago, maybe. Madagascar. The Maldives. Somewhere with warm beaches and cold beers and no super-soldier squad hunting me down.”

“But…”

“I don’t want to do this, Princess. But it’s my only choice. I don’t have a future anywhere else.”

I kept staring up, one look at her and I would break down. I had lost so many things because of that bastard and now I would lose more. I would lose the most important person in my life. But I couldn’t go back to the States. I couldn’t face what was waiting for me there. And it wasn’t just Lundgren.

“No. It’s not. You can’t let Lundgren win.”

I chuckled bitterly at her remark.

“I’m on the run and he’s got an army. I’d say he’s already won.”

“Come on Jake. I know you better than that. You never back down, and you never let the bad guy win. Lundgren killed Mike, and God knows how many other people. He has to be held accountable for his actions. He has to be stopped. And you… you are the man to do it.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?”

“Come back with us. Testify. Tell the world your story. Expose Lundgren for the traitor that he is, and make him pay for what he did!”

“Wish it were that simple…”

“Why not?”

I bit my lip, thinking. All the people I had left behind these years. The fact that I had to explain everything that happened. The shame I felt. His parents. She was looking at me, waiting for an answer I didn’t know I was ready to give.

“Because… Because it’s not just about Lundgren.”

“What do you mean?”

I closed my eyes again, taking in a shaky breath, trying to keep my tears from falling.

“If I go back to the States… I have to face everyone again. I have to face Mike’s parents.”

“Oh… Jake…”

“I didn’t kill Mike. But I promised them I’d keep him safe. I promised them I’d bring their boy home. He died on my watch. He died because of me. And I can’t… I… I can’t…”

Remembering the crash of the plane and Mike’s last words, how I was responsible for this, how I should have protected my friend, tears I couldn’t keep flooded my eyes and ran down my face. I felt her hands wiping my face and then she wrapped her arms around my body, holding me tightly, her presence the only thing that calmed me down just a bit.

“I know it’s not easy, Jake. I know you carry a lot of guilt. But you can do this. We can do this!”

I turned my gaze on her. She was crying too, staring at me with a look no one had ever given me. A look of affection, a look of love I had never experienced before. And somehow this reassured me. For the first time is so many years, I felt the slightest hint of hope.

“You think so?”

“I do.”

“Ah, to hell with it. I love you, MC.”

Maybe this was rushed but it was the most honest thing I had said all these years. She beamed at me through her tears and cupped my cheek, gazing right into my eyes.

“I love you, Jacob Lucas McKenzie. There is nothing in this world or the next we can’t face together.”

Both on our sides, my hand traveled at the back of her neck, gently pulling her face closer, connecting our lips. I kissed her like my life depended on it. Because it did. I could taste our shared breath, feel the thud of our combined heartbeat, my fingers carding through her hair, her hands cupping both sides of my face.

Warmth consumed me. All these years I was helpless, carrying a burden alone. I didn’t expect to find someone to stay, someone who would reassure me when I’d doubt myself, who would take away my pain, who would hold me close, who would love me most. And I would do the same for her. I would keep her safe, I would hold her close, I would love her most.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to find our own way over.”

“We’ve seen choppers coming and going. Jake, would you know how to fly one of these?”

I could barely hear them talking. I stared down the cliff, my best friend staring up at me like I was nothing, like he stared into the void. I couldn’t bear that look. I gazed up at the horizon, my mind blank, a sudden feeling of nausea rushing over me. I couldn’t comprehend how I was still standing on my own two feet.

“Did… did you see what Lundgren did to him?”

“Jake, can you fly one of those Arachnid helicopters or what?”

Were they talking to me? I didn’t know. My eyes filled with tears. I felt cold rushing into my core. Maybe I was shaking too. It felt like my lungs would give up on me any second now, like I couldn’t breathe. I was mumbling nonsense to myself.

“Anybody got a flask on them? I could use a drink-”

I felt two hands grabbing my shoulders, giving me a light shake. I stared down at her. What would she say to me now? I was useless anyway.

“Jake, listen to me. I know how bad it hurts to see Mike like that, but it’s not too late.”

“Not too late for what?”

“To save him. To bring him back. That… that thing that attacked us? That’s not your friend. But he’s still in there somewhere, I know it. And we’ll get him out.”

“… You think so, huh?”

“Absolutely. But we can’t do it if we don’t survive today.”

It was hard for me to believe her. After all of the things I had seen and done in my life, believing her in this was one of the hardest. But I had to. At the very least, even if I couldn’t save Mike, I had to get everyone else out of here. I had to get her to safety. I wouldn’t bear losing her too. I gave her a tight hug and she hugged me back, holding me close. I took a deep breath and let her go.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I can fly us outta here in whatever you put me in.”

On the way back to the facility, Zahra activated a system to blow the whole building up. As we continue running toward the MASADA’s aerial hangar, alarms started blaring. We saw the military chopper in the distance. We ran toward it, but I noticed it was flickering and wavering in the light. That couldn’t be good.

“Whoa, whoa… what the hell? Is it a hologram?”

“No way… It’s…”

Zahra reached out to it and her hand passed through the chopper’s hull.

“It’s phase shifting.”

“What?!”

“You mean, like, it’s moving between dimensions?!”

“Or timelines.”

“So in one version of events, it’s here, and in another, it’s not… and we’re seeing both? Why?!”, I said, frustrated.

“The island is basically one big faultline in the space-time continuum.”

