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cerise-on-top · 2 months

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more team up tickles for shadow company and kortac but it’s just Reader getting attacked?

I wrote a Shadow Company fic on accident. Sorry. I'll post something for KorTac tomorrow, if I remember to do it. But even then, it'll only be Horangi and König. König because I love him, and Horangi because I've written team up tickles with him and König before.

Shadow Company Team Up Tickles

It’s not that unlikely that some of them would take a little bit after Graves. Some of them would be confident and cocky. Some of them would become rather touchy. Some of them would become playful. It’s not that uncommon for the Shadows to goof around a little bit. They’ll playfight plenty, and tickle fights are not unheard of either. Sometimes the Shadows make plans regarding who’s going to be their next victim. Usually it’s Graves, but sometimes their goofy boss joins in on the fun. However, today you seemed a little more on edge than usual. Although nothing in particular may have happened, you were still a little pissy. A few Shadows have approached you already, trying to soothe your anger with hugs, cuddles and kisses. Angry as you were, you turned them down. So naturally, more drastic measures needed to be used against you.

You were in the training room, silently seething as you stared at the punching bag. Could you really let out your anger like that? Or would it only be a gateway into something worse? You weren’t sure. With earphones in your ears, you opted for finding the right song instead. Something aggressive. Some form of death metal would do. Distracted by the device in your hand, you ignored the majority of the world, as you had been all day now. With a sigh, you could feel the anger rising yet again as you were unable to find the correct song to set the ideal mood. Had it been up to you, you would have thrown your phone on the floor and smashed it into a thousand bits and pieces. The music you were currently listening to wasn’t nearly aggressive enough. You needed something to rip heads off to.

A tap on your shoulder and you turned around. Met with a cocky smile, you were not quite in the mood to return it, you found yourself face to face with Phil, a few Shadows entering the training room behind him. Although you would have loved nothing more than to ignore him, you took out your earbuds.

“Looking a bit stressed there, sugar.”

“Phil, I am this close to killing someone. What is it?” Holding back a sigh, you counted the Shadows behind him. There were three. 8-4, 7-2 and 2-3. The three that tried to cheer you up today. You were fairly certain they were up to no good, even if you weren’t quite sure what they were going to do. Regardless, you wanted nothing to do with it.

Phillip slung an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “Just needed to cheer you up a little. Can’t have you sulking around all day, after all. Give us a smile and we’ll leave you alone.” There was quite a bit of strength to him, you likely couldn’t pull away from him if you tried.

“Nothing to smile about in my life. I’ll be fine, just leave me alone. I’m just gonna blow off some steam tonight and by tomorrow I’ll be back to my usual self, I’m sure of it.” On the one hand, you wanted to lean into him. On the other hand, you wished you could have just weaseled your way out of his grasp. In the end, you opted for staying completely still, letting Phil do as he pleased.

8-4 walked up to you, gently taking your hand in theirs and placing a kiss on top of it. “We’re gonna leave you alone once we’re certain you’re not gonna blow the place to smithereens. For now, just relax, we’ll take care of everything.”

7-2 was wearing her usual, cocky grin. Oh, she thought she was so much better than you. She had something planned. They all did. If you spent any more time with them, that’s when you were going to blow up the company and everyone in it. 2-3 seemed shy, as per usual. Had you not been so angry at nothing, you would have assured him that everything was going to be alright. Not that you understood how someone as anxious as him was such a capable soldier anyway. Sweet as he was, you couldn’t believe he was such a good leader.

Now it was 7-2’s turn to speak up as she made her way towards you. Standing still right in front of you, she put her hands on your hips. “Sweetie, you’ll be leaving this room with a big smile on your face, I’ll personally make sure of it.”

“And how are you going to do that, bastard? I woke up ready to murder someone.”

Slowly, she ran her fingers up your sides, tenderly holding onto your ribs. “I have my ways.” That twinkle of mischief in her eyes did not go unnoticed by you. And all of a sudden, it hit you.

“Don’t you fucking dare, asshole,” you snarled, baring your teeth. As much as you loved her, as much as you loved all of them, you couldn’t believe just how stupid all of them were.

“Oh, I think I will.” Her eyes showed nothing short of madness as she held onto your wrist. She was considerably taller than you, considerably stronger as well as a result. No matter how much you fought, no matter how much you struggled to break free, she slowly brought your arms above your head. “You’ve insulted me for the last time today. You’re gonna apologize to us all, won’t you?” Even as you tried to kick her, she did not budge.

Phil released you. “2-3, your turn. You’ll be starting off nice and slow. Maybe you can get our beloved little Shadow down onto the ground. You have two minutes. Make them count, soldier.”

“Fuck you! All four of you! I’m going to get my revenge on all of you once I get out of her fucking grasp. You dumb brute, I’m going to make sure to give you nightmares!”

You could merely watch as 2-3 placed himself behind you. He put his hands under your shirt, waiting another few seconds. “I’m sorry, but you kind of deserve this today.” And with that, he skittered his fingers over your sides. You jerked away from his touch, closer to 7-2. 2-3 was gentle, you wanted to punch him for it. Although you squeezed your eyes shut, you did not giggle. No, you were much stronger than that. What kind of soldier would break after the first few gentle touches? As he drew circles on your tummy, it quivered a little bit. No matter how close you pressed yourself to 7-2, he always found a way to get you there. When he ran his fingers across your back, you hid your face in 7-2’s shoulder.

“Damn, if you wanted a hug so bad, you could have just said so.”

“Shut- Shut up! I’m concentrating here!” That cunt honestly had the gall to hold both of your wrists in one hand, snaking her arm around your waist and squeezing your side rapidly. Unfortunately, that was enough for you to push her away, falling right into 2-3’s arms. As you stepped back, he placed a leg behind yours, making you trip. Although he may have caught you, he still lowered you onto the ground, making you even more vulnerable. Naturally, 7-2 took this as an invitation to straddle you. However, other than that, she did nothing. None of them did.

“Good job. 8-4, would you like to have a go solo? We’re all going to to wreck our little grump together afterwards.”

“Don’t you fucking dare humiliate me like that,” you growled, spewing poison at those snakes. They had the antidote to it, however, as they didn’t even flinch.”

“I’m gonna hold our little sugar cookie down, you do as you please, alright?” No matter how much you thrashed, no matter how much you tried to buck her off, 7-2 stayed right on top of you.

8-4, that bitch damned to an eternity in hell, kneeled down next to your feet, taking off your shoes. “You know, all of that could have been prevented easily. Just be nicer towards us next time and we’re gonna be nice to you too! Even though I think we’re being merciful towards you right now, we’re just making you smile, love!” And with that, they started scribbling away at full speed, never even once considering your feelings.

You tried to kick, you tried to thrash, but it was no use. Biting your lip so hard, you drew blood, you started to smile.

“Aw, darl, you’re looking mighty adorable with a smile on your face. It suits you!” You didn’t even notice as Phil knelt down beside you. “Just let the damn break, we’’ll all be happier if you do.” And with that, he dug his fingers into your armpits. You almost screamed when he did that. Clamping down your arms, curling your toes, it was soon too much for you and you actually started laughing. Grabbing Phil’s hands, you almost always missed. And when you did grab one? Bastard held your hand for a few seconds, giving it a few reassuring squeezes before going back to tickling you. “Look at you, you’re so cute. We should get you good like this more often.” He cooed. As much as you despised that fact, he sounded as though he was being honest. But then again, he wouldn’t be torturing you like this if he didn’t enjoy it.

Another two pairs of hands joined in, one tickling your ribs and your stomach, alternating between those two spots, and the other going for your other foot. One pair of hands was gentle, drawing small circles on your soles, gently caressing it, the other pair was rough, drilling into your ribs, vibrating there and being rather unrelenting.

“Will you apologize now?”

“You should laugh more often. We should do this more often!”

“I’m not being too rough here, am I?”

“No, if anything, you should be rougher. Hold the toes back like this and scratch like that.”

You screeched, tears welling up in your eyes. The sensation was overwhelming.

“PLEASE STOP!! I’M SORRY!! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!!”

And with that, all eight hands ceased their onslaught at once. Panting, you just lied there, eyes closed.

“You better not have pissed yourself.”

As much as you would have loved to retort with a “shut up”, you stayed quiet. If you had been rude, you might have had to go through this again.

“You cheered up now?”

“Yes, I’m… I’m sorry.”

You were being sat up and held against someone’s chest. Judging by their scent, it was likely Phil. Wrapping your arms around him, you hid your face in his shoulder. Although he may have been an idiot at times, your commander still stood for safety. He could always make the others go away, should he feel more merciful now. Another hand rubbed your back.

“We didn’t go overboard, did we?” You didn’t respond.

“Oi, fuckface, you do realize that just about the entire base would help you get back at us, right? You better keep that revenge close to your heart, I wanna get a good fight out of you next time.” Cunt. And yet you loved her for being so stupid. And yet you loved all of them, despite being the greatest morons on the planet. They were your morons, and you were theirs.

“Do you want me to bring you a snack? Maybe some water? Wouldn’t want you to be too exhausted, after all.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. But thank you.” Snuggling more closely into Phil, you slowly calmed down.

“Let’s get you to bed, shall we? Do you want me to carry you?” His voice was teasing, but you knew Phil would have carried you to bed if you said yes. It was tempting. Being in the arms of your strong commander sounded nice. But then again, a small snuggle pile with all four of them sounded ideal right about now as well.

You ended up heading to bed either way, surrounded by all four of them. Although they may not have joined you with sleeping immediately, making sure you were alright for the majority of the evening, they did eventually. You loved your boyfriends, your girlfriends and your partners. Although they were bastards, each and every single one of them, you could always count on them. On the battlefield as well as on base.

#cod #cod x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #shadow company #shadow company x reader #SC is a big poly group in this #I've written a lot of tickle stuff. this is the third tickling request I've gotten so far. but I don't mind #I once actually wrote some pretty lengthy HCs of Gaz as a lee and a ler but I never posted them #I have a few for Ghost as well actually #people seem to actually like my cod tickles quite a lot which surprises me #pretty sure some of them are kinksters. it's a comfort thing more so than anything else for me though #I'm so tired but writing this kind of cheered me up actually #not my best work but it's acceptable enough #I'm so tired. but I'm looking forward to writing König tickles tomorrow #sorry for the lack of enthusiasm today. I'm really tired but I wanted to get this done #I was actually going to write HCs but it turned into a fic. people don't usually mind that too much though #anon see it like this: your request inspired me enough to write a fic which is really rare #more tickles tomorrow I suppose. I don't have any requests right now anyway which is good #gives me more time to focus on everything else

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thetriplets3 · 1 year

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hey :) how about writing a fic with chris where they're both just super oblivious - like they're just friends in the start and then maybe matt and nick notice that chris acts a little different around the reader and matt tells her that he has a feeling chris likes her <3 idk if that makes sense at all heheh, thank you

❝𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

matt, nick, and chris are the most constant thing in my life and they have been since we were 8. my relationship is different with each of them.

matt is the one i go to when i’m having a bad day, when i want to chill and not be around the madness that is his brothers, the one i go to for help and advice with mental health and feelings. he understands what it’s like and always makes sure you’re okay. matt notices the small things no one else does, he’s just thoughtful of everyone around him.

nick is the one i go to for life advice, when i need to get something off my chest and rant he’s there to listen and validate my feelings, the one i go to when there’s things i want to do that matt and chris don’t want to do. nick always brightens my darkest days and he knows how much he makes my days better he’ll do anything to cheer me up.

chris is the one i go to when i need a distraction from life. chris will goof off and pull out all his best jokes to get a laugh out of you. despite being the most energetic and chaotic of the boys, he can be a softie and calm when he needs to. being the youngest sibling he’s definitely the most clingy and loves physical touch, and will gravitate towards whoever he’s closest with and be stuck to their side. it always makes my heart flutter when i’m the person he feels most comfortable with to be soft and vulnerable. any feeling i had for the boy growing up pushed them away knowing he was my best friend and would only ever see me as such. despite this he’s my boy.

growing up with the boys i’ve basically had 3 body guards wherever i go. they always check in on me if we’re out, if i haven’t seen them in a few days. i’ve noticed chris is always the first to notice if anything is slightly wrong, always being the first to help me. he’s been that way since we were kids.

third person pov:

chris has never been great with saying his feelings and the thought of having to tell you he likes you, scares the shit out of him. apart of him has pushed that thought to the back of his mind, opting to just express his feelings without words.

for years the small gestures of affection from the pair went unnoticed. gravitating towards each other like a ground point, keeping an eye on each other, willing to drop everything for the other. he refused to be the first to break a hug wanting to hold her forever, or until she let go. he cheers for her when anything good happened to her, because she deserves everything good the world has to offer. he cheers for her at the top of his lungs. that’s his girl.

she was his girl and he was her boy, and neither of them knew.

it wasn’t until one night her and the boys were having a movie night and piled on the couch. she was curled up with her head on his chest being held by chris, with matt and nick on the other end of the couch.

matt looked over at his younger brother and the girl he considered a sister, rolling his eyes.

“hey y/n can you help me fill the popcorn and get more drinks?” the boy asked.

“of course once chris lets go of me” she said pointedly to the boy clinging to her like his life depends on it.

with a huff the boy the boy let go, holding her hand until she got too far away to reach. matt placed a popcorn bag from the cupboard into the microwave before lowly talking.

“i need to tell you this because i want you to be happy and for yours and my brothers sake i want you to make a decision that’s good for you” he looks at the girl for a sign of confirmation that she wants to know. “chris has had feelings for you for the last 12 years and he was too scared to say anything and it’s just painful watching you guys act all coupley when neither of you will tell the other how you feel and don’t say you don’t because i know damn well you do” he stared at her, waiting for a reaction as he takes the popcorn out.

