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turtlemagnum · 4 months

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there's this online recreation of the sans fight that i played religiously back in middle school before i even owned a device capable of running undertale, still up. i got good enough at it that under normal circumstances, i can usually do it first try. a bit of a banging my head against a brick wall thing, but damn did it eventually break. honestly i think doing that before ever actually playing undertale was a bit like goku training in 100x gravity, except instead of landing on namek to fight frieza he went and fought raditz again and just absolutely wrecked his shit. at least, until i got to undyne, still not great at her. god i love her. adhd, getting distracted, i had a goddamn point i was trying to make. so, notice that i said "under normal circumstances" as a caveat. what i would consider not normal circumstances would be, say, playing with fucked up arrow keys. such as, the ones that seem to be on every goddamn modern laptop where up and down are both collectively taking up the same amount of real estate as a single normal key, because apparently right shift needs that extra fucking space. like seriously who the fuck even uses right shift, top 10 useless keys right there, right next to caps lock and most of the function keys. guess i've just gotta suck it up until i can afford to get an actual gamer laptop and not a budget office clunker that i got for the admittedly nice CPU

honestly like, i think my ideal laptop would be halfway between the Ultra Gucci Gamer shit and what i have now. give me like, 16 gigs of RAM, a decent CPU for emulation, a low end but modern and power efficient discrete GPU, and a big fuckin SSD. no RGB shit, just a power waste, though i do like having backlit keys at times i think the more efficient way to go about it would just paint em with something glow in the dark. is glowstick fluid toxic to get your hands on? i remember hearing about a guy who died because he injected that shit at a rave, but i don't know how much of that is This Shit Is Poison vs Dont Put Things That Arent Blood In Your Blood Sacks You Moron, y'know. for some reason radium popped into my head, but after thinking about it for more than an instant i'm like 85% sure that shit's what done killed marie curie, and now i can't help but imagine that's something elon musk would tell his engineers to do. "yeah. just a, uh, gamer key-board. with, radium paint on the lettering. saves power, good for the planet." what was i saying

anyways yeah like. the only other specs i can think of would be just having as many ports as possible, 1080p screen @ 60hz, y'know the bare minimum in Current Year. i will say that my current laptop has given me problems with screens i've never had on a computer before, there have been times where i see something i know for a fact is a different, more saturated color on other screens and having it be barely different from the background. also? i want that motherfucker bulky god dammit, i'm tired of everything being thin and light and having absolute dogshit battery life. i miss when i could charge my gameboy once a week and have it entertain me the entire goddamn time, y'know. i'm lucky if i get half a day of consistent use out of a laptop or my switch without charging it, y'know. to be honest, you should be able to murder someone with your technology. i could kill a man with a gamecube or the PC my dad left me as a kid, if i tried to bash a man's skull open with my laptop the laptop would take more damage than the skull. like don't get me wrong, it'd fucking hurt, but i'm not sure there's any singular component in this thing less than 95% cheap polymer by volume. a goddamn disgrace, lemme tells ya. back in ancient rome we had the technology to build bridges strong enough to still be used today, there are guns from the world wars that you can shoot to this day, you're tellin me you can't make a laptop sturdier than a saltine cracker? well, i'm pretty sure they're mostly designed by crackers, so i guess i can't blame em too hard for their inadequacies. such is lief i suppose (sic)

#i feel like i get my most stream-of-consciousness-y when i'm some degree of sleep deprived #my sleep schedule is in a bit of what we in the biz like to call a transitory period. absolutely wretched livin like this lemme tell ya

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the-acid-pear · 3 years

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I did my homework and i did my chores, time to tackle on the third book of this series, Son of Ogre

Chapter 1

Okay but the fuck is Baki planning to do if he stops fighting? That's literally all he has, he's not smart

WOOH THATS A BIT REALISTIC

PREHISTORIC ELEPHANT?!

King just went to have a snack. Also FUCK does that meat look tasty FUCKKK

This baby so cute 🥺

I'm so glad Yuji is doing stupid hilarious shit again it had been a while

Congrats on Baki for that mantis

Chapter 2

Who tf is this kid?

Poor kid lmao, i assume he will meet Baki

Look at my boyyy

HSTSRFAYDF DON'T CALL HIM A MANLET

Imagine Baki actually kills this kid HSJDYSSHCBT

Third comment with a ton of likes is "we do not condone child violence. We do, however, find it hilarious"

Chapter 3

AH SHUT UPPP KIDDO

But i like Baki memeing a round a lil

Chapter 4

🥺🥺 that's so sweet...

HELLOOOO STRYDUM MY GOD YOUR TITS GOT FATTER SIR 😳😳

Yujiro is such a fucking threat to society lmao

I love seeing Baki with his eyes open, he's looking more like his old self

Oh, shadow boxing incoming, alright

Chapter 5

Yuri? 🥺 /j

THE RETURN OF IRON MICHAEL?!

Chapter 6

I love how there's our silly little mains after every cover LUV em <33

Baki just dissociating his ass out and using it on his favor, the king

Why is Baki eating sour prunes aren't those meant to be sweet?

We all salivating

Chapter 7

Love to see there are even more swears there now

I can put my face next to my foot too tho

FAGDRJSEHARD YUJIRO CAN BEAT THE CANCER HOW ICONIC 😍

Also i would LOVE to see Yuji fight an Orca

WHAT?!

I love how everyone in the comments is calling out Rumina for not seeing issue going down to a dark hidden basement with a shirtless man older than him

Chapter 8

"piggy back me" USHSYFLFUDSY

This fight is going to be good

Chapter 9

Imagine Baki dies right here right know against an imaginary mantis lmao

Okay Baki getting damaged makes sense but the WALL?

Baki's dead (GOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE SAID THAT)

Ffs it's true Baki COULD create himself a stand 😰

Chapter 10

OH FUCK IT'S TRUE

Chapter 11

This fight is so boring i had to take a 6 hour break

Baki just can't win against nature eh

This reminds me of Garland pulling a suplex on that Anaconda

Chapter 12

I can't wait for the main cast to ACTUALLY appear, instead of just, you know, them in the covers

This fight is slow but cool but slow

To fight a mantis you must think like a mantis 😎

Though it's true in this manga you will most likely win if you steal your opponent techniques so

Chapter 13

I MISS IGARI FUCKKK

This is so dumb i luv it

That mantis be swearing lmao

Love it when Baki goes full Yujiro

Chapter 14

TOBA...

Holy fuck do mantis fly?

Secret Chapter?

Is this how Yujiro got born?

Idk girl i would have killed him if i was you

WHAT.

I KNOW THOSE FROGS THEY ARE FROM PUERTO RICO I THINK

I might just be sleepy but this is so confusing

AKSHSKGSKSGSJSG JUST KILL THE BABY IT AINT THAT HARD

Chapter 15

GAIA...

Why is he like this?

Is "he" with us right now?

...gotta admit that IS true...

I love Strydum sksgwhwg

Yujiro really went XD

I don't think my man Arun in the comments is aware how gay what he said is, though maybe I'm wrong

Chapter 16

GOD THESE FUCKING COVERS MAKING ME SO NOSTALGIC, LOOK AT SPEC!

ANIME KENNEDY?!

I can't believe Bush is dead

AN ASIAN BOY HAS JUST KIDNAPPED THE PRESIDENT...

8 of January? My god he's a Capricorn

I'm sorry, what?

LAHQIGWKQFWKSFWIWG 😭😭

I love Baki so much, THIS IS THE KID THAT I MISSED SO MUCH

This explains why Baki was in prison clothes in the anime teaser

Chapter 17

BIG NUMBER

That one mf like 😐

Glad Baki is 18 now at least 😌

Love to see Oliva back

Chapter 18

This page not even bothering to charge the pages anymore

I'm sure there were better ways to go to jail, well, actually, no, but still

Toba used to just chew that off

Baki did that mantis hit you in the head too hard?

I. I watched way too many prison movies and shows. I don't like seeing someone as young and pretty as Baki in such a place. I rlly don't.

Chapter 19

Yanagi baby i miss you...

IRON MICHAEL?!

Mfkhsjsys 😳🥴

Eh got my hopes too high

CHE BAKI PIBE... LA PUTA MADRE NI ACA ME ESCAPO DE MIS COMPATRIOTAS

I hope he swears too i want to see a boludo o pelotudo PLEASE

I mean para pelotudos lo veo a Yujiro todo el tiempo pero igual JSGWKEGWG me pone bien argento ver al Che carajo

Chapter 20

HE SAID BOLUDO SUAHWKWGAKSGSKSGSKGD

I can't take this omfg new fav I'm sorry Doppo but he just said boludo 😭

Pendejo is more used as pibe here but i will let it pass bc idk the lingo in Cuba and he spent some time there so

Why don't i speak like this too ffs? All i do is say eh and call it a day

He's cocky enough to call anybody any age pibe so I'll let that pass too

Por favor no lo hagas che sksgwj

Chapter 21

Che, pibe, it's a good day to die...

Chapter 22

GSHAGSTSG he should have said "no boludo"

I'm falling in love with this boludo myself

That's talented and brutal

OH RIGHT YOU LOSE YOUR BALANCE WHEN YOU DONT HAVE THAT

Chapter 23

Hm that's, cringe

YESSS HE SAID PELOTUDO

OAHWLGWKQFSKSGSJS SIII ROMPELO TODO CHE, ROMPELO TODO POR DECIRTE YANKEE KSGSSJGS

Honestly i too get pissed off when called American or European, though i won't throw shit to Baki, he's some random 18 yo japanese boy, no way he would recognize latinoamerican lingo lmao

King shit Baki boy

Chapter 24

Oh that's why he's called Jun Guevara, that's fair

I like how they are mixing a bit of truth and a bit of lie it's fun at least

Chapter 25

I like how they are drawing nipples now, occasionally

I can't wait for Viêt to complain about propaganda in the comments

OH SHIT

😳 :Y

He's sooo nice 😍

Chapter 26

Only three? You mean the third is... 👁️👁️

HAHA YEAH YUJI-CHAN <3

I can't believe he works for the USA I'm crying and shaking rn

What a progressive manga, the three strongest and most dangerous men and none of them are white 😍

GET HIS ASS BAKI

Chapter 27

Why is this guy sweating sm?

LDYDYSUGFUDT BAKI PLS

I like how the only time Baki was willing to kill a person was when he thought Sikorsky had hurt his girl

Chapter 28

I feel like Ian will die

Man i love how Baki is drawn in this book

Ffs i called it, i have watched way too many prison things to know how shit goes down

I have seen these three before in fanart but I'm curious to see what they can do

Chapter 29

Their faces remind me of Doyle

OH I CANT WAIT TO SEE EM IN THE ANIME

ASSHOLE DON'T CALL ME STUPID 😢💔

I'm gonna struggle to tell em apart but i think I'll manage

Okay I'm not the only one who thinks they look like Doyle, fair

Chapter 30

The mouth vs Yujiro when?

Someone mentioned the have the same vibe as the dudes that worked with Gaia and like 👁️👁️

Chapter 31

Lmao someone in the comments recommended the same thing

These three must be great at sex (sorry)

KSHALDHDKD NEW FAV COMMENT: "go to Japan and look for the word "defeat". That way you won't feel cocky anymore"

Chapter 32

Hehe hello Junnn~

KSHAKDHKWGS

La luna

Chapter 33

LOS TRES...

Okay that's funny, hocico instead of mouth (hocico is used for animal mouths)

I'm so glad i know Spanish

The two things that drive me insane and make me ramble are Doppo's beauty and this stupid argentinian

OSHSKWGSKSG

Chapter 34

Imagine he's doing that illusion thing Dorian did

With his own blood, that's so cool...

Hoho...!

I did that once when i had a terrible nose bleed, didn't go well

Chapter 35

This book is fucking boring NGL

"now that you got no more urine left in you"

AH.

GAHDYR LMAO

Chapter 36

HO THAT TITLE, PLEEEASE I NEED SOMETHING, ANYTHING, TO HAPPEN

HHH he kinda cute...

Oww :(

JDJSJFRGAJ

God piantao is an old word i had never heard it before

AND he took a piss.

LOCO NO SEAS HOMOFÓBICO NINGUNA MINA ACA ES MEJOR QUE ESTE PIBITO TE LO ASEGURO SKSGSKGSJAAGS

Se me cayó un ídolo y yo que le quería dar 😔

ÑSHWQLSGOSGDKW

Let's see if he lied to Baki about just liking eh /j

Chapter 37

I luv Oliva lol

AJSGSKSLAGHS BAKI SNAPPED

I too wonder where the fuck Kozue is

Chapter 38

LSHSLDGSLSGSIEG

He is jealous of what you two have, it's normal, el Che just rejected his love after all ;/

Oliva is a king

OH A HANKERCHIEF I THOUGHT THAT WAS UNDERWEAR SHSGS-

Oh shit Oliva is like 45?! He looked so young

Te fuiste a la mierda, Che, el chabón estaba siendo re bueno con vos

Baki is just dead

Chapter 39

I love how realistic Che's fear is, he's rather smart, though not this time

POOR GUY AJSGSWJW

I didn't realize Che said "what more, it may be a woman!" but to be fair they ARE in jail so

Chapter 40

I'm feeling kinda bad for him ngl

I feel happy for him tho 🥺

Bruh they added one page after the ending of some naked anime girl tf 😐

Chapter 41

These prisoners having fun is kinda sweet

YO INSANE

Bitches be complaining about Maria's looks are just jealous 🥰

Chapter 42

Damn she lorge

He loves fighting naked eh

Only valid person is the one saying Oliva deserves better treatment which tbh true

Chapter 43

Fun fact i wear my jacket like El Che too, unless it's too cold

El che with the hair lose is so cute bro,,,

Something something fingering joke

Sikorski could fold a coin too

I bet the bandana will break

Chapter 44

I would have just fallen on top of him, how is he gonna counter that, eh?

Oh that super fun to know!

Oh the good ol dirty technique, i have seen this one before!

Chapter 45

NOOO MARIA DON'T DO THIS TO HIM

This fight is super cool tho i love these two characters

Chapter 46

They just keep changing the rules i think Itagaki is just flexing at this point

LAAOSFKAGSKAGSKAF???

Baki wants his protagonism back

I'm getting pissed off they keep putting semi naked underaged girls at the end of every chapter 😐

Chapter 47

Bruh just realized, the mouth got so hyped as this new cool villain and they died in their first appearance 😭

His damn bandana...

