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babiebom · 9 months

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Would I give them head?

A/N: I am so sorry for this I'm writing it at 3 am and I couldn't get it out of my head. I've been giggling for the past 10 minutes like a 7th grader. Also if you are reading this let me know if I should do something special for 50 followers. I know it's not a lot but I am so grateful! If yes let me know what I should do!

Tw: sexual content. Not explicit but it like look at the title. Cursing.

Genre: headcanons nsfw

Wc: idk it depends on which person. Probably 2+ for each.

This is including almost every male stardew character(obviously no kids) plus ridgeside plus expanded but not all because I cannot remember every single character and I don't wanna research rn.

Masterlist

Sebastian

Duh no doubt about it

He is the love of my life (well one of them)

I would give him the best head wymmmmm

Sam

Yes boy deserves it

Golden retriever coded guys deserve good head idc

Shane

Love sad men it's a yes

Kinda wanna make him cry because it's so good.

Maybe I can cure him

Elliott

Sorry it's not that I dislike him he's just not my favorite?

Maybe once as a treat but no other time than that

Harvey

Yeah he's the doctor for a small town

I gotta

Maybe he will stop billing me everytime I die

Alex

I am not attracted to this man he is more bestie coded to me

If he asked i would allow him a handjob I guess

Gus

Nope

Maybe he gets a Lil handjob as a treat because his food is good

Gunther

Maybe?

He kinda-

But not enough idk....

George

The reason I am writing this r n

The answer is no but the thought of doing it made me cackle

Lewis

Absolutely not

Fuck you old man

Pierre

I hate this lying ass bitch I give you a kick

Willy

No sorry

He prolly smells like fish and salt and I am not fond

Love him tho stinky man

Kent

YES

would give him the sloppiest toppy known to man

He deserves it he needs it i want it pls bless me

I could beat Jodi's ass if it comes to it idc

Victor

Yes

I find him quite cute overlooking his slight classism.

Also for standing up to his mom for himself love that him

Demetrius

I'd rather give Robin head

He deserves no head for being crappy stepdad

Marlon

As much as I like him he probably does not shower

Also he is for the marnie's only

Clint

I wanna punch him so bad

Mr Qi

Maybe?

I don't find him attractive

But at the same time I find him mysterious and the might just be enough to convince me

Grandpa

HAAAAAAA

no what is wrong with you

Andy

Prolly tastes like battery acid

He also gives off racist vibes

Wizard

Yeah

He's chill he can get some head

Morris

Maybe for a discount

Im equating Joja to Coke and I like coke

So only if he promises to give me a discount on stuff I want

Phillip

YES

Another love of my life

It was unexpected for me to love him but he is so cute to me

June

Yuperoni pepperoni

We love a man who is talented

Could easily convince me to give him head if he plays the piano for me ngl

Jeric

Maybe

I love but also hate him

He also gives off bestie vibes

Shiro

Yeah

I feel like he needs it:(

Ezekiel

I do however wanna smack his bald head

Not in a mean hateful kid of way I just wanna smack it

Lorenzo

Dilf Ngl

Maybe its because of his name idk

Answer is yes

Kimpoi

It was here where I started looking up characters bc i felt bad for leaving them out

No thank you I will not

Lance

Don't know much about him but I think hes cute so yes

His hair is cool

Isaac

Again don't know much about him hopefully he is not a child

But yeah he's cute so he gets a Lil head from me

Ian

If he takes a shower yes

Otherwise no

Kenneth

Yeah

I like his hair and I think he's cool for being an electrician

I know nothing else about him

Sean

Yeah he's cute so he can have some head

Im so sorry for not knowing im too busy simping over Seb and Phillip ngl

Anton

Uhhhhhh

Uhhhhhhhhhmaybe?

Im not attracted but unattracted to him so sure

Bryle

He reminds me of family

Like his face

Jio

Yea

As I have said before I love a mysterious man

Love a man with a sword

Zayne

I have no idea what this is

But I guess??

Have no reason to hate him so sure

Bert

He looks stinky :((

I also feel like his wife would beat my ass

Freddie

He is for the Lola's only

I also feel like he wouldn't be able to feel it

Mr Aguar

I do not enjoy his face

Pika

Simply because im assuming his food is good

I'll say sure simply for free food

Richard

So sorry

But no

Sonny

I will give him a platonic handjob

He deserves it bc he's a butler and probably does not get a day off with this family

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llycaons · 3 years

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ep2 rewatch

these subs are working miracles. maybe I had no idea what was going on the whole time last year because netflx was just poorly subbed. or I remember the plot from the novel. either way, the goddess arc, while convoluted, was at least possible to follow, sort of

it’s cute how that woman was the one to name little apple. and how little apple was the one to pull wwx out of his grief dive remembering yanli and jc and their promises to each other. he’s like, you’re alive, im hungry, I came back to you! and wwx is like oh thank god a distraction

legitimately forgot lwj showed up to save wwx from getting stabbed by jin ling. caught my breath seeing him. like, my heart was going fast. he has such presence. legend.

lwj’s levels of ‘try me, bitch” were insane here. he was ready to snap and stab jc I swear he was this close. and I think jc almost punched him. the pent-up aggression here....why is jc even mad at lwj???? like I know why. but lwj didn’t like do anything to him or his family???

jc barely holding back a slur in this ep really makes me reconsider my previously strongly held stance of “he’s not homophobic he’s just insecure and hates that his brother spends time with other people” which I was fond of for supportive family reasons and also that line about mianmian/yuandao - which I now know was a mistranslation :(

I do think he’s homophobic (towards lwj here, certainly) and that may be part of the reason he disliked lwj initially. so a less charitable interpretation would be “he was okay with wwx being bi as long as it was just flirting/jokes and not actually wwx seriously falling in love with another man and wanting to make a life with him (away from LP especially)”

even if everything had gone okay, I can’t see him as supportive of wwx and lwj as he ended up being of yanli and her husband. like, he’s not just angry in that ep2 scene, he’s openly contemptuous about wwx and cruel to lwj, and for what? asshole.

anyway. why did nhs create a fake goddess statue??? who would not have actually hurt anyone apparently?? was it to draw out wwx by putting the kids in danger? who was actually eating souls? maybe I don’t understand

reunion scene...I thought I’d seen enough gifs to bleed all the emotion out but it really is an Experience. heart hurts but in a good way

when he remembered the wens, wen qing was the first person he envisioned....god...

maybe wwx’s red spirit bursts actually are demonic bc after jin ling saw them he was like “IM TELLLING ON YOU TO MY UNCLE.” it was that or the paperman. or the sword throwing. pretty unclear

I saw posts a while ago about lwj and jc sort of working together to track down wwx and this episode makes it laughably clear how absurd that is. jc was trying to kick out wwx’s soul the instant he thought it might be him. he did act to make him permanently dead no matter how conflicted and sad he looked about it (and to be fair he DID look devastated this ep hearing jingyi lansplain his own murder of wwx to him)

meanwhile lwj obviously wants to find wwx to take care of him and protect him etc. also they fucking hate each other and only worked together when they absolutely needed to? if they each found someone thought to be wwx it would not be a collaboration, it would be a competition

the audience’s understanding of jc’s treatment of jin ling softens a bit compared to what our initial reaction is, but it’s still...not good

then again the lan juniors say lwj would beat them up which??? we never see any hint of that being a thing?? why is this line even in here

also jin ling’s voice is much deeper than I remember

i want thie flashback to be over already :( I want postcanon domestic bliss and healing

but noooo we gotta go through it the hard way and see happy yunmeng siblings just having a great time and being close to each other and loving their home and staying together despite their individual and group struggles. I hate it here.

unpopular opinion that wzc is not handsome. he has a beautiful smile he is an excellent actor but he is not attractive and that wig does not help

#that post about lanspaining zidian is so funny #also 'zidian' and 'caiyi town' are translated literally #i liked 'zidian' so this is a shame #cql rewatch #long post

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sapphicomenn · 3 years

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WELCOME TO MY THOUGHTS WHILE REWATCHING THE MCU IN TIMELINE ORDER: THE AVENGERS

“the tesseract has awakened” oh you mean the glowy cube from captain america AND captain marvel? THAT glowly cube?? cool looking stairs- ew who tf are you? the grim reaper??

what the fuck is a chitauri and why does it sound like sea food. “a world will be his. the universe, yours.” STOP BLAMING THE PRONOUN GAME AND GIVE ME NAMES FFS

ooo shield base. “not a drill.” oh shits going down- COULSON. FUURRRYYY FUCK YEAH. the best marvel characters are here the movie has peaked- oldman from thor is here?? intoresting. and who the hell is this woman tryna question fury??

the glowy cube is a shE???????? HUH??????? oh hey its hawkeye the badass archer guy. oh shit things are going down. the cube is sparking and swirling??- IT OPENED A PORTAL

LOKKIII YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD WELCOME BACK. HE HAS A SHOOTY MAGIC SPEAR LIKE A BADASS. he just took out a bunch or shield with a shooty spe- OHMYGODS HE CAN CONTROL MINDS WITH IT.

“loki. brother of thor.” OLDMAN STFU

GUNS GO PEW PEW ALONG SIDE A GOOD OLD CAR CHASE SKSHSKKSHS. RUN FURY RUNNN. the portal imploded on itself like a moron hA

WHO TF NAMES THEIR CHILD “HILL” WTF. “we are at war.” NO SHIT SHERLOCK A NORSE GOD STOLE THE CUBE YOU WERE SUPPOST TO PROTECT

tis a train and a old building- NATASHA. how tf were you taken hostage? im so glad i have subtitles on otherwise i wouldnt understand a thing these ppl are saying. HOW TF IS SHE KICKING ASS WHILE TIED TO A CHAIR WHAT IN THE HELL-

oh his leg deff broke once he fell off the ledge tied to a chain. cut to a lil gorl running to find a doctor- who tf this is of course. THIS GUY IS BANNER??? i mean im glad they changed the actor but wtf. “theres no one that knows gamma radiation like you do.” YA DONT SAY, ROMANOFF. “STOP LYING TO ME” JESUS FUCK THAT MADE ME JUMP

oh damn shield has their own O5 council? cool. EXPLAIN WHAT PHASE2 IS ALREADY. also dont say thor is bad he is a giant puppy dog with a war-boner.

oh hi steve, working off that PTSD by beating the shit out of a punching bag ay? oh right steve knows the glowy cube. “at this point i doubt anything would surprise me.” “ten bucks says you’re wrong” welp ya owe him ten bucks steve

“is there anything you can tell us about the tesseract to help us now?” “you should’ve left it in the ocean.” WELL THAT HELPS ALOT DOESNT IT. hello there iron man, at the bottom of the ocean.? sure why the hell not

aye stark tower’s about to have clean energy, yay stark! “stark tower, is your baby.” how do you give birth to a tower.???????? KSHSJSHSKSJS COULSON BROKE INTO THE TOWER “is first name is agent.” TONY SKSHKSSHKSVSKSHSKS

*whisper whisper whisper* yeah she bribed tony with sex so he’d work on the avengers and stuff. “the guys like a stephen hawking.” “. . .” “hes like a smart person”

awh coulson is fangirling over steve- watched you while you were sleepin- man you’re awkward. you adorable dumbass. ohshit underground musky lab- OLDMAN AND LOKI

the world is breaking around loki. sea food army is restless- shut the fuck up you stupid looking eye wrapped bastard. WHO THE HELL IS THIS HE?????? welcome back to earth you smexy man

FLOATING WATER BASE

back to avenger tingz. man coulson is the biggest cap fan- oh its a giant sub- NO ITS A GIANT FLYING BASE HOLYSHIT SHIELD THATS AMAZING.

now we go into the meetings and talking related stuff :I yey. “lets vanish” wdym- IT HAD A CLOAKING DEVICE. HA STEVE JUST GAVE THE TEN HE OWED SKSHSKHSKSJS

i dont understand a word of all the science stuff they just said but yay. “i need a distraction. and an eyeball” barton what the fuck why do you need an eye.?

oh lokis in germany, at a very fancy party might i add. loki is best boy ever. even if he just bonked a the head/ OHMYGOD AND STOLE HIS FUCKING EYE JESUS CHRIST INFRONT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE.??????

“i said. KNEEEEL” dont need to tell me twice-

blagh villain speeches are the worst. why tf did this old guy stand up “not to men like you.” shut up. SHOOT HIM- wtf. steve what the hell are you wearing? what the fuck is that- aye tonnnyyy!!!! he hacked into the jet thingy and started playing music from the speaker thats the best.