“oh. really? so i was crazy to think he’d never see me as more than a friend. you wanna know something? it’s always been him. i didn’t want to lose him or you guys so i never said anything and just accepted that i’ll only have brief moments affection with the guy i dreamed of forever with” she sadly smiles, wishing this happened 12 years ago. “i’m not bringing this up with him, i can’t risk losing you guys. i’d rather be friends than nothing at all. it’s been 12 years, he’s 20 now and popular on the internet there’s so many people for him to pick from, not some crush when he was 8”

she was in denial. as much as she wanted to believe matt, she wouldn’t believe it until it came from the boy himself. brushing those thoughts off she carries the drinks back to the couch where she hands out the drinks.

it was a few days later when matt called chris into his room to “hang out” which was a guise for an interrogation. “you had a crush on y/n when we were little, didn’t you”

“how could i not, always have, always will. i’m scared of losing her. the thought of telling her i love her and knowing there’s a chance i could never see her again, i couldn’t do it. whether i keep it to myself or i tell her, she’ll always be the first one i choose. it’s always been her and it always will be”

“listen when i tell you this, the feeling goes both ways. i’m not saying anything more, just please talk to her you two deserve to be happy”

and with that the younger boy sat for a second weighing his options. nodding to himself, he gets a pat on the back followed by a “you can do this, kid”

°•. ✿ .•°

it was a chilly, raining afternoon. the two laid in each others arms enjoying the radiating heat under the heavy duvet. the office reruns playing quietly in the background, neither paying too much attention to it as thoughts filled their heads.

“hey uh can i tell you something?” chris asks.

“you can tell me anything, i’m all ears” she turns her head, trying her best to make eye contact without leaving his hold.

“i’m just gonna say because it’s been too long already, i have loved you since we were 8 and i was too scared of losing you so i never said anything but it’s always been you. i don’t have eyes for anyone but you”

“it’s always been you chris. i love you” she said as he leans his face down towards hers, crashing his lips on to hers.

“i know this is 12 years too late but will you be my girlfriend?”

“about time. of course i will”

she was his girl and he was her boy, and they both finally knew.

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @abbie13sworld

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #lots of run on sentences #not edited

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its-all-or-nothing94 · 1 year

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Formual 1 / MotoGP Fusion - Part 6

Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love?

Pre-Story - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N: Some pics are just random people - I know, I know, but they fit ;)

Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)

Warnings: none

Taglist: @laneyspaulding19, @luciaexcorvus, @raizelchrysanderoctavius

💥 Love Triangle Chronicles Continue: Y/N Y/L/N Kisses Carlos Sainz After F1 Miami GP, but Y/L/N's Twitter Comment Leaves Fans Bewildered! 💔😘

😱 The rollercoaster of emotions continues as conflicting signals bewilder fans, while Pierre Gasly's defense adds a new twist to the love saga! 💔🤔

In a stunning turn of events after the F1 Miami Grand Prix, the love triangle involving MotoGP star Y/N Y/L/N, Charles Leclerc, and Carlos Sainz has taken yet another dramatic twist, leaving fans utterly bewildered. After an exhilarating race where Leclerc finished in P7 and Sainz secured P5, a captivating picture emerged, capturing Y/L/N congratulating Sainz with a tender kiss on the cheek, fueling the belief that they are more than just friends. However, Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter has cast a cloud of confusion over the entire affair, leading fans to question the true nature of her relationships. 💔😘🤔

The image, capturing the intimate moment between Y/L/N and Sainz, sent shockwaves through the racing community, with fans leaning towards Team Sainz as the preferred romantic interest for Y/L/N. Hearts shattered and emotions ran high as fans passionately declared their allegiance to their chosen driver in the hopes of capturing Y/L/N's heart. 💔💑🔥

However, just as fans were beginning to celebrate the apparent confirmation of the Y/L/N-Sainz romance, a surprising tweet from Y/L/N herself threw everything into disarray. In her comment, she emphatically stated that she and Sainz are merely friends, leaving followers in a state of confusion and raising questions about the true nature of the kiss shared after the race. 🤔💔

Adding another layer of intrigue to the already complex love saga, Charles Leclerc's best friend and fellow F1 driver, Pierre Gasly, stepped forward to defend his companion, asserting that Sainz and Y/L/N are indeed just friends. Gasly's intervention only served to further complicate matters, leaving fans wondering if he is trying to protect his best friend's interests or if there is more to the story than meets the eye. 🕵️‍♀️🔍

With conflicting signals and a web of emotions entangling the racing world, fans are left with more questions than answers. Will the true nature of Y/L/N's romantic connections ever be unveiled, or will this love triangle continue to confound and captivate us all? Stay tuned as the high-octane drama continues to unfold both on and off the track! 🏁🌟

yourusername22 ☑️ Le Mans Circuit Bugatti, France

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yourusername22 Great Q2 with @jackmilleraus on P4 and P3 for me! We gonna rock this race @ktmfactoryracing!!

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ktmfactoryracing 🥳👏🏼👏🏼 We’re so proud! jackmilleraus 👏🏼😁

marcmarquez93 You almost got me, goof yourusername22 Lucky you! I’ll get you tomorrow 😉

motogp Finally we’re back! 💪🏼

charles_leclerc Well done! 👏🏻

f1baaabe Okay, me literally screaming, everytime Charles interacts with Y/N!!! 😱😱😱 amex798 Right? I wanna finally see them together!

🌟 Leclerc's Surprise Appearance at MotoGP Le Mans: Charles Supports Y/L/N as She Secures P3 in Qualifying! 💥🏍️ ☑️

😱 Love triangle takes a backseat as attention turns to an unexpected MotoGP rendezvous and Y/L/N's impressive performance! 🤩

In a stunning twist to the ongoing love triangle saga, F1 star Charles Leclerc was spotted at the MotoGP Le Mans in France, putting the focus momentarily on the racetrack rather than the tangled web of relationships. The Monagesque driver surprised fans as he appeared to support his rumored love interest, Y/N Y/L/N, who delivered an impressive performance by securing P3 in the qualifying session. 💥🏍️🇫🇷

While rumors of a romance between Y/L/N and Leclerc have been circulating, the attention temporarily shifted to their professional endeavors as Y/L/N's outstanding achievement took center stage. Fans were captivated by her prowess on the track, leaving the love debate momentarily on hold. The electrifying atmosphere at Le Mans was charged with excitement as Y/L/N showcased her skills, leaving spectators in awe. 🏆🌟

As the dust settled from the thrilling qualifying session, attention inevitably returned to the ongoing love saga. Fans, who had been leaning towards Team Sainz after Y/L/N's affectionate gesture at the F1 Miami GP, were left pondering the true nature of her connections once again. Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter stating that she and Sainz are just friends added another layer of confusion, fueling speculation and raising questions about her interactions with Leclerc. 😘💔🤔

Adding to the intrigue, Charles Leclerc's best friend, Pierre Gasly, previously defended Sainz and Y/L/N's friendship, leading fans to wonder if his presence at the MotoGP race was a subtle show of support for Y/L/N's racing achievements rather than a romantic gesture. The love triangle saga continues to twist and turn, captivating fans with every unexpected development. 💔🔥🔄

As the racing world eagerly awaits the next chapter in this enthralling narrative, the focus now shifts back to the MotoGP Le Mans race itself. Will Y/L/N's outstanding performance on the track translate into a victorious finish, further intensifying the love triangle storyline? Buckle up, racing enthusiasts, for the journey is far from over, and the final lap promises to be the most exhilarating yet! 🏁🌟

#MotoGP x Formula 1 #MotoGP #Formula 1 #Formula 1 x oc #Formula 1 x reader #MotoGP x reader #MotoGP x OC #Marc Marquez x Reader #Carlos Sainz x Reader #Charles Leclerc x Reader

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pupkashi · 2 years

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friends to lovers

includes gojo satoru, nanami kento and fushiguro megumi

a/n: hi hi !! thank you for the lovely request i had sm fun writing this !!! a bit lengthy so i apologize in advance ,, srry if it’s a bit ooc but let me know what u all think <3 i live off feedback

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gojo satoru !

the friendship you and gojo had felt easy

you never felt the need to try to have conversation, there was just always something to talk about and there was never a dull moment

the two of you had found the perfect balance of goofing around and being partners in crime while having deep conversations and comforting each other during rough times

anytime the two of you were together there’s either be a smile or a scowl on your face (mainly because he was being reckless during a mission or making one too many bad jokes)

the great gojo shift, as you called it, happened after you had one too many shots and gojo looked much more attractive than usual

we’re his arms always that toned? had his chest always been this firm? “y/n? you need some water?” sapphire eyes looking at yours, full of concern and care had he always been this gentle with you? “I’m fine thanks bro”

that night gojo tucked you into bed after you’d thrown up twice, figuring you wouldn’t remember anything by morning he placed a kiss on your forehead “sleep well y/n” he turned to leave but not before you giggled

“you’re so pretty toru, think i like like you” pink dusted his cheeks and he tried to fight the smile on his face, leaving to sleep on your couch

when you woke the next morning your head throbbed, and then your heart clenched as you recalled the forehead kiss

you hadn’t remembered calling his pretty or confessing your feelings, and gojo didn’t want to bring it up, deciding it was time to take matters into his own hands

after that night gojo doted on you a bit more than others, sure he’d always been caring but now he’s show up at your door with your favorite snacks in hand, he’d ask you to hang out just the two of you

“i like your outfit today” “did you do your eyebrows?” “are you wearing a new fragrance?” small comments like that only made your feelings grow

your touches began to linger on each other, when you’d hand him a paper his fingers would brush against yours, he’d hold your hand in crowds when he’d never done that before his excuse being how would i survive if my y/n isn’t with me?

you would FaceTime call more often, missing each other when you hadn’t seen each other in a couple days which was rare

at some point gojo got frustrated with the little progress, he just wanted to kiss you and hold you close and call you his

he just wanted to love you

so during a movie night you’d planned gojo turned to look at you, causing you to turn and smile at him

“what is it?” “have you always been this pretty?”

your world was turned upside down, your heart racing as he watched you process the words

“i like you, y/n” he spoke, leaning a bit closer to you after you hadn’t said anything for a couple seconds “what?” gojo smiled, “you called me pretty then told me you liked me that one night when you got drunk”

your face was burning and your hands flew to your mouth in shock “and you just didn’t tell me i said that!?”

“i liked you too so i thought i should let things progress naturally!” he pouted, “but naturally was too slow and i just-” he sighed, “i just wanna be yours, if you’ll let me”

the words rung in your ears and you didn’t think twice before pressing your hand against his cheek, tangling your fingers in the nape of his hair and pulling his face closer to yours

you both smiled into the kiss, giggling as you pulled apart from each other

“so, i take it that’s a yes?” he teased and you rolled your eyes, placing a kiss on the top of his nose and nodding “definitely yes”

nanami kento !

you’d met nanami at your own little bakery, seeing the man come in quite often and ordering almost the exact same thing everytime

after a couple weeks as you were calculating his total you made small talk, cracking a bit so funny joke that had your ears burning and nanami’s lips curling into a small smile

after that interaction you two began to talk more at the register, usually slipping in a free pastry or two when he’d say he was gonna work late that night

small talk turned into conversations when it was just the two of you

“can you try this for me? it’s a new recipe I’m testing out” “this is the best thing I’ve ever had in my life”

even after he quit his office job and the bakery wasn’t on his way to Jujutsu high or his apartment, without fail he’s stop by at some point of the day

nanami always felt so relaxed around you, not feeling the need to act so mature and let lose when you two would hang out

“we’re closed sorry!” you called out one night, looking and finding your favorite costumer smiling at you, “nanami! didn’t know it was you, thought you weren’t coming today so i just sold my last couple items” you frowned and he waved you off

“no worries, it’s my fault for coming so late, got stuck at work” he smiled and you returned it, placing the last couple of things in their spot before finishing cleaning up for the night

“have you had dinner?” he asked, looking at you with hopeful eyes, you shook your head and he smiled, “would you wanna go get some? with me? right now?” the dim lighting only accentuated his facial features and you felt like a giddy little kid in a candy shop as you nodded

dinner was fun, catching up and telling anecdotes, getting to know each other a bit more

you ended up hanging out outside of work more often, catching movies together, getting lunch or dinner together

you’d text more often, the two of you considering the other your closest friend

it was during an afternoon walk on your day off that nanami’s breath caught in his throat as you smiled at something he said, the sun rays hitting you just right and you looked like the most beautiful person on earth

“kento? did ya hear me?” your voice snapped him out of his thought and he shook his head, “what? sorry was thinking about this uh work thing we’ve been stuck on” your eyes lingered on him for a bit, but you decided to not push him

for you i was when you two went to watch a movie you’d been wanting to see, catching the last one available for the day, nanami showing up at your apartment in black crewneck with a t shirt under and some loose fitting jeans

“ready?” you nodded enthusiastically, putting your jacket on and heading out the door, not even halfway to his car he yawned and you looked at him

“y’know we can watch it another day right? if you’re tired we don’t have to go” you reassured him, thanking him softly when he held the car door open for you

he turned the car on and smiled at you, not wanting to ruin your excitement just cause he was tired, “I’m fine y/n! promise”

the theatre was quite empty, not many other people wanting to watch a movie at 11:45 pm on a Wednesday night

within the first five minutes of the movie you looked at nanami, who had fallen asleep in a position that would definitely make his neck hurt when he woke up

as quietly as you could, you lifted the small armrest between the seats and ushered him to lay as comfortably as he on against you

kento mumbled a bit, curling into your side and staying fast asleep on your lap

that was when you realized you had very real romantic feelings for your number one supporter / customer and best friend

your hand moved almost on instinct to let your fingers run through his hair, watching as his face relaxed at your touch

with loud booms and crashes from the movie, nanami didn’t move a muscle, even the flashes of lights from the fight sequence didn’t bother him

you stopped paying attention to the movie, your eyes focusing on the man asleep on your lap, taking in every detail and feature, drinking in his beauty

the flashes of light illuminated his face, your breath taken out of your lungs when he smiled a bit, nuzzling into you a bit further

as the movie came to an end you gently shook him awake, whispering a small “kento” he stirred a bit, his eyes blinking open but by bit before the realization of where he was hit him

he sat up quickly, apologizing profusely as you shook your head, shaking your hands to stop him

“no no it’s okay really! I’m just glad you trust me enough to relax and sleep around me” you beamed, your kind eyes causing his worries to melt away and god this isn’t how you feel about best friends, this isn’t how you look at best friends this isn’t how you think about best friends

because all he was thinking of is being in your arms again and kissing you softly and slowly and waking you up with a kiss and making you breakfast and-

“I’ll drive home, you can crash at my place i don’t want you falling asleep behind the wheel” you spoke, taking the keys from his hands and unlocking the car, he didn’t bother arguing, he knew how stubborn you could be

as you arrived to your apartment you unlocked the door and invited him in, giving him some pillows and blankets

the two of you parted ways after a bit, as you laid in bed staring at the ceiling with thoughts facing through your mind, and maybe it was because he was right outside in your living room or maybe it was because it was 3:54 am and you were slightly insane

you got out of bed, swinging your door open surprises to see nanami’s hand lifted as if he was about to knock on your door

your heart raced, your palms were a bit sweaty as you opened your mouth to talk, only to close it and grabbing the collar of his sweater, crashing your lips together

nanami didn’t hesitate to return the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck

the two of you pulled apart, trying to catch your breath, making eye contact with each other and you smiled sheepishly