#luly talks #i hit character limit already waaa :(#but I'm too into this to stop reading lol #btg #this saga is a bit boring but el che is funny :)#baki liveblog

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flappingdragon200 · 3 years

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Silva Bonding: Ch. 2 "The Deal" Pt. 1

Short chapter, but the next one i promise will be longer.)

{Summary}

Noelle arrives at the Silva Estate and makes a deal with her siblings. But she didn't expect to see something that she shouldn't have.

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Noelle remembered how she stormed out of her base, remembering the feeling she had when she did. She felt out of place, like she wasn't meant to be. This feeling was entirely new, and she didn't like it. No. She hated it.

It's ok... Maybe things will turn out good in the end... i just need more time...

Noelle thought as she walked down the streets. As she walked, she had gotten many glances and whispers. Some good, and some bad. She didn't care. No. She really didn't. She didn't pay attention to any of it and just kept walking.

Each short trembling step, each shaking breath, every thought, and each muscle seemed to tremble as she got closer to her home. Her throat was dry, she couldn't breath. She rubbed her neck hoping that it would calm the aching sensation... It didn't work. All she could do was hope for the best.

But everything seemed to stop when she arrived at the entrance of the Estate's, even time itself seemed to stop.

Noelle looked to the right and saw her own, horrendous home. And to the left she saw the Vermilion Estate. When she went over the the Vermilion's they were so soft and caring. Even the maids wore warm smiles and everything had a pleasant aura whenever she stayed there.

Then in front of her was the Kira house. She hasn't been in there, nor she ever wants to go in there. Who knows what she would engrave in her mind. Probably something utterly regretful...

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone walking up to her.

"Who are you and why are you here? Do you have anything to do?" A Magic Knight from The Crimson Lions walked up to her and asked with a face of concern.

She must be a new member... But does she even know who I am? I'm a Silva... Cant she see the silver hair..?

"I'm Noelle. I came here to discus something with my family. Let me through." Noelle said as she flipped her hair and looked the other women dead in the eye with a deadly glare.

"How do I know you aren't a poser? Your from the Black Bulls. Why would i let someone from the Black Bulls enter such places like these. Especially a poser like you." She said returning the glare to Noelle.

"I'm no poser. But what i can tell you is that your blind as a spider. And yes I'm from the black Bulls, what about that?" Noelle said shifting her weight to her other foot and her hand on her hip.

The women growled in return, and was bout to say something before she was interrupted.

"Rose. Let the poor girl go. She is a Silva. Did you mistake the hair for yellow?" A man came up from behind her wearing a Silver Eagles cloak holding her shoulder, "I'm sure if she's here to talk with her family it's for a good reason."

The women T'ched and walked away going back to her signed spot.

"I'm sorry about her. She's always like that. You can go ahead." The man smiled and lifted his arm to direct her to the Silva Estate. Then they soon stopped at the entrance door.

Noelle took a deep breath, Here I go..!

Noelle opened the pair of double doors and all her memories returned to her as she walked inside.

Noelle hadn't remembered that it looked like this before... Everything was clean as far as she could tell, not even a spec of dust was even noticeable. There was new furniture, new carpets, new floors, and even a new sent.

This sent was oddly foreign but yet so familiar to Noelle.

It smelled like... It smells... like...

Nozel..?

Noelle flinched at her brothers name being called into her mind randomly.

But something was off about the smell, it didn't smell like just him. It smelt like someone else was here.

I wonder... Who else is here other than the maids and my siblings..?

Noelle started to venture into the manor, seeing new paintings and new things being placed out in the halls and even in rooms.

She past by maids, and they greeted her by wave and smile, and she would always smile and wave back.

Noelle just kept walking and walking until the smell would get stronger. That is until she heard music coming form her right.

I shouldn't be nosy... I mean i have gotten trouble being nosy before... But a peek can't hurt can it..?

Noelle protested the pros and cons, of taking a little peek at what it was. But when the time came, her feet automatically decided for her.

She was now walking closer to the music. shaking of the possibilities. What if it was something she regretted, or something she would rather not see?

Her thoughts were yet again stopped as she arrived at another pair of double doors, and she was certain that the music was in there.

Noelle hesitated before she even opened the doors a small bit to sneak a peek inside. But at long last, her hands moved the doors and what she saw was unforgettable.

There she saw her big brother dancing to a slow song with his rival, wearing something she never knew he would wear.

Noelle couldn't believe her eyes, she blinked twice before deciding that what she was seeing was in fact, real.

"You know if we keep this going any longer, my legs are going to collapse. We've been like this for almost 2 hours, and I'm also getting tired of the same thing all the damn time." Her brother, Nozel said as he looked up to meet his rival's gaze, who had a smile on his face.

"You lost, now you have to do whatever i say for a week." His rival, Fuegoleon, said with a chuckle following, "Even if you dont want to or not, and besides. You were never going to win in a match against me." He finished.

"You know..." Her brother sighed before continuing, " I should have challenged you to a game of poker. I would have won. And i'd also have more money on my behalf." He looked up and smiled, and Fuegoleon dipped Nozel and... and...

MY BROTHER IS GAY?!?!?!?!?!?!

Chapter 2, Pt.1. End...

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firelxdykatara · 4 years

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hello!! i just wanted to ask- i wanna do an ouat rewatch bc CAPTAIN SWANN but its pretty long and i honestly dont care for the other characters/how badly the overall writing was handled.. which are your favourite captain swan eps? anything them centered and i think ill just skip around to rewatch their romance as they did invent romance 😭😭 ty in advance <3

they absolutely did invent romance, you are right about that and i love them so much

UHMMMM as far as my favorite CS eps, here’s a roadmap of what I personally consider key eps in their journey (some of this is from memory but I haven’t done a full rewatch in a while so i’m going through the episode list as a refresher)

2x06: Tallahassee--this is a must-watch ep for any CS fan, and I really think this is the episode that sparked the fire that CS would become as a fandom. It has everything--flirtatious banter, all kinds of tension, deliberate parallels drawn between Emma and Killian’s pasts, as well as their first meeting being intercut with her relationship with Neal (which serves, especially in hindsight, to highlight just how sketchy that relationship was, and why she couldn’t bring herself to trust Killian--because the last time she felt this way about anyone, it ended horribly)

2x08 and 2x09: Into the Deep and Queen of Hearts--these episodes cover the race to the portal between Emma&co and Hook/Cora and while they don’t do a ton for CS as a relationship since they’re still enemies at this point, it lays great foundation for their future relationship development. Plus, sexy swordfight, Hook going out of his way to save Aurora’s heart--he may be a pirate, but he has standards ok--and Emma realizing Cora can’t remove her heart without her permission? Poetic Cinema

2x11: The Outsider--more of a Killian-centric episode, it shows a lot of Killian at his worst but it’s necessary for his overall character arc and I genuinely love looking back and seeing just how far he managed to come, to the point of eventually even letting go of his (very understandable) grudge against Rumplestiltskin.

2x12: In the Name of the Brother--am I including this purely for Emma&Hook banter in the hospital, and Killian saying ‘hey beautiful’ when he’s lying on the road because he just got hit by a fucking car? You bet I am. Also, go to youtube and look up ‘ouat season two deleted scene jello’, because it’s beautiful and there was a tremendous outcry in the fandom when we realized it had been cut from the episode lmao (It’s also the episode that made me start shipping Frankenwolf, which I’m still sad never went anywhere, but they had a lot of potential and great chemistry.)

2x22: And Straight On Till Morning--A few of the episodes in between have some fun minor interactions and flashbacks (and I always approve of episodes where Killian gets one up on Rumple, so 2x15 is fun for me if i ignore all the Neal bits) but the finale is where we finally get a glimpse of who Killian could be beyond his need for revenge. He didn’t have to come back, he didn’t have to bring back the bean and help the town--but he did.

Season 3a: there’s a lot of really good stuff here for Hook and Emma that is interwoven between the A plots of other episodes. I think, as far as half-season arcs go, it’s one of the best (and everything after 4a bombed hard, but I digress) But there are a few episodes that stand out if you don’t want to watch the whole season. (I recommend starting with the premier though, it was a really solid season starter overall.)

3x05: Good Form--this is the culmination of David’s poisoned-by-dreamshade arc, and is also Peak Captain Charming Bromance. Hook not only keeping David’s secret, but doing everything he can to help save him??? Poetic cinema. It also provides some crucial Killian backstory, showing how he lost his brother to the very same dreamshade. Plus, the character development--Pan offers Killian a chance to escape the island with Emma if he kills David, and instead, he saves him, refusing the deal and damn the consequences. Also also? The first CS kiss which drove the fandom WILD.

3X06: Ariel--not only to I love OUaT’s take on Ariel, but this episode has the infamous Echo Cave scene, which involves a lot of feelsy confessions and Killian being the one to tell everyone that Neal is alive and helping Emma save him despite his own growing feelings for her.....IT’S JUST A LOT AND I LOVE IT.

3x07: Dark Hallow--oh man, I’d forgotten about this episode, but it has Killian and Neal fighting over Emma, which may sound eye-roll worthy, but Emma is allowed to tear them a new one about it and it’s one of the few times she’s allowed to actually???? put her own feelings first so I have to include it here on spec

3x11 and 3x12: Going Home and New York City Serenade--these mark the end of 3a and start of 3b respectively, and it has some amazing shit like Killian vowing never to forget Emma and Emma smiling as she replies, “Good.” And then she and Henry are in New York with their memories completely altered, but Killian shows up because Storybrooke is back and in jeopardy, and he helps Emma get back to her family and her home and, much later, Emma finds out he sold the Jolly Roger to be able to do it and it’s just. It’s beautiful ok.

3x17: The Jolly Roger--there’s honestly not a whole lot in the back half of season 3 (until the CS movie) but of course anything named for Hook is a must-watch, and this is where we get the iconic line I swear on Emma Swan--which is Killian saying he’s in love with her before he even realizes it. We also find out just what he did to Ariel, and his attempts to make amends are what lead to Zelena being able to curse him, so it’s great from a character perspective as well.

The next four episodes round out the end of the season, and there’s a lot of great stuff in them--Hook refusing to get Emma to kiss him, but Emma feeling like she can’t trust him because he didn’t tell her about the curse to begin with, and then kissing him anyway to save his life regardless of the consequences.... but the only ones that are absolutely necessary are the final two episodes.

They are colloquially termed ‘The Captain Swan Movie’ for a reason, after all.

Killian and Emma essentially have an entire Time Travel adventure all to themselves, where they accidentally ruin her parents first meeting and have to fix it so that she’ll even be born, Emma finally getting into the storybook, the pair of them dancing at a ball, Killian rushing to save Emma only for her to get out of the cell herself, because “The only one who saves me is me.” Killian saying “I would go to the ends of the world for her... or time.” Finally fixing the timeline and making it back to Storybrooke and Killian feeling like he doesn’t deserve a place at the table so he doesn’t go inside, but Emma comes out to him anyway and finds out he gave up the Jolly Roger for her, the true start to their relationship...... IM CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT I’M SORRY.

I personally really enjoyed 4a, the Frozen arc was one of the last good half-season arcs of the show, but a lot of people disliked it so it’s really up to interpretation. I don’t have as many Intense Opinions on this season (except hating almost everything about 4b and the queens of darkness arc), but I will say the episodes with good Killian/CS moments are 4x02 (Emma nearly freezes to death, Killian is desperate to save her, Captain Charming teamwork, my heart hurts), 4x04 (Emma asks Killian out on a real date, he tries to get his real hand back from Gold, things go massively awry and he winds up back under Gold’s thumb), 4x08 (Killian tries to save Emma from Gold’s plans), 4x11 (the 4a finale is just great in general), and then..... it cannot be overstated how much I hate season 4b, but 4x15 is the Killian-centric ep where his past with Ursula is revealed and he makes amends to her in order to get her to leave the QoD alliance and it’s great character stuff for him, and then there’s the season 4 finale.

Both parts are worth watching, if only because Deckhand Coward Hook still being a braver, more heroic man than ‘Hero Rumplestiltskin’ warms the very cockles of my heart, and of course the second part of the finale has him helping Henry to save Emma and it’s beautiful and also Emma watches him die for her and it is angsty as FUCK but gods I love it. Here’s where it gets tricky, though--my recommendation is, turn the episode off right after Emma finds Killian back in the present day of Storybrooke and they reunite.

Just turn off the episode there and skip right ahead to the s6 musical episode (Emma and Killian’s wedding ep) and pretend they got married and none of seasons 5 or 6 ever happened. >.> (Although I will say certain parts of the Underworld arc were incredibly feelsy despite how much I overall hated the season: 5x11 (the 5a finale, Killian as the dark one STILL being a better man than rumple, we love to see it), 5x15 (I am not immune to Brothers Jones feelings ok), 5x20 (emma literally takes a True Love Test trying to find a way to save killian, you don’t get more romantic than that--also Killian telling Emma to promise she won’t put her armor back up just because she lost him again??? my HEART), 5x21 (Hook does what he can from the Underworld anyway and zeus sends him back to Emma, they really just said ‘today I will invent romance’ and then Did That)

And then, yeah, just skip to the wedding. It’s beautiful, I enjoyed the music, personally, though I know musical episodes are hit or miss with most people. And if you turn it off when the last musical number starts (after the wedding ceremony, I believe) you can pretend it was the end of the show! =DDD

.....Oh my god I just rambled for years. I HOPE YOU FIND THIS USEFUL, ANON. I 100% support a CS-centered rewatch, their episodes were consistently some of the best across the entire series, and they are truly one of my favorite romances of all time.

#ouat #captain swan #captain swan episode rec #asked #long post #Anonymous

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faangirl101 · 4 years

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Revolution pt2, spec ops guys x reader

PART 1 PART 3

Pairings: Alpha/tank x reader,Riot/reader

Warnings: Smut, pain

Authors note: since the first part was so short im just going to post this part right away! ps look at that pic, I KNOW HE PACKING

"I'm riot", his dreads bobbed when he raised his head to look at me. I was returned to the couch by Tank, who left shortly after. "Riot", i raised an eyebrow "Really? Riot and Tank?". He made a muffled noise which i suspected was a chuckle "we like to keep our identities hidden from the authorities". I let out a "oh" before trying on a smile "My name is y/n". Then i fell quiet. Had i hidden my identity? The previous hours seemed dimmed and blurry. We both sat still and silent, watching each others like preys and predators. Who was going to say something. It turned out to be riot. "You should take a shower and i can wash your clothes, get off all the cs particles", he let out an inviting hand which i had no other choice but to grab. I knew damn well i couldn't get up on my own. "I-i", i looked down at my feet "I hate to ask this but, but could you help me?". I promised that if he didn't still have his helmet on he would raise an eyebrow. "I can't stand on my own", i tried to ignore how close his body was "i dont think i'm capable of showering". He chuckled, probably directed at me and not with me "you want help?". I could feel a brush threatening "shut up". I joined the laugh creeping behind the mask as he somehow nodded "il help, no worries".