CAPSICLE SKSHSKSHKSHSKSJ- ohfuck thunder. THOR WELCOME TO THE PARTY. “im not overly fond of what follows” WKVSKSBSKSHSJS

HE JUST BROKE INTO THE JET AND STOLE LOKI FROM EM. “theres only one god ma’am. and im sure he doesnt dress like that.” cap stfu

“i thought you were dead.” “did you mourn.” damn loki thats harsh. thor is angy at his brother. “you listen well brot-ARGH” “..im listening?” STARK YOU CHOSE THAT MOMENT TO BODY SLAM THOR OFF THAT CLIFF AND LEAVE LOKI BEHIND? REALLY?

“.. tourist.” FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT KICK HIS ASS, THOR. DONT KILL HIM WITH LIGHTNING THO

if someone throwed me against a tree i wouldnt be walking. im just saying

“THATS ENOUGH.” cap did you think that would work?? and how the hell did your dinner plate stop the power of thor

loki do be in jail tho. how’s this gonna go wrong- oh he smiled at banner. THATS how it goes wrong

tell him off fury! “you have made me very disapoin-“ OH NVM HE SAYS DESPERATE IGNORE THIS

“uNlimiteD pOoWeRRRRR”

“let me know if real power wants a magazine or something.” good comeback fury. i think

“loki is beyond reason, but he is of asgard. and he is my brother” “he killed 80 people in two days.” “he’s adopted.” KSBSKSJSJSJSK

“that man is playing galaga. he thought we wouldnt notice, but we did.” TONYKANSKSHKSJSKSJ tony is a fucking legend. “finally someone who speaks english!” “is that what just happened?” steve stfu you’re a fighty man not a smart man

“i do! . . . i understood that reference.” steve nvm keep talking please. PLEASE THE MAN IS STILL PLAYING GALAGA SOSJSKSJSJKS

why is tony eating blueberrys- where the hell did he get blueberrys. “we have orders. we should start following them.” steve you tried to get into the army under fake locations for months AND broke into a german base when you were a showpony. stfu about following rules

“so you’re saying the hulk.. the other guy? saved me” yes. yes we are saying that, banner. aye steve go break into shit like you’re suppost to :D

oh hi again oldman, welcome back. yay shield saved padme, and awh oldman talked about thor alot. thor i love you alot. loki just tell nat where tf you left barton :/ oh barton was sent to KILL nat?? not hire her?? well that went downhill. whomst the hell is dreykov- sao paulo- the hospital fire???? hawkeye wtf why’d you spill it all to loki.

mewley quim wtf kind of insult is that- oh damn nat figured out the hulk is lokis next plan of attack. PHASE TWO IS TO USE THE GLOWY CUBE TO MAKE FUCKING WEAPONS? SHIELD WHAT THE HELL

HA FURY TRIED TO LIE IS WAY OUTTA IT BUT BC STARK HACKED INTO IT ALL HE JUST EXPOSED HIMSKHSKSJSKS

WAIT THEY WERE MADE FOR THOR AND ASGARDIANS? WHAT THE FUCK SHIELD- oh damn lokis staff is the reason they’re all at eachother. probably

“yeah. big man in a suit of armor. take that off what are you?.” “genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” well you’re not wrong

guys stop fighting, HAWKEYE IS BREAKING IN. “in case you needed to kill me. but you cant. i know, i tried.” awh thats sad, i wanna hug banner so bad :(

OHSHIT AN ENTIRE WING GOT BLOWN UP THE FLYING BASE IS GOING DOWN- HULKS COMING OUT THATS NOT GOOD. the transforming is scary- RUN NAT

loki stop smiling because the plan is going your way. “it seems to run on some form of electricity.” “well you’re not wrong” tony stop being funny this isnt fair

HULK JUMPSCARE JESUS CHRIST- NAT GOT BITCHSLAPPED THROUGH A WALL- YAY THOR TO SAVE THE DAY. HAMMER TIME BABYY

*B O N K*

hulk trying to pick the hammer up is funny. BRIDGE IS UNDER ATTACK. DO YOU THINK SHOOTING HULK IS A GOOD IDEA??? HE JUST TOOK OUT FIGHTER JET AND ALMOST KILLED THE GUY FLYING IT

CAP IS KICKING ASS- OH GOD NO THE ENGINES ARE FAILING. OHGOD LOKI IS OUT- THOR YOU DUMBFUCK DID YOU FORGET LOKI CAN DO MAGIC SHIT? NOW YOU’RE STUCK IN THE GLASS CONTAINER

COULSON SAVE THOR! SHOOT LOKI DAMNIT- COULSON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

glass cage go brrrrr

HA LOKI GOT FUCKIN SHOT BY COULSON BEFORE HE DIES( :( ) tony almost got minced by the engine thingys

im gonna cry coulson how dare your death make me sad :(( stupid heart breaking aftermath moments.

thor is stuck in a field, banner fell through the roof of a building. awh the security guard is so nice :) barton is a fucking mess right now “how’d you get him out?” “i hit you on the head really hard.” KSJSKKSSK

tony figured out lokis plan- ITS TAKING PLACE AT HIS TOWER? THE AVENGERS IS TAKING ACTION BABY LETS GOOOO

wait a fucking moment, the cards coulson has are covered in blood. so you’d think they were on him when he was stabbed- yet hill just said they were in his locker “they needed the push.” FURY YOU RUINED NEAR MINT VINTAGE COLLECTABLE CARDS TO MOTIVATE SUPER FREAKS???

o hi loki welcome to stark tower

“stalling wont change-“ “no no, threatening. no drink? ya sure? im having one.”

“i have an army.” “we have a hulk.” HE SAID IT, HE SAID THE LINE

HA LOKI CANT TAKE STARKS MIND BC HIS HEART IS SOME TECHY METAL CRAPKSJSKSJSKS- i guess choking and tossing him around works. so does throwing hik out a window

oh no the glowy cube just opened a portal for the army of seafood. they look like creatures from halo.

BROTHER FIGHT

CHAOS EVERYWHERE

PLANE DOWN PLANE DOWN

what the fuck just growled- HOLYSHIT THEY HAVE A SPACE LEVIATHAN. it looks badass ngl. loki redemption arc? nope he just stabbed thor.

SPACE BIKE GO BRRRRR

yes because arrows and guns will stop the, alien monsters with lazer arms. some how its working. “just like budapest all over again.” “you and i remember budapest very differently.” WTF HAPPENED AT BUDAPEST BARTON AND NAt, HUH?

cap just scared the shit outta some police men HAHA

“i have unfinished business with loki.” “yeah? get in line” barton is snarky right now. banner just rides up on a motercycle like “hi what i’d miss”

“im bringing the party to you.” stark says while being chased by a giant metal space whale who’s crashing and crushing everything in its path along a street

“thats my secret cap. im always angry.” FUCK YEAH BANNER MESS THAT SPACE WHALE UP. HE JUST PUNCHED A GIANT FUCKING WHALE THING.

the music, the avengers circling around. its amazing. well things are gonna get worse bc more space whales showed up

“and hulk. . . smash.”

LIGHT THEM FUCKERS UP, THOR. shield maybe instead of watching, maybe, oh i dont know. HELP THEM???

i dont know what else to say other then its alot of fighting and smashing alien faces into the ground

hulk and thor kicking ass on the back of a space whale is awesome. HULK WHY DID YOU PUNCH HIMSJSOSHSKJSKSJSKSKSKSK

i fuxking love when steve turtle shells behind his shield.

“director fury. the council has made a decision.” “i recognize the council has made a decision. but given its a stupid-ass decision, i have elected to ignore it.” fury never stop being awesome

loki thought he was so smug when he caught bartons arrow, then it blew up in his face. literally IKSKSKSKSKS

HULK FUCK LOKI UP! JSHSKSGKSHSJSHSJSJ HE JUST TOSSED LOKI AROUND LIKE A RAGDOLL “puny god.” “*pained wheezing from a smooshed loki*”

oh damn- OH DAMN, STARK. he just jonahed the fucking whale thing and blew it up from the inside. well now the city has a nuke coming for it :/

yall have a chance to shut the portal down, and tony, you want to go INTO that portal and throw the nuke in? wtf stark.

TONY GO BACK TO EARTH DAMNIT FUCKING BASTARD PASSED OUT. yay hulk saved his stupid ass. do cpr.? mayb.? or a hulk roar will wake him up KEJSKJSKSSKJS

tony. you just blew up a alien command center with a nuke, passed out and fell to earth through a portal. and you want, shawarma?

and now back to loki. “if its all the same to you, i’d like that drink now.” ISHSKSJSJSJSKSJSJ

STAN LEEE

the people love em. yey

council lady stfu about the avengers being a threat. they just said the earth and you’re worried about them going rouge??

“if we get into a situation like this again, what happens then?” “they’ll come back.” i mean theres three more avenger movies so i assume so. remodaling stark towers so its the avenger tower? neat!

NEXT MOVIE: IRON MAN 3

*MID CREDIT SCENE* oh hi again mr no eyes. do we get to see this HE? OH WE DO. o hi mr 10 chins

once again ignore the misspells it was three AM when i finally finished this and im just now rereading it

#artemis rants #the avengers #avengers #marvel #the mcu #marvel movies #marvel cinematic universe #glowy cube is back!#chitauri = seafood #LOKI #MAN IS PLAYING GALAGA EVEN AFTER BEING CALLED OUT #SHIELD IS A DICK #SPACE LEVIATHAN

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getbacktoworknovice · 4 years

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💀Over the Edge

[A one shot about Edward wanting to cliff dive and coaxing you into joining him~ Reposting some of my older Ao3 stuff~]

Edward Kenway was a fascinating creature.

He could climb to the top of a mast, jump from building to rooftop, raid ships and dig up treasure chests all while wearing these incredibly uncomfortable (and heavy) looking robes. You honestly had no idea how he did it.

Or how he was able to keep as silent as he did, prowling through underbrush and treetops as if he were some animal stalking prey. It was impressive as it was terrifying. You had seen all this first hand when Edward had saved you from a sinking man o’ war the year before. You’d been on board as a navigator when the pirates had raided it and Edward had graciously given you a choice between staying on the sinking ship or taking up with him and his men.

Your choice had been obvious.

His crew wasnt too thrilled with the idea. After all, it was bad luck to have a woman aboard but Edward said that was all “superstitious nonsense”. Since you were a navigator he used you in that sense helping him get to certain places on maps he had in his quarters. He was a fine navigator himself but he said he wanted to “give you a purpose aside from being a distraction to his crew”.

You had gotten used to his cockiness and his relentless flirting as well. He was no “ladies man” by any means though he proclaimed to be one. He got himself slapped fairly often for someone so “smooth” but you didnt make it a point to learn much about that side of him.

He had saved your life and you owed him. You were returning the favor by helping him find all the treasure on the maps he had “found” and so far you had been doing a far better job than even you knew you were capable. It had been quite an experience and while the crew was a bit rowdy when drunk they were a good hearted group.

You grew very fond of them and they began to treat you as one of their own. Swapping stories over ale and singing shanties together off key and horrible to annoy the one sailor who took his shanties seriously. They respected you too, though you suspected part of that was because Edward threatened to de-man anyone who tried anything with you.

You’d heard them often call you Kenways property.

You werent sure how you felt about that…

“Oi, Y/N!” You heard Edward call and you snapped out of your daze. The two of you were on some unnamed and uninhabited island his newest map had led you to. It took a bit of hiking as the treasure was located pretty high up next to a cliff but you two had made it and Edward had began digging.

You occupied yourself with your journal, writing down coordinates and recording what treasure was found as well as what the flora and fauna was like. Sometimes it took hours for Edward to find anything other times he would find it pretty quick.

Looking up you could see his half naked form coming out of the hole he’d dug. It was particularly hot today and you couldn’t blame him for shedding the heavy looking robes he wore. He drug his arm across his face to wipe away the sweat on his brow and gave a grin.

“I found it!” He said, beckoning you over as he leaned down to haul it up. It was a pretty good sized chest, big enough to hold a person it seemed. It certainly was heavy enough as you had to help him yank it out of the hole he’d dug.

Cracking it open he gave an excited exclamation as it was full to the brim with gold and jewels. “Geez, whoever hid this mustve robbed a nobleman or something.” You said in amazement as Edward happily inspected the gold pieces to make sure all was legit.

“There’s an entire fortune in here, and I’m sure glad we found it before the miserable soul I got that map from did.” He grinned closing the lid and standing up there beside you. Reaching over he ruffled your hair with a broad smile. “Good with your directions as always, thanks for the assist Y/N.” He said putting his hands on his hips as he looked out to the open sea, towards the Jackdaw he could still make out over the cliff.