“guess we had the same idea huh sweets” he laughed, his voice a bit raspy from his tired state, after a bit more kissing and a lot more confessing feelings the two of you fell asleep in your bed, wrapped in each others arms

fushiguro megumi !

you and megumi were just casual friends, not best friends or anything but you two didn’t hate each other

you’d always thought he was cute but you never said anything, only hanging out when mutual friends would invite the both of you, even then you’d never talk much

when your friend group had invited you to the amusement park nobara smiled at you, “fushiguro’s gonna be there” you rolled your eyes at her, “okay? what’s that gotta do with me not going” she frowned, “you like him don’t you? this is your chance!” She squealed and you shook your head, “so you’ll go right? please?” you sighed, reluctantly nodding your head

when the day arrived you found yourself being seated next to megumi during the first ride, you noticed how tightly he was making his seatbelt, pushing the safety bar down three times just to be sure it was really safe

“you nervous?” you smiled at him and he looked at you with a small pour on his lips before scoffing, “me? pfft, no” he spoke, but you didn’t bring up the slight tremble in his hands

“okay, well if you by any chance do get scared, you can always hold my hand” you offered, watching as his ears turned pink

by the first drop in the rollercoaster megumi’s hand was intertwined in yours, eyes squeezed shut as he willed himself to not scream in fear, your giggles caused him to open his eyes, taking in how happy you looked

you hair was all over the place as you smoothed it down, taking your free hand and doing the same for the sorcerers spiky hair

megumi let go of your hand, mumbling an apology and smiling at you a bit

the rest of the day the two of you spent talking to each other, sharing a funnel cake and sitting next to each other for every ride

after that day the two of you got closer, talking more often and hanging out just the two of you

megumi always felt giddy around you, a smile always on his face when you would explain to him the plot of a show you wanted him to watch

your feelings for him were always in the back of your mind, gnawing at your heart when you would take in just how good he looked in an outfit or when he’d place you on the other side of the sidewalk so you weren’t next to the street

megumi liked you, he knew that much, but how do you confess to one of your only friends without ruining your friendship? and so he found himself reluctantly knocking at nobaras room door

she had a shit eating grin on her face as he explained his predicament to her, megumi was about to get up and leave when she yelled at him to stop, promising she would genuinely help him out

and so there you were, the two of you seated on his bed, making light conversation, giggles escaping your lips as he made a stupid joke gojo had told him earlier

there was a beat of silence and the ambience of the room shifted, your stomach plummeting as you realized what was coming, had nobara told him you liked him? was he gonna cut you off? the worst case scenario ran through your head as you tried to calm yourself down

“i like you” he broke the silence, his palms were embarrassingly clammy and suddenly his body felt too hot, his ears were burning and his heartbeat felt more obvious than usual

“what” the one word response made you wanna hit your head on the wall, “not a bad what! just what? like… what?” your rambling causing your cheeks to heat up

you took in a deep breath before looking up at the raven haired boy, “me too” you internally winced at your words once more

the two words were enough for megumi to stop holding his breath, a smile forming on his face and relief washing over his body, he finally looked up at you, his face still burning and heart still racing

“o-okay” was all he could muster, the two of you sitting awkwardly for a second before you broke into a fit of giggles, megumi looking at you with a wide smile

“what’s so funny?” you could hear the smile through his words as you contained your laughter

“we just told each other we both like each other and somehow made it extremely awkward” megumi gasped and shoved you lightly, you fell onto your back and continued to laugh

you sat up and looked at him, shoving him slightly, megumi only smiled and grabbed you, pulling you on top of him as he fell over, you squealed, holding your breath as the two of you stared at each other

your faces were inches away, you could hear his erratic breathing, taking in the way his eyes looked up at you in the most loving way possible, the way his eyelashes seemed to fan against his cheeks, you made the mistake of looking at his lips

you couldn’t stop yourself as you placed your lips against his, your eyes closing

both of you giggled into the kiss, your teeth knocking into each other a bit but neither of you minded, only smiling wider when it happened

you pulled back with a smile, megumi only snaked his hand behind your neck, pulling you down once more and crashing his lips onto yours, kissing you once more, this one with more desire than before

you both pulled away breathless, both of you chuckling, you moved off of him, sitting next to him as he sat up to lean against the wall

“y/n, will you be mine?” he asked, still nervous as me uttered the words, you nodded, a smile on your face

“only if you’re mine too” he smiled as you peppered his face with kisses, a laugh escaping his lips as you continued

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The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 12

i just realized that a couple of the old chapters have some formatting issues but i'm not sure where, so ig they're staying there until i get it pointed out or find it T-T. but anyways, WOAHHHH WE'RE HALFWAY THEREEEEE~. can't wait to finish with this because the climax keeps building. as always, reblogs and likes are appreciated! enjoy <3 ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Trigger Warning: None

Content Warning: Possible Death, Illness, Swearing

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Chapter 12

Patton was going to be honest, he hated the idea of having a crush on Logan. It made his skin crawl with the uncertainty of how his feelings would one day be happy to see Logan, and the next be absolutely devastated. He had crushes before, but not like this. Not like him.

He thought the worst part about the idea of having a crush on Logan was the fact that he knew Logan wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings back. Logan was too apathetic, too robotic, too studious, too reserved. Not only that, but he didn’t know anything about Logan. Sure, Patton knew his favorite color, but he didn’t know Logan's darkest secrets or what Logan wanted to study. Yet, Patton couldn’t stop talking about Logan to all his friends.

He knew that everyone was already getting annoyed at how much he could say about Logan. It was already annoying to Patton to continue talking about Logan. Patton learned more just by observing Logan. He wore the same style every day, with a pair of khaki pants (or jeans if he was feeling risky), dress shoes, a black polo shirt, and a tie. He almost looked like he was wearing a school uniform, but the tie was always different. Logan even had a system. Dark blue on Monday, light blue on Tuesdays, black on Wednesdays, brown on Thursdays, and finally striped dark blue and light blue on Fridays. On occasions, he would wear a goofy pattern that had anatomical brains or of books, which Patton admitted was the best on Logan. It gave Logan personality that he severely lacked with such roboticism.

However, after Patton dumped paint on Logan and had felt bad, he realized how pretty Logan looked in the outfit Patton picked for him. He looked more like himself in the clothes he had stolen out of his own closet. Even if it was Patton's style, Logan decided not to wear the cardigan over his shoulders the same way Patton did. Instead, he wore the cardigan like it was supposed to be worn and it looked sophisticated on him. However, it was short lived as soon enough, Patton found a bag filled with neatly folded and freshly washed clothes containing the outfit Patton had given Logan.

Patton decided to try to make it his goal to help Logan feel like he belonged in the world. Because it seemed the way Logan was dressing and the way he was acting was not the true way Logan wanted to act.

-+=~=+-

“Hey guys, what’s going on here?” Patton asked as he walked up to the group huddling. Logan and Virgil were in the middle with notes, with Remus and Janus over them, looking at the notes.

“We’re discussing Remus’s illness.” Logan spoke, pointing to his neatly written notes about what he’s gathered.

“I’m currently stuck with him.” Janus clicked his tongue as he lifted his hand to show Remus’s hand intertwined with his. “We can’t let the ghost hear.”

“Tragic.” Remus grinned at Janus to show that he was almost ecstatic to try and goof off with Janus, but Janus was keeping him from doing just that.

“And yet somehow, you guys don’t seem too sad about it.” Patton remarked as he patted Remus’s back, “You feeling alright, kiddo?”

“Yeah.” Remus nodded, looking up at Patton, who yelped and leaped back.

“What?” Logan looked up immediately, a flash of concern fading away as soon as he saw Patton was unhurt.

“Wait…it’s not there anymore.” Patton raised an eyebrow.

“What’s not there anymore?” Virgil asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Sorry. It’s just that….for a second, I swore I could’ve seen something engraved on Remus’s forehead. It looked like a symbol.”

Janus and Remus exchanged a knowing look.

“What did you do to see that symbol?”

“I just pat Remus’s back.” Patton muttered.

“Okay, stay still and try not to jump.” Logan muttered before he motioned for Remus to do something. Remus reached out and gripped his arm, just tight enough so that Patton couldn’t move it easily and just loose enough to not hurt him.

Patton watched as the symbol faded in, and soon enough he could see it on everyone around him. “Everyone has symbols.”

“Can you write Logan’s down?” Janus and Remus asked at the same time.

Patton accepted the pencil that Logan had given, and he opened a new page for him to write it down.

As soon as they did, Logan, Janus, and Remus read it. It almost sounded synchronous.

“憦.” They all murmured.

"Wait, how do you know Chinese, Logan?" Janus raised an eyebrow, "I had to learn it because it was my power and I forced Remus to learn it."

"I took 2 years of Chinese because I already knew Spanish and Latin. Our school does not offer French, therefore I chose to learn Chinese." Logan remarked, almost as if it was obvious.

"How do you already know Spanish and Latin?" Patton asked with curiosity. "That would make you quadrilingual."

"Because my brother learned Spanish, so I learned it to tell him he was stupid in several other languages. Latin, I learned to help me ace the SATs. Are you telling me you haven't learned more than two languages?"

"Alright, before we get severely off-topic, what does that character mean?"

“It’s the fate of regret.” Janus explained, “I think Patton can see my power.”

“There’s no way.” Logan replied as he went to touch Remus’s arm. Immediately, he blinked. “Hey, Virgil, check this out.”

Then, all four of them were holding onto Remus, and were all staring at each other’s foreheads.

“死.” Logan murmured, earning a kick from Janus.

“Who has that?” Remus asked, his shoulders tensing up.

“You.” Logan stared at the symbol above Remus’s head.

“Janus told me that mine was 爱.”

“Maybe it changed.” Logan looked away, clearly haunted by what he had seen.

“Please explain to the two people that cannot understand whatever language that is.” Patton scowled.

“As you know, we're looking at Chinese characters." Logan replied, “Patton, your symbol is 爱. The fate of love.”

“Great!” Patton felt his heart swell. Maybe that meant he'd have amazing luck in love.

“No, not great. It’s not a fate really.” Janus murmured, “It’s a curse most of the time. Those marked with 爱 are destined to be cursed when it came to love.”

Patton screamed internally, knowing that it meant that it was probably why he had awful luck in his crushes with Logan being the worst of the pile.

“So what does Remus’s mean?” Virgil asked.

“Death.” Logan murmured, “He has a mark of death.”

“The mark of death, the baby’s breath, the favorite sun…” Remus murmured.

Logan scribbled something down in his notebook before turning to Remus, “What are you talking about?”

“Hm?”

“The rhyming. The mark of death, the baby’s breath, the favorite sun poem.”

“Oh…it’s just something in my mind. It’s nothing really.”

By the way Patton saw Janus look at Remus, he knew it really wasn’t nothing, but he wasn’t about to call them out if Remus wasn’t ready to talk about it.

Logan let go of Remus, “Either Patton or Virgil, try to touch the other instead of Remus.”

Virgil moved his hand two inches until he was only touching Patton, “I can still see the marks, even if I’m not touching Remus.”

Janus turned to Patton, holding his arm out, “Let go of Re and hold onto me instead.”

Patton stared at him, watching the symbols fade away as he let go of Remus. Then as he made contact with Janus again, he blinked. “I can see the symbols. They went away as soon as I let go of Remus, but they came back upon touching Janus.”

“Interesting.” Logan murmured before he walked over to grab onto Remus’s wrist. “You can let go of his hand, Janus. I need as much power as I can get. Once you see my eyes turn a different color, I need you to grab onto me. I want to see if something happens.”

“Your power of precognition?” Patton raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was a passive power.”

“When Remus’s power strengthens my magic, it allows for a vision.” Logan murmured as he readied himself, relaxing. Almost immediately after he did, he blinked and his eyes flashed into a different color. The beautiful brown that came from the dirt he used to plant flowers changed into a dark blue he saw in the ties Logan wore on Monday and Fridays.

Janus took that time to grab onto Logan’s wrist as well, and soon Patton was put forth into a vision.

It was a dark room. Patton could see Logan, sitting against the wall in chains, yelling out someone’s name. He looked worse than usual. His clothes looked like they had been worn for the last five days straight and his glasses were nowhere to be found. His hair was a mess. He looked tired and as if he could fall asleep at any minute, but still, his body persisted because his mind didn’t seem to want to fall asleep.

“Caleb!”

Who was Caleb? Did Logan trust him?

“Come out, you bastard, and face me!” Logan shouted. The room echoed.

Then, out of the darkness, there was a light that shone directly on Logan. He had to blink before he stared at the man in a black tux, holding a cane. The man's hair was slicked back, and looked about 40 to 50 years old. He grinned, using his cane to lift Logan’s chin up, “You smart little boy. Thank you for using my name.”

Logan moved his face away from the cane, glaring, “Where’s Patton?”

“Ah yes, your beloved-”

“He’s not-” Logan began frustratedly.

“Of course not.” Caleb scoffed, rolling his eyes as he cut off Logan, “It’s just that you came all the way here under the pretense of thinking he was in danger because of me.”

“Under the pretense…so you don’t have him?”

“No, you dolt.” Caleb scoffed, hitting Logan’s head with the cane, causing the cane to scrape against his head. He flinched in pain, but even after the cane drew blood, he didn’t scream of pain. “You’re the bait for him.”

“Why?” Logan croaked, “There is nothing I could offer him. I have been nothing but cruel to him all his life.”

“Oh, but you’re wrong. He was the first one to authorize a search party for you. He is still looking for you, even when the search party disbands for the night. Even when your parents have stopped looking for the night to get some rest, he shows up to school after getting an hour of sleep with no luck of finding where you were. Right now, he has been a mess since you’ve been gone.”

“It doesn’t make sense.” Logan scoffed, “You’re lying.”

Caleb rolled his eyes before he waved his hand and suddenly, Patton was on screen. He was walking around a hill, calling for Logan. Patton could see the bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders drooped. He looked like he was about to collapse but still continued, trying to find Logan.

“Patton!” Logan tried to reach out to the mirage, being pulled back by the chains still clasped to his wrist.