I was stripped down to my underwear, hands nervously fumbling with the last of my clothing. Riot was sitting on top of the toilet, leaned against the wall behind him. I felt his burning eyes stroking my body from behind his helmet. For a polite guy with manners he wasn't scared to let me know he was watching me in my privacy. "So", i needed to break the silent desperately "what do you look like under the mask?". He stood still, didn't move a muscle. I for a second thought he simply did not hear me but then he lifted both his huge hands and clicked the sides of the helmet. i could feel my heartbeat beating so hard i could've sworn i felt my ribs shattering. He slowly lifted the helmet revealing a handsome face. Dark mocha skin glistering in the sweat from the helmet. A well trimmed sculptured beard and a sudden hit of cologne was what i noticed first. Short after it was his caramel dark eyes moving up and down my body freely with no shame. Lips tucked in between cologne commercial worthy perl teeth. The thick dreads were tucked in a lazy pulled together ponytail at the low on his backhead.

Fuck, did he have to be that attractive. I was now more intimidated then before, but now for completely different reasons. This man? This ridiculously good looking man was going to help me shower. "Not what you thought i was going to look like?", he brought me back from my daydreams and i realized i had been silently watching him for too long. I quickly collected myself as i smiled embarrassed "to be honest, i don't even think i was expecting a human beneath". He chuckled and stood up with the helmet under his arm. "You can try to shower, call me if you need help", he turned his backside to me to finally give me the privacy i needed. Relieved i dragged of the last clothing protecting my "innocence" as i on dangerously shaky legs moved my way into the shower. After a few thoughtful seconds of figuring out the controls i turned the knob. Crystal clear warm water started to stroke down my bruised back. I moaned quietly, in a mix of pain and pleasure of finally getting the tear gas of my body. I watch the water return down the drain mixed with dirt and what i hope wasn't blood. I had to keep the hand on the side of the shower, similar to an old lady, to keep myself from losing grip of the ground. When i felt my body being remotely clean i reached out for the schampo but groaned in response. The pain aching in my shoulders kept me from rising my hand further then my hip. "You okay y/n?", hearing my name fall from his lips made a shudder go down my spine. I closed my eyes, cursing silently. This was so awkward. "Yes, sorry, could you help me?". I heard rumbling on the other side but when i heard the clasp of a belt the realisation clicked in. He was going to help me undressed. I wasn't exactly sure what i was expecting, but the thought of it made an excitement rush down my body. Another heartbeat starting beating, one i was desperate to keep calm. The shower drain was pulled to the side before i could cover my body. I kept my eyes on a strain, keeping them on his face. I needed to control myself. His body underneath the suit was huge as well. Everything on this man was huge. Fuckfuck. The heartbeat skipped a beat as a warmth startin radiating down my belly. Under control, right. I had to remind myself to keep myself from looking at it.

He seemed to have similar ideas as his eyes were only on mine, keeping themself from searching my body. "You needed help?", he asked as he took another step into the shower, shutting the curtain behind him. His frame took up most of the shower, forcing our bodies to be closer than i would've chosen. "Y-yes", i stuttered and gulped down the insecurities creeping up "i can't wash out my hair, my arms can barely move above my body". He nodded as if i had given him an order as he struck out his well sculpted arm. It moved over my head, reminding me once again of our height difference, and grabbed the shampoo bottle.I held my breath as he lowered his palms filled with glistering white schampo down into the roots of my hair. I kept myself from shivering when his fingertips touched my scalp. Slowly he started massaging it down into my wet hair and without really thinking about it i leaned into his touch. His fingertips were slipping between my strands of hair, over my sensitive skin. My mouth fell open in a O when he applied pressure, pushing all the right spots. When he brushed by an aching placed hidden behind my ear i let out a quiet whimper. I shot my eyes open in surprise to catch his reaction to my outburst. His eyelashes were heavy of waterdrops, and the eyes seemed darker than before. My mouth fell open on instinct once again when he pushed his tips against the same spot without missing a beat. This whimper was harder to hold back when he slipped multiple fingers over the same spot. It was like pulling a switch. Suddenly my hair was pulled back in a hard grip, angled up at his down leaned figure. He pressed his soft lips hard against mine. Desperately, i moaned into his touch. I moved my lips together with him, like it was rehearsed. His tongue slipped between my swollen lips, exploring my mouth like it was the best thing he ever tasted. He moved his angle, pushing me up the wet tile behind me. My lips wrapped around his wet strong tongue sucking teasley, a trick i learned in high school. He groaned in response, two of his hands slipping down the sides of my body. In the heat of the moment, he still took it slow and careful with my bruised body in mind. He looked at me for approval when he grasped my thighs and wrapped them around his hips. If i shifted my hips the slightest i would feel his member, but i fought the urge. Instead i wrapped my arms, the best i could without hurting them, around his neck. We seperated, catching our breaths. As i tried my best to regain control he started mouthing down the skin on my throat. I leaned back against the tile, giving him more access which he gladly took. He left hickeys and bite marks in the path up to my mouth again. Our tongues started dancing again and i enjoyed the hint of toothpaste and whiskey stinging in his breath. I didn't catch him slowly putting me down until i felt the familiar cold wet hard floor beneath me. I broke our kiss to look at him, puzzled at his actions. He scanned my body like if i was a work of art which made my insides scorching hot. His long finger was wrapped lazily around my neck, letting his thumb follow the marks he left. He then lost all contact with my body which i whined in response. I saw him holding his serious demander and holding back the smile twitching in the corner of his full lips. "Turn around", he muttered underneath his breath as he swiped his own lip with the tip of his thumb. Breathless, pacing over what his next move was, i obligated. I placed my hands on the tile, closing my eyes. I heard him moving behind me, inspecting my new position. I felt his burning hot eyes on my backside before he finally took a step forward. I let out a embarrassing moan when i felt his hot and heavy member pressed up against my cheeks. He quickly wrapped a hand around my mouth but not applying pressure. A warning more then a threat. "You have to keep quiet or Tank is going to hear", he whispered in my ear as his hot breath against my neck lifted the hairs on my arms. His words made another shock of excitement go through my body. I nipped at the inside of his hand, not bothering to answer.

The hand that wasn't clamped over my mouth moved down my spine. His finger stroked the skin, getting closer and closer to where i wanted him. As if to motion him lower i arched my back, pressing my ass hard against his member. He growled and bucked up between my cheeks. His hand slipped between our bodies, distancing his cock from my pounding heat. I tensed up when his fingers brushed against the rim of my hole before he moved down. His ring and middle finger slowly stroked between my wet lips stopping right before my clitoris before moving back. "Riot", i whispered with closed eyes against his hand. "Hmm?", he was mocking me, his breath heavy next to my shivering shoulder. He now completely stopped touching my pussy and dragged it to my inside thighs instead. He prickled lightly over the skin, up and down. So close yet so far.

Pissed off, at his constant teasing i moved my hand backwards and found his member. I gripped the base tightly in which he hissed. "Good boy", i teased back as I moved my head just enough to suck down three fingers from the hand covering my mouth. "Shut up", he muttered and grasped the hand around him and placed it on the small of my back. But, he kept the fingers in my mouth, figuring it would keep me quiet. He finally moved his fingers back into my second heartbeat and started slowly moving the tips in circles. I whined around his finger in appreciation, and sucked down harder. "Fuck", he muttered before slipping a finger inside. I clamped down on it, happy to finally be filled with anything. "Fuck", he repeated, louder as he moved his finger in a painfully slow rhythm. "Riot", i moaned out, bucking back at his finger "if you don't go faster i will go and fuck Tank instead".

Apparently, a sensitive spot. He growled deep in his throat as he added another finger and started slamming them hard into me. His fingertips brushed against a good spot and my head fell back onto his shoulder. He dragged the fingers out of my mouth with a pop, and let them go down to rub my clit in a forceful pace. Now, filled with two huge fingers and a fast rate i was gasping low down in my throat. "Quiet", he whispered before biting down my neck. It was the final strike. I let out a breathless scream, so deep in my dry throat nothing came out. Ecstasy filled to the brim in every nerv as my walls contracted down onto his fingers which returned to a sloppy rate. The steam set ceiling become smattered with white stars. He rides out my orgasm, until my knees went weak. If i could barely stand before, it was damn near impossible now. "Okay baby", he smattered kisses down the bite marks on my neck "let me take care of you".

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nightmaretyrantvantas · 5 years

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Wont you let me take you to the other side?- A dark sides au intrulogical story

okaaaaaay I got hit with alot of inspiration for this one! I was listening to the song The Other Side from The Greatest Showman ( and had @softmushie ‘s animatic of the song on repeat for like an hour its so good) and as I was listening I started thinking and suddenly this song fit these two perfectly for this au.

A bit of context: Remus is pretty damn tired of the light sides and his brother always taking things from him and virgil and the other dark sides and decides that they need a taste of their own medicine, and he knows EXACTLY what to do to do it~

I hope you guys enjoy, I had alot of fun doing this and there will be a corresponding picture being drawn( since I dont have the tools to make animatics- theres an animatic in this that im just writing out at this point) So if this comes off as a song fic thats part of the plan

Anyway enjoy!!

Warnings: Crude language, cursing, remus being remus, unsympathetic sides(all sides not just one, depends on whose side youre viewing the conflict from) Sympathetic dark sides, Sexual implications and innuendos somewhere

Logan would pride himself on being many things, such as prepared for almost any situation. He was rational, logic, level-headedness, problem solver, calm. He was prepared for many things thrown at the sides and at Thomas.

He knew how to calmly ease Deceit’s insecurities about his new role. He knew how to reel back Roman from going overboard and exhausting himself before he can expand on any one idea. He knew how to calm Patton down when and urge him to talk before he bottled up too much negativity. He would even risk saying he could keep the dark sides from causing too much mayhem, as difficult as they could make themselves. Logan was efficient and orderly, and he tried to keep most of the mindscape, and Thomas, the same way despite any roadblocks or shenanigans.

Despite this he was not prepared for everything that could happen, which is what landed him in his current predicament.

Logan’s head throbbed lightly as he pried his eyes open, as if he had a headache or had been hit hard over the head with something heavy. When he had gathered his bearings he looked up to find himself in a dark space shrouded in black, sitting at the end up a sleek dark table. A glance down showed him he was not restrained in any visible way, and he could get up and leave if he so wanted. But where he would be leaving was unclear, and he stayed seated as he thought back to what happened and how he would’ve gotten here. ‘ Lets see....we were brainstorming another video idea...I was with Roman...we were bickering over an idea of his and the actuality of Thomas being able to pull it off in a timely matter or if we should go with something else...it was a bit of a stalemate so to speak...and then Roman yelled something about behind me...and then I saw a glimpse of green...and then...The last thing I can remember seeing was--’

“ Remus.” He said firmly. Thats when he heard a familiar laugh at the other end of the table.

“ You called Logan darling~?” Logan sighed and briefly pinched the bridge of his nose to maintain his composure before reopening his eyes and locking them with the wild, glowing green eyes of the side across from him.

Remus was sitting at the other side of the table with his chair tilted back in a precarious balancing act and a wide grin on his face that reeked of bad intentions...or maybe that was just Remus in general. Logan sat himself up straighter in his chair and sighed.

“ Remus would you please explain where we are, and why you felt the need to knock me out to bring me here.” Remus only shrugged at first, tapping freshly painted black nails on the desk where he could reach. Despite the casual feel to his movements his eyes were unusually sharp and focused, trapping Logan in their grip. He couldnt help the irritated huff he gave, and he tapped his foot a little.

“ Remus please, I’m not in the mood for these games of yours right now. Wheres the exit.” All he got back was an amused hum and the thud of his chair remeeting the floor and the creak as the other leaned towards him.

“ oh ho ho~ No games today Lo-lo not this time...This time I’d like to put an offer for you out on the table.” He gave a grand sweep gesture over the table and grinned, eyes glittering with something Logan recognized somewhere else. Stubborn-ness, determination.

He saw it in Roman’s eyes far too often to mistake it.

“ An...offer? Remus...what are you talking about?” Remus seemed to wave off his clear suspicion and continued his pitch, voice enthusiastic and honest.

“ Cmon lo! I dont want to have to keep chasing you down for it...but I know you see it too. Drop the stuffy ties with those light side pricks and try running with me.” Logan was stunned, too stunned to reply at first. And Remus took that opportunity to keep going.

“ You can run with me, and I can cut you free from them and all the burdens they keep piling on. Out of all that drudgery and the walls that are keeping you in!” He leaned forward more, palms flat on the table as he stood from his chair.

“ Lets trade that boring typical for something different, something colorful! And if its bad or crazy? Fuck it lets live a little crazy!” Logan only had time to blink before Remus was standing beside him, leaning close.

“ You can play it sensible, their king of the conventional. Or you can risk it all and see...dont you just wanna get away from this same old boooooooring part they make you play?” He felt Remus’s hand glid over his chest and shoulder as he circled around the chair, another grand gesture made with his other hand.

“ Because frankly specs, I got more of what you need! So just come with me and take the ride~ and I’ll take you to the other side! Because dont get me wrong...” Another blink and the other was seated directly in front of him on top of the table, one leg crossed over the other and his heeled boot lightly pressing on his thigh above his knee.

“ you can keep doing like you do...or you can do like me! You can stay in you boring little cage, or you can finally take the key...” A golden key dangled in his right hand tauntingly, as his other hand wrapped around Logan’s tie and pulled him up so their faces were close. He lowered his voice to a soften, smooth tone as his smiled curled into a small smirk.

“ Well damn, then suddenly youre free to fly....Just let me take you to the other side.”

Logan blinked, once then twice as he processed what was happening as quickly as he could. And once it had he almost let out a bit of a laugh. Remus was persuasive when he was passionate about something, Logan wouldnt deny him that. His words were urging and hypnotic, but that alone wouldnt make the logical side swoon. So he sighed through his nose and put his hand on the wrist holding his tie and met his eyes confidently.