“Well, I know you and I wont be able to haul this all that distance.” He said, giving the side of the chest a kick as you went to retrieve your journal. You groaned inwardly. That meant the two of you had to make the long hike all the way back to the ship and then back AGAIN to retrieve the treasure and back AGAIN to get it back to the ship.

Seeing you pull that face Edward gave a smirk. “Whats the matter love?” he asked crossing his arms and giving you a playful look. “Dont you like all the bugs and roots and rocks?” He teased and you swatted his arm.

“Quiet you, I just dont like the idea of doing all that hiking in this heat.” You admitted, slinging your bag over your shoulder with a sigh. “It IS hot today isnt it…” Edward remarked rubbing his neck as he turned with you to start the trek back but stopped you by grabbing your arm.

“Hey now wait a minute.” He said as you turned to face him quizzically. “I know a way we can get back to the Jackdaw faster AND get cooled off.” He said and you gave him a doubtful look. “Your not as good with shortcuts as you think you are captain.” You started but he pulled you with him as he began walking back to where he’d dug up the box.

“I guarantee this one will work.” He said as he brought you over by the cliffs edge, pointing down to where you could just make out the Jackdaw around the bend. “See? She’s right there.” He said and you cocked your brow at him.

“And? What are you going to do fly over to it?” You teased unsure where he was going with this. Shaking his head he gave you a mischievous smile. “Nope, WE are going to swim to it.” He said, putting his hands on his hips as he peered over the edge.

You blinked.

“What?”

He looked over at you, he had that look in those piercing blue eyes of his. A look that said “lets do something crazy and pray to God it actually works or we are so done for ” and you took a step back. “Oh you are NOT serious.” You said and he nodded as he saw the reality of his idea sink in. “I am love, think your brave enough to try it?” He teased and you backed up even more.

“I am NOT jumping!”

“Its the only way down–”

“I’ll hike this island a THOUSAND times before I do ANYTHING close to what your suggesting!”

“Come on love, your SUPPOSED to be a pirate!” He teased going towards you as you backed away. You huffed and placed your hands on your hips defensively. “I’m a navigator FOR a pirate, I never claimed to be one!” you insisted and Edward only laughed.

“Your guilty by association I’m afraid,” he said tilting his head at you as he saw your face getting pale at the idea of jumping off a cliff. “Come now, I’ve done this thousands of times, I promise you’ll be all right.” He tried to reassure you gently.

Gentle wasnt a side you saw of his too often.

Taking a deep breath you shook your head again. “No way, something will go wrong and I’ll die.” You said and he gave one of those smiles of his that made you wonder how he really felt about you at times. “It cant go wrong if you do exactly what I do,” He said and offered his hand. “I’ll hold your hand if you want me to?” He said.

Normally you would slap it away and just stalk off. You couldnt do this, there was no way…but there was something…almost exciting about the idea. You’d seen him leap off of building before, landing in haystacks or piles of underbrush even into the ocean and always emerging unscathed.

You could trust him…couldnt you?

Hesitating at first you finally took his hand. “F-fine! But if I die, I’m going to KILL you.” You insisted and Edward laughed aloud. “Now love, dont be that way, I promise you we’ll be all right.” He assured you and moved his hands to the strap of your bag to pull it off of you. “Im sure you dont want your precious journals ruined though, might wanna leave those behind.”

Taking your bag over by where he’d discarded his robes he beckoned you once more towards the cliff. Which might as well have been the edge of the world for you. You peeked over the edge skittishly, your heart beating a thousand miles a minute in your chest.

Edward was looking over as well but he had a sile on his face and a challenged look to his features as if this were some kind of test he was determined to pass. Seeing your nervousness he reached out and grabbed your hand. “Ready?” He asked and you almost jerked your hand away.

“As I ever will be I think…” You said quietly and he gave your hand a squeeze. “The most important thing to remember,” He said as you looked up at him. “Is to not hesitate. Jump first, think later.” you snorted.

“Oh yes, wonderful advice.” “I give only the best.” he smiled and took a few steps back, getting some distance between the cliffs edge for a running start, still firmly holding your hand. You hadn’t realized you were squeezing his so hard your knuckles had turned white but he didnt seem to mind. Or notice even.

He had strong hands.

“We’ll go on three aye?”

You nodded.

“Three!” He yelled and took off with you having to keep up. If you lived through this you would call him out for being a cheat. You hadnt even realized your feet had left the ground until you were both air born. It was the most terrifying and exciting feeling in your life. You had your eyes closed the entire time, the world rushing around you making you sick to your already upset stomach.

Soon enough though you felt Edwards arms wrap around you and opened your eyes right as the two of you hit the water. It took you a moment to get oriented and at first you freaked out because you were heavier with your clothes and all but you felt Edwards arm around your waist as he hauled the two of you to the surface.

You broke through the water with a gasp Edward taking in breath beside you as he surfaced. He was laughing like an idiot, his fist in the air in victory as he floated there beside you. The first thing you did after catching your breath was punch him in the arm.

“You cheated!” You insisted and Edward feinted pain at your punch giving you a wink. “Ah cmon now love, it was all in the name of building your confidence!” He teased, raising his arms in defense as you started swatting at him with your hands.

“Your insane!” You said but you had a big smile on your face and you were laughing. That had been quite a rush admittedly and…you even felt you could do it again. He only grinned at you, grabbing at your hands to stop your onslaught.

“Yes I am, but that is one thing you love about me right?” He teased and you blushed yanking your hands away. “Seriously Captain, your a mess.” You said, turning away to begin the short swim to the Jackdaw.

You heard him behind you chuckling to himself.

“Say what you will but you followed me over the edge of a cliff.” He called out to you as you made it to the ship, grabbing onto the wooden slats that ran down its side. You scooted over to make room for him as he climbed up beside you, gently running his hand through your hair.

“Your something else yourself Y/N,” He said, looking at you with those blue eyes of his making your heart thump a bit. “Something I havent quite figured out…but I am going to.” He assured you before giving a wink and climbing up onto his ship.

Leaving you with your face pressed against the wet boards trying to hide the big smile and blush on your face.

#edward kenway #edward kenway x reader #assassins creed imagines #assassins creed black flag #black flag #sassy pirate man #assassins creed

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generallynerdy · 5 years

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The Last One (Nebula & Teen!Sister!Reader)

Summary: You and Nebula will do everything to save your sister, even if that means fighting the man you once called Father. Neither side is pulling their punches.

Requested by & Anon: Could you write a Nebula x reader where reader is a teenager and Nebula treats her like a little sister?

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: this is pure angst my dudes, death, the Snap, abusive father, grieving, Peter Quill Fucks Everything Up, speaking of that there’s definitely cursing Word Count: 1,530

Note: sorry not sorry lmao i need more angst on this blog but THANK U FOR THE REQUEST i really love nebula im starting to think im like the only person who writes for her on this hellsite

Left turn, right turn, straight down three doors and–

Bam!

You slammed into the armed guard and knocked him off his feet. You used your pistols to bash in his head and knock him out for a while, exhaling sharply when you did. You glanced down both ways of the hall and, seeing no one there, continued to the next door over. You were about to enter the room when someone came flying out, screaming bloody murder as he slammed against the wall.

Your eyes went wide and you peeked cautiously into the room that he had flown out of, spotting a familiar face fixing herself up.

Nebula was slamming her slightly offset eyepiece back into her head before she saw you. “(Y/N),” she hissed. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw Father take Gamora,” you said quickly, approaching her and putting your pistols in their holsters. “He found out about Vormir, didn’t he?”

She sighed. “Yes. But it’s too late to stop him from getting the Soul Stone. He’ll meet the rest of the Black Order on Titan when they have the other stones. We can intercept him there.”

“We?” You grinned.

Your sister rolled her eyes. “I’m bringing you this once and only because I know you’d follow me anyway.”

“I’ll take it,” you shrugged.

Nebula looked annoyed at you, but even she couldn’t hide the small smile on her face when you began to lead the way to a ship you had procured earlier. For such a tiny little human, you were a bit of a badass. Thanos had trained you to try and get you there, but the only reason you had succeeded was because of your own efforts.

Even with the looming figure of Thanos above you, you had managed to come out a good person. It was something Nebula wished she could have understood sooner.

“This is a horrible idea!” You shouted over the roar of the engines.

Nebula almost laughed. “Definitely! Just jump out before we hit the ground, you’ll be fine!” She tried to reassure you, but failed miserably.

The ship you had stolen from your father’s fleets was careening right toward him. He stood on Titan’s surface, facing off against a strange collection of people that Nebula had identified as Gamora’s friends. You’d heard much about the Guardians of the Galaxy, so you knew them almost on sight, but even your sister didn’t know who the others with them were.

“On three!” She told you. But she quickly realised that the ship was getting closer to the ground than she wanted. “THREE!”

You leapt out of the ship, letting it crash into your father with a rumble of the earth. You fell to that very same earth, grimacing as you did and mentally preparing for the pain of impact, but it never came.

“Gotcha!” A voice shouted.

Opening your eyes, you were surprised to find that some guy in a red and blue suit with metal…spider legs…had stopped you from falling.

“What the hell?” You asked, eyes wide.

He put you on the ground, legs retracting into your suit before he waved at you. “Hi, I’m Peter– er, Spider-Man.”

“(Y/N),” you introduced hesitantly.

The ground shook again and the both of you were separated by a boulder headed your way. You turned your attention instead to your father, who Nebula was trying to have a fair fight with. You raced toward them as quickly as you could, heart beating faster than it should’ve been. Almost next to your sister, you could hear your father spit words of spite at her.

“You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” Nebula said.

Your father scoffed. “It would’ve been a waste of parts!”

He flung her aside and went to follow after her to continue the beating, but you stepped in front of him. His hand bared down on you, but you drew a long blade from your back and held him back with all the strength you had.

“You, my youngest,” he said almost genuinely. “You would betray the father that raised you from nothing?”

Your hands shook with the effort of holding him back and your words came out in hateful spats. “You are not my father!”

You lost your footing and had to dodge a secondary blow.

Between Gamora’s friends and the new people joining this fight, you couldn’t tell who was who. What you did know was that some of them were human. You’d never met another human besides yourself, so seeing one was rather terrifying. Humans were ugly creatures, you couldn’t help but think. You thought you were weird…

Finally, with the help of the Guardians and company, Thanos was pinned. The gauntlet was slowly being pulled off his arm.

Quill, the man Nebula told you that Gamora was overly fond of– you filled in the blanks– took this moment to interrogate your father. It was a terrible idea. A terrible, terrible idea. God, if he had just waited one minute longer–

“Where is Gamora?” He asked, though Thanos was halfway unconscious thanks to Mantis.

“My Gamora,” your father grumbled out.

“Bullshit,” Quill spat. “Where is she?”

Suddenly, Mantis spoke in a quivering voice. “He is in anguish–”

“Good.”

“He– he mourns,” she cried.

You didn’t hear anything else they said as you looked to Nebula, your face fallen. You breath left you and your hands began to shake. No, no, no, it couldn’t be. Mantis was wrong. Somehow she was wrong.

“Nebula–” You whispered, tears already threatening to emerge.

She shot you a terrified look before drawing Quill’s attention. “Gamora,” she said. “He took her to Vormir. He came back with the Soul Stone. And she didn’t.”

You choked out a sob, all the world going fuzzy around you. You heard Quill’s distorted shouts and everyone screaming at him to stop, but none of it registered. You stared through your father and his cruel, blank eyes, wondering how he could’ve done such a thing. Your sister was gone. You and Nebula were all that was left.

In your dulled state, you weren’t able to move out of the way fast enough when Thanos got his bearings again.

He slammed a moon into the planet, a chunk of which sent you flying. The fluctuating gravity had you floating everywhere, but that Peter kid managed to pin you and the others down. When you were safely on the ground, you were frozen. You watched in a daze as Dr. Strange gave the Time Stone away to Thanos.

You breathed out in gasps more than anything, which only became worse when Thanos disappeared.

Nebula sprinted to your side and the others gathered nearby, all weighed down by defeat.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), can you hear me?” She asked.

You nodded, but sobbed. “He killed her,” you said. “He killed her Nebula.”

“And he’ll pay,” she growled instantly, helping you to stand. “I’m going to find him and he’ll pay for what he did to her.”

“We’ll make him pay,” you corrected.