“Believe me now, sweetheart? He cares about you because to him, you have been kind.”

Logan swallowed, his expression different than before, “Leave him alone. Leave Remus alone. In fact, leave all my friends alone.”

“Sure, but that risks you forever losing contact with your brother.”

“What?” Logan’s voice cracked. “Leave my brother out of this!”

“Unfortunately, I can’t. He's a ghost, so he’s under my territory. He may not know it yet, but I have complete control of him.”

“What did he ever do to you?” Logan let the emotions in his voice take him over. He sounded angry and sad. He sounded like he was feeling for once in his life, “He was a good kid. He had a good life. He had good potential. Why is it that he should have to be under your control when he has been nothing but good his entire life?”

“Why, he has control over you, and you have control over Patton.”

“I didn’t know Patton before Roman’s death!” Logan scoffed.

“Because I made sure of that.” Caleb rolled his eyes. “Everything has been laid out for your life, for your brother’s life since you were born. Because I knew you were the one thing most important to the special one.”

Recognition flashed in Logan’s eyes, as he tried to process the saying. “He’s the special one. Patton has something you want.”

“Yes and I am going to get it, no matter how long it takes or how difficult the task is.”

“He doesn’t deserve this.” Logan shook his head, “You can’t do this to him.”

“Oh? But I already am.” Caleb grinned, turning around and snapping his fingers. The lights went out and Logan coughed, collapsing to the ground. Despite it being all dark, with no idea of where Caleb was anymore, Patton saw the flame that burned within Logan’s eyes. The determination burned in his soul, and he knew that whatever he was up to, he wouldn’t allow anyone else to come in the way of his plans.

Patton blinked, coming out of the vision and looking around to see everyone staring at him.

“You were in that vision a lot longer than we were.” Remus remarked. “Your eyes turned brown.”

“What color of brown?”

“My color of brown.” Logan replied as he pulled Janus to grab onto Remus again as he separated from the group to go write stuff down. “What did you see, Patton?”

“Well…a vision.”

Logan rolled his eyes, “I mean, in specifics.”

“Uh…if you got the vision, shouldn’t you know?” Patton asked, not really wanting to remember the vision. The man, whoever he was, terrified Patton.

“That’s the thing though. While you were still in your vision, we were all discussing. We all had different visions.” Janus began.

“Well…Logan was in a dark room. He's chained to a wall, and he looks like he’s been there for a few days. He doesn’t look like he’s slept, but he has been well fed. He yells out for someone named Caleb to come out. A man in his middle ages walks out and they have a conversation together.”

“Anything important in the conversation?” Logan asked as he was scribbling in his notepad.

“Apparently, to Caleb, your life has been laid out from the very start. So has your brother’s. He can see ghosts because he knew about your brother being a ghost. He can definitely control the afterlife, and he seems to have a lot of powers. He was able to create a mirage, and other things.” Patton shrugged, “Oh, and he mentioned I was the special one?”

“Shit.” Janus let the word slip out of his mouth.

“What?” Logan raised an eyebrow as he finished scribbling it down.

“Nothing.” Janus squeaked, “Let’s talk about the others’ visions first.”

“Right.” Logan sighed, “There’s an earthquake in mine. Everyone is trying to escape…except for me and Patton.”

“Where are you two?”

“Don’t know, but clearly in the middle of the earthquake because someone tries to go back for me, only to be stopped.” Logan muttered.

The other visions consisted of nicer things like the six of them hanging out, but Virgil’s was especially horrifying.

“All of us collapsed on the ground unconscious. The only one awake was my ghost friend. He tried going to each of us to try and get us to wake up, but no matter what, we wouldn’t. I wouldn’t. We looked scratched up. Logan looked the worse off. There’s blood pooling from him. My ghost friend tries so hard to wake me up to try and help him. Then, a scratchy voice mentions that there was no way for us to wake up.” Virgil shuddered, “It belonged to a ghost. A different, evil one.”

Patton blinked, “What kind of a scratchy voice?”

“It sounded like an older man, who sounds like he constantly has flem in his throat. He sounds like he’s always on the verge of coughing in front of my face.”

Patton blinked, “Does he have a deeper voice and an accent when he pronounces his ‘th’s?”

“Yeah.”

“That ghost is Caleb.”

“Caleb has to be the ghost inhabiting you then.” Janus turned to Remus.

Remus made a face, “Who decided it was a good idea to put a Caleb in charge of everything?”

“Don’t ask me.” Patton held his hands up in the air, defensively. “I wasn’t in charge of naming him.”

“Alright, that’s not a problem. Patton, I know you have connections. Find anything you might have on a Caleb that died around his 40s to 50s. Virgil, connect with your ghost friend and see how they’re doing on finding out about a way to contact the ghost.” Logan ordered the two.

Patton blinked. “Sorry what?”

Logan flicked his head, “Go.”

“Now?” Patton was caught off guard.

“Yes, now!” Logan huffed, pushing Patton away, “I’ll see you later. I need to talk to Remus and Janus alone. Go.”

“Alright, you’re so pushy.” Patton chuckled as he walked out of the area, deciding to help Logan out.

-+=~=+-

Patton walked into the detention room, fully expecting to see no one else in the room. Instead, he found Logan sitting at the front of the classroom, reading next to the teacher’s desk where their principal sat.

“Oh, hello, Principal Sanders.” Patton sat down near the front of the classroom.

“It’s come to my attention that you haven’t made up any of your 60 hours.” Logan's mother raised an eyebrow, “Mr. Morris, I’ve also learned you’ve been tormenting my son and that’s what most of those hours have come from. I will now be supervising all detentions until you make up all 60, and this is a warning to-“

“Mom!” Logan yelled, slamming his book shut, “I already told you, he’s the furthest from bullying me. Stop threatening to suspend him!”

His shoulders seemed tense, and everything about his position showed he was hostile.

“Honey, I know that you are friends with him, but I think it’s perfectly unacceptable that-“

“No. You don’t get to say that.” Logan scoffed, standing up, “I thought it was weird that for the first time in forever, you decided to try and do your job as a principal. Patton doesn’t deserve the punishment you give him because I have been endorsing this behavior.”

“What are you talking about-”

“Let me finish.” Logan glared, standing up from his chair, “Maybe if you stopped living in your little bubble and for once looked outside you would see that I am not myself when I’m around you.”

“Well, sure you’re quieter, but that comes with grief.” His mother began.

“No, I’m not just quieter. I don’t feel like myself anymore, Mom. I don’t even think I feel and it didn’t come from grief.” Logan’s voice cracked, “And for once, Patton gave me that ability to feel again. Even if it was annoyance, or some sort of irritation, he let me feel and he let me be myself around him. I could’ve gone away with not giving him a fair amount of detention hours, but the truth is that I enjoy spending time with him, and the only time we can spend time together is through detention hours. It helps the both of us, because I get to feel like myself for one second that I don’t have to keep a wall of perfection around him, and he gets to feel safe in an environment where there’s no yelling. He’s a little troubled, and sometimes he lashes out in a way I don’t enjoy, or sometimes we go head to head because the both of us can’t communicate in a proper way, but that isn’t his fault. It’s yours. It’s Dad’s. It’s his parents’. We are like this because of you four, and he shouldn’t be punished for something that I purposely inflicted on myself.”

Patton was speechless. He didn’t know that Logan had felt that way about him. He didn’t know that while a part of Logan was helping Patton escape from his parents, a part of Patton was helping Logan escape from his.

“Mom, just go.” Logan sighed coldly, turning around and looking up in an attempt to not let the tears fall out, “I can deal with all of Patton’s detention hours. Fix them to where they’re accurate to the number of hours he’s supposed to have. I’ll do detention how it’s supposed to be and I’ll have him write the behavioral statements for an hour before he has to stay silent and do his homework. Just…don’t suspend him or put him on warning.”

“Logan-”

“Go.” Logan adjusted his glasses to the top of the his nose, closing his eyes.

Logan’s mother sighed, walking out, “You better have that fixed by the end of the day.”

Logan didn’t answer, still facing away from everything with his eyes closed until he was certain his mother was out. Then, he turned to close the door and walked back to the desk to pull out a box of chalk. “Alright, Morris, you heard me. You know the statements. Go ahead and fill the entire board.”

He took out a chalk and placed it gently on the table before going back into his book. Patton treaded carefully, knowing that if he tried to ask if Logan was okay, it might end in either Patton getting punched or Logan walking out, never to be seen again.

Instead, Patton grabbed the chalk and started to write the sentences he knew by heart. Logan had made him write the sentences for the first 15 hours that he served detention before he was over it and allowed him to do whatever he wanted, as long as his homework was done.

He was not even a sentence in when he heard Logan sniffling and Patton turned to see Logan trying to wipe his eyes before the tears could fall out. Then, he knew he would take the risk of bodily harm if it meant he could comfort him, and calm his aching heart.

Patton walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around Logan and squeezing him.

“What are you doing this for?”

“I’m sorry that I’m a little annoying all the time, and I’m sorry that I haven’t been the best at keeping my promise of being a little kinder to you.” Patton mumbled, “But my goodness…you just have to tell me that you want to spend time with me. If I knew that I was your escape, I would’ve spent every day after school in detention with you.”

Logan didn’t say anything, but Patton felt something cold hit his hand, and he turned a bit to see Logan’s face streaked with silent tears still falling down his face.

“Jesus, you idiot.” Patton snorted, pulling the boy closer and squeezing him tighter. Logan’s arms wrapped around him as well, and he tried to ignore his pounding heart to continue comforting the boy. “Just tell me next time. I would’ve helped. I’m so sorry.”

Logan choked out a sob, burying his head in his chest as he let it all out. All the regret, grief, and anger built up inside of his for the past four years finally released and for the first time ever, Patton saw a gateway into who Logan really was.

“There, there, let it all out.” Patton mumbled as he rubbed his back.

Patton didn’t care that his shirt was being used for a tissue, nor did he think about the fact that Logan was currently hugging him like his life depended on it. He cared about the fact that Logan had never felt like himself and he wanted to give Logan that experience.

“I’m sorry.” Logan murmured.

“Take all the time you need.”

That sentence was enough to establish the relationship between his and Patton. It was enough for Logan right now. It was enough for him.

-+=~=+-

Patton stared at the post-it hung in his room. Although the rest of his house was a mess, his room was the only thing neat, organized and color coordinated. The only thing out of place was the white paper hung up on his corkboard in the middle with Logan’s name and number on it in his neat handwriting. He had yet to need to use it, but he had stared at the number so much that he had it memorized to heart.

Then again, he always had a good memory.

However, a phone call interrupted his thoughts.

Without looking at the caller ID, he picked it up, “Hello?”

“Patton. It’s Janus.” his voice sounded worried.

Patton took that time to look at the caller ID, knowing for a fact that he had never gotten Janus’s number. The name “Remus Porter” lit up and it clicked in his head. Remus had given Patton his phone number after they were paired up together the last year for a class and although they never used it again for each other, it came in handy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you doing anything right now?”

Patton heard a crash in the living room, along with the yelling he had learned to block out. “Yeah, why?”

“That sounds bad. Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Patton pressed the phone to his shoulder and cheek as he went to grab the shoes he hid in his closet. He learned that he should always have a way to escape his house through his room. He started to put it on, “What do you need?”

“Remus is in the hospital. Just…come here quick.”

“Wait, wouldn’t you need Virgil and Logan though? They know everything related to his illness.”

“It’s not that. I know everything there is to know about Remus’s illness too. The doctors just aren’t listening to me. They don’t understand that Re will die if he gets put on more pain killers. Just please…come quick.”

“On my way.”

Patton rushed over to the hospital, getting there in less than 5 minutes on foot. He was always a fast runner, and he attributed it to the fact that he had longer legs. It came with the advantage of being tall, and also living close to the hospital.

“Hi, sir, what can I help you with?” The nurse asked as Patton came into the hospital all breathy.

“Where’s Remus Porter being held?”

“Sorry, sir, but the family only permitted relatives to see him.”

“Patton! There you are!” Janus’s face melted into relief, “Remus is in the ICU and I need you to see this for yourself.”

Patton stared at the nurse who sighed, allowing him in and he rushed to Janus, “See what?”

Janus just rolled his eyes as the two of them dashed to Remus’s room where Remus was. He seemed weak, especially attached to all the machines. There was no one else in the room, but the room seemed so loud with the heartbeat monitor continuously beeping.

“Re…I brought Patton.” Janus’s voice was gentler than usual.

“Patton.” Remus croaked, holding his hand out. Patton slowly took it.

“Hey buddy. You don’t look so good. You feeling alright?”

“Shut up.” Remus laughed, “Don’t be like everyone else.”

No quip. No dirty saying. Nothing. Remus truly wasn't feeling good.

Patton snorted, “Janus called me over.”

“I caught a fever from school. Since my immune system is weaker because of my cancer, they have to look me over.” Remus coughed.

“That’s not the problem.” Janus murmured, grabbing Remus’s hand as well. He watched as the Chinese symbols soon appeared on both their heads. “The problem is that he doesn’t feel any better when I am in contact with him. He still feels just as weak, if not even more, and look at the symbol above his head.”

He watched as the symbol of death faded in and out of existence. When Patton could see the symbol, it burned bright red, almost like the color of fire. It looked like it was burning Remus’s forehead.

“Woah.”

“Usually, his symbol goes away after some time of physical contact, but that’s not the case now. And usually it’s not that color.”

“It looks bad. What does that color mean?”

“I’m not exactly sure, since the only place I’ve seen it was on Logan, and he’s very unreadable. I’m guessing it doesn’t mean something too good though. Right now, I think that it means that it means you’re closer to your curse.”

“Yikes.” Patton sighed, “How long they keeping you on bed rest?”

“Until I get better and then a day after.”

“And you don’t think you’re going to be good anytime soon?”

“Nope.” Remus laughed, turning his head to sneeze.

“Bless you.” Patton snorted, “So what you’re telling me is that he’s on the verge of death right now?”

“Everytime he eats a new painkiller, his symbol glows brighter.” Janus murmured, “The doctors won’t stop. They just keep putting him on different medications, hoping one will just stick but it won’t and it’s only hurting him.”

“How do you want me to convince them?”

“I don’t know. You’re charismatic though! You’re the class clown, everyone loves you! You’re the fun, loving Pat! There’s got to be something that you can do!” Janus begged, “Please.”