“ Ok Remus, you want to...” cut me in” so to speak. You want me to join the dark sides with you correct? As...gilded and lovely as you make the offer to be...” He gently pushed his hand off and leaned back in his chair, straightening his tie with a calm, composed expression.

“ Well I hate to tell youm but it simply just wont happen. So I give you my thanks, but no. I think im good to go.” He gave a small smirk and stood from the chair and took a step away, casually dusting his shoulders off as he did.

“ Because despite what you say I quite enjoy the life you claim to say im trapped in. Not to completely disregard you now,” He glanced back, dark blue cutting into bright green as the table disappeared and left the two standing face to face in the darkness

“ Now, I’ll admit I do admire you, and this whole show you can do. Youre onto something Remus, really youre onto something I can say I’ll be proud of you for. But I have to stay among the light sides and rationality, and cannot afford to give in to recklessness. That, I’ll have to leave that up to you.” He chuckled softly with his words and stood up straighter, his smiling faded as he took a more serious approach, turning on his heels to walk away.

“ Dont you know that im ok with this “ uptown” part I get to play. Because there I got what I need and I dont wish to take your ride. So I dont need to see the other side.” He turned and began to walk, waving his hand to dismiss the idea away.

“ So you go back and do like you do, I’m well and good to do like me. I am not in some so called cage...so I dont need to take your key Remus. I believe you can see I’m doing just fine. I dont need you to take me to the other side.” Remus narrowed his eyes and let out his own sigh, watching his back with more seriousness.

“ Is that really how you like to spend your days? Wasted and in misery, locked in their rules and pretty plays?” Logan glanced back with a stern look.

“ If I were to be mixed up with you, I’d be the talk of the mindscape. I’d likely be disgraced and disowned, discarded as unfit for my role as logic.”

Logan had blinked once and suddenly he was swept off his feet and in a twirl. He let out a startled noise as Remus led him in a extravagant waltz, arms around him and keeping him close as the world around them melted and swirled into a luxurious and gothic ballroom hall, green candlelight flickering and glowing as they danced round and round. Here in his arms Logan realized for the first time that Remus was actually taller than him, and that the other could dance beautifully and elegantly while Logan stumbled along with him. Remus didnt seem to mind as he chuckled and led Logan round and round to music he couldve sworn floated at the edges of his hearing, something somber and sweet on the violin or piano maybe.

“ Cmon Logan dont you enjoy this? The freedom, the thrill?” Logan looked up again and opened his mouth to repeat his stance when Remus leaned close

“ You would finally get to live a little, finally laugh a little....just let me give you the freedom to dream and to breathe a little...” Another twirl and he spun Logan once like a princess before continuing their dance.

“ It’ll wake you up and cure all your aching, I’ll take all your walls and we’ll start ‘em breaking! Now to me that seems like a deal...a risk well worth taking~” He then spun Logan away from him, and the logical side found himself a little speechless as the scene morphed once more. Remus himself fell into a deep sweeping bow as he smiled, a bow worthy of a King’s presence. And for the one moment Logan realized he could feel the weight of a crown on his head, could see parts of the elegant and simple royal robes he was donning and the throne room he now stood at the head of, moonlight pouring in and giving it all an almost heavenly glow. His eyes met Remus’s once more, and he saw they were glittering in the moonlight, like green jewels. And all at once the moonlight faded and Remus pulled himself up. Logan briefly felt a hand slide sensually, longingly across his cheek as it grew darker, and as Remus’s voice grew softer.

“ But I guess I’ll leave that decision up to you Logan...”

He blinked and found himself standing in the hallway, right in front of his room, normal attire and Remus nowhere in sight. It was dark, most likely night now and he could feel Thomas sleeping.

He was back home...right?

Logan took a deep breath as quietly as he could and shook his head, trying to dismiss the whole ordeal as perhaps nothing but a vivid dream of sorts...He let his shoulders slump a little as he headed into his room to go work on some things before bed. But he stopped as his door clicked shut, eyes locked on the single thorny blue rose sitting in the center of his desk. He felt warmth flood his cheeks as his fingers brushed one of the silk soft petals. He caught a glimpse of a single lined note attached to the stem, the paper spotted with a couple suspicious red dots and curvy, messy handwriting.

‘ I’ll be waiting on your answer, you know where to find me once you do~ Until then darling’

aaaaaaaaaand tadaaaa! Its done!! I hope you guys like it!!

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go-dark-turtle · 4 years

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(There's a link to part 1 if you havent read it already.

Here we go part 2 is complete it was a real struggle as I kept getting distracted.🤣😂 Anyhoo heres part 2 it does contain mild swearing and a tiny bit of violence.

I didnt expect it to be this long. 0-0

Please enjoy and please let me know what you think.)

Free the Future

Kakyoin x fem reader fan fiction

Chapter 2: Beach House Blues

Kakyion's eyes had widened, it had been a while since he heard that name he sat up and slightly gasped, that damn cowboy caused so much trouble for the group, he nearly put Avdol out of commision and stole their car after dealing with Enya.

You then became breathless, your hands just barely gripping the steering wheel all those memories came flooding back to you, every last one of them, your vision went hazy and the tears formed in your eyes. You closed your eyes and shook your head to get rid of them, you lost grip of the steering wheel and you held your face in your hands.

"Y/N!" Kakyoin tried to get your attention, but it was no use.

Just then an oncoming truck was coming your way and because you lost your grip of the wheel your car was heading straight for it. Kakyoin had to act now and fast.

"Hierophant Green!" He called out his stand and he appeared beside him.

Then Hierophant Green started to unravel his lower body becoming a bunch of strong ropes, he nodded to his master knowing exactly what's at stake. The ropes quickly slithered down Kakyoin's legs and upwards towards the bottom of the wheel, gripping it tightly and at that moment and with such force Hierophant tugged with all his might. The car swiftly brushed the truck leaving a few scuffs on both indicator lights of the vehicles. Kakyion sighed in relief knowing that the vehicles did not collide and called back his stand.

You snapped back to reality and gasped with such a force you realised what happened, you grip the wheel once again and you slammed on the brakes. Shaking, you place your hands to your mouth and begin to let out a few tears. Kakyoin felt awful that his question led to you being so distraught. He turned to you and closed his eyes and brought you closer to his chest, pulling you in for a hug. His arm rested on your back as you buried your face into his chest, his other arm gently rubbed your head to calm you down. You held onto his jacket and softly cried into him.

"Shh it's okay Y/N. I'm so sorry I pressed you to talk when you weren't ready." Kakyoin softly spoke.

You couldn't even form a sentence but you nodded into his chest, then you took a deep breath and broke away from the hug, You looked forward and placed your hands on the wheel. He looked at you with his lavender orbs, feeling guilty, but mostly angry at that damn cowboy. He thought to himself how could such a horrible person cause you so much pain, he could see in the little time you've been with him that you were a kind and thoughtful person.

Thankfully the men in the back were still asleep and you started to drive again, Joseph took a wrong turn down a one way street and by the time you started to move again he caught up with you. Thank goodness you didn't have to explain to the others what had happened.

"We are almost there" You softly spoke "Just under this bridge we will be by the beach front." You gave a soft smile at Kakyion you felt calm again.

He smiled at you back and he glanced and saw the beautiful sight, a long open beach with crystal clear water shimmering in the sun's reflection. You indicated to the left after the bridge you stopped at the T- Junction and looked into the mirror and pointed left to tell Joseph to turn left now. You drove along the side of the road by the beach, with the sand brushing against your tires. There it was just in sight of the beach house, The Bombay Cottage.

You sighed with relief as you pulled up to the side of the beach house and parked your car, you waited for Joseph to park his car just in front of the steps of the beach house. You turn your attention to Kakyion and you place a hand on his shoulder and pat him a few times.

"Thank you for helping me back there, I don't know what would've happened if I didn't snap back to reality" You smile more.

He held your hand and smiled back softly "I'm just glad you are safe, but most importantly thank you for getting us here smoothly and safely"

You smile softly while looking at his warm smile but then you remember about the gents in the back. You then leaned passed him and tapped Avdol's knee to wake him up.

"Mr Avdol? Mr Avdol, we are here, wake up." You tapped him more to wake him up.

Avdol rubbed his eyes and gave a big yawn and stretched his arms and realised they had made it to the beach house. "Oh my goodness how long was I out for?"

Kakyion put up 2 fingers and smirked "2 hours."

Avdol blinked slowly "Hm that's a first for me, I'm normally awake on our car journeys, Y/N got to say your driving with so smooth you made this fortune teller drift off." He ended with his signature hearty laugh again.

Just then Joseph marched up to the back door of your car and swung it opened and pulled the still sleeping Polnareff out the seat.

"I saw that cheek you pulled earlier, how dare you!" Joseph gritted his teeth and he didn't forget about the Coca Cola bottles, Polnareff had a rude awakening and realised what he had done.

You all looked with a sheepish expression as you all exited the car and Polnareff clasped his hands and begged the older man forgiveness while in his grip. "No Mr Joestar, I'm sorry please dont hurt me, it was a joke I swear, come on we are friends, NOOOOOOOO!"

Polnareff wriggled and escaped his grip and ran around the back of the beach house and along the beach and Joseph chased him down. "Get back here!"

Jotaro joined you all on the porch and you quickly looked away from him and fumbled in your pocket for the keys, you unlocked the door and you smiled at the gents behind you.

"Welcome to the Bombay Cottage, this is one of many houses that my good friend of the family, Tamsin owns. To be honest this is my favourite from all the ones he owns." You sigh happily and you carried on "Here we have the porch there's a small bench so if you need a breather or a smoke then please use it as your hearts content." You open the door and hold it open for the men. "This is the main lobby" You point to the staircase "Upstairs are the bedrooms I'll show them shortly, oh through here," You carry on walking through the long hallway and reached three doors at the end of the path, "In here to the right is the living room, there's books, TV, radio and a gorgeous view of the beach to keep you entertained..." You open the door to show them the room and you see from the giant window Joseph and Polnareff rolling around in the sand trying to tickle each other.

"No stop, you know I'm ticklish!" Joseph tried to grab Polnareff

"Not as much as I am, NOO! Don't you dare!" Polnareff squealed as he gripped onto Joseph's arm.

Everyone else looking in the room had a deadpan expression and watched them trying to stand up but slipped on wet sand and fell face first.

Jotaro stood in front of you and moved you out the room with his chest and slammed the door behind him "Moving on, what's this room here?" He pointed to the door in the middle.

"Jotaro no need to be rude, sorry about him." Kakyoin gave his friend a disapproving shrug leaned in closer to you and whispered "He doesn't like silly antics, it pisses him off."

"Oh I see now" You look at Jotaro as he places his hands in his pocket and rolls his eyes at the loud screaming from the men outside. The wave came back to shore and soaked them completely.

"This is the downstairs bathroom." You open the door and show them a small bathroom, the toilet behind the door, the sink and shower on the far side of the small room. You close the door and then open the door to the left and show them an open planned kitchen with a dining table.

Avdol and Kakyion's eyes lit up in awe they had never seen such a fancy kitchen before you smile at their expressions and you lead them all back to the stairs in the main lobby, just then Joseph and Polnareff walked up the steps of the porch and opened the door and nearly stepped in the house completely drenched and covered in wet sand.

Avdol pointed at them and ushered them to the dune buggy "Don't you dare step foot in this lovely home. Come on." He led them to the buggy and got the suitcases out from both of the cars and rummaged about Joseph's and Polnareff's luggage and threw them a fresh set of clothes.

"You can get changed in the buggy, don't you dare bring a spec of sand into this home. Y/N has gone out her way for us, it's the least you can do." Avdol folded his arms and gave both his friends a serious look before smiling at them and giving a soft wave before joining you all upstairs. On his way back to the house he picked up the remaining suitcases and hauled them up the stairs.

You had finished showing Jotaro and Kakyion the guest bedrooms and the only rooms remaining at the end of the hallway, your bedroom and the main bathroom.

You pointed at your room but didn't open it "This is my bedroom not a lot to see to be honest. and right here is the main bathroom."

You opened the main bathroom door and the men were greeted to a gold and blue bathroom with a giant bath in the middle with the toilet and sink by the window. Avdol peeked in while you showed the others the bathroom.

"Say Y/N you don't mind if I had a quick bath do you?" Avdol asked so politely

"Of course you can. Oh!" You reached for the cupboard in the corner of the bathroom and pulled out a few towels for him and placed them on the towel rack by the bath, the others left the room and as you took your leave Avdol stopped you.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and looked at your face. You look at him with a questionable expression.

"Is everything okay Y/N?" He asked quietly

"Yes of course" You softly smile

"Then why are your eyes red and puffy" He questioned you and your eyes widened, you were caught lying.

Just as you were about the answer Polnareff came waltzing in and took notice of the nice bathroom

"O la la~ Ah tres bien, tres bi-'' His eyes focused on you in Avdol's soft grasp and his eyes widen "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~"

"Polnareff it's not what you think!" He got flustered and he let go of your shoulders.

You quickly scrambled out the room, also feeling flustered, you rushed out in such a hurry you bumped into Kakyion's back.

"Oww" You rub your nose.

"Y/N what happened!" Kakyion turned around and Jotaro started to walk down the stairs

"Avdol figured out I was crying from earlier and-" You explained to Kakyion.

"GET OUT OF HERE! I'M TAKING A NICE RELAXING BATH!" Avdol went into a rage at Polnareff's constant teasing and threw a sponge at his hair.

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Half an hour later and everyone was at the dining table about to enjoy some spaghetti al nero di seppia, Joseph was insistent on making dinner and no matter how many times you stopped him, he said no, you couldn't stop him either, so you gave in and enjoyed having dinner made for you. At the dinner table you sat in the middle with Joseph to your right and Kakyoin to your left sat across you was Jotaro on the left Polnareff in the middle.

Avdol walked in just as Joseph was plating dinner, everyone including yourself was in shock to see the Egyptain man with his long hair tied back in a messy low ponytail. He took his seat next to Polnareff and he grinned

"Hey Avdol you should have your hair in that style more often it might impress the ladies" The Frenchman raised his eyebrows at him while giving you a wink. Kakyion facepalmed while watching the exchange, while you sipped on some Coca cola, Jotaro rolled his eyes and looked away.

Avdol slowly turned to him and pointed at him "I told you it was a misunderstanding!"

Polnareff flinched and raised his hands to him "Okay okay I'm sorry I was only teasing... geez!"