Nebula shook her head. “You’re not coming. It’s too dangerous. I won’t lose another sister to him.”

“I won’t lose another either!” You snapped, making her look over at you with a tilted head. “I could lose you just as easily as you could lose me. We do it together or not at all.”

“(Y/N)–” She began to say, her eyes wide.

“Don’t fight with me,” you huffed.

Her breathing was irregular, but you didn’t notice it at first. Her one non-mechanical eye was filled with tears, which cascaded down her face like a waterfall. It was like she saw something that you didn’t.

“I’ll find him,” Nebula said, ignoring your statement. “I’ll make him pay for this.”

“We are gonna make him pay,” you said again, this time more firmly. “For what he did to Gamora, what he did to you.”

She exhaled shakily. “(Y/N)–”

“No, Nebula, you listen– you listen to me, you–” You stopped suddenly, following her gaze.

Your older sister was watching your lower body in complete horror and, when you saw what she did, you gasped slightly. Looking between your sister and your rapidly disappearing self, you could barely find your voice.

“Nebula?” You asked. “What’s– what’s happening? What’s– Nebula?”

You collapsed onto her, forehead to forehead with her. You clawed desperately at her, your nails making an indent in an artificial part of her face.

“No, no, no,” she said harshly, though she wasn’t speaking to you. She suddenly screamed. “YOU CAN’T HAVE HER! You can’t– You can’t have her, you won’t– (Y/N)– (Y/N)–”

When you were gone, she fell to her knees, quaking fingers clutching at dust. She sobbed into nothing, her cold heart being squeezed and ripped from her chest. Nebula held the remnants of you with a twinge of regret, thinking to herself of how she had nothing of Gamora left.

She looked up into the moon-less sky and sobbed. Thanos had taken everything from her. He had taken her life, her dignity, her family…

That was when Nebula realised it. Both of her sisters were gone.

She was the last one.

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hollowedsammy · 5 years

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Hello, hello, everyone! My name is Susie, I am 21-soon-to-be-22, I live in the EST timezone, and this is the first of my two characters, Sam! If you’d like to plot, like this or IM me! This contains his basic info, backstory, info about what he’s currently up to, some misc. information, a small playlist, tropes that apply to him, and wanted connections. Yeah... I went a little hard.

☾ ↪ cillian murphy, male, forty, he/him. ／ ❛ have you heard from samuel marx lately ？ yeah, the forty year old mechanic / drug dealer. pretty sure they’ve been here twenty years, and from what i’ve heard, sam can be kind of cynical & self-serving, but i caught them on a good day once, and they were pretty funny & clever. i’m probably overthinking it, but given all the crazy shit around here, i hope they’re okay. maybe they’re watching their favorite scary movie, i heard it’s child’s play.

trigger warnings: homophobia, parental/domestic abuse, self-harm, depression

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Samuel Joseph Marx

Nickname(s): Sam (everyone), Sammy (his mother, close friends, or significant others only)

Age: 40

Gender: male

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Birthday: January 12, 1956

Zodiac: Capricorn

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Personality type: ISFJ

Family: Joseph Marx (father, deceased), Serafine Marx (mother, deceased)

Criminal record: shoplifting (3 counts), underage drinking (2 counts), auto theft (1 count), fraud (2 counts), possession with the intent to distribute (2 counts)

TROPES

Beware the Quiet Ones

Cornered Rattlesnake

The Cynic

Deadpan Snarker

Don’t You Dare Pity Me!

Even Bad Men Love Their Mamas

I Just Want to be Loved

I Need a Freaking Drink

Lower-Class Lout

Not Good With People

Perpetual Frowner

The Runaway

Smarter Than You Look

The Snark Knight

Sour Outside, Sad Inside

When He Smiles

FIVE-SONG PLAYLIST

“The Mute” by Radical Face

“Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant

“Run Boy Run” by Woodkid

“The Kids Aren’t Alright” by Fall Out Boy

“Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! at the Disco

BACKGROUND

Sam was born and raised in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He had a small family -- just him, and his parents. His father was a police officer, and his mother was a housewife.

Sam never got along with his father. Never. He can’t remember a single time that he didn’t entirely despise the man.

Joseph Marx was a corrupt cop, as well as an abusive husband and father. The Marx household was frequently filled with the sounds of slamming doors, screamed profanity, and glass breaking. While he frequently took his anger out on his wife, Sam quickly became Joseph’s favorite target.

Sam was also a favored target of other kids. An incident during which two older boys held him under the water instilled an unshakable case of hydrophobia in him, and he was often beat up when teachers weren’t around. Many said he brought it on himself -- what did he expect, when he was so obviously queer, dressed in such ratty clothes, acted so strangely?

Unsurprisingly, he developed delinquent behavior early on, and was frequently in trouble for cheating on tests, stealing other students’ possessions, skipping class, smoking, drinking, and stealing cars for joyrides.

Bullied at school and abused at home, Sam had few friends, and spent as much time as possible out of the house. He’d wander the swamps and streets alone, only occasionally having a companion with him.

Finally, when he was sixteen, Sam hit a breaking point. A terrible fight with his father led to Sam being thrown into the kitchen window. The glass shattered, cutting into Sam’s skin. His mother tried to help him get cleaned up, but Sam had had enough. That very night, he packed a small bag and snuck out the back door. He stole a truck from one of his neighbors, and hit the road, never to return to Baton Rouge.

Lacking any sort of plan, Sam wandered from town to town, making money via odd jobs, shoplifting, pickpocketing, purse-snatching, and selling dime bags of weed. He had his fair share of scrapes with the law -- even spending six months in a correctional facility when he was eighteen -- but always managed to worm his way out any long-term consequences.

While in jail, Sam finally wrote to his mother -- now that he was eighteen, he couldn’t be forced to return to his family’s home, so he could assure her that he was alive. While he kept in contact with his mother from then on, Sam never spoke to his father again, and refused to ever return to Baton Rouge, even after his father was shot and killed in the line of duty.

ARRIVAL IN HOLLOWAY

Sam got to Holloway at the age of twenty. He only intended to stay for a couple weeks, long enough to make enough money to make a cross-country trip. The girl he was dating at the time went to school in Maine, and he wanted to go visit her.

When the first Hollow Man murder happened, a couple weeks after Sam’s arrival, he was nervous. When it became evident that there was a serial killer in Holloway, he started thinking maybe he should just say “fuck the money” and skip town altogether. However, before he could, the police were asking to talk to him.

It had been discovered that a couple of the deceased had bought drugs off of Sam a few times. While they hadn’t thought much about Sam at first, this caused the cops to look closer at him. Upon further digging, the investigators found that Sam was a drifter who had dropped out of school and run away from home, had a history of behavior issues, an ever-growing rap sheet, a brief stint in jail to his name, a skittish and antisocial air about him, and an obvious hatred of cops.

Yeah. It did not look good.

Sam was interrogated many times. His story never changed. He did sell weed to two of the deceased. No, he didn’t hurt them. He never even interacted with them beyond the sales. He was asleep at the time of the murders. No, no one can confirm that, he was alone. No, he doesn’t have a hotel room, he’s been sleeping in his truck.

Despite a lack of solid evidence or a motive, Sam was still a prime suspect for the first few murders, and he was told not to leave town. Knowing it’d look much worse if he ran, Sam decided to get a job -- partially because he was stuck in Halloway for the foreseeable future, and partially because he knew he might have to hire a lawyer soon. He eventually persuaded the local auto shop to hire him as a mechanic. (Accused of murder or not, Sam is damn good with cars.)

No official charges were ever brought, and eventually, another murder took place while Sam had a clear alibi, having been drinking in a local bar in full view of at least a dozen people all night. He got busted for having a fake ID, but at least he wasn’t an official murder suspect anymore.

Key word being official. Some suspected that Sam had an accomplice, and that the whole thing was a set-up to clear his name. Despite rumors, whispers, stares, and even a few people accusing him of the crime to his face, he always maintained that he never hurt anybody.

After being cleared, Sam intended to get out of town as soon as he could. But then, the girlfriend in Maine he’d been planning to go see dumped him... via postcard. It was the cherry on top of what had been a shitty few weeks.

Sam decided to stay for a little while until he figured out where to go next. He was rather enjoying having a steady paycheck for once, and it wasn’t like he had a plan. “A little while” eventually turned to twenty years.

NOWADAYS

Sam has now lived in a half-double in town for many, many years. It’s small, but he makes it work.

While most have probably abandoned the idea that Sam killed anybody, he’s still not exactly Mr. Popular in town. He’s known to be a sarcastic, self-centered dick, who has no respect for authority. (Some things never change.)

He still works at the auto shop. The original owner’s son runs it now, but Sam is the longest-standing employee, as well as the best mechanic.

Sam still hates cops. If he could refuse service to them, he would.

He’s still selling weed on the side (his boss looks the other way -- so long as Sam doesn’t get busted while at work, he doesn’t really care), and can be bribed into purchasing alcohol for underage students. However, he refuses to get mixed up in anything harder than that.

He mostly keeps to himself, and isn’t known to be particularly violent. If someone else attacks him, he’ll defend himself, but he rarely throws the first punch.

He’s been in an even more melancholy mood than normal lately, because his mother died last month.

He honestly thought the Hollow Man business was behind him. But now that a new victim has been found, he can feel people looking at him sideways again.

And, no matter how much he says he doesn’t care what other people think... he doesn’t like it at all.

MISC.

Sam’s sexuality is not public knowledge. He’s not ashamed of it, but he also wants to avoid harassment, so he’s only ever openly dated women. The only people who know are men he’s been with in the past, and maybe, maybe a very close friend.

Despite his dislike of people, Sam is quite fond of animals, and even adopted a stray cat he found a couple years ago. He’s named him Hecate, and he is quite possibly the ugliest cat in existence -- he has one eye, crooked fangs, and scratches everything that isn’t Sam.

Sam suffers clinical depression, but is in denial about how serious it actually is. It’s driven him to make some pretty damaging decisions, and he’s had a habit of burning himself with cigarettes since high school. The scars are all over his shoulders, arms, and stomach.

Sam was -- and still is -- a frequent target of classism. Due to his lack of education and working-class background, many assume the worst in him, and many underestimate his intelligence. While he uses it to his advantage, he is irked by it.

It surprises people to learn that Sam is actually very well-read, and a talented actor. In another life, he could’ve joined a Shakespeare company. In this one, he reads passages aloud to himself when he’s alone.

Sam claims to hate... well, everyone, but he holds a special contempt for bullies and abusers. One of the only times Sam’s been known to instigate a fight is when he got sick of listening to a drunk guy catcall a woman walking by, and just decked him.

Sam still hates water, and refuses to go swimming -- on the rare occasions he has to go near the water, he won’t put his head under.

Sam has a pitch-black sense of humor. The Hollow Man murders are one of the few things he won’t joke about.

SUGGESTED CONNECTIONS

Someone who still believes Sam was or is the Hollow Man.

Related to the above, some of the younger characters have probably been told by their parents to stay away from Sam. Whether or not they listened is up to you.

Friend with benefits.

Exes.

Someone who has become aware of Sam’s depression and is trying to help him -- whether he likes it or not.

Unrequited crush (from either party).

And anything else you can think of!

#hollowfm.intro

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cupidmarwani-archive · 6 years

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Cakewalk (5/15)

WC: 1404

Rafael is just as sarcastic and witty over text as he is in person and on air. The fact that he’s not secretly an asshole like most celebrities are makes Sonny smile and does nothing to help the little crush he’s been developing on the man since he first started listening in to his shows. Most of his messages are intermittent until around five, when he gets off of work and starts answering Sonny back rather quickly. Every moment not spent on the customers goes toward texting Rafael, all the way up until he closes the shop at eight. Then, he’s free to fully invest between preparing cookie and bread dough for tomorrow.

Rafael: I hope you know I’m coming back

Rafael: Like every single day

Sonny: you say that like its a threat

Rafael: You’ll hate me after a while

Sonny: impossible

He smiles at his phone before setting it down and getting back to kneading the dough. Nonna always told him to take out all his negativity on it, punch it and beat it. He’s never had a problem with that before. But today, something is different. Sonny kneads it with as much strength as he always does, and yet the motion feels more fluid, more like rolling it than pounding it into the flour all over the countertop. By the time he’s done with it, he has this light feeling in his chest that he can’t even begin to describe. He drops the dough into a bowl and covers it with a towel to leave until the next morning, completing his work for the night. Tuesdays are cannolis and cinnamon bread, which means that Amanda will buy out his whole stock. She’ll be by before work, on her lunch break, and after she locks up. She closes at nine, but Sonny is usually still around when she locks up and she helps him sometimes. The sweetstop is a lot of work, much more than he thought it would be when he was younger.