Patton sighed, “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

Remus sneezed, and a nurse came through at that moment.

“Ah, have you brought reinforcements?” The nurse raised an eyebrow, “You have to give some reasoning to him. He’s saying we should get him off the painkillers. It’s almost a death wish for someone with cancer.”

“Except Remus’s a special case. His heartbeat’s weaker and faster ever since you started giving him painkillers. Sure, he may be sneezing less, but his blood pressure is higher. I know you’re recording everything related to his health every hour and giving him new medicines, but the thing is that it’s getting harder and harder to measure them, and you’re afraid that you’ll be sued for getting him off, but you’re actually killing him right now. Do all four of us a favor and stop giving him it. Otherwise...I'm sure you wouldn't want to see me disappointed, missy."

The nurse raised an eyebrow looking at the clipboard in their hand. They sighed, and stared at Janus, “Be glad that your friend here has better reasoning than you.”

With that, the nurse took Remus’s blood pressure and wrote down his heartbeat before leaving.

"Fun, loving Pat to the rescue." Patton flashed a smile at Janus.

Janus sighed before admitting, "Thank you. I couldn't have convinced them without you."

"Of course, Janus! Anything for my bestest friends. If that's all, I'll be going out then."

"Wait, Patton?" Remus coughed as he tried to sit up.

"Yes, Remus?"

“Can you keep this a secret from Logan and Virgil?” Remus asked.

“Why?”

“I haven’t been the most truthful about my illness.”

“What do you mean?” Patton was very concerned now.

“The ghost that’s sucking all my power…has been contacting me more recently when no one’s around. He’s getting more powerful. I can feel him fighting back against my powers, against the painkillers, and more. I feel him fighting back against the blockage of everyone, but Janus.”

“You…don’t want to tell Logan or Virgil? Why? They’re helping you!”

“And I’m so grateful for that, but there are things I just can’t explain to them. I'd rather joke around about my illness and say weird and out-of-pocket things instead of facing the truth that I am dying and there's no workaway around it."

“I’m the least knowledgeable about your illness.”

“That’s exactly why. You won’t try to find an explanation or anything. You just accept it, and will try to help me find a solution. The other two are too obsessed with finding out why it’s like that before they find how to help me.”

Patton sighed, “Logan can see through my lies, so I can’t promise…but I’ll try to keep it a secret.”

“Thank you.” Remus seemed relieved.

Janus rubbed Remus’s forehead, “Alright, get some rest. I’m going to talk to Patton outside.”

“Have fun.” Remus murmured.

The pair walked outside, and Patton turned to Janus, expecting him to say something.

“How’d you know all those things about Remus? I didn’t even pay attention.” Janus asked.

“I didn't. I just winged it, and used a bunch of terms I thought Logan would use.” Patton snorted.

“Nice.” Janus smiled, “I’m not going to stop you from telling Virgil or Logan about Re in the hospital. He’s too important for me to lose. I know Virgil and Logan are going for the slower approach, but I know that approach is probably a stronger cure than the one that Remus wants. He wants a quick and easy way out of his suffering, but it’ll be temporary. Logan wants to find out why so he can find a permanent solution. Virgil wants to make sure that nothing like this happens to anyone else again. I get his point of view, but I also get theirs. I want Re to get better now, but I know that it won’t help him in the long run, and even if we expel the ghost, there’s a chance we could end up hurting someone else. It’s your choice to make on the matter.”

Patton hated the fact that it had to be his choice.

“I trust you either way. I believe we’ll make the right decision.” Janus pat Patton’s back, “I promise you that either way, the group will find a way to get over your choice.”

“Thanks.” Patton gave a small smile. “I think I'm going to head out now. Let me know about anything that changes.”

“I will.” Janus smiled weakly. Patton could see a look of terror and worry flash in Janus, and Patton just pulled Janus into a short hug.

When he left the hospital, he opened up the phone app.

Then, he started to type in numbers. One by one, he typed in the phone number he memorized.

Hovering his finger on dial, he took a deep breath, and let it fall onto the button.

He answered right away and Patton caught a breath, waiting for him to speak.

“Hello?” Logan’s voice sounded sleepy, almost as if he was either just waking up or about to fall asleep.

“You sound awake.” Patton joked.

There was shuffling on the other side, and Patton concluded the boy was still in bed. “Shut up, Morris.” he murmured, “Sundays are my recovery days.”

“You picked up, even if you didn’t know my number?”

“Usually, the person on the other end answers first, and then I reply afterwards, based on the voice and what they say. It has to be someone I know for them to not want to say anything after dialing me first.”

“What if it’s a stalker?”

“They’d have to get through my father who has an extensive knowledge of guns, and me who was trained to use a firearm since I was 10.”

“Fair enough. Just to make sure, I haven’t crossed you enough for you to take out a gun yet.”

“Hm…” Logan yawned, “I’ll think about that.”

Patton couldn’t help the smile that came to his face, “Sorry for bothering you, Sanders.”

“Mh, you always do anyway. What can I do for you?”

“Ah, I can always talk to you later. You sound sleepy and I should let you get back to sleeping.”

“No, you’re already here. Just tell me.”

“You sure you’ll be awake to answer it?”

“I will be if you don’t keep stalling.”

“Fair enough.” Patton chuckled, “I wanted to ask about Remus.”

Logan groaned, “You’re going to make me get up to get my notebooks, aren’t you?”

“I am.” Patton admitted as he walked to a nearby park to sit down at.

He heard shuffling for a while before Logan answered, “Alright, I have gotten it, and have cozied back in bed. What do you need about him?”

“His social security number.”

“Be serious.” Logan scoffed. “I will hunt you down if I find out you made me do all of that for nothing.”

“I wanted to ask about how Remus was. Is he getting better?”

Logan was quiet for a second. “I didn’t need my journal for that.”

“Is it obvious?”

“He’s getting worse. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know the ghost is getting stronger, and there is nothing I can do about it. I’ve tried using precognition, but nothing is showing up. I think the rosary is affecting my powers too since my powers expel both negative and positive energy. The rosary sucks up any negative energy, which protects me from the ghost, but…it also hurts my power.”

“Have you tried it in the shower when you can’t have the rosary on?”

“I’m too paranoid to try taking it off. There’s no doubt I’m a target.”

“I’m sorry.” That was all Patton could say.

“Is that all you wanted to say?”

“Uh…I got records for a Caleb Covington. I’m not certain, but I think it’s our guy. He looks like the dude I got in the vision, and he matches the description, but at the end of the day, he could be one of the workers or pawns for the ghost that’s possessing Remus.”

“Specific details?”

“He died almost 120 years ago in this city, in a freak magic show. He was a magician, apparently he was very well known for being charismatic. After he died, mediums would see him all over the place, and he was seen as pretty friendly. Then, people started to notice that he started to be worse off. Then, one day, he completely disappeared. That happened about 10 years after he died. Then, 30 years after that, ghosts started to disappear. Then, they disappeared completely about 15 years ago, and mediums started to move out of the town. Virgil’s probably the only medium in town right now.” Patton cited off all he could remember from the research he did with his friend who had access to records.

“Huh.” Logan mumbled and he heard scribbling noises being picked up by the mic.

“Did you bring a pen into bed with you?”

“Of course I did. The pen was attached to the journal. I’m not stupid.” Logan scoffed, “Right…thank you for telling me that. I’ll keep my eye out for that.”

“Let me know if you need anything else.” Patton replied numbly.

“I will definitely come to you.” Logan mumbled as he shifted.

“I should really let you sleep.” Patton thought it was endearing that Logan still listened to him fully despite still being half asleep, “What time did you go to sleep last night?”

“Ungodly hours.” Logan sighed, “Are you sure you don’t have anything else you want to tell me? I can hear it in your voice that there’s still something.”

Patton thought about it. Logan knew him too well, but he was also respectful. If Logan believed Patton wasn’t ready to tell him or didn’t want to, Logan wouldn’t press it.

Then, Patton remembered the mark that burned above Remus’s head, and he remembered Janus’s pained face, and the trust Janus had in Patton to make the right choice, and he knew that Remus’s safety was worth more than his pride.

“Remus is in the hospital.”

Logan’s steady breathing, picked up on the mic, hitched as he processed what he said, “Is he okay?”

“He definitely has been better.” Patton remarked, “He caught a cold, and I just only managed to convince the nurse to get him off the painkillers that seemed like they were killing him."

“Good. He shouldn’t be on any pain killers. I told him to stop taking the ones he got from his doctors. He should’ve known his rights. He could’ve refused them himself. Why did he have to be so stubborn and get you to have to convince the nurse?”

“I don’t know.”

“Jeez, Virgil told him to be careful around others because it’s flu season. His immune system is already at risk since we told him to stop taking any of the ones he gets from the doctors treating him.”

“You sound like a worried mother.”

He could practically hear Logan rolling his eyes.

“He’s okay, genuinely?”

“Yeah, for now. I just think that we might need to hurry the process of catching this ghost off guard because right now, he has the upperhand. If it is truly Caleb, he is continuing to get more powerful, and he’s not going to stop until he’s gotten what he’s wanted.”

“Right…” Logan trailed off, yawning again.

“You should go to sleep, Sanders. Sorry for keeping you awake.”

“Mhph, it’s fine.” Logan shifted in bed, “I’ll talk to you later though. I have a lot of thoughts about this.”

“Me? What about Virgil?”

“I’ll talk to him about it after I get more details. Until then, I’ll be sleeping again.”

“Alright. Good night, Logan.”

“Good night, Patton.”

With that, the two hung up, leaving Patton to be smiling at the thought of letting Logan be in his contacts now.

-+=~=+-

Patton liked to think he had a good sleep schedule, but that was later refuted by Logan calling him at 3 am, and him immediately picking up.

“You should be asleep” was the first thing Logan said to him over the phone.

“So should you, Lo. Don’t you need your beauty sleep?”

“Just because I’m a hypocrite doesn’t mean you should point it out.” Logan remarked, “Tell me more about how you know that Remus is dying with the painkillers.”

“So you know how he has the mark of death above his head?”

“Uh huh…”

“In the hospital, it was fading in and out, when usually after some time, it just fades. Then, when it was visible, it looked like it was burning into his forehead, and the color was more of a reddish-orange fire color.”

“Yikes. What does that mean? Does Janus know?”

“Well no, because it had never happened until this year.”

“So Remus’s the first time he’s ever seen it?”

“No…he’s seen it on someone else.”

“Who?”

“You.”

Logan fell silent.

“And I’d love to tell you what I know and what he knows about that, but it isn’t something I can answer, because no one can read you. You don’t tell us anything about yourself, and I’m glad you feel safe with us enough to even talk to us, but please, Logan, Remus’s life is at risk and-”

“It’s probably related to my brother. I hold a lot of regret towards stuff I did to my brother, or stuff I said. I guess, I’d rather keep it away from me, and yet Janus always finds a way to make me feel bad again and remember all the promises I kept to my brother.” Logan sighed, “If that’s the case, and if I feel this intense amount of regret that makes the mark like that, then we need to do something about it. Let’s call a meeting.”

“Right now? At 4 in the morning?” Patton asked, staring at the clock.

“Remus is in the hospital right now, currently dying. Do you really want to stall?” Logan pointed out.

“Good point. How are we supposed to get in contact with them?”

“I’ll deal with that. Meet me at the clock tower at school.”

“How long is this going to be? Because you have to remember that we have school tomorrow.”

“Good thing tomorrow’s a school field trip for the five of us.”

“What?”

“Hey, I promised my brother I’d save the living, but I never promised my parents I wouldn’t abuse my powers. Remus is the living who is on the verge of dying, and I’m willing to abuse a few of my powers to authorize an unplanned school field trip that doesn’t use school funds for a club that does not exist.” Logan remarked.

It was the first time Patton ever heard personality in Logan's voice, and he knew that the Logan he used to be was coming back full force. ——————– angsty logan is my fav to write fr <3 (see porch tears for one example that's so real), but logicality will always be my fav ship, even if it's not really shown in how much i make these two be tortured. but remus having development and being in so much pain that he can't even make his jokes is so sadddd :((((. ANGST DOES GET BETTER LATER THO I PROMISE <3

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basedkikuenjoyer · 2 years

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2022 was certainly a year, and will always be for me a year I occupied some of my free time with an odd little obsessive journey. Taking a closer look at every panel of Okiku in One Piece. Idea being...she does a lot of fun subtle stuff. We’ve talked about folklore, world lit, connections with the rest of Wano and broader series, and all kinds of fun little references. We’ve come back from the from the brink of death together, saved a nation, lost a brother, and taken a nice relaxing bath before blowing off that battle people who are about to leave need to stay away from. I sure hope we see more Okikus along the way, but for the time being these are the 10 y’all liked best.

Under the cut I figured I’d go back and reflect, but first...I’ve had a lot of fun with this. Been an anime fan for like, 20 years now but never had my own little fandom project. Kiku’s special for me; already felt Robin was such a good personal tie but my god does something about a melodramatic prim and proper lady who somehow ended up like that despite a childhood keeping up with a bunch of brother figures resonate.

I love that my favorite is still #1. Spear tackling Kin is just...everything. Especially since we really do not see Kiku lose her composure that often in any circumstance. That was such a clean little early twist too. Just when you think the weird new girl’s going to bow out for a bit she pops back in making herself way more interesting. It’s also a great start to this running theme for her; the first time we see her with another Akazaya she’s putting that childish side on full display. It is kinda odd at the time, right? We’re used to Kin’emon being a major goof and before this Kiku’s been bubbly but incredibly mature. If each Act is a kishotenketsu plot, this right here is the biggest ten, or Yama.

Then in second is the other big one. Rising from a brutal injury. Think this one got a boost from the observation about Kin/Izo’s faces, it being the only time any of them use her full name. But you know...talking faces always kicked myself a little for not mentioning Kiku’s. Girl’s coming off pretty cocky during this segment!

Then...gonna be honest I’ve always been a little shocked about the one of Tsuru throttling Tama ending up #3. Early installment bonus helps and it seems like being a Kiku fan trends with stanning Tsuru. But it’s the early one people really dig. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hilarious. Here’s a thought I had later; initially I said how many times has Kiku seen this type of behavior out of Tsuru? No no no...Kiku’s probably been in Tama’s position getting throttled for being too humble and refusing food hasn’t she? Think a younger Tsuru ever dual wielded the siblings?