Joseph sat down and you all began to eat and you all loved the amazing taste, the tall haired man enjoyed it so much he wolfed it down and sat back with a grin on his face. You all finished eating about 10 minutes or later and that's when clasped your hands and cleared your throat, it was time.

Kakyoin placed his hand on your back and nodded to you " It's okay, tell them what you told me."

You had a heavy sigh and you looked down to your hands.

"I don't even know where to even start with this so I guess I'll start with... with.. Hol Horse...." You calmly spoke even though your body started shaking.

"What?!" Joseph's eyes widened

"HOL HORSE! THAT BASTARD!" Polnareff gritted his teeth

Avdol and Jotaro didn't say much yet they both looked at you with concern and leaned in to find out more.

"Well it all started when....." You began to tell them how it all started

*Flash back brought to you by Za Warudo enterprises*

2 months ago you had travelled to Cyprus with Tamsin and wanted to explore not only the best sights in Cyprus but also visit Egypt.

You took a ferry over and when you arrived you saw how beautiful and how built up the capital city of Cairo looked and that's when you bumped into the long haired man.

"Oh sorry miss I didn't mean to bump into ya like that, names Hol Horse its a pleasure" he helped you up.

"Oh it's okay no trouble at all my name is Y/N" You shyly respond

"Ah what a lovely name for such a beauty, say I just feel awful about knocking you over like that, wanna come with me and get some coffee?" he asked with such confidence.

You nod a lot and couldn't get away with how handsome he was.

You had coffee with him and just before saying his goodbyes he offered to meet up again the same time the following day. This went on for several days and before you knew it you and him hit it off very well. You couldn't believe such a handsome guy took in such an interest in you. He told you all about his life and why he was here in Egypt and you too did the same explaining about visiting your old family friend Tamsin in Cyprus.

Then came that fateful day.

"Hey darling, I want you to meet my boss Lord Dio. I think he'll really like you, if you want to join our little gang he will give you riches and anything you desire." He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his body. He stared into your eyes and placed a small peck on your cheek.

"You've told me so much of Dio it would be so wonderful to meet him. Oh you did say he gave you a special ability didn't he?" You asked with your eyes beaming with joy.

"That's right babe you can't see it but he gave me this sweet ability to use a powerful gun where I can control the bullets" He smirked and held you closer to him

"Wow that's so cool darling being blessed by Dio with such an amazing ability" You clasped your hands in his and walked to the entrance of the beautiful white building hidden in the older districts of Cairo.

You walked alongside him walking down a long and narrow hallway and then walked up a long spiral staircase it was dark and poorly lit only seeing so much in front of you. As you walked further into the mansion you saw other members of the gang glare at you, grin and even woof whistle at you. Hol Horse glared at the ones who whistled at you and clenched his fist. They scurried off at the sight of his fist.

You both walked into the library and that's where the man your beloved Hol Horse spoke of sat just before you, you couldn't see much of him apart he had long blonde hair and huge muscles.

"Lord Dio I brought her to meet you. I hope she becomes useful in our plan." Hol Horse kneeled before him and he stepped down off his seat and walked towards you

He placed his cold large hand on your face and slowly caressed it. You froze on the spot at his touch, he licked his lips and clicked his fingers.

"Hmm, she IS a beautiful woman Hol Horse." His voice was so deep and chilling it sent shivers down your spine. You look over to your boyfriend and he didn't once stop kneeling for his master.

Dio brought you closer to his body and his red eyes scanned every part of you taking in all your features.

"Enya bring it now, she's perfect!" Dio with a deep husked growled at the old lady by the doorway.

Your eyes widened on her return. She held an arrow and presented it to Dio, he licked the arrow and he smirked " Your expression is beautiful, but now you belong to me DIO!"

He gripped your arm as you tried to squirm away and with one tug you fell back into his well toned body he drove the arrow into your heart. Everything went hazy, your vision went blank and your body slumped to the floor. Hol Horse rushed over to you and held you in his arms.

"Lord Dio do you think she will be accepted?" He asked with his voice shaky with what he witnessed.

He shrugged and returned to his seat and watched over you.

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Just as you got half way through your story, night had fallen the moon shining brightly over the beach house. Just then at that moment Polnareff accidently let out a small burp which ruined the mood everyone glared at his disgusting act and Jotaro slammed his hands down on the table. The whole time you'd been sobbing reliving the memory of when you first met Hol Horse.

"Im going for a smoke..." he gritted his teeth.

Everyone watched him leave the room and then turned their attention to the Frenchman who covered his mouth but then also stood up.

" I uh better go check up on him....." He walked out the room in shame.

Joseph walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, he looked down at you with a caring but sadden eyes, you brought your left hand to your mouth, your breathing got heavy like earlier, tears ran down your face. Kakyion gripped your right hand to let you know he was here. Avdol gritted his teeth and shook his head in disbelief, his warm eyes looking over at you. He felt awful that you experienced that traumatic event with Dio, he knew too well how frightening he truly is.

Just then you all heard Polnarerff scream in pain you jolted up and you brushed past everyone and ran towards the porch.

"Y/N wait come back!" Joseph called for you but you carried on.

"Y/N stop!" Kakyion called to you and then chased after you

Avdol walked by Joseph and looked both confused and worried with how you acted.

You reached outside and you saw Jotaro having a cigarette and Polnareff holding his finger in pain.

"Oww Jotaro what you go and burn my finger like that huh?" He glared at his friend.

Jotaro glared at him and huffed "Dont be so fucking rude next time!"

*Cue the start of Roundabout theme*

You brushed past Jotaro and you placed your hands on Polnareff, then all of a sudden your hands became encased with a marble shield and you began to heal his wounds from the burn.

Jotaros eyes widened "What the hell! She's a stand user?!"

Polnareff smiled that the pain went away, you smiled back at him, but at that moment you lost your vision and collapsed down the stairs. The men stood there in shock. It all happened all too fast for them to react.

Kakyion caught up to you and his eyes widened seeing you collapsed on the steps he ran down, kneeled in front of you and picked you up in his arms.

He glared back to Polnareff and gritted his teeth. He walked up the steps of the porch, he gave him the most disapproving glare and walked in the house and held you closer to him as he made his way up to your bedroom.

[<--------To Be Continued----------]

Chapter 3 part 1

#jojo bizarre adventure #jojo part 3 #joseph joestar #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin x reader #jojo kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad avdol #jotaro kujo #dio brando #hol horse #fan fic

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recovery-within-the-iris · 5 years

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Being traumatised by someone you trust as well as aro-spec be like:

You feel so alone in my trauma, you should reach out to this very open community that is prepared to help you, even if your currently in an abusive situation ➡ but your trust is in tatters so you fear you'll meet people in that community who you'll begin to trust and they will betray you and hurt you ➡ so i dont reach out to any communities ➡ me again hey you feel alone in the fact you have trust issues and wish you could find people to genuinely trust and not feel like you have to know every single thing about them lest they hurt you again. You should find resources to help build your trust ➡ catch 22 all the reaources are communities of other people who have trust issues and you dont have the emotional energy to dig through other peoples baggage when you cant even breathe through your own ➡ btw your still fucking alone and dont trust anyone and you dont trust the communities ➡ sit and contemplate of if you even want to trust people and let them in your life but you know you do so you look up some form of positivity to help you feel more comfortable and secure in your choice to have a partner ➡ catch 22 most of the aro positvity, a place where you feel the most need to feel positive about yourself right now, is damning to all pro-romance aros and non-quasiplatonic relationships and make you feel even more alone in a community you have a right to be happy in ➡ more loneliness yayy ➡ part of you wants to have someone around but knows sometimes you want to be entirely alone and thats not possible while living with someone, especially if they are as anti-social and hermity as you ➡ feel shitty about yourself and needs cause they might hurt someone's feelings or change a part of their hopefully future life drastically ➡ just dont tell them and bottle it up inside ➡ feel even more alone ➡ fight larp based escapism fantasies ➡ give into said fantasies to make yourself happy despite you looking crazy talking to no one but its fine for you cause you did it all your life anyway ➡ fall asleep hugging a pillow ➡ wake up the next day and repeat the process ➡ document it on tumblr at 7 am without having slept at all ➡ read through it realizing your insane ➡ save it as a draft so no body on your stupid pastel side blog can see how bat shit insane you are ➡ accidentially click post instead of safe as draf

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jack-kellys · 6 years

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so it's a special someone's birthday today whether she likes it or not🎉

she once said she'd like another part to this fic so here it is

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another day on the job (interlude) (so like part 1.5)

warnings: cursing, mentions of nsfw stuff, al has a concussion like real bad remember

words: a good little amount. good gang

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Albert felt himself surface back to consciousness, but kept his eyes closed a few moments longer. His body felt heavy, like each limb was fifty extra pounds.

And he just had a crazy dream that Race was—

“Albie? You up?” came Race’s light voice.

Albert only let out a long, disgruntled groan in response. He shifted in the—he was in he and Race’s bed, apparently—the bed, reluctantly squinting his eyes open before they widened and he sat up quickly, wincing slightly at the action.

“Not a dream,” he mumbled, staring holes into Race.

Race was still in the damn costume. Suit, rather. The reds and blues popped on his pale skin, and even in the dark Albert had to look away, burying his head back in the covers. “Spider-Man’s in m’fuckin’ room…” he said, his voice muffled by the blankets and his words mixing slightly.

“Yep,” Race said, and his loud popping of the P caused Albert to shrink down further. He vaguely remembered Spot saying how he had a concussion, from...from….

“Dij’ya, like, hit me or s’m’thin?” Albert asked, bringing his head up a bit. His memory was a little hazy, feeling like he had to shovel out specific details about the other night. Or if it was still that night but just a few hours later. All he knew was that he was married to the infamous Spider-Man. He snapped somewhat back to attention as Race came to sit onto the bed.

“Yeah,” Race nodded, looking Albert with a rather blank expression. “I fuckin’ smacked ya, Al.”

Albert stared back tiredly. “You seem pleased w’that.”

Race sighed, glancing away for a moment before bringing his eyes back to Albert’s. “I mean, you lied—you more than lied. You deceived me, like a Disney villain or something, Albert,” Race said, gaze hardening.

Albert dragged himself into a better sitting position. Race didn’t just call Albert by his full name like that. “I get that you’re this vigilante guy, or something, now, but I’m still a cop. I had a hunch with evidence that was pretty legit to me, so I went off it.” God did he not want to talk about this. His brain was already pounding, it didn’t want it to burst out of his head.

Race bit his lip and frowned. “You’re not even coherent and you’re still kinda right,” Race admitted, causing Albert to laugh.

“That’s why I’m the cop, babeyyyy,” he drawled as he fell back against the pillows, closing his eyes again.

Al heard Race sigh. “You’re still stupid for doing that though.”

Al scoffed. “Naaaahh,” he shrugged, “I was right, and so, like, imagine if someone else got to you first. You’d be in like jail, and I would still be like ‘woah, Race is Spider-Man? What!’”

The thought of that being true again struck him. “Oh my God, I can't arrest you. Oh God. Wait. My whole deal is that I find out who you are and then arrest you but I can't arrest you I love you,” Al rambled between whimpers. He couldn't arrest his own husband! Especially since he was kind of saving lives!

Al felt Race curl around him and let himself be held as Race ran a soothing hand through Albert’s hair. “Baby, it'll be okay. You're so smart, you'll figure something out...it'll be fine…” Race whispered.

Albert was silent for a while, almost falling back asleep, when he gasped. “Our bedroom life has been a lie,” Al said quietly. “You're a secret top. You must be, with your strength powers. Oh my god, Race, it's a lie…”

Race burst out laughing. “Jesus, I forgot how fucking weird you are with your head busted up,” he chuckled. Albert felt Race's shoulder shrug against his back. “It's not technically a lie, honeybun. I love when you top.” Al could hear the smirk in his voice and blushed harder than he normally would.

“I know you do,” Al said, with no hint of sexual teasing in his voice whatsoever.

Race smacked his arm lightly. “Fuck you, babe.”

Albert haphazardly waved him off. “I have a task for you,” he said, casing Race to lift his head. “You need to lift this bed. With me on it.”

“Okay,” Race shrugged, hopping off the bed. Albert opened his eyes for this, watching Race crawl under their bed. Suddenly it jolted upward, wobbling slightly before straightening out.

“Jesus fuck- fuck,” Al sputtered as he scrambled to drag himself to the bed’s center. “Go higher, I know you can.”

“I don't wanna hit the ceiling, babe, jeez,” Race sighed, but the bed lifted about another foot without much of a problem. “If I stand, I will, and you will get crushed.”

Albert considered this for a moment. “Then I guess….don't.” The bed was gently put back down, Race crawling back out. “That was kinda wack,” Albert mumbled, moving back to where he was and dropping his head onto his pillow.

Race scoffed a laugh. “Only kids say ‘wack’. What are you, twenty years old?” He curled himself back around Al, who huddled against him.

“I wish. I was smokin’ hot then,” Al mumbled into his pillow.

“Don't worry babe. You're still hot,” Race murmured, kissing the back of Albert’s neck. Race’s hands resumed playing with Al’s hair, who let out a content sigh and leaned into it.

“Maybe when you're better—again, sorry not sorry—we can swing around the city! I always wanted to do that with you,” Race added longingly.

“Nooo,” Al whined, “that's terrifyin’. And what if someone sees me? I'll be fired.”

“Ah, you'll be fine. An’ you know you want to,” Race sang.

A long pause kept the bedroom silent, Race’s hands still brushing through Al’s hair.

“You make my life so difficult,” Al grunted, relenting. “You're lucky I love you.”

“Yep!” Race leaned over slightly and kissed Al’s cheek. “Now go back to sleep, okay? When you wake up we’ll eat somethin’, but you're still way, way out of it right now.”

“Shut it, Spidey-Boy.”

“Sleep,” Race commanded, “you hooligan.”

“Okay, okay,” Albert sighed. He closed his eyes again, a shocking wave of exhaustion almost instantly knocking him out.

“Love you, Albie,” Albert heard faintly, a million miles away.

“Love y’too, Spider-Man,” Al managed, finally passing out.