On his way home, still texting Rafael, Sonny wonders if maybe he can finally allow himself to have something in his life other than work. He’s been talking to Rafael for less than a day, but he has a really good feeling that lingers all night, and remains when he wakes up the next morning for another day of work. For the first time, getting out of bed isn’t a seemingly insurmountable chore. He has something to look forward to, something to break up the monotony of his days.

When he gets into the store, he puts in the bread dough and starts on the cannolis as soon as possible. They’re time-consuming, but best fresh as opposed to a day or two old, which is why he comes into the store half an hour early to give the dough time to rest before being rolled out. These are his favorite to make, familiar from childhood summers spent piping filling into the fried shells and dusting powdered sugar over the top from a sieve bigger than his head. For a long time, they’ve held a special place in his heart. And they always will, he thinks to himself as he folds in the wine. The filling is going to be basic this week, plain and cherry, but good as always. Better simple and good than complex and bad, right?

Rafael: What time do you open?

Sonny: 530

Rafael: Gross. How are you awake at 4 am?

Sonny: you realize youre awake too

Rafael: Long night and I’m in the neighborhood.

Rafael: Thought I’d come by when you open.

Sonny: im already at work you can come now if you want

Rafael: Is the coffee on?

At Sonny’s affirmation, Rafael says he’ll arrive in a couple minutes. Maybe by the time he comes in, the bread will be done and he can give him a taste of it fresh out of the oven. There’s nothing as good as fresh bread. In the meanwhile, Sonny pulls out all of the sweeteners and creamers with the idea of getting Rafael to show him how to make better coffee as he said he would yesterday. Normally the very thought of being expected to change something around here is daunting, but for once he finds that he doesn’t mind. If something can be improved, and the person helping him is the Rafael Barba, why shouldn’t he change it? The world won’t end because he serves better coffee.

A few minutes later, Rafael walks in with a decidedly exhausted expression that gives Sonny the urge to pull him into a hug and tuck him into bed for a good night’s sleep. Instead of doing either of those things, he instead greets Rafael happily and beckons him back into the kitchen where the bread is just about ready to come out of the oven. The washed glaze on top for shine catches the light nicely when Sonny pulls it out to slowly cool on the counter.

“Did you have breakfast?” Sonny asks, already starting to slice the loaf for display.

“No, I…” Rafael interrupts himself with a yawn that’s actually kind of cute. “...sorry, no, I haven’t.”

Blasphemy. He has fond memories of Nonna taking care of him and his sisters, making meals for them and taking care of them when his father got too overwhelmed. Sometimes, when she thought no one was listening, she’d curse out Sonny’s mother for abandoning her entire family without so much as a trace left behind. He remembers vividly the day he sat at the bench in the park waiting for his mother to come back when she said that she was just going to go grab something to eat from one of the vendors. He sat there from the time she left him in the morning to not long after the sunset, when he finally got found by a beat cop in a starched uniform with kind eyes. The only thing he choked out between his sobs was that his mommy abandoned him.

It took a couple of hours in the police station before he managed to explain that he wanted to go see Nonna at the Carisi sweetstop, ever wary of giving out his name to strangers like his parents always told him not to. The door had clanged open with the entry bell, making Nonna call from the back that they were closed. When she heard Sonny’s small voice, however, she had come out and swept him into her arms. She told the police, told Sonny’s father, not to bother looking for his mother because she has a mind of her own when she decides to disappear on them all. The worst part is that she was right; no matter how hard Sonny’s father looked, they never heard from his mother again.

He shakes his head to clear away the negative thoughts. This is a happy moment, or at least a neutral one. “Grab a seat, I’ll get you some coffee and food.”

Rafael raises his eyebrows. “Where?”

Right. Sonny clears a space on the counter and gestures lazily for Rafael to sit. He can always wipe it down later. He turns away just long enough to pour coffee, and when he turns back around, his mouth dries up. Rafael has a comfortable perch on the counter, unbuttoning the crisp collar of his salmon shirt and loosening his tie. That’s not fair, he thinks, because he suddenly doesn’t know how to form sentences.

He hands Rafael the coffee and then a slice of his cinnamon bread. It’s nothing substantial, but this is a sweetstop after all. Sonny grabs a slice for himself and leans against the fridge opposite Rafael’s seat in an effort to seem calmer than he is. His heartbeat is pounding so loudly he thinks Rafael can hear it. There’s an urge to say or do something other than awkwardly stand there with his breakfast.

Finally, he blurts out, “Can I take you to dinner tonight? If you’re, you know, not busy, and um, no pressure, or anything, but if you want to, I’d love to take you out and-”

“Breathe, Sonny,” Rafael says with the slightest hint of a smile. “I’d love to.”

Sonny’s so excited and elated that it doesn’t even occur to him that Rafael is the first person to come to the kitchens at the sweetstop since his Nonna passed away.

Taglist: @rafaelscarisi @giraffe-puppy @biweatherman @scottishblend @obfuscateyummy @tiredbisexual @scanavino-esparza @welcomehomemysweet @bullet-prooflove @msamethyst1

#cakewalk #barisi #mine #fic

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jiminnamoro · 6 years

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i got tagged in a few games ♡ since they’re quite long im gonna hide the whole thing sdhfhshfs feel free to tag me in whatever really these make me v happy! im tagging @yoingo @tumbleweed-of-doom and @myotpschoseme

so i was tagged by @princechae thank u puppy ♡

1. Who is your current Monsta X bias? if you follow me and you haven't figured it out yet...im not doing a good job....i dont know what to tell you..um......

2. Who was your first bias in Monsta X? minhyuk! for like....three days...then wonho made me sit in a dark room and showed me a powerpoint presentation called ‘101 reasons why you should stan me and only me part 1’ so like... he convinced me and here we are

3. Favorite Monsta X song? sjdjfhsahfhs i dont know :( dramarama? from zero? both

4. Who is your Monsta X bias wrecker? minhyuk

5. What is your favorite Monsta X music video? fighter. bc of wonhos iconic hairstyle

6. What were your thoughts when you watched No Mercy? they rlly grew up a lot :(

7. Favorite Monsta X meme?

but also can we not forget wonhos iconic ‘drop the beat’ /dabs

8. How long have you been a Monbebe? around....two years maybe...i’m not sure

9. What is your favorite Monsta X album? the clan pt 2.5 aka beautiful

10. If you could befriend one member of Monsta X who would it be? cant i choose all of them :( um ok id say wonho bye

11. If you could marry one member of Monsta X who would it be? if i say wonho one more time i know yall will kill me but. wonho

12. How did you fall in love with Monsta X? i saw the hero mv... and i thought it was a bop....now im doomed but boi it was worth it

13. Favorite Ship? minhyuk x wonho

i was also tagged by this tiny bub @drunkennessmv thank u!!

music shuffle tag!

rules: put all of your phone’s music library – no playlists! – on shuffle. list the first ten songs that play. bold the song(s) that lift your mood and italicise the song(s) that makes you the most emotional. then tag ten people!

piccolo fiore dove vai by teppisti dei sogni fire by bts spider by vixx johnny and mary by kisses tropical night by monsta x hero (jpn version) by monsta x love me right by exo you win again by bee gees witch by boyfriend what you like by lee gikwang

kpop tag!

rules: answer the questions!!

1) 5 favorite groups? monsta x, sf9, boyfriend, snuper, vixx

2) top 5 on your bias list? wonho, yoo taeyang, junhyung, ravi, wonho again because he deserves two places

3) ult bias group and why you love them? monsta x!! bc...bc.....bc they make me feel an enormous range of emotions...and they always manage to cheer me up and stanning wonho really changed me as a person and i’m grateful

4) ult bias and why you love them? listen wonho really is That guy you completely fall head over heels for...hes just.....so childish but so sweet and hard working and empathic and kinda shy sometimes and hes a dork and overall hes a grown baby but he SUCKS at hiding his emotions and i think this makes him so human and hes so handsome and if the mere idea that a more handsome boy even exists crosses your mind...youre wrong goodnight

5) favorite kpop meme: isn't hyungwon already a living meme? also this pic bc same

6) favorite pic of your ult? (I dare you to only pick one) this question gave me a headache

7) 10 favorite kpop mvs

o sole mio by sf9

fighter by monsta x

love me right by exo

danger by taemin (B ITCH)

beautiful liar by vixx LR

crooked by g dragon

bounce by boyfriend

chained up by vixx

all in by monsta x

easy love by sf9

8) 10 favorite kpop songs? (not in order)

dramarama by monsta x

mamma mia by sf9

call your name by jbj

a lie by b1a4

from zero by monsta x

somebody else by se7en

platonic love by snuper

empty by winner

good night by boyfriend

error by vixx

9) favorite kpop crack video? im not fond of those

10) favorite content creator within the fandom? @wonhone

11) what fandoms would you say you’re an active member of? only mx

12) take your top 3 biases- fmk or kiss marry kill

fuck: minhyuk marry: wonho kill kiss softly: taeyang

13) if you could be best friends with any idol, who would you choose? id choose......... wonho

14) If you could date any idol, who? :))

15) what’s one kpop album you think everyone should have listened to? the code by monsta x

16) are you a soft or a hard stan? as hard as steel

17) an idol that makes you go into soft mode? yoo taeyang :(

18) an idol that makes you want to smash the empire state building with one single punch? ravi sdfghfsg

19) favorite vocalist? kim sungkyu

20) favorite rapper: jooheon obviously

21) Favorite dancer? have you guys seen mr yoo taeyang? like?? in roar?? bitch

22) Things you have in common with your ult? we are both childish..soft..kind of quiet sometimes...we both eat ramen when theres no better food at home... we change hairstyle quite often...we have a mole near the belly button...we have piercings n tattoos.. we are perfectionists.. we both own a shit ton of chokers...yea

23) The most beautiful trait any idol can have? beauty is subjective

24) Songs that will always make you jam along? mirotic by dbsk bitch NO TEARS @ THE CLUB

25) Your worst wrecker? minhyuk

26) Any kpop concerts you’ve been to? boyfriend in paris!! i saw highlight, snuper, knk and exid in london!! and vixx in milan!!

27) Favorite choreo? all in maybe? or stuck?

28) Favorite live performance? this one bitch im shaking

29) Favorite debut mv? trespass!!!!

30) Recommend a rookie group: i dont rlly know :(

31.) A kpop song you could listen to every day for the rest of your life? easy love by sf9 totally

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even the winter sky was bright then (1/2) [unfinished]

a/n: an old ennofuta fhq fic that i deleted off ao3. i'm re-posting it here to have a resting place for it. i’ll also be sharing the next chapter that i never got around to publishing & extra worldbuilding tidbits or scenes that i planned later in the story.

trigger warnings for violence, blood, death (no major character death), and injuries

part 1 ! (you are here) wc3896 part 2 !

KENJI

“This is not what I had in mind when you asked me to escort you ‘across the way’!” Kenji shouts, pitting his weight against the man who had a hold of his arm. He throws him off and spins on him, bringing his sword down upon his unprotected chest. The blade slashes through his thin plainclothes with ease. The man releases a hoarse shout, dagger falling from his grasp, the rest of him falling down to one knee.

The cut was too shallow, at a poor angle; the stunned man recovers himself and makes a lunge for the weapon, but Kenji rushes there first, trapping it beneath a foot, grunting as the man knocks a fist into the back of his knee to unbalance him. He buckles but doesn’t fall, harshly kicking the dagger backwards. It spins out of reach, disappearing into the high grasses. Kenji watches desperation wash over his attacker’s face, quickly chased by fear. He scrambles backwards, his chest bleeding freely now.

Kenji gives him only a second of reprieve before advancing on him and thrusting steel through his breast, watching the whites grow around his eyes and the ugly grimace of his mouth.

“Run away now?” Kenji challenges, jerking the blade deeper. The other’s shaking arm begins to rise up.

Kenji doesn’t let him get far. He yanks the sword out. The man thuds to the ground, gurgling in his throes.

Kenji whirls around.

Ennoshita’s response, if he even bothered to give one, is lost in the noise of a scuffle.

Two remaining assailants are bearing down on him, one grasping a short sword and the other wielding a sinister looking dagger similar to the one belonging to the man he just killed. The dry forest litter crunches beneath their boots as they approach Ennoshita in a two-man pincer movement, and Kenji curses to see that his escort is completely unarmed and quickly becoming pinched.