“We could be on the verge of making some decision that could decide whether or not the chopper’s even here in the first place…”

“You mean… if Arachnid’s even here in the first place.”

Realization hit me. The only way to escape this place… was through me. A pained look flashed over my face as I took my decision.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that Arachnid came here for me. Somehow, they knew I was here… And I think I just realized who told them.”

Reaching into MC’s bag, I took the crystal transponder.

“Jake… it was you. It was you the whole time.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Jake, what are you doing?! You’re gonna tell Lundgren your position, back in time?”, Sean asked me, enraged.

“But wait, if you don’t, maybe they’ll all vanish!”

“You can’t stop him, Craig. He already did it. That’s why they’re here. If he doesn’t now, it’s a paradox. He always turned himself in.”

“Besides, even if they did vanish, then we’re trapped here with no way out. I can’t risk that.”

I glanced at her briefly and she looked at me with an inconsolable expression.

“I can’t risk you, Princess. The chopper’s our one ticket off this rock. And there’s only one way to make sure Lundgren comes here for me.”

I wrote the sending position into the device, then lifted its microphone to my head.

“You want Jake McKenzie? Come get him. June 1st. 15 degrees, 11 minutes, 17 seconds North, 73 degrees, 20 minutes, 16 seconds West.”

I turned it off and looked at her.

“Well? Did that do it?”

She went close to the now steady helicopter and touched the solid hull.

“It’s here. It’s real now.”

“Then what do you say we get the hell off this rock?”

We all climbed abroad and I sat in the pilot’s sit, doing the only thing I was good at. It felt familiar, being in this kind of chopper. It almost felt… good.

“Hurry up! We’ve got two minutes!”

“Copy.”

Suddenly, Arachnid troops came into the hangar, aiming their weapons at the chopper, shooting at us.

“I need more time to get us off the ground!”

“This is an attack helicopter! Let’s fight back!”

“Use the chain gun, Craig! That’ll send them running!”

“Now you’re talking my language!”

Drax got behind the chain gun, aiming it at the troops.

“Don’t call it a comeback.”

Craig fired the chain gun, spraying bullets across the hangar, destroying their cover. The troops ran for cover as he bellowed “Get some!” maniacally. This kid was almost too funny. I finally managed to lift the chopper and move it away from the base. As we cheered Craig, the facility’s processing towers combusted and collapsed into the sea. And on the cliffside, there was that bastard. I saluted Lundgren in a victory smile.

“Adios, amigo!”

Bad move! Lundgren jumped and landed on the nose of the chopper, his exoskeleton supporting him.

“Aw, gimme a break.”

He climbed over to the side, pulling the door off its rack.

“Holy crap, that exoskeleton’s unstoppable!”

“MC, what do we do?”

“We have to shock him! His strength is all in that exoskeleton! If we can short-circuit it somehow, he’s a pushover!”

“Great idea! Love it… Now how exactly do we do that?!”

“Leave that to me.”

Zahra ripped open the compartment above the copilot’s sit and stripped the wires, causing the controls to malfunction.

“Careful with that! My instruments are going crazy!”

“I’m gonna go crazy if you don’t shut up!”

Whatever she was doing, she had to hurry. Lundgren managed to rip the door, tossing it into the void.

“I’ve got you now.”

“Is that so, Sparky?”

“ ‘Sparky’? Guess the bad nicknames have been rubbing off on you.”

With a smile, Zahra jammed two exposed wires into his exoskeleton, frying the bastard. Seeing him getting electrocuted was the most satisfying thing.

“Who said anything about a nickname?”

But as he was falling into the void he managed to grab Zahra.

“Hey! Get off!”

“Z, I’ve got you!”

Craig lunged for her but couldn’t catch her in time. She was pulled down with Lundgren, falling into the sea. Why did this have to happen?

“Jake! Turn around! We’ve gotta go back for her!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll- Whoa!”

Thanks to the alert, I barely missed a streaking missile hitting us. Someone was shooting us! Lundgren’s minion, Tetra.

“Go! He’s shooting again!”

“What about Zahra?”

“Go!”

I avoided another rocket but the alarm sounded once more. I wasn’t gonna make it.

“I can’t shake him!”

“QUINN NO!”

Quinn’s eyes flashed green and she floated out of the chopper, in front of the rocket’s way. We lost her too. A second later, it detonated twenty feet from the chopper, the blast strong enough to destroy its tail rotor. We were falling!

I heard her screaming Quinn’s name into the void, hanging from a handhold. I was ready to tell her to get inside the chopper when the handhold popped loose and she went sliding across the door. No! Without thinking, I jumped from my seat, diving for her. I wasn’t going to lose her too. She managed to grab the landing skid but her hold wasn’t gonna last. She screamed, a panicked look on her face as I reached out for her.

“Come on, Princess! You can do it! Give me your hand!”

She stretched out her other hand but I still couldn’t reach her. Lying on my stomach, I was almost out of the chopper too. I couldn’t let her die on me.

“Jake… I’m slipping!”

“No, you’re not! You’re fine! I can almost reach…”

I was almost ready to catch her hand, our fingers grazed each others. I could do it. Grab her, McKenzie! As I was going to take her hand in mine, her hold on the landing skid let loose, her hand slipped and I froze in terror. She fell into the void.

I screamed her name, ready to jump out too as hands grabbed me and brought me inside the chopper. I kicked and screamed to them to let me go as angry tears ran down my face. This is your fault. She’s dead because of you. This is your fault. They are all dead because of you. This is your fault. You should have grabbed her. This is your fault. You lost her. You are alone.

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