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hahaaaaaa you thought Race would be sorry??? nevah

anyway happy birthday to a fucking real one ily

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zeitgeistghoul · 6 years

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“First Day”

Axel Cluney x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gore and violence

(hello!! sry if this fic is total garbage and if Axel is OOC, i haven’t tried writing fics like this for a long time. just wanted to show my fav barf boy some love hehe)

Your first day as an honorary X-Force member was far from normal. Wade was beyond thrilled to have a new face on the team, even going as far to ensure you received the best training you could ask for. Your mutant ability made an interesting addition to the team. You had been born with abnormally sharp and long canine teeth, making dentist visits as a kid beyond horrifying Your dentist had put an unsuspecting finger in your mouth and you had nearly bit it clean off. He was fine after a multitude of stitches, but your mother was sure he stopped being a dentist after that. Wade had referred to you as “Toothy” and “Dracula” more times than you could count, Domino finally suggesting “Saber” as your superhero name. It had stuck, finally making you feel apart of the team.

Everyone was extremely kind and helpful, the other members frequently offering to train with you and assist you on missions. The only member you hadn’t worked with yet was “Zeitgeist” or Axel Cluney as you had come to know. He was definitely an intriguing individual, not to mention extremely intimidating. He was tall; his arms and shoulders decorated with...odd tattoos. The first day you met him was when Wade had first recruited you and brought you back to the X-Mansion and introduced you to the rest of the team. All the other X-Force members were making a fuss over you, excited to have a new face around and to act as your mentors. However, Axel was the only one who stood to the side and leaned against the door frame, observing you with a odd look on his face. You wanted to introduce yourself then, but the ‘eat shit and die’ tattoo peeking out from the front of his mesh tank top told you otherwise.

That had been a few months ago and you were officially done with your training today. You and him were acquainted, but never been on a mission together. Wade quickly noticed this and worked to immediately change that.

“(Your name), as an official member of the X-Force, today will be your first official mission.” he said, excitedly tugging your arm to get you to follow him into one of the many rooms in the house. An assortment of papers and folders were strewn across the table. Wade motioned for you to sit down with him as he began to explain your first mission.

“Nothing too crazy, just some asshole who’s disguising his corporate business as an underground human trafficking ring.” Wade said, sliding you a manilla folder. Upon opening the cover, you were met with a photo of the supposed man you were being sent after.

“He looks like he was born to do this.” you commented, noticing just how abnormally creepy this man was. Wade laughed at this and pointed to the address scrawled onto a post-it note on top of the picture.

“That’s your place.” he said. “It’s his warehouse about an two hours outside of the city. He should be there all day.” You nodded in understanding and stood up to go gather what you would need for the mission. Your weapons were kept mostly in the room they had assigned you, so you grabbed the dagger you kept under your bed. It probably wouldn’t be needed with your ability and all, but always a nice plan B. You went back downstairs and stopped halfway down when you saw who was standing with Wade. Axel was suited up for a mission, his bright green vomit-guard mask held in one hand. You hesitantly climbed down the rest of the stairs, already feeling apprehensive.

“As fuckin’ dandy as it would be to send you on this mission by yourself, I thought otherwise.” Wade said. “Barf boy here will be your babysitter-I mean partner.” Wade pushed the both of you towards the door to where your jet would be waiting. “Have fun, you crazy kids!” he called after the two of you. “And don’t even think about getting fresh with my student, ya fuckin’ clown!” The door slammed behind you guys. You awkwardly glanced at Axel, feeling embarrassment already beginning to bubble to the surface. He practically towered over you, his green eyes piercing into your own.

“Let’s go, then.” he said, making his way towards the jet. You stammered out in agreement, quickly following behind. You took a seat across from him and the jet’s door closed automatically as you sat down. It rumbled and shook as it shot into take-off, causing you to jerk backward as it did. Axel began to adjust his suit and pulled his mask over his mouth and eyes. You occasionally stole glances at him and watched his movements curiously. You felt awkward and wanted to discuss the mission, but you were afraid of being an annoying rookie who asked too many questions. He peered at you over his mask.

“Excited?” he called to you over the whir of the jet engine. You flashed him a small smile, your pointy teeth poking out as you did. He jokingly grinned back, his mask lifting with the movement of his smile. The two of you sat in silence until Axel stood up, the ramp of the jet lowering again, signalling it was time to go. Axel tossed you a parachute backpack and you attached it to yourself, adrenaline beginning to course through your veins as you approached the ramp.

“See you at the bottom!” Axel shouted, adjusting his parachute one last time and jumping off the ramp. You had made this jump numerous times on other missions, but you had never quite gotten used to it. You pulled goggles over your eyes and blinked furiously as if to snap yourself out of your fear. Your heart was practically forcing itself out of your chest as you took a deep breath and dove off the ramp. Wind whipped through your hair as you hurtled towards the open field coming into view below you. Axel was further down from you, simply a green spec from where you were in comparison. You saw his parachute burst from the pack attached to him and he began to float towards the field. You soon did the same thing, however not having much luck. The force of deploying your parachute jerked you to the right, sending you floating straight towards the woods near the field. You braced yourself for what was to come, half expecting you collide head first with it. To your dismay and embarrassment, your parachute became entangled with tree branches, leaving you dangling there like an idiot. Bright green leaves floated down from the impact you made, one sticking to your hair. You wracked your brain from how to get yourself out of this situation. Your mind instantly went to the dagger you brought, but it was in your belt, which was unreachable to how you were positioned. You also tried to unclip the pack from your chest, but it was ironically jammed.

“Axel..?” you pathetically called out, turning your head to see him walking towards you with his parachute trailing behind him. He unclipped it from himself, the parachute crumpling to the ground.

“How’s the weather up there?” he mocked, putting a hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked up at you. You scowled at his comment, desperately trying to reach for your dagger again.

“Don’t just stand there!” you yelled, squirming around. “My dagger is in my belt pocket.” Axel chuckled. You were beyond embarrassed. This was your first mission with Axel and you had already made a huge scene. The tree wasn’t tall enough for him to have to climb up that far up and cut you down, so he was able to reach inside your belt pocket and grab your dagger. Luckily, he was tall enough to do so. He struggled to cut the rope that held you captive, the dagger barely making a dent. What kind of parachute was this damn durable? It seemed unrealistic. It also didn’t help that you didn’t sharpen your dagger enough this morning.

“Hold on,” Axel said, slipping the dagger back into your belt and stepping back. “Don’t move.” He moved behind you and the tree shake, then you heard him cough. You immediately realized what he was about to do.

“Wait, what the fu-”, You barely got out the rest of your sentence before you crashed to the ground. You turned around to see the ropes and part of the tree’s branches were eroded away. Axel approached you, turning on his head to spit on the ground.

“You absolute, fucking asshole!” you shouted, checking your body for burns. “You could have killed me!” Axel grinned and held out a hand to help you up.

“I know what I’m doing,” he responded. “I just spit on it a little.” You begrudgingly took his hand and dusted yourself off. The noise the two of you had made had caught some attention, four men were sprinting towards you, most likely henchmen. The warehouse was at least a mile away from where you guys had landed, meaning they had seen you come in. This mission was already a disaster.

“We got company.” Axel yelled, immediately running towards the group of men approaching the two of you. He projectile vomited on the first guy that got too close and the man screeched in agony, stumbling backwards and colliding with the others. You kicked into fighting mode and launched yourself at a guy who now had Axel in a headlock. You sunk your fangs into his neck, ripping out his jugular and sending a geyser of blood shooting into the air. You and Axel picked off the men fairly quickly, your fighting styles syncing up faster than you anticipated. It wasn’t long before you were surrounding by the corpses of the henchmen, the two of you spattered with blood. Your mouth had a dribble of blood dripping from it, which you promptly wiped away. The two of you began making your way towards the warehouse, keeping your eyes peeled for any more surprise visitors. The warehouse was huge, guards placed at every entrance. You and Axel crept along the border, keeping low and close to the woods. You spotted an entrance towards the back that could be a way in and nudged Axel to show him.

“That’ll draw too much attention,” he said. “We should try to get to the roof.” He pointed to a ladder that was close to the entrance your pointed out earlier. “There.” he whispered. He sprinted towards the ladder, climbing up it quickly and throwing himself onto the roof as quietly as he could. He laid low and waved frantically for you to follow. You made a mad dash for the ladder but a guard spotted you and tried to cut you off. You bowled him over, not wasting any time to bite down on his cheek. You forced yourself to get up and scrambled up the ladder. Breathing heavily, you watched Axel pull open a hatch door towards the center of the roof. You crawled over to him and peered down the hatch. It led straight into the warehouse and gave you a clear shot into saving the women most likely being held captive there. You watched a man in a suit inspect a frail, underfed woman. She was being forced to stand up by a guard pointing a gun to her back. Other women cowered in fear as they watched the man inspect all of them. You assumed the man in the suit was your guy. You needed to take him and the rest of his men out, then get the women to safety. You couldn’t help but notice just how many henchmen this guy had, they were literally everywhere. It was going to be tough, especially it just being the two of you. You needed to be strategic. Axel must have seen the worried look on your face because surprisingly, he placed his hand over yours.

“Everything ok?” he questioned, looking concerned. He quickly retracted his hand looking sheepish, as if he had done that without meaning to. You nodded.

“There’s a lot of enemies.” you observed. “I’m just anxious that’s all.” Axel cracked his knuckles.

“We’ll be just fine.” he responded. “Just follow my lead and try to think of it as another training session.” You couldn’t help but smile. Your anxiety began to loosen its grip on you, giving you the confidence you needed to focus.

“Let’s fucking go.” you said. You jumped down into the warehouse, the man in the suit yelling out in surprise and the captured women screamed. You tackled him to the ground, your jaw snapping towards his face as he tried to push your face away. Bullets began to rain down as the henchmen tried to take you out, forcing you to duck for safety. Axel followed just after you did, spilling vomit from his mouth as he landed directly onto a guard running below him. He dove for safety as well, the crates placed sporadically around the warehouse providing minimal cover. The women were being forced outside by the man in the suit as he frantically looked over his shoulder. Axel began throwing punches and unleashing streams of vomit onto enemy after enemy. You quickly joined his side and you two began taking out enemies twice as fast. He would spew acid onto the floor, forcing henchmen to slip and fall. They would either get horribly burned from the vomit or stunned enough to give you time to land a swift bite to the neck. The two of you moved unpredictably fast, the bullets being shot at you almost unnoticeable. The henchmen were taken out in minutes, leaving only the man in the suit trying to force the women he had been keeping hostage into a large truck outside. Axel dashed ahead of you, grabbing the man from the front seat and throwing him to the ground. He cowered in fear, holding his shaking hands over his face. Axel stepped back to let you do the honors.

“Please,” he begged. “I have a family.” You approached him slowly, rage building up inside of you. “Plea-,” the man wasn’t able to get another word out because you had already wrapped your jaw around his neck.

“Rot in hell.” you said, spitting his own blood back at him as he sputtered and clasped his hands over the open wound on his neck.

The ride home had a different feel to it than when the mission had first started, for obvious reasons of course. You were mentally and physically exhausted. You and Axel sat next to each other this time, you being so tired, you hardly noticed that your knee was touching his. He became tense when you rested your head against his, but eventually relaxed. The two of you sat like that until you arrived back at the mansion. The women rescued from the warehouse were brought to the local police station, successfully marking the end of the mission. Wade threw open the door and pulled you and Axel into a group hug, chattering excitedly about how proud of you he was. The rest of X-Force congratulated you and asked you two questions about the mission. You later excused yourself to the bathroom to clean up. You stared at your reflection in the mirror. The person staring back at you was someone you didn’t recognize.You were an X-Force member now. You were supposed to kill, but it never got any easier. You turned on the sink faucet and splashed water onto your face, the water tinged pink as the blood swirled down the drain. You dried off and opened the door to rejoin the rest of the team. You nearly jumped when you saw Axel waiting for you outside the door.

“Hey.” he said, giving you a small smile. “How are you?” You ran your hand through your hair, feeling some dried blood near the ends. You needed a shower. You suddenly were very aware of your physical appearance.

“I’m alright,” you said, giving him a shrug. “Just not entirely used to the gore..and the vomit.” You instantly regretted that last part. Axel chuckled.

“Trust me, it takes some getting used to.” he said. “But you’re tough.” You smiled, suddenly a swelling feeling rising from your chest. Axel was standing closer than usual to you. You both stood in silence for a moment before you broke it.

“Thanks for being my babysitter today,” you said. “You’re quite the partner.” Axel laughed.

“Any time, I’m open to doing it again.” he said. You walked past him before he called after you. “(Your name),” You turned to look back at him. “We should grab a drink sometime.”

“This weekend,” you said. “You can pick me up.” Axel did his best to hide his smile as he watched you go join the others.

“You got it.”

#axel cluney #zeitgeist #deadpool #deadpool 2 #axel cluney x reader #zeitgeist x reader #bill skasgård #bill skarsgard

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pointsofpride · 6 years

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I’m blurring this person’s name and icon, because I am not inviting a “””debate””” with them. I’ve encountered this person’s exclusionism before, and pointed out how fucked up it is, but I’m going to go off on it again, because here it’s cropped up again, and it’s still just... so fucked up. First off, fuck you for thinking that dressing up exclusionism in “civility” actually makes it any amount of civil, because a dagger in the back isn’t any more okay, just because you didn’t stab with aggression. I’m really tired of seeing people who absolutely should know better than this saying these kinds of things. So get ready for another post explaining how exclusionism flies in the face of our community’s history, basic compassion for others, and general sense.

“i believe we shouldn’t allow cishet aces within the LGBT community”

First point of order, there is no “allow” involved in this. Aces, right now, are a part of the community. You can’t say “I think I’ll let you sake a seat at this table” to somebody who’s already been sitting in a chair the whole time. Secondly, “cishet ace” is a self-contradicting phrase. You can not be a heterosexual asexual. You can be a cis ace. You can be a heteroromantic ace. But asexuality is not a kind of heterosexuality. It is a separate sexual identity.

And the term “cishet” was itself coined specifically to define those whith unconditional and unquestioned access to privilege and social acceptance for their identities. That does not apply to aces and never has.