He hadn’t bothered to ask or check what the man had beneath his gray cloak, assuming h im to be as plain as the rest of the small village he was passing through. His cloak is parted now, legs bent and arms raised in a position better suited to brawls than a sword fight, and there is not a single visible weapon strapped to him. Presumably nothing concealed either, for this would be the time to use it.

Ennoshita’s head swivels back and forth between his attackers, then over his shoulder at Kenji.

“Fuck,” Kenji curses, tightening the grip on his hilt while marching ahead. He had ventured a distance away while dispatching his foe. Too far to offer any support by the time the duo launches an attack.

The one with the short sword lunges forward with a broad swing, making Ennoshita leap away to evade it. It places him straight into the smaller range of the other’s dagger. Such a simple trap, but Ennoshita falls right into it. How could he let himself be cornered so easily? He turns a fraction too slow to avoid the dagger that flies toward him, glinting in the moonlight. Ennoshita’s arm shoots up to block the strike but Kenji sees that it’s adorned with only a long glove, likely made of the same cheap black leather that the rest of his jerkin was fashioned from.

Kenji’s still not close enough when he watches the dagger’s point tear into Ennoshita’s flesh and slice away red with blood once, twice, stabbing down again a beat later. The attacker is moving viciously, intent on bullying his way to a murder. Even in the dim lighting Kenji can see the white snarl of his teeth.

Whatever happens next is obscured from view as Ennoshita turns his back, his cape flaring out in an arc. What can only be called a blood curdling yell rents the air, an animal noise that freezes Kenji’s blood even in the midst of a battle, but when Ennoshita turns around his hands are just as bare as before and Futakuchi doesn’t know what in the world just happened to the man now slumped lifeless in the dirt. The remaining attacker looks just as quelled, staring down at his felled partner in horror.

“Behind you!” Ennoshita shouts.

Kenji realizes a second too late that the warning is meant for him.

Pain lances up his side, right beneath the ribs, right between the gaps of his armor. A shout drags free from his throat. Someone is suddenly behind him, close enough to feel their body heat against his back and puffs of breath against his neck. They twist the knife lodged in his side with enough ferocity to make him see stars.

“Shit,” Kenji rasps, wrenching away. His attacker lets him. The knife stays stuck in his side. He sees wisps of black shadows clinging to the air, dissipating like a mist.

A rogue.

He continues to wheel around. No one’s there. Just thin, inky shadows. They’re cloaking. It’s not a tactic he’s overly fond of. The night is dim enough without the extra smokescreen obscuring his surroundings.

His sword is useless like this, too slow to block a quick strike that he can’t see coming. He carries no shield. How had Ennoshita descried the rogue’s position? A good cloaking completely hides a person’s scent, sound, and movement. Kenji can’t sense a thing and his fighting instincts are anything but dull.

The second knife is thrown from his left flank, impossibly fast. Kenji only has time to turn his shoulder to it, gritting his teeth as the steel cleaves through his armor and sinks into flesh. The angle— But again, when he wheels in the direction the knife was thrown from there are only mist-like shadows hanging in the air. He looks down. Trampled grass. Too faint footsteps. He can’t track anything. At this rate he’ll become target practice.

It continues like that for one more knife, thankfully glanced off his armor rather than through it, when an idea finally comes to him. He raises his sword arm and rushes toward the still dissipating mist with a gusto, swinging wildly with an affected amount of panic and leaving his back completely unguarded. Those earlier footsteps in the grass were evenly dispersed and close together – an easygoing walking pace, suggesting the rogue is taking their time circling around him. At a slow pace like that…

Now.

He spins around, flooded with success when he catches the rogue jump back in shock. The shadows smell acrid up close, like smoke and old ashes. He can see her trying to pull them around her again. Kenji drops his sword and rushes forward.

“Cowards always go for the back, don’t they?” He says, grabbing her hood in hand to drag her to him. It’s pulled from her head, she attempting to worm out of her cape altogether, but he takes her by the hair and cranes her neck back. She bucks and struggles against his grasp but doesn’t say a word, not even when Kenji’s hand tugs a knife free from her pouch and slices it across her neck.

Kenji drops the knife when he's done, looking around for any more attackers. He's greeted with silence.

Ennoshita walks nearer.

“The last one?” Kenji asks.

“He ran.”

“You let him?”

Ennoshita stares at him for a moment, then at the three bodies scattered on the ground, and finally at small pool of blood weeping from the rogue’s neck. He says nothing more.

It’s too late to give chase. Kenji finds that he doesn’t care enough to try. He picks up his sword and sheathes it. His breathing breaks around the motion, reminding him of his injuries, the two knives still protruding from him like twin thorns, and then his vision swims for a worrying moment. When it clears Ennoshita is staring at him again.

“Are you--”

“Fine,” Kenji cuts in, forcing his legs to move. “Let’s get away from this area before someone happens on it. I’ve had enough surprises for one day. You?”

Ennoshita looks like he’s not sure what Kenji’s question means, asking quietly, “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know,” Kenji deadpans, turning on heel. “Maybe to see a doctor.”

He trudges off the path and into the forest, swatting a ticklish cobweb from his cheek. Through the distant trees he can see the looming walls of Crow punching into the night, but the sight disappears as the forest grows thicker around him. He’s not paying the closes attention to where he’s going other than away from the main road where they had been attacked. He recalls passing a village along the way. His breathing is becoming frayed and audible over the snap and crunch of their footsteps, Ennoshita’s a small distance behind his. He tries to temper it into something quieter and breaks out into a sweat instead. His hands are beginning to feel cold and when he shakes them they feel numb too, prickling his skin with a needling sensation.

They walk in silence. At least there’s that. Kenji’s confident there’s no one pursuing them. The one who ran must have done so without the intention of coming back.

A twisted root grabs at his ankle, causing him to loose his footing. He falls with less grace than he’d like against a tree, twisting at the last moment to avoid aggravating his injured shoulder. It doesn’t exactly work. The collision is jarring, making his eyes wince shut, and he slouches against the tall trunk with a groan.

Hurried footsteps come to a pause, and then a hand on his arm. “Futakuchi? Are you with me?”

Kenji rolls his eyes but does manage to drag his gaze up, up to Ennoshita’s heavy black eyes and the bright marking blazing on his forehead between them, close to the scalp where his overgrown bangs previously obscured it. The strange tattoo is arresting for both its location and its brightness of color. Two short lines are shaped into the letter V, slightly raised like a healed scar, but done so precisely that it must have been intentionally put there. The symbol’s meaning is lost to him, but the mark’s pure white color is unnaturally vibrant.

Ennoshita’s face seems to default to clean and austere, but his shoulders are tilted attentively toward Kenji and his expression holds such an openness to it that it gives him pause.

Something’s definitely wrong with his body.

He remembers that Ennoshita might want a verbal answer.

“…Are you medically licensed?” He asks.

“No.”

“Are you medically trained?”

“Not exactly, and probably not as much as you’d like, but I do know what I’m doing. I can help you heal. Trust me.”

Kenji scoffs and moves to straighten up, steeling himself to the pain that ripples through him. It is deeply aggravating but he’s managed more with worse. He’s usually closer to fellow soldiers after being cut down, but he has lived with worse before, and he refuses to be done in by such a low attack. “You led me straight into an ambush led by petty criminals and a rogue. I apologize if I have a hard time of doing that now.”

Ennoshita wavers for a moment, a crease folding itself between his brow, but a moment later a stern hand takes Kenji’s shoulder and pushes him back against the rough tree trunk, makes him sit down. “I didn’t know about the ambush.”

Kenji feels the tug of his fastenings coming loose, and then the cuirass itself lifts off his shoulders and over his head, clattering to the ground with less delicacy than he cares for, but the removal of the metal breastplate and backplate lifts a gratifying measure of confinement from his body, making it easier to settle against the tree at his back.

“You knew you could use some extra protection or else you wouldn’t have approached me in the first place with the casual excuse that we were both going the same way,” Kenji grunts, applying more pressure to his wound. “You knew you could find yourself in some sort of danger, even if you weren’t sure of the sort.”

“There is always trouble on the main road if you’re travelling alone. Thieves, rogues, ransomers, boredom…” He sounds entirely too calm. “Isn’t it normal for travelers to want some company?”

“Really! And the group we met only happened to know your name and whereabouts? Two went after you and only one came for me.”

“The rogue came for you too,” Ennoshita adds, looking away evasively.

“What?”

“…She was behind me at first. Waiting for an opening, I think, or just watching. I wasn’t sure. But then I felt her leave after you got rid of your man.”

Kenji’s mouth twists. “Forget the rogue. Out of the two of us which one looks like the greater threat?” Kenji throws a hand toward his armor, his sword, Ennoshita’s drab clothing. “If they were normal crooks targeting random travelers they wouldn’t have bothered with you so much. You look common. They would have sent one from the start, not two or three. Are you going to stop fucking with me soon?”

They stare at each other for a heated moment, saying nothing. Ennoshita gives in first. His hands curl into tight fists atop his thighs, the first clear sign of agitation that Kenji has seen yet.

“…I can’t say that none of that isn’t true, but I’m also telling the truth when I say I didn’t intentionally draw you into a trap. The way you speak makes me think you have some status somewhere, but I don’t know who you are so I have no reason to have you harmed or killed. No one put me up to anything either. I saw that you had good armor and a good sword and thought we could walk the road together, that’s all. We’re a far way from town. Let me help you? Rogues sometimes lace their knives with poison.”

Bullshit, he wants to say, but the adrenaline from the skirmish is quickly draining away, leaving Kenji chilled and too aware of his still bleeding wound. He thinks that first knife may have struck something important, the lucky bastard, and the talk of poisoning sends a reluctant shiver through his bones.

This man says he’s a healer. Then fine, so be it, Kenji will let him pay back at least this much for all the trouble he’s gone through so far, and when he’s feeling better he’ll shake him down for more.

Kenji eases back. “Give me your tinctures or whatever and let’s be on with it.”

Ennoshita nods and tears off his gloves. One is bloodied; the arm that had been stabbed. He hardly flinches through its removal. His hands look clean. They’re trembling so gently that Kenji nearly misses it. Kenji expects him to reach for that pouch strapped to across his torso. Water to wash out the wounds, a needle, thread, some salve, a bandage—

Ennoshita pulls the first knife from his shoulder. Kenji bites back a curse.

“I have to take these out first. I need to get your armor off for this,” Ennoshita says as if Kenji doesn’t know it already. He steels himself for the removal of the knife from his flank, deeper than the one that had been in his shoulder, and swallows down a noise before it can escape.

Ennoshita wipes the knife in the grass and inspects it.

“No hurry,” Kenji mutters.

Ennoshita drops the knife.

Any other comments stick fast in Kenji’s throat when Ennoshita shifts closer and puts the whole of his palm against his chest. His fingertips rest close to Kenji’s clavicle and one digit dips into the shallow valley between them where his shirt neck hangs low and loose, making Kenji suddenly aware of his own pulse beating close beneath his skin. Ennoshita’s hand is large and warm, gathering all of his attention – a hand as warm as the high noon sun baking rays straight into his chest, like a little beacon of heat pressed right through shirt and flesh. He feels his pulse flutter. Whatever warmth spared from that hand pressed against his chest flares into his cheeks. He blushes. His breath becomes frayed again and his fingers grasp at the ground, nails gripping tightly and blunting themselves on the stony dirt.

It is only after Kenji squints his eyes open – when they closed he cannot recall – that he realizes the silvery light awashing his face is not only moonlight now, but the shimmering crack and hiss of magick. They dance halos about Ennoshita’s head. The small specks are small and bright, and Ennoshita’s eyes are bright with them as if there were little crescent moons in his pupils raying out light. His lips are slightly parted. The hand on Kenji’s chest is aglow.

That is what burns him up, Kenji realizes with a quickened heartbeat, and he thinks hard and loud to himself, The magicks, not the touch itself. Not the touch itself.

Then, belatedly, the pieces fall into place.

“You’re a mage,” Kenji rasps through the pain lancing and abating through his side, pulsing in strange waves. He can’t seem to stop talking. His mouth often runs away from him. Shaping out words distracts him from the hot blood seeping from his body. “A white one. Fuck’s sake, I thought you were an apothecary.”

The pain ebbs away so abruptly that Kenji moans in relief. Ennoshita says nothing at all, his only reaction a twitch of the mouth paired with a downward cast of his eyes. He wrenches Kenji’s hand away from where it was creeping toward his wound with a roughness that makes him grunt. Every fiber in his body screams at him to apply pressure to the area, not to let up on it and let him bleed.