Thought it was cute to have a four-way tie for fourth. The three in red and the one of Izo’s grand entrance. Couple of weird ones, the innocuous Law one probably up here for being #100. Sanji, good memorable Akazaya panels. Seems we really enjoy ripping on Sanji here. So with Izo...was he like, perched up there waiting for Usopp to finish his speech? We’ve established these siblings understand the value of dramatic timing.

“DAIMYO!!” Is a classic Akazaya moment, though I like the procession more. And of course...the bath. Like, I’d be upset with y’all if the bath wasn’t on here. 1052 was a highlight of Wano for me. Didn’t really think about this as much before, but it’s interesting to see that shame motif quietly work it’s way in. We know that’s a pretty serious feeling to this group.

#one piece #okiku #every okiku

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skorchinq · 1 year

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Bows Only: Third Time’s the Charm

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Not only did we have a free Faruzan and a Ganyu banner in 3.6, but 3.7 brought the Ibis Piercer bow in the event and the third Yoimiya banner since this account began. Which of these banners will prove fruitful? Will we get Ganyu? Will Yoimiya finally come home after dodging us twice? Let’s find out...

First thing’s first, finally did the ascension quest! It brought us up to world level 7 and AR 52-- but nearly 53.

and of course, it didn’t take much longer to actually reach 53...

After this, I did something I haven’t done on this account in a long time... I actually played the Archon quest.

Excuse me sir... sir?

Got this crazy screenshot with two Paimons. Woah

Omgoose Hi Kujou Saraaaa hi hiiiii :3

I once again forgot my name was DavidBowie and choked

But anyways look at this incredible Ganyu piece I got!!

Our first max ascension character has got to be Amber, of course. And we’ve finally done it!

We even made some progress in the Abyss!

And after ages, I finally got the Inazuman craftable bow. It’ll be good for Yoimiya... one day...

We got the Liyue statues all the way up to Level 9! Which means we can finally complete chapter 8 of the adventurer’s handbook!

We’re pretty close to finishing chapter 9, too...

Oh I forgot about this until I found the screenshot making this post... this had me cackling. Someone joined my world, asked one question, and left...

idk guys, they may claim to be a simple wanderer who idolizes Kaeya_bulge26 on tiktok, but I kinda get the feeling that... do you think they might actually be Kaeya_bulge26 on tiktok??? I dunno...

Anyway I finished chapter 9

And got Tartag to max ascension!

And Kujou Sara to max friendship!

I then got a 5* on the standard banner! Can you guess who it was?

I hate everything

Back to the Archon Quest! Hi Teppei!!!

Bye Teppei I left to do the Brewing Developments Event

Ok we’re back! Hi Gorou!

Also this guy...

Don’t lie to me Nathan. I know what you are

Yes that’s right. Our time to fight side by side with Gorou has finally come. Not like he’s been here since the very beginning or anything

Venti’s max ascended!!

And I got a northlander billet fighting Boreas! since we already have all 3 bows that use it, we’ll use this to refine Amber’s weapon.

Teppei you goof

Gorou is max friendship as well!

It was then... that we finally got Ganyu!!

and a couple Fischl cons to boot!

And oh Archons we are at World Level 8.

Well, it should be no issue now that we have Ganyu. She’s strong, graceful, and most of all...

She’s great for collecting pigeon meat :)

Anyway. I got another gold on the standard banner, but unfortunately it ended up being nothing more than weapon fodder...

After that, we did the Interdarshan Championship event and got our free Faruzan!

I scrambled to get that event done in a single day... and in 3.7, the King of Invocations event was the same. tbh I was pretty burnt out w/ genshin for a while, I probably would have skipped the 3.7 event entirely if it weren’t for the fact that it gave a bow. I didn’t even bother to screenshot it cause it was late and I forgor. I did get it tho. It’ll be a nice Tighnari weapon when we get him.

And of course, given my pity was reset when I got Ganyu and I wasn’t playing much, it should come as no surprise that... yeah, I didn’t get Yoimiya on her banner. I did get her somewhere else, though!

You can’t escape me in TCG, at least.

Hey, we’ll get her next time. Fourth time’s the charm, right?

Now, 4.0′s coming up, and we’ve got both Yelan and Lyney to go for... I’m going to pull for Yelan first, but should we manage to get her I’ll pull for Lyney after! Since starting this account a year ago, we’ve lost every single 50/50 to Jean... but this patter will finally change on Fontaine. I believe it! I’m manifesting it!!! We WILL get Yelan!!! ...or at least lose the 50/50 to Tighnari instead!

Look, my standards are really low at this point. I just want bow characters man

Also fun fact! I’ve been trying to post this update for literal weeks, but I was experiencing some uhhh. technical difficulties

See, the post editor on web doesn’t let me add alt text. Everywhere on the internet says that there should be an icon with three dots you can click to add the alt text but there. is not. It doesn’t matter if I hover over or click the image, it doesn’t change, there is no icon to click on the image anywhere. But that was fine because it still worked just fine on mobile! So what I’d do for previous posts in this series is make the first draft of the post on web (because that’s where all the screenshots are), save, and then go back and edit the draft on mobile, adding alt text IDs then.

And here’s where the problem arises: recently, for no apparent reason, I can no longer edit or post drafts on Tumblr mobile. I can view my drafts. I can open them. I can change things. But no matter if I hit save changes or post now or anything else, Tumblr then experiences an error, it doesn’t post, and none of my changes are saved. It just goes back in my drafts the way it was before I edited it.

So, if I can’t edit drafts on mobile, I’ll have to do it on web. I quickly tested to make sure it worked, and it did! But I still. can’t add alt text in the tumblr post editor.

Until I had the idea to add alt text not through the post editor but through the Inspect element! Once again, I tested it out and it seemed to work. Adding alt text through the inspect element on web and then saving caused that alt text to show up when viewing the draft on another device! So, I finally was able to finish the post! Literally the day Fontaine drops!

I’m thinking of liveblogging my Yelan pulls. Which will be in like half an hour lol. So! Stay tuned for that!

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cljordan-imperium · 2 years

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And now to mine...I hope you enjoy <3

“I see you have met your guardians,” a deep male voice from across the room had her head jerking up and her yanking the covers up almost to her chin; which hid the two small beings that were now on her lap chirping happily. He held up a hand and gave a soft chuckle. “I’m sorry Amaya, I did not mean to scare you.” He then gave a short bow. “I’m Ollandrius, but most just call me Olly.” He gave her a warm smile, which she thought made him look like some kind fo Disney prince. Were men supposed to be that handsome in real life?

Brief flashes of the night before went through Amaya’s mind, and his face was in them. He was kind, warm, and she had a recollection of protection from him. She relaxed and lowered the covers some, nodding and returning his smile. “Sorry, I guess I’m just a little on edge. The last couple of days have been a little weird and…” she shut her mouth and her brows drew together as she tried to figure out how to even put it into words. “Eventful?” Olly offered as he stepped into the room, drawing out a light chuckle from her this time and a nod. “We kind of got that idea when Dartan summoned a couple of demons when he lost you in the forest. Although, your little friends there, and their friends, did keep you safe until we found you.” His smile had not faltered, and it made Amaya feel more relaxed. He wasn’t a small man, but she could almost feel goodness radiating off of him, safety. For Olly’s part, he was studying her, trying to see if there were any lingering effects of the mushrooms or being out in the forest exposed to the elements.

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry that I caused you or your friends any trouble. I goofed up a spell.” Her face fell and she looked at her lap where the little beings were snuggling against her and ran her hand through their fur. They even felt as soft as chinchillas. “This is all my fault, everything is is my fault.

“Or, you were given a bad one by someone that should not have been trusted. We’re looking into all the possibilities now. No more apologies, and no more sadness. You are a guest of the King and Queen, and there is no reason for it. When you are doing better a whole suite is being prepared for you. You’ll be taken care of here.” The poor human. She probably wouldn’t get to stay one. Like Delilah, existing in a world that she knew was full of monsters and demons would be too dangerous if she stayed one. If they couldn’t teleport her, staying in Imperium would most definitely be too dangerous, and it had nothing to do with the inhabitants. The mushrooms had proved that. Olly was worried about her.

“Uh…what about Dartan?” Were they going to make her live with him? He hated her. He blamed her for everything, and after she got lost out in the forest, he probably hated her more. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck living with him. Maybe they could just kill her and let her go wherever it was that her soul was supposed to go? Or because she was bound to Dartan, would she just end up back here?

Olly took a deep breath, this was going to be slightly awkward. “You won’t have to see him anymore.” He saw the confusion on her face, so he continued. “You’re bound, so it’s not like he can go far, but it was the belief of the Queen that you would be happier if he were not in your immediate vicinity, and that there were others here in the Palace who could help you get acclimated to everything much easier. She was quite insistent.” He had to chuckle, he was putting it mildly. He was pretty sure if she’d been confident his head would not have regrown she would have removed it from his shoulders the previous night.

“Oh.” Amaya said simply. She didn’t know how to feel about that. Truthfully she wasn’t sure that she knew how to feel about any of it. How was one supposed to feel in a situation like she was in? Had anyone ever been in her situation. She doubted it.

“Are you ok?” Olly was worried about her. “I know it will take some getting used to here, but you won’t be alone. Arch, he’s a mage that helped heal you last night, and I are going to help you. Arch can help you with your magic, he’s kinda good at it.” He gave her a teasing wink that made her smile.

“I just feel kind of lost. The whole bonded or married or whatever…” she kind of waved her hands around a bit as her lips pursed, “was a huge shock, and I know he hates me for it. I can’t blame him. I brought him here and now he’s stuck with me. I’m sure he’s glad that he’s free of me, at least we get to live in a castle.” She smiled a little again and shrugged. She really did feel so very lost.

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trashydemigodmess · 2 years

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2 for dex <3

"Rose-colored boy, I hear you making all that noise about the world you want to see. And oh, I'm so annoyed, 'cause I just killed off what was left of the optimist in me." - rose-colored boy, paramore

Los Angeles, 2014

“Okay, so we just need you guys to answer some quick questions, goof around, really like, ham it up. The usual.” The Assistant Director explained. They were surrounded by what could only be described as a record store—if it were dreamt up by a ten year old. Bright, colorful, full of unnecessary knick-knacks for hijinks, and far too large than any regular record store would be. That is, a typical Disney Channel show set. The two teens were seated in typical, actor chairs and nodding along as the AD continued, “This is going to air during commercials to drum up hype for the final season.”

Dex was looking up at the ceiling, a makeup artist tapping powder under his eyes. He gave a thumbs up in response as he sucked up some more Red Bull from the neon pink straw in the can. They’d finished filming for the day and had moved on to press. A couple hours and three different interviews with Tiger Popstar 14 Beat or whatever the magazines names were later, and he was clearly ready for it all to be over. Grace, on the other hand, was smiley as ever. Despite how equally over it she was, she still chirped a happy “Sounds good!” in response.

People were setting up cameras, adjusting lighting, and—his stomach rumbled, eliciting a sigh, “God, I’m starving.”

A Production Assistant fluttering around overheard and stopped by his chair, “Did you want me to have someone get something for you?”

“I’m good,” Dex gave a tired, appreciative smile, knowing whatever grilled chicken salad thing his trainer would much rather he eat was sitting in his trailer.

Grace leaned over. She was still fully in costume: a polka dotted skater dress, with a t-shirt layered under it and very loud, chunky jewelry. Peak 2014. Peak Disney Channel. Her hair was perfectly curled, and it bounced as she nudged his arm, “What are you doing after this?”

He rolled his head over to look at her, “Voice lesson.”

“Can you cancel it and we can get In-N-Out?”

The conspicuous smile on her face was infectious, and he couldn’t help but grin, “We’re already running late, so…” Dex shrugged, glancing at the crew still putting together the shot, “Probably. I think I’ll survive the movie with one less voice lesson.”

“Alright guys—!” Another crew member finally called out, “We’re ready for you!”

The sun had set by the time they were driving through the Hills, Dex’s car filling with the scent of burgers and fries. He found a usually touristy pull off spot—a cliff overlooking the city—to park. The lights of LA glittered in the valley below them, the evening haze settling over the sky in a dull shade of purple.

An elated noise escaped his mouth as he finally bit into the burger, “Holy shit,” Dex groaned, sinking into the leather seat as he sloppily devoured the food, “Bless you, Gracie Lee, you just saved my whole night.”

Grace cackled, grabbing a chunk of her Animal Fries, slathered in cheese and caramelized onions and whatever godly special sauce the burger chain put on everything. “That’s what I’m here for.” Her fingers were already a mess, searching for a napkin somewhere in the bag of food, “Is your dad gonna kill you for getting grease all over your fancy new Range Rover?”

“Nah,” Dex glanced around his car, his sixteenth birthday present, “He’ll probably be glad I got a burger.” He sat up a bit and put on his fairly spot-on impression of his father, deepening his voice and leaning into the Texas accent, “What’s this chicken feed they’re makin’ you eat? You’re getting too skinny. You need a lil’ grease to keep the gears turnin’ smoothly.”

Grace giggled and offered him some of her fries, which he gladly took. “When do you leave for New York?”

“Next Thursday.” Dex answered automatically, like it’d been burned into his brain for months, then sighed, “I haven’t even started packing yet.”

She could see the million other tasks he had to accomplish before then run through his head and behind his eyes. The slow toll of the past couple of years was starting to settle behind the bright blue. Being famous was exhausting. That’s something they fail to tell all the bright-eyed ten year olds begging their parents to be on TV. If you’re not careful, they’ll wring you out of all your worth until there’s nothing left and move on to the next one. Dex always said she was a pessimist. Sweet, golden-hearted Dex, determined to constantly one-up himself, go bigger, do more. Eager to please, and blessed with the burden of far too much talent to waste. And now here he was, about to wrap up the TV show that shot him to fame, and he was already ten steps ahead, preparing for the movie he was on his way to film merely days after.

“Kylie wants to throw me a going away party.” He continued, before Grace could get a responsible word in, “Probably like, over the weekend. You wanna come?”

“The last time Kylie threw you a party, you wound up drunkenly making out in the pool. Which I believe was, uh, after you’d already made out with Hailey in a coat closet, right?”

Dex waggled his eyebrows, the grin on his face unfazed, “Maybe that’s why she wants to throw another one.”

Naturally, he’d taken to the other famous nepotism babies in this city like a house on fire. Their lives were flashy, dramatic, and larger than life for a bunch of sixteen year olds. Even seeing it with her own two eyes, sometimes it didn’t feel real. Tumblr ate it up, though. Grace didn’t mind them, they were all nice enough. But clearly she, who came from a normal family of teachers, was lacking whatever made the rest of them click like they did. Dex always included her, though. Never wanting to leave out anyone he cared about.