“BUT i would encourage more recognition to the ace/aro community as well as proper sourcing on issues ace/aro people face that isn’t literally stealing from other people’s struggles”

You don’t encourage recognition of the a-spec community. You very directly don’t do that in any amount or way. If you think they’re “stealing from other people’s struggles”. Fucking christ, do you hear yourself? If somebody gets punched in the face and then somebody else says they got punched in the gut, would you tell them to stop “stealing from other people’s struggles”? I should hope the fuck you wouldn’t because that would be total nonsense with absolute lack of awareness. Aces aren’t stealing anything from anybody by just fucking Telling You what they deal with. And you’re probably referring to the fact that exclusionists reuse biphobic and transphobic rhetoric. Which is just. Mind boggling that you can recognize that’s what’s happening and then pin it on a-specs, as if them pointing out how fucked up it is is somehow the problem. Look... I'm not cis, and I'm not het. My whole identity is, at minimum, 3 kinds of queer, and I could expound on my identity. But right off the bat, I’m going to tell you I am ace. And you do not care about any part of me. When I hear people say "cishet aces don't belong at pride" the only thing I hear is "I don't care about your identity; I'm just going to pick and choose what parts of you I say are worthwhile; I don't accept your aceness, and I I don't actually care about you". Because you don’t care about anything I have to say. You don’t care, because I’m ace. You don’t get to dissect me and tell me what I experience or what part of me is queer. When I tell you that I’m ace, you immediately, in your mind, discredit me. But, like I said, I’m not either half of “cishet” (not only because my aceness makes me not heterosexual). You had better not think for a fucking second that you are doing me any favours by keeping out the """cishets""". Don't you fucking dare pretend you're speaking on my behalf or that you care about me. I'm pan, I'm agender, and hell, I prefer femine pronouns, even though I’m agender. I'm queer as FUCK, and I'm also ace. And that is IMPORTANT to me. It IS a part of what makes me queer. If you don't accept all aces, you DO NOT accept me, because my aceness is a part of the whole package of queer that I am. You are not allowed to dissect my identity and throw away what you don't like. All aces belong. It is so immensely disrespectful to try to use my identity against other aces by ignoring MY aceness because the rest of me is "queer enough". Just. Fuck you. If you think “cishet” aces should be removed from the community, then FUCK you. Also, it is incredible that somebody has to point out how fucked up it is that you won’t count first-hand accounts as a “proper source”. Do you fucking REALIZE how little information there is on asexuality? It’s not grass, you can’t just go outside and pick up a fistful. But the studies on LGBT+ issues that take aces into account also get dismissed. Everything aces have given, no matter how direct or nuanced or straightforward or detailed or academic or anecdotal has ever been sufficient for you. It doesn’t matter to you what anybody has to say about oppression that aces face, because you will always actively try to rationalize a reason why it isn’t a “proper source” of evidence.

“i don’t believe ace/aros are oppressed because by definition, they just dont experience it.”

The definitions of “asexual” and “aromantic” are not “a person who is not oppressed”, what the hellfuck is wrong with you? Aces keep TELLING YOU they face forms of oppression, and you just tell them it isn’t true, to their faces. How do you rationalize that?

“however there is some actual stigma they deal with, and denying it is unnacceptable.”

GOLLY, REALLY? IS THAT SO, OH ARBITER OF SOCIAL STIGMA? THANK YOU FOR APPROVING ACES CLAIMS OF AT LEAST THAT MUCH.

You can not pretend like you care about aces and prove you don’t with everything else you say and expect to get a gold star sticker for seeming like you give a fuck.

“the issue is that the LGBT community is treated like a club and not a place of solidarity for people who experienced oppression for their sexuality and gender identity and that needs to be addressed.”

JESUS FUCKING LOUISUS, NO ACES ARE TREATING IT LIKE A “CLUB”. The fuck kind of infantilizing accusation is that? WHAT the FUCK.

You think aces don’t need suicide prevention resources? You think the historical and current pathologization of asexuality doesn’t happen? You think no ace person has ever been hurt for their sexuality? You think aces don’t get kicked out by conservative, bigoted parents for being “deviant”? You think no people ever will think ill enough of aces to harm them? You think aces never are victims of corrective rape, because they “won’t put out”? You think aces don’t deal with any forms of oppression or abuse? Nothing at all? ‘Cause you have absolutely no sense of what society does. Bigots really don’t tend to differentiate their bigotry. If a heavily conservative christian person knows you aren’t straight and cis, that’s all they need to know to loathe you and want you hurt. You just. Don’t get it.

I’m super fucking queer, and I have been on the receiving end of a whole lot of hate in my life for being agender, and for being pan. I know what oppression is, you fuck. Don’t think I defend aces without any knowledge of what the whole community deals with. Don’t think I defend aces without knowing what oppression is. I’ve been the victim of it, sometimes with dangerous and violent severity. But do you know what the MOST aggressive hate I have EVER received for any part of my identity has been for? Take a wild fucking stab in the dark. It’s the reason why I'm defensive of other aces. You have no fucking clue how hated aces are. None. At all. You refuse to think maybe they’re actually oppressed. Even when they tell you. Aces, whether or not they are heteromantic, are very much not a part of the social class in a privileged position that is Straight™. Aces face oppression, and you are not capable of denying that fact except to your own mind, which is all you do.

And I’m CERTAIN you’d find an excuse to deny what I tell you. Also, if you think that social stigma isn’t a part of why the community exists, you don’t know why it exists. It isn’t solely about equal marriage. Because a lot of the time, people will go “you’ve got gay marriage, how are you oppressed?”. The community exists to affect social change and bring awareness. Aces are a part of that.

“cishet ace/aros will never understand the oppression that gay, bi, lesbian and trans people deal with”

Cishet a-specs do not exist. A-specs, by definition, are not cishet.

And heteroromantic aces and heterosexual aros very much UNDERSTAND the oppression that the other members of the community deal with. You act like aces are all children with no sense of comprehension.

“and that needs to be told to them without the aggressive “you guys are fucking idiots for thinking you’re one of us”.”

It’s no different. It’s insensitive and defies the reality of the situation either way.

“something i think a lot of exclusionists forget was that aces/aros were encouraged to be apart of this community for a decade.”

They ARE a part of this community, and if you fucking god damn KNEW your queer history, you’d know that the only thing recent about a-specs in the community is awareness of them. They’ve been here the entire time. They’ve always been in the community. It’s only widespread awareness that’s new.

“its less that they forced themselves in and that LGBT”

Because, guess what, they didn’t. Because they already were in it.

“people legitimately believed they were one of us”

They did. There was a reason. And still do, because that reason is that they are. The overwhelming majority of the community knows this. Right now. Currently. Your opinion on this is so extremely in the minority of the community.

“due to being misinformed and not well educated about it.”

Oh my GOD the irony of you. Here. Have some stuff to stop you from forming a kugelblitz of ironic density: x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x If any of those links die in the future, whatever. As of now, that’s a whole lot of evidence you’re being bigoted. In exactly the same way that there are transphobic and biphobic and panphobic members of the community, when they obviously should know better... In exactly the same way those people try to kick me out of the community, because I’m agender, and because I’m pan, you’ve got the same problem of bigotry they have toward me, and it’s toward me again. You really should know better. MOST of the community knows better than this. By far, the community, as a whole, knows that aces are a part of it. There are exclusionists, but they represent extremely few. You don’t get to say people are “misinformed and not well educated” in the same breath you state you want to take aces our of the community, because you think they’re “not oppressed”. You can’t call people uneducated when you demonstrate a direct lack of education on what you’re talking about. But nothing anybody gives you will get you to consider “hey, maybe there’s a reason that most of the community accepts aces” and “maybe there’s an underlying reason why the correlation to terf and biphobic ideology keeps getting pointed out” or “ I am TELLING YOU this AS A PAN AND AGENDER PERSON, you are recycling rhetoric used against me. And what’s worse, you’re using it against me AGAIN, because I also happen to be ace.

Aces are not “co-opting” bi or trans struggles. You’re Just an asshole doing exactly the same thing other assholes are doing to other members of the community. All aces belong. I am SO. Sick of exclusionists thinking they’re being courtious or civil, no matter how they dress up their willing ignorance and unawareness of our own community’s actual history, and the oppression they deny the existence of. You’re also the kind of person who thinks the community suddenly sprang up out of nowhere after Stonewall, which, I mean... is a benighted notion on its own that ignores the entirety of our much more involved and extensive history, but even still, you are not, to any degree, supporting the spirit that Stormé DeLarverie and Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera and Miss Major stood for. Not even a little bit. And again, Stonewall was what started the Pride event; not what started the community. They are Different Things. Stop saying things that imply aces are automatically outsiders trying to wedge themselves into the community, when you are the ones trying to remove people who are members of the community. Signed, a member of the community who’s “””queer enough””” to tell you how fucked up your opinion is. Hopefully you’ll listen to an agender, pan person, because you sure as fuck won’t listen to anything any other cis and heteroromantic ace, or heterosexual aro person says about the issue.

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jackscrutchie · 7 years

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jackcrutchie prompt: something along the lines of "you confessed your love to me while drunk but you dont remember doing that" idk

I played a little and rambled a little and got carried away but I hope this is okay?? Sorry I can’t write.

Crutchie is sick so he goes to the penthouse early but is then surprised by how insanely drunk Jack is when he comes home later that night.

Crutchie doesn’t drink. He’d just never had an interest in it. That’s not to say he didn’t enjoy watching his friends have drinks when they could. He was the one who always took care of them. Made sure they got to their beds and tucked in. He made sure they had water and blankets and bits of food. It helped him feel needed – Like he had purpose. He got his laughs when Race stumbled over his words and couldn’t find his hat. ( It was on his head the whole time. ) He got to comfort Specs when he cried about his unrequited crush on the girl from the flower shop. He didn’t even mind when he had to help Albert change out of his vomit soiled shirt.

The only person that never really needed help at one point or another was Jack. Crutchie even had to help Davey once after some of the boys convinced him to have a few. But despite the alcohol running through his veins, Jack always managed to keep himself composed. Sure, he flirted a little more… Intensely than usual. But that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Jack had always been a flirt. He’d heard Jack talk on more than one occasion about ending up in bed with a girl after an oddly short amount of time just talking to her… But he tried not to think about that stuff. He wasn’t a jealous person… Right? No matter, Jack held his liquor well which impressed everyone. That’s why it was so strange when it happened.

Crutchie was alone the night it happened. He hadn’t been feeling well, so instead of staying out with the boys, he headed back to the penthouse early. He’d been dozing off, his stomach in knots, his leg aching – All he wanted was sleep but… A rattle. Someone was coming up. A clang and a familiar laugh. Jack’s face came into view, blushed and a bit… Obscene. He’d really let himself go this time.

“Jack?” Crutchie sat up despite his leg cramping up in the process. “You… Are you okay?”

“Wha’? Yeah, a'course I’m okay, ’re you okay?” Jack’s words were slurred and he swayed when he finally made it to the top of the latter to step onto the rooftop. “Why wouldn'I be okay?” He laughed and reached up to pull his hat off his head. He was sweating.

“What’d you do, Jack?” Crutchie smiled a bit, shaking his head. He’d never seen Jack this way. He was always so cool. So collected and suave. “Why don’t ya lay down, huh?”

“Yeah, ya know… Ya know, Crutchie…” He started, his brow furrowed. Oh God, was he about to throw up? Crutchie didn’t think he could keep his own dinner down if he threw up… “I told ‘em. R - Race he said dat… He said he could out drink me and he… He didn’. I won, Crutch. Ain’t it nice?” He stumbled forward, making his way slowly towards the smaller boy.

“Hey, hey… Come on, Jack.” Crutchie didn’t want to stand… Wasn’t entirely sure he could at this point but… He reached his arms out, hoping to coax Jack over to him. “Ya gotta come lay down before –” Jack fell forward, hitting the ground hard, the skin on his arms and hands breaking as he hit the cold rooftop. “Jack!” Crutchie was on his feet as fast as he could, his leg screaming in protest. His stomach churning. He limped the few steps to Jack and knelt down next to him, tears stinging his eyes as the pain from his leg shot up and down his entire body. “Jack?”

A laugh. Jack was laughing. Loud and joyous and beautiful. “See, I – I’m okay! I could'a had ten more drinks!” He rolled onto his side, still laughing, to face Crutchie’s kneeling frame. “Ya gotta have little… A little faith in me, yeah?”

Crutchie’s face was twisted in pain and concern. He hit the ground pretty hard… But he seemed to be okay. “I got plenty of faith in ya, Jack but… Be more careful.”

Jack sat up, swaying a bit. “Hey you… You don’t worry your pretty li'l face ‘bout me…” He smiled, the smell of alcohol so strong on his breath it made Crutchie wrinkle his nose. “God, Crutch. Yous so damned cute… Ya know?” Jack reached a shaky hand out to gently touch Crutchie’s face, a blush rushing to his freckled cheeks.

“Jack… Come on.” He smiled, obviously flustered at the tenderness. He heart was racing, his throat was dry and his stomach was still in knots. “You… You need to get some sleep. You’re talkin’ crazy!” He reached up with his own hand to touch Jack’s. His heart skipped a beat. He couldn��t give it away that he… He swallowed hard. He’d been in love with Jack for so long but this didn’t mean anything. This was just Jack being Jack. Jack being very… Very drunk.

“No, I gotta… Crutchie. C - Charlie. Listen.” Jack’s tone suddenly dropped, trying to sound serious despite the slur in his words. “I gotta tell ya… Ya know you… Yous is so sweet.” He pressed his palm against Crutchie’s cheek, keeping his eye contact. “Yous… Yous is so so… Just yous… So bright like… A sun. Crutchie yous is my… My sunshine.” He nodded, his lips pursed, serious. “I ain’t got nothin’ without ya. Yous is my… My Crutchie. My Charlie. And yous is my sunshine, you know that?”

Crutchie felt his heart beating faster and faster every time Jack opened his mouth. He’d called him by name… That never happened. What was going on? He had to remember this meant nothing. Nothing he was saying was true. He was just drunk. “That…” He looked down, subconsciously leaning more into Jack’s touch. “That’s nice'a you to say.”

“I mean it. Ya know, I really do. Yous is my life, Charlie.” He nodded again, his eyelids obviously getting heavier by the minute. “An’ if I – Yous gotta know I really like ya. I think dat you… Yous is special and Charlie…” He paused, leaning forward to press his forehead against the smaller boys warm one. “I love ya… Yeah. I love ya a lot Crutchie. An’ an’ don’t… I love ya more… More than San'a Fe! How ‘bout dat! I love ya!” Jack’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes glassy, but he wore the brightest smile –

Crutchie’s heart stopped. He had to remember how to breathe. What was he supposed to say to that? Of course he loved him back but this wasn’t… This wasn’t actually happening. Jack was so far gone he had no idea what he was saying. If his stomach wasn’t upset before… “Jack I –” But he was already tilting to the side, falling asleep sitting up. “Jack – !” Crutchie grabbed for him, a jolt of pain going down his spine as he slowed Jack’s descent to rest him gently on the ground. Sweat was beading on Crutchie’s brow and he sighed, straining to reach the small ratty blanket closest to them to cover Jack.