“You also told me that you were from House Crow.” Whether that was a lie or the truth, Kenji is certain of one thing. “The Crows only throw black.”

It is their trademark and their charm, a house that favored only black magick in its users where in the past they had been a bright cauldron for the most promising mages of all shades… But something must have happened, an event that has yet to come to light, a mysterious blot that a hundred tales try to fill, each more fantastical than the last – because for generations now not a single white magick user or mage has been born or trained inside its walls. It’s a well-known fact. The Crows are jeered as the Flightless Crows in streets throughout the realms, including the ones Kenji grew up on: A house cursed to trudge through the darker, eldritch things and fated to lie with the demons lurking under one’s bed instead of escaping them.

“Are you listening to me?” Kenji presses when Ennoshita remains unresponsive. He feels his anger building and welcomes the distraction.

“I am,” Ennoshita replies after a pause. His voice is still so damn calm. “I know I owe you that much. I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’ll tell you more about it later, I promise. Now be still.” Ennoshita hisses, settling his long cloak around him. One hand is still against Kenji’s chest. He reaches around to press the other to Kenji’s back, both pressing his sternum and pushing against his spine until Kenji grows compressed and a tremble, nervous at the viscous stuff that’s being poured into him. He’s always found magicks creepy. He’s never felt it as quite so tangible before, and only now realizes that the mages who tended to him before usually brushed their fingertips across his flesh to mend, shimmered the air above a bruise to heal it, or cast stuff from meters away. Never had it felt invasive; alien. But the things touching him now are thick and strong and it’s all he can do but drag in a breath, a gasp of sharp night air that suddenly seems to cut his throat rather than soothe it.

His shoulders hunch forward, instinctively curling in to fend off the scalding hotness twisting inside of him, quick and silver-tongued, licking at his heart with a burn and a squeeze, trickling up his spine, and then sparking to the tips of his ribs like static on a wire to surround the utter vitality of him. It hurts, it burns more than the flesh wounds alone, and Kenji sucks air like a man breaking the surface of churning waters, resisting the urge to grab Ennoshita’s wrist and wrench the offending hand away. And, by the gods, he’s hot straight down to his fingertips and toes! He feels bloated with some foreign substance. Someone’s poured molten metals into his veins and pumped it through his very system and it’s scraping him up from the inside out, shaking the air straight from his lungs.

He pants harshly. How much time has passed? Five minutes? Two?

Pain flares sharply in his injured side. Kenji’s hand flies out to clutch at the pressure ripping through his torso, but Ennoshita slaps it away with unexpected harshness and Kenji’s too weak to combat the action. He’s appalled; his strength is gone.

He begins to realize he may have made a grave mistake. He knows shit about magick and here he is, offering up his body to the hands of a stranger he met beneath the awning of a drafty inn. Yet even his panic crashes over him sluggishly, foggily, as if something else is pushing it too far down to let it overcome him.

His body is tight with keen discomfort. An ache settles deep in his bones, so unlike the surface pain of a cut or bruise. It is that untouchable brand of hurt coming from within as from sickness or disease, overriding the body and the senses.

And then it abruptly ceases.

Ennoshita’s hand leaves his back. Ennoshita’s hand leaves his front. Kenji merely crumples against it again as he inhales, shuddery and desperate. A wave of nausea churns through him and a sheen of sweat breaks onto his skin as he attempts to gag and swallow the sensation down. Ennoshita holds his palm firmly against him, supporting him as he catches his breath, but something in his gaze has become tight and closed off.

“Gods,” Kenji whispers, “What did you do to me?”

Ennoshita’s eyes are dark again, the sparks gone. “You’re tired. Go to sleep.”

He feels drugged. Pain laps thinly at his body. A headache gnaws at his temples, similarly threatening. He tries to push himself off the tree and leave but stumbles, feeling all the more shame for it.

Work, you, he berates his traitor limbs. Was this a trap after all? He shuts his eyes and turns inward, all concentration focused on the simple act of breathing. He recites a simple mantra in his mind. You are fine. It helps a little, enabling him to push other discomforts away, to batter them beneath his loud thoughts. You are fine, you are fine. A minute and you’ll stand up and walk away. Go back to town. Find Aone. Get that stare from him. Laugh about it all later.

Yet even his thoughts are spiraling away, turning gray at the corners, slipping from his grasp as swiftly as his consciousness.

But then there’s only black.

#ennofuta #etws #ennoshita chikara #futakuchi kenji

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blahblahblippyblah · 7 years

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Magnus Chase and a Plotless Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 15: Dating Advice Summary: Mild Fierrochase fluff. Magnus asks Alex out on a date, and this time it's official. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11429727/chapters/26639934 Magnus stood by the edge of the dark forest looking out over the grounds. Spring was coming early this year and the grounds where a swamp of muddy slush. The snow had begun to melt making everything go from white to brown. This meant wearing rubber boots every day. He didn't mind. The smell of fresh mud and spring rain lifted him. He loved spring. Spring meant that the warm season was on its way. Soon he would be out in the forest if North America continuing his research. Spring was his favourite time of year. When his mom was still alive she would pull out all their camping gear the first day of warm weather and begin to check and repair anything in preparation for the trips she planned on doing with him once the snow melted. These memories warmed him from his chest to his finger tips. He titled his head back soaking in some sun. Nearby Alex was leaning against a paddock fence feeding the baby unicorns some carrots. Their adoptive mother Silverwing stood in the middle of the paddock trying to dig a chipmunk out from under the roots of a tree. The foals were now starting to come into their silver coats more. They looked a little scraggly as their thick golden winter coats began to shed. Alex was brushing them gently collecting the sheddings in a basket. The school could use the hair to make bandages for whatever or whoever needed them. Magnus walked over to her and picked up the other brush and started to help Alex. Since Sam had insisted no one be alone, especially by the forest Magnus had been spending alot of time with Alex. Especially in the evenings when he had alot of work to do by the forest. He was worried it might be awkward. Neither of them had mentioned the 'possibly a date, possibly not a date' they had been on the night the mother unicorn died. Also he had not attempted to hold Alex's hand since. But Alex acted like her usual self. Calm and confident with a pinch of hostility. Good old Alex. He didn't mind tho, Alex was slowly becoming his best friend. "Shhhh don't tell Blitz or Hearth" he thought to himself. He grinned at his own joke. "What are you smiling about?" Alex said noticing his face. "Nothing. Just I was thinking about how much time we've been spending together." Alex raised an eyebrow at him. "Ok? Is that a problem? I mean I could always start ignoring you if you want. I could use the free time" she said with a teasing grin. "Oh haha" he said sarcastically. Alex punched his arm. "You know we never got to finish our date what with everything that happened" Alex said as if commenting on the weather. Magnus turned and stared at her confused and slightly caught off guard. Trying not to sound like an idiot he managed to babble out. "Date? I mean ya date. Ummm, ya alot happened... Just I didn't know... never really had a date before...ummm..." He trailed off at the end looking down at his shoes to hide his embarrassing blushing. Then Alex did something that really surprised him. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. It was quick. Alex leaned back and smiled at him as he stood there eyes wide and as still as a statue. "Anyway I promised Halfborn I would help get ride of a Boggart infestation in the dungeon. See you tomorrow." And with that Alex waved at him and turned back to head up to the castle. Magnus stood in place shocked for a good minute until Silverwing came up to him and dropped a bloodied chipmunk on his shoulder. Which was probably meant affectionatly. He wiped the excess chipmunk blood off his robes and handed the dead creture back to Silverwing patting her head. He decided it was probably best not to stay out by the forest with the sun starting to set. So he followed Alex's mud footprints up to the castle. * Magnus knocked on the wooden door to Blitzen's office. They were on duty tonight together and he thought he would stop by early to spend time with him before rounds started. Also he needed to talk to someone. He figured Blitzen would be the only person not to make fun of him at the same time. Also he knew Blitzen was on to him, or at least he seemed to know about his feelings towards Alex. Blitzen answered the door. He was dressed in dark green robes. His gold watch chain dangling out of his pocket and clipped to his chest pocket. His dragon leather boots matched with the dragon leather gloves he wore when he was sewing. He looked as spiffy as he always was. "Hey Magnus" Blitz said in greeting. "Hey Blitz. Do you have time to talk and stuff?" "Sure" Magnus began to step forward but Blitz stopped him. Blitz jutted his head towards his muddy boots. He had forgotten to clean himself after working on the grounds. His boots were caked in mud. Mud had even splattered up his jeans to his knees. Magnus glanced behind himself and saw a trail of mud footprints where he had walked. "Here" Blitz said pulling out his wand. He waved it and the mud on him dissapeared. Another wave and the muddy footprints vanished as well. "I don't think the caretaker Hunding would appreciate cleaning up your muddy footprints." Shoes now clean Magnus walked into Blitz's place and crashed on the couch. He looked around and saw no Hearth. Which he was thankful for. "Hearth's not here right now?" He asked peering at the bedroom door. "Nah he has a few students he's giving detention too. Why you ask?" "Well I wanted to talk to you about something and I'm pretty sure Hearth would just make fun of me." "Is it about Alex?" Blitz asked without missing a beat. Magnus pursed his lips but replied. "Ya kinda" "Ya I guess Hearth would tease you then. Anyway what's the problem?" Blitz asked. "Ummm well I wouldn't say it's a problem. But ummm well... Alex just kissed me...amd I like just stood there, and now I'm confused." Magnus said looking anywhere but at Blitz grinning at him widely. "I get it. Also very smooth" Blitzs said sarcastically smiling at him. "On the bright side it sounds like she's interested in you." Magnus just grunted "Ya but what should I do now. Do I like go and kiss her back? Should I ask her why she did that?" "No no no. That would probably be a bad idea." Blitz said shaking his head. "What should I do then?" Magnus asks eagerly. He really appreciated the way Blitz was handling his situation. He was grateful for a friend who could help him with his inexperience, especially in the romance department. "Well I think you should ask her out on another date, but this time make it very obviously a real date" Blitz said after a few seconds of pondering. "That's a great idea Blitz, thank you so much" Magnus said with relief and sincerity. He reached over to the other side of the couch where Blitz was sitting and pulled him into a big hug. He was so grateful for Blitz's open ears and good advice. Blitz returned the hug. "Hey no problem kid" Blitz said. "Im not a kid. Your're only 4 years older than me." Magnus said thumping Blitz on the back as he broke apart the hug. Blitz just rolled his eyes. "Just remember to kiss her back at the end of the night this time. Also remember to be polite and curteous , it would break my heart to know my child wasn't a gentleman" Blitz said half joking half serious. Magnus laughed. He had been spending so much time with Blitz and Hearth everyone else was now starting to refer to them as his parents. Something he thought was amusing and decided to roll with. Having a talk about dating with Blitz helped enforce the Dad vibe people probably picked up on with Blitz and him. Just then the door opened and Hearth came in. He was dressed in his usual plain black robes. He threw his striped scarf on the armchair and waved to Magnus once he saw him sitting on the couch with Blitz. "Hey" Magnus waved back. "How's it going mom?" He signed to Hearth smiling as hearth frowned at his new nickname. Hearth wasn't fond of being called mom, but Magnus kept using it as revenge for all the times Hearth had teased him about liking Alex the past few months. Hearth just flipped him a rude gesture and stuck out his tongue. The guy looked tired. He had bags under his eyes and he was paler than usual. He collapsed into the chair with an exasperated huff. "Rough day?" Magnus asks Hearth. Hearth nodded and signed. "Students thought they could have a secret duelling club in the Ravenclaw common room. Hunding and me spent all day fixing the place. Then I had to supervise 15 students for dentetion. I mean in what world is duelling in a common room a smart idea?" After a bit it was time for Blitz and him to do rounds. He spent the night taking the opportunity to ask Blitz about all the things he didn't know about. What to do and act like on a date, what to say and talk about, and most importantly the gist of how to kiss. He felt a little awkward but Blitz made him feel better giving him good advice. By the end of the night he was ready to see Alex tomorrow. * The next morning he went down to breakfast to grab some muffins for himself for later. He then ran to Alex's office. Hoping to catch her before she headed to breakfast. She answered the door bleary eyed. Her hair was a mess and her bed clothes where bright neon and baggy. She looked like she just woke up. "Magnus its like 6am. What the Hellheim are you doing here?" She said groggily. Magnus was starting to regret his decision of doing this first thing in the morning. Yet he was already here so better go through with it. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me tonight?" He stammered out doing his best to keep his voice normal and not let his eyes wander to his feet in humiliation. "You woke me up to ask me that?" Alex said irritated. "Ummm ya.... I'm sorry. I'll go now." Magnus said cursing himself in his head. "Good idea. I'll see you at 7 for our date" Alex said turning to go back inside her office. "Wait so is that a yes?" Magnus said brightly turning around now hopeful. "Not if you keep me up any longer. Also thanks for the muffins" Alex said ruthlessly grabbing his muffins he had grabbed for later out of his hands and slamming the door behind her. Magnus could make out the faint smile on her face as the door slammed shut in his face. He fought the urge to jump up in victory and skip down the hall. He needed to see Blitz to go tell him the good news and get some fashion advice for tonight.