“Y’all exhaust me,” Grace laughed, “Sure. I’ll come.”

He made a happy noise and squeezed her arm, “Yay! Oh my God, I’m so glad. I can’t leave this city without seeing you.” And she knew he meant that more than anything.

Dex finished his burger, and she finished her fries. Their comfortable silence and camaraderie settled in the car like a favorite blanket, letting the city go about its night below them.

#this is part one of....four ghjdkfsgfd #sp: dex #c: dex

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lesfeldickbiblestudy · 2 years

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Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 3 * PART 3 * BOOK 68 BUT NOW - YOU ARE MADE NIGH – PART 3 Eph. 2:13; Eph. 4:20; Phil. 2:27 It is good to have everybody back after your coffee break. Again, we would like to welcome our television audience and thank you, again, for all your kind letters, your financial help, your prayers, and everything. I’ve said it over and over how we appreciate your letters. My goodness, what a compensation it is for the ministry. Before we go any further, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. We’ve got two people that are so intrinsic to our ministry. They do all the transcribing for the closed captioning as well as for the books. The first one over here is Sharon Martin. She’s the gal that’s usually got the “red” hair. Everybody comments who’s the lady on the front row with the red hair? Well, that’s Sharon Martin. Jerry Pool is the second one. Where is he? Jerry’s back over there. Sharon does the closed captioning, and then Jerry and his wife Lorna put the little book together out of it. This is what made me aware of it. I’ll just share this with all of you in television. I just happened to be someplace where the program had the closed captioning. I just sat and that’s all I watched. And it was letter perfect. I was just flabbergasted. Most closed captioning, you know, makes some goofs here and there, but these two people have just done a fabulous job. I wanted to give them their due. Okay, now we’re on the same verse we’ve been on. I thought we’d do that in half of a program, and here we’re going into the third. But anyway, that’s the way we teach, and I trust that’s what the Lord has blessed. So, we’re going to come back to Ephesians chapter 2 once again. We’re on that “But Now” where everything had been Jew only, and the Gentile world was without Christ, without the covenants and without hope. “But Now” on this side of the revelation of the mysteries, verse 13 again. Ephesians 2:13 “But now in Christ Jesus ye (Gentiles, you and I) who sometimes (at one time) were far off (because God was dealing only with the covenant people) are made nigh by the blood of Christ.” This, of course, is another reference to the work of the cross, and His glorious resurrection. Now, let’s just carry on here in Ephesians chapter 2 on this side of the “But Now.” Ephesians 2:14a “For he (Christ) is our peace,…” That is that peace with God. Remember Romans 5:1 says, “Therefore being justified by faith we have peace with God.” God has no controversy with the believer. If suddenly the Lord should come this afternoon, I’ve said it over and over and over again, you’re not going to come before Him shaking in your boots because of some sin. That’s all been obliterated. You’ve been forgiven! All right, so we have peace with God. We don’t have to fear being brought into His presence. Ephesians 2:14 “For he (Christ) is our peace, who hath made both one, (Well, who are the both? The Jew and the Gentile, the only two groups of people that Scripture deals with, and He has brought them into the one body.) and hath broken down the middle wall of partition between us;” Now that, of course, was a reference to the Temple complex where there was a wall that Gentiles did not dare go beyond. But that’s been broken down. Now both Jew and Gentile have access. All right, verse 15. Ephesians 2:15 “Having abolished in his flesh (This is all in reference to the cross.) the enmity, even the law of commandments contained in ordinances; for to make in himself of the two one new man, so making peace;” Now, we always have to recognize that Israel was so involved with the Mosaic Law that that in itself kept them separated from the Gentile world. The Gentile had no concept of living according to the Law of Moses. But, that Law of Moses was such that--, now come back with me to Acts chapter 15. Boy, I thought for a minute I wasn’t going to find it, Acts 15 verse 8. Now, I guess I should go back to verse 7.

This is Peter rehearsing his time at the house of Cornelius. And again, I always like to point out that Peter didn’t go to the house of Cornelius until after Saul’s conversion, so it was already opening the door, now, to the revelation of the mystery to the Gentiles. But the Jewish believers remember, from Jerusalem, were still undermining Paul’s Gentile congregations by demanding circumcision and keeping the Law of Moses. So, they had to set up this big meeting in Jerusalem, which is also covered in Galatians 2 in about 51 AD. That’s about what? Twenty years after Pentecost, twenty-two to be exact. All right, but now Peter is finally recognizing that Paul was right by claiming to be the Apostle of the Gentiles. Acts 15:7a “And when there had been much disputing,…” Arguing over the fact. Paul said my converts don’t have to keep the Law. They don’t have to be circumcised. And Peter and the Jews at Jerusalem said yes they do. Well, they finally settled it, and Peter comes around to Paul’s line of thinking. Acts 15:7 “And when there had been much disputing, Peter rose up, and said unto them, Men and brethren, you know how that a good while ago (Now, from this point in time, it was 12 years already that Peter hadn’t said a word. He just sort of put it back in the recesses of his memory.) God made choice among us, (That is among the Twelve ruling there from Jerusalem.) that the Gentiles (See, here we come.) by my mouth should hear the word of the gospel, and believe.” Acts 15:8-10 “And God, who knoweth the hearts, (That is of Jews as well as the house of Cornelius.) bare them witness, giving them (the house of Cornelius) the Holy Spirit, even as he did unto us;” (Here it comes.) 9. And put no difference between us and them, (Jew and Gentile) purifying their hearts (Not by law keeping, but how?) by faith. 10. Now therefore (Now, this is Peter.) why test ye God, to put a yoke upon the neck of the disciples, (Or these Gentile believers, now watch this.) which neither our fathers nor we were able to bear?” Now, what does that tell you? The Law was a burden for the true believer. They could hardly breathe for the yoke that was around their neck. So, Peter is recognizing that it’s good riddance to get rid of that yoke that had been on the neck of the Old Testament fathers as well as Peter’s generation. So, that’s what he means when he says, “which neither our fathers nor we were able to bear.” Acts 15:11 “But we believe that through the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ we shall be saved, even as they.” Well, there’s Peter now addressing the Gentiles with regard to the house of Cornelius. All right, come back with me now to Ephesians chapter 2, again, where Paul now is alluding to that same breaking down of that wall of partition between Israel and the Gentiles. But the Gentile is not forced into the law-keeping that Israel tried to put upon them. All right verse 17 of Ephesians 2. The same God in verse 16, or the same Christ up in verse 13, the same God-- Ephesians 2:17 “And came and preached peace to you who were afar off, and to them that were nigh.” Well, that doesn’t need a theological explanation, does it? The Gentiles were the ones that were way out there without any hope. The Jews had always been next to the covenant promises. All right, but now this Gospel is going to go to both Jew and Gentile. Ephesians 2:18 “For through him (That is through this Christ who finished the work of the cross. Through him Jew and Gentile--) we both have access by one Spirit unto the Father.” Now verse 19, we’re going to pursue this to the end of the chapter. Ephesians 2:19a “Now therefore you are no more strangers and foreigners,…” Now remember, what are we referring to? Go back up to verse 12. It’s been a half-hour, now, since we talked about it. Let’s go back up there, verse 12. This was the lot of the Gentile before Paul came along, Ephesians 2:12-13a “That at that time you (Gentiles) were without Christ, being aliens from

the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world: 13. But now…” See? On this side of the cross. I constantly ask people, why do you stay on the front side of the cross? That’s not where it’s at. You’ve got to come on this side of the cross, after the death, burial, resurrection, and the shed blood. But, oh, they just insist on staying in His earthy ministry, which Paul said he no longer has a thing to do with. Oh, it’s just…I can’t understand it. I can’t comprehend it. Why do they want to stay on the front side of the cross, when on this side is where all has been supplied. All right, reading on, back to verse 20. Ephesians 2:20 “And are (you’re) built upon the foundation of the apostles and the prophets, Jesus Christ Himself being the chief cornerstone;” Now, that again isn’t hard to explain. This whole Book is the inspired Word of God from cover to cover. Does that mean that just because Paul is the Apostle of the Gentiles we don’t use the rest of it? Of course we do! It’s a progressive revelation, and the more you can understand of the Old Testament promises, the easier it is to accept Paul’s revelation. It all unfolds step by step. All right, so we’ve been built on that of the apostles and the prophets, Jesus Christ Himself being the cornerstone of everything. Ephesians 2:21 “In whom (in Christ) all the building fitly framed together groweth unto a holy temple in the Lord: (Now verse 22 and we’re going to chase down some references.) 22. In whom you also (Now don’t forget, who’s he writing to? Gentiles. You and I. Who at one time had nothing to do with the Temple at Jerusalem. We had nothing to do with the law-keeping worship of Israel.) In whom you also are builded together for an habitation of God through the Spirit.” That is the Holy Spirit. All right, come back to I Corinthians chapter 3. Let’s just see how this all fits so beautifully. Oh, my goodness, we have to start at verse 10. And again, this is repetition. We touched on these, I think, not too many programs ago. I Corinthians chapter 3, now I guess I should use verse 9. I Corinthians 3:9 “For we are laborers together with God: (Why?) you are God’s husbandry, you are God’s building.” Now, it’s the word building that we’re going to look at, because what did Ephesians say? We are the habitation of God. Well, what does habitation refer to? The place where you live, your dwelling place. All right, now here it comes, verse 10. I Corinthians 3:10a “According to the grace of God which is given unto me, as a wise masterbuilder,…” Now, what does that refer to? Building something. A home. An office building. Whatever the case may be. We’re talking about building something. I Corinthians 3:10b “…as a wise masterbuilder, I have laid the foundation,…” This is the basis for anything that is going to be worthwhile. You can go back to Jesus’ illustration of building on the sand. What good is it? Nothing. The first time the wind and the water come, away it goes. The foundation is everything. That’s where we start. I Corinthians 3:10c-11 “I (Paul says) have laid the foundation, and another buildeth thereupon. But let every man (that means every one of us) take heed how he buildeth thereupon. 11. For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.” Now see, Paul isn’t claiming to be the foundation. He’s the builder who lays it. Then we’re going to start building on that foundation which is Jesus Christ, of course crucified and risen from the dead. All right, now verse 12, here come the building products. I Corinthians 3:12 “Now if any man build upon this foundation (As a believer, you’ve placed your faith in that finished work of the cross. Now, you’re given opportunity to work, to build. And here are your materials.) gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, stubble;” Now, I always like to stop and make a comparison. You take someone who is out there looking for gold, silver, and precious stones.

He’s out there facing the elements. He’s probably climbing the mountains. In fact, we were just rehearsing last night the time we had a lunch with a gold prospector in Colorado. It was a unique experience. He was up there in those rugged mountains all by himself, because that’s where you have to go if you’re going to get the things that are worthwhile. Now, the other three materials, I always make people smile. Sharon knows. I always refer to the little old grade school story of the three pigs. What did they use, the first two? That which was easy: sticks and straw. I wonder sometimes, if the guy that wrote that story didn’t have this in his background. But see, that’s what most believers are doing. They’re just like the three pigs. They’re out there just doing what little bit they can, and they think that God’s going to be satisfied. No. God expects you to get out there into the mountains and grub out the gold and the silver and the stones, the things that are worthwhile. All right, read on. I Corinthians 3:13 “Every man’s work shall be made manifest: (It’s going to be put in the spotlight of His fiery eyes.) for the day (the Bema Seat day) shall declare it, (Now, we won’t be at the Great White Throne with all the lost people. We’re going to be at the Judgment Seat, the Bema Seat. So, the Bema Seat day, if I may put it that way--) shall declare it, (It’s going to declare what our rewards are.) because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man’s work of what sort it is.” Now, I guess I’d better show Scripture. Come back with me to Revelation chapter 19. Keep your hand here in Corinthians, because you’ve got to compare Scripture with Scripture. Revelation 19 verse 11, and don’t forget what we’re here for. At the Bema Seat Judgment the Lord Jesus is going to examine the works of every believer. Now again, don’t forget that’s in eternity, and in eternity there’s no time. So, He can examine millions of people in what we would call ten minutes. Because otherwise, you wonder, well, how can he examine every individual believer and still have it all done before the Second Coming. Okay, here it is. Revelation 19:11-12a “And I saw heaven opened, (That’s the Second Coming, remember.) and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. (But here’s what I want you to see.) 12. His eyes were as a flame of fire,…” Now, come back to Corinthians. With these fiery eyes He’s going to penetrate the works of every believer. Now, when those fiery eyes hit wood, hay, and stubble, what’s going to happen to it? Up in a puff of smoke, figuratively speaking. But, when it hits the gold and silver and precious stones, what will it do? It will just magnify it, because heat purifies, if anything. So, the whole name of the game as a believer is, are you building on your salvation that which amounts to something? Are you putting in gold, silver, and precious stones? Are you making an effort to build, or are you just going out like the three little pigs, or the two, and picking up straw and sticks and thinking it suffices? Oh, listen! Millions of believers are going to be so disappointed when they come to this Judgment Seat. They’re going to have remorse, I think, to a degree. I know it is heaven, but nevertheless, why didn’t I do more? Why didn’t I do more? So, this is the admonishment. Get out there and get out the gold and the silver and the precious stones. I Corinthians 3:13-15 “Every man’s work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall test every man’s work of what sort it is. 14. If any man’s work abide which he hath built thereupon, (can survive the fire) he shall receive a reward. 15. If any man’s work shall be burned, he shall suffer loss: (Of reward. Not salvation, but rather loss of reward.) but he himself shall be saved; yet so as by fire.