His entire body ached, his stomach still threatened to empty itself, but somehow his heart was singing. For just a moment he could pretend that… He smiled, and closed his eyes, tilting his head back and up into the moonlight. It felt nice, pretending to be loved like that…

—

The next morning, Crutchie stirred at the sound of rustling next to him. His condition hadn’t improved by much, but he opened his tired eyes to see Jack digging around in his sketches for clean paper. “Jack..?” His voice came out weak and hoarse. Hm… Maybe he should skip selling today…

“Oh, h - hey… Crutchie.” He smiled, wincing a bit.

“You… You doin’ okay?” Crutchie didn’t even try to sit up. But remembering the words Jack had said to him brought red back to his face. “You uh… We’re pretty…” He forced a laugh, trying not to be sick. He had to prepare himself for the inevitable. Jack would tell him that he loved him. But he would make sure he knew that he only loved him like a brother. They would never be anything other than that. His heart picked up it’s pace.

“Hah, yeah…” Jack shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “I uh – I’m sorry if I did anything… Ahah.” He looked away, clearly embarrassed.

This was it. Crutchie braced himself, closed his eyes and – “What do you remember?”

“The last thing I remember is…” Jack stopped to think, biting his lip. “Leaving the party.”

Inhale. “You don’t remember gettin’ back to the penthouse?”

Jack grinned, putting his hands in his pockets. “No – Not at all. It’s all… Gone after I left the party… Guess I fell at one point?” He tilted his head down toward his skinned up arms.

“Yeah… You uh…” He curled in on himself. “You ain’t forgettin’ anything else, anyway. Just… Got back here, told me ya drank more than Race, fell and passed out… Hah…” He was rambling. “So… Nothin’ to worry about.” Now that he was sure Jack didn’t remember, he let his guard down a bit, his sickness overwhelming him.

“I guess… That’s good then.” Jack cocked his head to the side, hunching forward, trying to focus on this small boy. Jack felt his own heart flutter. “You… You alright?”

No. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just… Ya know… I ain’t feelin’ real good.” He gave a weak smile, trying to reassure his friend.

Jack walked forward to kneel next to Crutchie’s withered frame and rested his hand against the sick boy’s sweat dampened forehead. “You’re sick.” He sighed. “And don’t say a word. I’m takin’ care'a you today.” Jack was stern, but gentle. “Don'tchu move a muscle.” He held Crutchie’s gaze for a long moment before dropping his hand from his forehead, letting it linger against Crutchie’s cheek for a sweet minute, rubbing comforting circles into his warm skin. “I need my sunshine.”

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years

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Tommy & Ali

Chatting ‘bout Christmas, boy troubles, pregnancy AND THE FACT THE BABY IS TOTALLY NOT DREW’S LOLLOLLOL

Tommy: Oi! 😼 What you gettin da cos like even I feel cheeky considering socks for 2 years running Ali joined the chat 3 hours ago Tommy: I was gonna go full rivers of whiskey cept I'd probs drown myself in it before the bottle was in the bag 😂 Ali: So you should, elf on the shelf! Socks should only ever be an add-on prezzie, even if they're DEAD comical, like. Ali: Speaking of elf on the shelf, would you be willing to come round mine every day at the crack of dawn (aka JUST before the kiddos will arise like horrible demon krakkens from the depths) so I can arrange you in comical positions and situations? Ali: They love that shit. I on the other hand want to murder the CEO of whatever company/the high-key mum mafia that made this shit popular again. Ali: I've got me thinking cap on for the old man for ye...Hmm Ali: (and how rude to get cuffed for the season and not even get to the part where you get a bomb-ass present/someone to tout around the family functions...rude. You not actually at the bottom of a bottle quite yet though, yeah? Doing the obligatory welfare checkup here) Tommy: Excuse you miss money bags! 💰 just 'cause you're one of the rare artists who ain't starving like! some of us don't have boyfriends who cook or paying audiences Tommy: so yeah obvs! Gotta keep in shape just in case don't I? catch me pirouetting across your patio bitch Tommy: Green's my colour these days and red's always been signature Tommy: I'm alright (love you for asking!) how's you? Tommy: Genuinely Ali: Oh yeah, 'cos father will flip his shit if the price tag ain't AT LEAST three figs... 😏 Silly billy, and oi, oi! My student loan ain't kicked in yet ...I'm on a gap yaaaaaah though, darling, I've simply GOTTA act like a frivilous rich bitch. Deal with it, you're still the shady bitch of the fam, okay? 😘 Ali: Yaaasss, you're gonna have to drop a couple of pounds to fit in that teeny costume but a day in the life of a TRUE star init, babe? I believe in you Ali: Bet you didn't come here to be called fat, did you? How fucking cheeky is that forreal Ali: Colour of luck boy 🍀🍀🍀 Ali: Hmm, ngl I'm in a bit of a...situation, and I ain't talking I've forgot to order a turkey Tommy: Imagine...jog on old man just 'cause went for the quantity with the sprogs doesn't mean you'll get quality back soz Tommy: try it but good luck trying to get your little uns to deal with you being the spoilt one 😂 Tommy: well since I got the 🍀 its 🤞 Tommy: feckin hell has caleb forgotten kids are for life not just chrimbo again? Tommy: I'll deck his halls if he's being a prick Ali: That'll show him! That's what you get for bringing me into this world, whole lotta backchat and not an ounce of grattitude, take that! Ali: Join me 'cos I'm sure that's what mum feels I've got her Ali: We did Rio's first Xmas morning, and 2nd, at home! It really is Caleb's fams turn Ali: I can't help that its Junie's first, evidently I ain't planning this shit woman! Ali: #contraceptionwhomst? #pulloutnhopeforthebest #itswhatgodwouldwant Ali: And it ain't like we're not coming over for a second dinner, we fat as hell, get wid it and pass the gravy Ali: Catch me in the tesco throwing tantrums with Rio on the reg tbh #twocanplayatthatgamehoney #childrenraisingchildren Ali: Nah, although loving all the macho threats of violence when my honour is at stake as of late...Is my drama letting you live up to your full brotherly potential? Welcome... Ali: TMI, give a shit, but I'm late on and I've thrown up a few times, not from the mother's ruin, like Ali: hahahahahama'sgonnakillmeisn'tshe Ali: whatthefucklike Tommy: Who you kidding you're the blatant fave & lbr if the lord's got his specs on should be even more so for following her shining example like Tommy: honor thy father and mother and all that Tommy: who doesn't love a mini me Tommy: especially one who can sing every sperm is sacred with perf pitch Tommy: Amen! this aint 1850 pass the roasties gdi! Tommy: all we want for christmas is carbs Tommy: OH MY CHRIST NOT AGAIN Tommy: 😧 Tommy: I know you're on your gap year but no need to be so literal Ali: Ha, please! Not Tess Vickers' fave. Da's, obviously, as he is mine, (babe). You and Joe are the momma's boys, always have been, you needy little babbas. Ali: A woman who doesn't love herself...damn, too deep, reverse, reverse! Ali: You'd be surprised how annoying an all-singing-all-dancing constant reminder of all your best and worst bits is Ali: Usually the best, which is happy-making magic, but when its the worst...GOOD LORDT. Plus its a reminder of the same in your other half, and we all like to overlook that shit now, don't we? *sips tea* Ali: God I am gonna go HAM with my 'cravings' this Chrimbo...what timing! Maybe I did plan this after-all Ali: but no, I did not Ali: But yeah...this is a thing I'm processing, thought I'd drag you down with me 🤷 Tommy: I was gonna be all like not with him probs dead in a ditch and me one audition away from getting cosy in a cardboard box but I better swerve too dont wanna spend the season with the samaritans on speed dial Tommy: you and fraze are the success stories savor it Tommy: honey I've got a mirror Tommy: and near constant feedback from them in the know Tommy: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tommy: that's calebs chrimbo gift sorted then yeah? Ali: Lordy, I know we're Irish but there's no need to be that fuckin' maudlin, Tommo Ali: Oh, you wanted an idea for Da but that is SO Fraze's prezzie Ali: Just tell him that, all day. Money can't buy that kinda happiness Ali: The spirit of the Holidays Ali: Them in the know don't know shit Ali: I mean...gift or curse? Ali: We've only just got back on track, this is probably going to derail the whole damn caboose Tommy: everyone's a critic and there's only one shane macgowan I hear ya Tommy: I reckoned you meant a mirror for a sec I was like uh huh he's got that one covered love 😏 Tommy: Hey! That's mine covered 🙋 just repeat that back to me Tommy: those clueless cunts Tommy: Nah he'll be buzzing esp if he gets another girl Tommy: there's only one Rio but he's shameless ha Tommy: leave the cursing for ma she'll be doing plenty once she's done stuffing your stocking with contraceptives Ali: Mhmm, save it for the improptu karaoke when we're all feeling merry on the day, like Ali: Lmao, he'd live in a 360 degree view changing room if he could Ali: How millenial of us! Lets just gift each other with positive affirmations Ali: Maybe...Gah Ali: Whatever, whether he deals or doesn't, doesn't change the fact I am with child again and yeah, Caleb's reaction is the least of my worries Ali: I'm going to be going to Uni abroad with 3 kids...damn Ali: If I don't get locked away for my own good, of course Tommy: 😇 Will do Tommy: I reckon that's the goal when he 'makes it' Tommy: scrawl it on my personalised starbies cup and have done babe Tommy: You're grand it'll just be one hell of a plane ride Tommy: 🍀 & 🤞 Tommy: OH SHIT WAIT Tommy: the whole Caleb reaction thing has me thinking...not to be rude but Tommy: it is his yeah? Ali: It better be Ali: Aside from the Drew incident I didn't shag anyone else Ali: and we used a condom Ali: I mighta been several sheets to the wind but I hadn't lost my whole goddamn mind Tommy: thank christ for that Tommy: imagine trying to play happy families with that twat Ali: Amen Ali: Yeah that isn't the life I've signed up for Ali: Bitches forget I already got a ring on my finger, like Ali: Legal or otherwise Tommy: Beyonce is here for your union Tommy: good enough for me Tommy: low key proud of ya not to be an enabler but like Tommy: I'll happily hooray you getting Drew to put something on it too god knows where that fuckboy's been Ali: Thank you! I will take that hooray because I literally had to mum Ro's arse and tell her to do the same every time Ali: AND had to do it in such a way it didn't sound like I was saying as much, like, your boyf is a cheater and we all know it sweetie Tommy: ugh 😷 glad you did though I hear your next door nemesis had to get herself to the clinic sharpish & i don't reckon she'd spread gossip that'd make her out to be riddled Tommy: 🦀🐛 Ali: 🤢😤 Unsurprised on both their behalf there but low-key furious Ali: he knows how that bitch treats Ro, and always has done Ali: there's being a cheat with any random hoe and then there's that...is it me or is that next-level careless? Ali: To the point it looks like he's doing it to hurt her, I'm sure he's just ignorant but, like, what the fuck?!!? Tommy: RIGHT? Tommy: like I don't doubt she ain't telling him all the ins and outs of her childhood drama but still Tommy: even with more brains than biceps he's gotta have a clue or two Tommy: OOOPS ACCIDENTAL COMPLIMENT Tommy: I'm offended on my own behalf Tommy: almost as cringe as once thinking he was hot 🤓😳 kms Ali: Yeah but it ain't like he's not been here...and she's still a cunt to Ro now, so Ali: Tries to be to me but who's listening, Bitch I'm deaf all of a sudden??? Ali: Hahahahaha Ali: He's attractive, to the point its kinda fact more than opinion so I don't think you're alone on that score Ali: If the notches on his bedpost are anything to go by...and I fucked him so can't be judging, consider your sins absolved, no hail mary's needed, maybe a few bloodys when I next pin u down for an IRL debrief? Ali: Oh wait, a bitch can't...I'll make it a Virgin Mary...WHEY! Tommy: True and I know he ain't got a bitch muted 'cause I aint rn either 👀 & my specs are on when I'm scrolling Tommy: I see what I see Tommy: 😞 Tommy: Fuck it lets go dancing Tommy: bounce that bump while you still can Ali: 'Course not, gotta 'low the bitch to slide into dem dms on the reg, if for nothing else than the ego boost Ali: 😒 Ali: I need that, lets go lets go lets go, its been TIME since I got to go out and not take the bubs Ali: I'll have to see who can have 'em though... Ali: Can't be mum, really selling how responsible a parent I'm gonna be to 3 by throwing 2 at her and fucking off to partay Tommy: SAMSIES...not that I'm going out with 2 kids on the reg but y'know Tommy: we on it 💃 Tommy: Dial up their daddy Tommy: he'll step up while we step out I'm sure Ali: Sure, just the one, like #oosh! toosoonforbants? Ali: Can but try, I'll get back to you when he replies Ali: Ooh, what are we gonna wear Tommy: I've got my elf cossie if I can only squeeze in Tommy: you could pin a red letter on if you've got something that won't clash 🤔 own that guilt like a good catholic 📿 Ali: Ooh, festive AND appropriate for my situ, I like it. Tommy: A for advent sweeties 😘 Tommy: can you cut my hair though I looking like the grinch if he was a blonde blue eyed dreamboat Ali: And Awesome! And Ali! And Ass! 😎 Ali: Obvi, you never could rock the long hair look, remember that dark period in time 😂 Ali: Can I try something slightly new tho? 🤔 Tommy: why the feck not gotta at least look ready to mingle like Tommy: 💔😂 Ali: Dubo not gonna know what's hit it and ya mans gonna know what he missing when I'm done with you! Promise Tommy: I'll hold you to it Tommy: no pressure Tommy: oooh maybe we could go shopping 😀 Ali: You know I'm winning boys back like its my business Ali: well, boy singular but that's enough, right? #greedybisexual Ali: I am always down for killing time snapping up killer #lewks, lets do it man Tommy: yaaaaaaaaaaas Tommy: careful I might hold you to that too #tipsfrommybabysiskms Ali: baby be wise tho 💞 where u at i'll come get u Tommy: about a lot of things yeah 👍 nws I'll come at you I need the exercise #aintforgotyoucalledmeafattylike Ali: alright well, RUN FORREST RUN Tommy: 🏃

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