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Game #4 Kick in the Teeth

"Ow." It was perhaps the understatement of the year. Mike's body was trembling, and this annoyed her- it was an involuntary reaction to the level of pain she was in, something she was trying to express at a minimum. She was laying on her stomach on one of the two medical tables in the trainer’s room, ice packs placed at the points of impact on her back. She breathed in and out a few times through her teeth, producing a low hiss, before turning her head to her left, towards the other current occupant of the room. The person she'd taken the worst of this beating for, and had no regrets whatsoever about it. "...hey, buddy. You okay? Sorry I wasn't quicker..." There was a pained strain in her voice, and that annoyed her as well. She had to be stronger than this. John had just finished being examined by a doctor, and was sitting in a chair beside her. He wheezed with every breath -- coughing up spittle into a white towel, "I'm," a more pronounced fit, "okay." "No you're not." She took a few rattling breaths of her own, clenching her teeth together tightly. "F-fucking Garcia... 'm gonna kick his fucking ass in so bad he's g-gonna have to open his mouth to fucking change his underwear..." Her shaking just wasn’t from pain anymore. She could feel herself getting angrier by the second, and despite the icy cold on her back her body felt very hot. Frankly she was surprised the ice hadn’t all melted by now. Her fists tightened, short fingernails digging into the heels of her palms. Every thought of the smirking face of the tag team champion only stoked her rage. Rob Garcia had hurt her, yes. But he’d hurt her partner and that was completely unforgivable. Between the twin injustices walloped upon NSFW in the form of a deftly wielded steel chair, the New Yorker was so furious she could have spat napalm. “I’m gonna get ‘im back for us, buddy. I’m gonna get ‘im fuckin’ good. I got half a mind to drag my fuckin’ carcass out to the garage and cut his goddamn brake lines.” She’d like to say that she wasn’t serious about that. But honestly, she didn’t know. “At least your friend won.” “Yeah… yeah she did, didn’t she? Heh. Guess tonight hasn’t been a total fuckin’ bust. I mean, I guess we won too. Don’t really feel like it though.” She sighed, fists unclenching slightly. “And she’s not just my friend, you know. She likes you. Kinda makes her our friend, I think.” There was a knock at the door. Mike huffed a bit. She wanted to tell whoever it was to beat it, but there was a chance it could be the doc. Or even their newly victorious and always charming Ms. Natalie Young, whose presence was always welcome. She decided to chance it- “C’mon in!” -and immediately regretted her decision as NSFW’s least favorite backstage interviewer slunk into the trainer’s room, cheezy mustache and all with a cameraman in tow. Mike rolled her eyes. “Ugh. What do you want, Heart? Ain’t in the mood for bullshittery.” Ace turned towards the camera, not even acknowledging Mike’s shot across the bow. “Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Pepper presents an EWC.com exclusive. We are moments after Monday Night Brawl’s exciting conclusion but many people are talking about the heinous attack perpetrated by Robert Garcia and Morgan Darkwater on...” He stepped aside to reveal Church and McGuire. “NSFW. Bishop Church? What happened -- nevermind. McGuire, what happened out there tonight?” “What happened? I’ll tell you what the fuck happened. Rob Garcia signed his goddamn death warrant, that’s what the fuck happened. And you’re next on the list if you don’t apologize. Now.” She gave him a look that could only be described as borderline homicidal. “Apologize for what?” “For blowing off my fucking partner, asshole. I’m fucking serious. Apologize or neither of us is saying another fuckng word to you ever again until the fucking apocalypse, and you’ll just look like some pornstached joker holding his mic in one hand and his dick in the other. Apologize.” John looked at her with a soft expression. “It’s … okay. He just --” “No. It’s not fucking okay, Church. It hasn’t been fucking okay from the goddamn get go. As long as I’ve been here, this fuck with glorified nose hair extensions has been treating you like dirt. And I am fucking sick of it. Hey, Heart. You every wonder why we fucking avoid you? Why you haven’t gotten any airplay from us for fucking weeks? Because you’re a fuckwit and we don’t want to talk to you, because of shit like this. Because of certain members of the journalism community, present company included, acting lower than mold on rat shit. Now. Apologize.” Mike’s jaw ticked. Were she psychic, her glare might have made the journalist’s head explode. For whatever reason, the camera now zoomed in on the interviewer’s reaction to this confrontation. He let out an exasperated sigh and mumbled. “I’m sorry.” “What was that? People in the fucking cheap seats didn’t hear you. I’m not playing here, douchebag. Apologize. Fuckin’ audible-like. And not to me- to him.” Ace looked directly at Bishop Church. There was a few more seconds of dead air before Ace finally clearly stated. “I’m sorry … for uh, how I acted when you first got here.” More silence. John looked to Mike and nodded slightly. “Right. He accepts your apology so I guess I fucking do too. Now. Ask your little questions. But don’t ask me, ask my partner. We’re a goddamn team, his input’s just’s valid as mine.” “Bishop Church. First, uh, congratulations on becoming television champion.” John stared at Ace blankly. “So rough night, huh?” “You know what, Mike? Why would they do this to us? What did we ever do to them?” Mike sighed, her expression softening a bit. She turns her gaze away from Ace and toward her partner, shaking her head a little. “Because Rob Garcia is a fucking waste of meat and breath. He’s a waste, and he’s fucking scared of us. He knows it’s a matter of time. So instead of training and preparing and, y’know, acting like an actual fucking competitor, he tries to lay us out early. We didn’t do shit to him. But that don’t matter at all to people like that.” She takes a breath in, exhaling it in another hiss. “Darkwater’s a piece of shit too. He may not’ve participated in the shit with the chairs, but he walloped us outta nowhere beforehand, an’ if he didn’t like what Garcia did he sure’s fuck didn’t help. Don’t get him off the hook none, inaction makes him just’s fuckin’ guilty.” “So despite all of this, I’ve gotten word from Dr. Hiro Lee that you have both been cleared for action next week for Monday Night Brawl in Milan, Italy. This is just one week before Bishop Church defends his Television Title against Orianna Johnson at Scars and Stripes. You two are in tag team action.” “Against who?” “Yeah, who? We get our title shot? Or maybe just another crack at those limpdicks? Ooooh, I can’t fuckin’ WAIT to get my hands on them. No more Mr. Nice Guy, I’m gonna fuck ‘em both up good.” Ace shook his head. “The match you two were victorious in was not officially sanctioned as a #1 contendership bout for the tag team championships. NSFW takes on up and coming tag team: Donkey Punch.” John looked up towards the tiles on the ceiling, “Oh. Okay.” “...you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Donkey Punch. DONKEY PUNCH. DONKEY. FUCKING. PUNCH.” “Yes. Danny and Donny Madison. They’re your opponents.” “THEY’RE PIECES OF SHIT AND YOU KNOW IT.” “They seem nice.” “Donkey Punch and NSFW have both been victims of Rob Garcia’s reign of terror.” “Oh. Oh. Heart. Just when we were starting to fucking get along. Don’t you EVER compare us to that pair of idiots. EV-VER. This is a goddamn insult. I mean, you can’t possibly fucking think they’re even in the same league as us. They ain’t even playing the same fucking SPORT.” Her nails dug into her palms again, temper beginning to seethe. John looked the camera directly with a nervous expression before returning his gaze at Mike. “They have been teaming for quite some time. They, uh, put up a good fight against Mucho Grande. I’m sorry I guess I’m not in the mood to exclaim that.” “Bud, I really hate to disagree with you, but they kinda really didn’t. They got fuckin’ annihilated in three goddamn minutes. I mean, shit, some poor guy probably got up to get fucking chips and missed the whole fuckin’ thing.” “They gave it a good try, I guess.” Ace Heart piped in, “Win withstanding, I’d say that the Donkey Punch and NSFW are on the same level.” “And I’d say you ate paint chips as a child. We are serious fucking competitors. We know how to have a good time but we fucking love this business. We’re dedicated to it. We work our fucking asses off. What do they do? Derp around, pick and eat their own fucking boogers, and make fart jokes? Do they even have two fucking brain cells between them to rub together? This isn’t a goddamn game. This. Is NOT. A stupid fucking tiddlywink-ass game.” She bared her teeth, snarling. She looked like she might leap at Ace and tear out his jugular if provoked much further. “I used to play tiddlywinks when I was a boy.” She exhaled again, a bit of a fond chuckle escaping her. She had to hand it to her partner- he had an almost uncanny way of cooling her temper. She could be the angriest she could possibly be, and just a few words from him would de-escalate things. How he did it she had no idea, but it was damn effective. “Seems like…” Ace hesitated but maybe misunderstood Church’s level gaze at Mike. “Seems like he would fit right in with them.” And wouldn’t you know it, whatever calming effect that Church had on Mike was instantly undone. Mike’s emerald glare flared back up in all its fury, face twisted into something that could only be described as genuine, full-throated hatred. “Get out.” She lifted the ice packs- about two-thirds melted by now- off of her back and began to throw them, one by one, at the interviewer. “GET OUT! YOU FUCKING TURDMUNCHER! FUCK YOU!” The ice pack smacks right into Ace’s forehead and then lands at his feet. The other two sailed over his head. He looks as if he was about to retort in kind but he regained his composure with an adjustment of his collar.“You’re a nasty woman sometimes, Mike McGuire.” At this moment, John stood up from his chair. He loomed over Ace Heart. “Please leave.” His tone left nothing to interpretation. “You got your soundbytes. My partner politely -- well, no, she asked you to leave. I am asking you to leave. Mike isn’t in a good mood. You want to prod and prod to get reactions for your reels. That’s over. Fine. We’re facing the Madison brothers. And they’re a little unorthodox. Mike believes we should be in line for a shot at the tag team championships and I am inclined to agree with her on that sentiment. If the new management team wants to see NSFW roll in the mud - then so be it.” John stepped forward, forcing Ace into the doorway. “Now get out.” Outside the doorway now. “Alright, bud. I get it, just one more--” John slammed the door in Ace’s face. Interview over. Trembling, Mike grabbed a small pillow- given the setting, probably meant more for support than comfort- and slammed her face into it, her enraged screams sufficiently muffled as not to spread outside the confines of the makeshift infirmary. She really wanted to put her fist through something. Or someone. She was so angry and frustrated and hurt, but anything she really wanted to do was either pointless or illegal. Anything but this. So she kept screaming until she ran out of breath, and only then did she come up for air, panting. “...I hate everyone. Everybody but you. And Natalie. Everyone else can fuck off and die.” “You don’t mean that.” John leaned back on the door to the hallway, “All the wonderful people we met in the last few days. They were so friendly. The old woman. She invited us into her home. For some reason. I think she said I was her son. But her? No, I don’t believe you, Mike.” “Eh, you’re right, I don’t mean it.” She took a few deep breaths, wincing a bit as her back throbbed. “It just pisses me off so bad I can’t see stuff like that sometimes. So many shitty people crop up that I start forgetting that not everyone that isn’t us is like that. And it sucks because I WANT the world to be, y’know, not awful. Not indicative of the fuckin’ loudmouth minority.” “She made us eat that weird soup. What was it?” “Borcht, I think? The beet stuff served cold? Dunno if I liked it or not. Those jam blintzes were fuckin’ great though.” And then he whispered, despite them being alone in this room, “I may have indulged in one myself.” And Mike giggled, and whispered right back. “Don’t sweat it. I had like, five.” She sighed, again marvelling at how quickly her mood had cooled. Before now, before all this, it’d taken her hours or even days to truly calm down if something got her this hot. “Hey. Maybe this won’t be so bad. At least we get a trip to Italy out of it. And that is gonna be the trip of a lifetime. Rome, Venice, fine fuckin’ art, culture, and every fuckin’ delicious thing you can imagine. It’ll be good, even if we DO have to fight fuckin’ Donkey Punch.” She tapped her chin, and then nodded, giving her partner a pat on the shoulder. “Yeah. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

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