” All right, now here’s the verse that brought me back here. Here’s the verse, we’re building a temple, verse 16. I Corinthians 3:16-17a “Know ye not that ye (Now, he’s talking about individual Gentile believers at Corinth. He’s talking the same to us.) are the temple (the dwelling place) of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you? 17. If any man defile the temple of God, (that is this body) him shall God destroy;…” Now listen. Do you wonder what he’s talking about? You smokers out there. What are you doing? Every time you inhale, I always say you’re choking the Holy Spirit. He’s indwelling you. But not only that, you are destroying your temple. I just had a letter yesterday from a fellow in the last stages of emphysema, having smoked three packs a day all his life. Well, he asked for it, and he admitted that he did. We had a fellow out in our Albuquerque seminar who was running around with a little oxygen tank. He said, “Les, whenever I see kids smoking, I walk up to them unannounced and I say, “Look, kids, this is where you’re headed.” Carrying that oxygen tank. Well, that’s what this verse is saying. If you’re going to misuse your physical body, you’re going to see the consequences. I Corinthians 3:17 “If any man defile (or does damage to) the temple of God, (which is your body) him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, (Now watch that next few words.) which temple ye (What?) are.” Okay. Go over to chapter 6, still in I Corinthians. Now, these things are repeated for a reason. This is what we have to be aware of, that we are building on the foundation of the Gospel with works of gold, silver, and precious stones, because the Spirit of God is indwelling us. This is His dwelling place today. All right, chapter 6 verse 19. I Corinthians 6:19-20 “What? Know ye not that your body is the temple (the dwelling place) of the Holy Spirit who is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? 20. For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s. (They both belong to God.)” All right, I think there’s another one in II Corinthians chapter 6 verse 14. Now this is just as valid for us today as it was for the Corinthians. II Corinthians 6:14-16a “Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness? 15. And what concord (or what agreement) hath Christ with Belial? (This is a reference to one of the Old Testament idols.) or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel? (or an unbeliever) 16. And what agreement hath the temple of God (Hear that? What’s it a reference to? Your physical body.) with idols? For ye are the temple of the living God;…” It’s been a while since you’ve heard that, hasn’t it? But that’s what you are. If you’re a believer, for you out in television, if you’re a believer, you are the dwelling place of God Himself, in the person, of course, of the Holy Spirit. All right, reading on. II Corinthians 6:16b-17a “…as God hath said, I will dwell in them, and walk in them; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. (Now then, verse 17, here’s the admonition. Again, you don’t hear this much anymore.) 17. Wherefore (since you are the temple of the Living God) wherefore come out from among them, (Who are the them? The infidel’s of the world, the unbelievers.) and be ye separate, saith the Lord,…” And so on and so forth. All right, our time is just about gone. Let’s come back for our closing seconds to Ephesians, once again to chapter 3. I’m going to take this right in to where we were a couple of programs back, because it’s so appropriate. Chapter 3 verse 1 of Ephesians and then it will be time to quit. Ephesians 3:1a “For this cause…” What cause? What we’ve just been looking at. That as a member of the Body of Christ, you’re building on the foundation, which is the work of the cross. And as a believer, you are to be building up for reward with gold, silver, and precious stones.

You are to be separated from the unbelieving world in your lifestyle and in your everyday behavior, because you are the dwelling place of the Holy Spirit today. And you know, I always say, what’s important is not the past, but today and tomorrow. The past you can’t do anything about, but be ready to show your colors from hereon if you haven’t before. Ephesians 3:1 “For this cause I Paul, the prisoner of Jesus Christ for you Gentiles,” So, the whole afternoon I’m going to be emphasizing that this is what happened when God turned from Israel and raised up that other apostle and sent him to the Gentile world.

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loveaffaire · 3 years

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okay i for a blurb request for the sleepover: a red carpet blurb with tom holland, u are both co-stars in a movie that’s nominated, and you are close so you’re together most of the event. paparazzi and fans take pics and videos and bc of the pics/vids ppl start to speculate that u too might be dating… i just want a lot of warm, nice fluff and tom being a goof (i hope this is clear and congrats on 1k <3)

The Rumours Are True

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings/tags: just fluff <3

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I mentioned some past interviews and moments which led to the fans/media speculating that Tom and reader are together, other than that, it’s all your request. Enjoy!

🤍Written for my 1k Sleepover🤍

Tom admitted that you’re his celebrity crush in a buzzfeed interview.

The first thing you did when you reached the world premiere of Spider-Man: Far From Home was run to Tom and give him a friendly kiss on the cheek because you haven’t seen him in 6 long months.

Photos of you both laughing and hugging adored the first page of some gossip magazine with the headline “Are Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N dating? The pair looked cozy on the set of their new film, Cherry” just because you went out with Tom to grab coffee before an early morning shoot.

Tom wore a hoodie on an early morning jog which had a lipstick mark on the neckline, fans speculated that it’s yours because you were papped wearing the same shade of lipstick the day before. And… it was but it was only because you wore his hoodies sometimes and like in a friend kinda way.

You posted a photo of Tom on your Instagram story and fans instantly knew it was your place because of a lamp in the background.

A lamp, yes and you were kinda impressed by the detective skills of your fans. Just a little.

All these little moments and about fifty others had led to the fans and the media speculating that there was something more between you and Tom but there wasn’t. You were just good friends with each other and that was it, that was what you were telling yourself anyway.

Tonight was the British Academy Film Awards and you were to walk the red carpet with Tom, both of you being nominated for the best actor and best actress for your performance in Cherry.

You stood beside Tom on the red carpet as you posed for a hundred cameras and he stood close behind you. You felt his hand on the small of your back when you both were signalled for the red carpet interview, he walked beside you to a bunch of interviewers waiting on the sidelines.

As the questions kept coming and you both kept answering, it was only inevitable that the interview would ask something about you and Tom and that’s exactly what happened.

“And that was quite the red carpet entrance, you look so cute with each other!” The interviewer gushed, a huge smile on her face.

“Well, he’s quite the arm accessory,” you joked.

“I’m pretty sure the fans are dying to know if there is any possibility of you both getting together” there was a smirk on her face when she continued, “or maybe just going public with it?”

The interviewer looked at you with raised eyes and then at Tom. You opened your mouth to clear any suspicious headlines for tomorrow but just then Tom spoke up,

“You know what they say, nothing is impossible”

Your eyes widened for a second but you quickly recovered and laughed at his joke. He raised his eyebrows at you in a playful manner with a mischievous smile on his lips.

The interviewer laughed at his words and just then your publicist alerted you both to enter the building for the premier and you were thankful to be out of that situation before she could ask any more questions.

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“The fans are going to have a field day with that huh” you said, carefully removing your earrings and settling them down on the dresser.

“What?” Tom said, walking inside your hotel room.. You both have planned to maybe watch a movie after the world premiere to de-stress now that the movie was finally all wrapped up.

“I said, the fans are going to have a field day with what you said on the red carpet” you said, your hands on your hip as you eyed him, “hopefully the newspaper will talk about the actual movie tomorrow instead of just us”

“Well, you know what they say, all press is good press” Tom smiled at you, tugging at his tie as he removed his suit.

“Just like they say, nothing is impossible?” You laughed, imitating his British accent as you repeated his words from earlier.

But Tom didn’t. He turned to look at you with a serious expression, opening the top two buttons of his dress shirt.

“Is it so bad that they speculate that something is going on between us?”

“Uh” you shrugged, “no but it’s always annoying when they keep saying something that isn’t true, right”

“Will it be too bad if it was?”

You stopped in your tracks and frowned because you were confused, “what do you mean, Tom?”

“Will it be too bad if the rumours of us dating were true?”

“Silly” you giggled with a hand on your mouth, “but we’re not dating so how can—”

You stopped giggling as soon as you realised what exactly he was talking about, your face fell but it wasn’t because of fear but because of the blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“Yeah, I mean like that” Tom bit his lip, feeling shy under your gaze.

“Like if we were actually dating…?” You said it out loud to make it clear.

“Yes, like if we were dating” Tom nodded his head as his cheeks turned rosy.

A smile creeped up on your lips and you couldn’t help but smirk, “are you asking me out on a date?”

The smile on your face gave Tom the confidence to step forward and grab a hold on your hand as he tugged you closer to him.

“I like you” he muttered, his eyes gazed on your lips briefly, “and have for a while so would you like to go out with me?”

“Wow, this is kinda coming out of nowhere and now I feel shy” you mumbled, chin slightly nudging closer to his face.

“Just say yes, you know you want to” Tom whispered as he brushed his nose against yours, your face was extremely close to his own.

“Yes, I want to” you whispered back, barely no space left between you both as you finally gained the courage to keep your hands on either side of his face and pull him in for a brief kiss.

His lips pressed to yours and he wrapped his arms around your waist, not wanting to let go. Yes, Tom and you have kissed multiple times when shooting for movies but this was different.

This kiss felt different, his hands on you felt different, the way he was pressed up against you was different and you know he felt it too because when you pulled back, a pretty smile adored his lips and you couldn’t help but think to yourself— how did I never notice how much I love this brown doe eyed boy?

This was way longer than a blurb but when are my blurbs actually blurbs, they always turn into one shots smh, I hope you liked this :)

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wallylinda · 3 years

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you got any good reading lists for getting into flash stuff?

I took some time and made my own. Below is a comprehensive guide of everything you need to know about getting into Flash comics: from brief descriptions of arcs and standalone books to different author’s writing styles and whether or not they’re for you, this is an exhaustive look into what’s good, what’s bad, and what you might want to try out.

The only stipulation I put on this list is that I did not include anything post Flashpoint. If you want a separate guide for the 2011 and beyond Flash comics, send me an ask and I’ll make something similar to this. But regardless, I hope that you find this list useful.

SECTION ONE - FIRST AND FOREMOST: WHAT SHOULD I ACTUALLY READ?

1. The Life Story of the Flash

A must-read for everyone, “The Life Story of the Flash” is a memoir written in the perspective of Iris West wherein she chronicles the life-and-times of her husband, starting from his very early childhood all the way down to his tragic death. Instilled with author Mark Waid’s uncanny talent for expressing emotion, this comic is a romantic look back on one of DC’s most iconic superheroes and some of his most famous arcs; except this time, we’re on the outside looking in.

The book is interspersed with nostalgic prose and bright, dewy-eyed art. But it’s main selling point is in just how much personality both Iris and Barry have as you read through their life together. Especially towards the end of the comic, you get this melancholy sense that their story was cut off too abruptly, too soon. But as Iris herself wistfully remarks: the story didn’t end with Barry Allen.

2. The Flash 80-Page Giant

“The Flash 80-Page Giant” is an anthology of short stories from all different eras and characters, ranging from the golden hours of Barry Allen’s heyday as the Flash to the far-off and distant future where his descendant has carried on with the family business. It’s cobbled together with a variety of different writers and artists so the quality is a mixed bag of good, to bad, to straight-up outdated, but there is the guarantee that where it’s good, it’s great.

Of all of the stories written in this comic, “The Answer” and “Thunder and Lightning” are my personal favorites, however all of them have a charming spin that’s worth checking out. But what’s best about reading this is that you get a sense for each and every character. Maybe Jesse Quick’s story didn’t interest you all that much, but you really loved Max Mercury and now you want to learn more about him. Overall, it’s a quick and easy way to get introduced to the world and to find who you do and don’t like.

3. The Flash (1987)

This is where the bulk of the Flash mythos resides. “The Flash (1987)” is where you’ll find the most memorable arcs of the franchise, rife as it is with a well-beloved cast and the ever-expanding world of the Gem Cities. The main focus is on Wally West, the third Flash, and his painful stumble from a grief-ridden, newly-solo hero to a man fully deserving of the legacy sitting on his shoulders. It’s everything that you’d expect from a comic book: packed to the brim with action, romance, and epic friendship.

Due to both its length and varying degrees of quality based on writers, I’ll be going over the exact contents of this book in later sections of this guide. For now, just know that this is the definitive book to read should you want to sink your teeth into all things Flash.

4. Impulse (1995)

At first glance, “Impulse (1995)” is an adolescent comedy, but this book is just as littered with its bitter-sweet moments as it is its goofs and gaffs. The main character is Bart Allen–Barry’s grandson from the future–who struggles to adapt to life in the past after a childhood spent in a consequence-free VR.

It’s a coming-of-age story filled with the ups and downs of family and the archetypal 90s teenage experience. It also contains what’s left of the Flash lore not already covered in any of the aforementioned titles; with side-characters such as Meloni Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne, and Helen Clairborne being featured here and pretty much nowhere else.

5. The Flash and Green Lantern: The Brave and the Bold

Flashes and Green Lanterns have a long history of working together and the most notable pairing of them all is Barry Allen and Hal Jordan. In this six-issue comic, we’re introduced to this duo’s friendship over their publishing history: from going on vacation with one another, to exploring alien worlds, to dealing with the aftermath of everyday, devastating grief.

This book has guest appearances from Iris, Jay, and Wally, but the “Flashfam” itself is rather sparse in comparison to the rest of this list. Still, it’s a good look at how to define Barry’s relationship with Hal and offers a different perspective on some of the major events and people in his life. Either way, it’s a good comic to check out.

6. Flash/Green Lantern: Faster Friends + Green Lantern/Flash: Faster Friends

While Barry and Hal are a well-oiled machine, Wally West and Kyle Rayner are a completely different story. With this comic set in the beginning of their friendship, this Flash and Green Lantern duo have to suck up their grievances and work together for the sake of the world; all the while wishing fervently that it was just about anyone else they could’ve been teaming up with.

Wally and Kyle eventually grow to be the best of friends, but these two issues introduce us to the very, very beginning of their relationship and the numerous pitfalls that surround it. Jay and Joan Garrick also take on a prominent role, with the comic as a whole having a recurring theme of generational inheritance and familial love. Afterall, the more things change, the more they stay the same.

SECTION TWO - THE FLASH (1987); DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT STYLES

Below, I’ve taken the liberty of going through the five main writers of “The Flash (1987)” and summarizing them. Hopefully these descriptions will help you get a sense of if their runs are something you might be interested in and also what to avoid as someone just dipping their toe into this franchise. Though, please be warned that this section is clouded with personal bias and should be taken with a grain of salt.

1. Mike Baron (#1-14)

The one thing I don’t recommend you doing is reading this book chronologically. There is a world of a difference between later authors and the infamous Mike Baron and not in a good way. Because although Baron had succeeded in whittling down the bare bones of Wally’s character–and more importantly, his grief over his Aunt and Uncle and the complicated dynamic he has with his parents–reading these beginning chapters is kind of like being strapped down to a human-sized whack-a-mole.

That is to say: it’s absurd, it’s mind-boggling, it’s painful. Baron seems to have an almost perverse interest with the “material” (think: luxury goods, mansions, and well-to-do tuxedos), and, genuinely, I cannot tell you if this running motif is meant to be a deep commentary about the suppression of self or not. Save this run for last, if you read Baron’s work at all. Unless you’re a die-hard Wally fan, his brattish portrayal in this and the wonky writing will likely tune you off.

2. William Messner-Lobes (#15-61)

I would hesitate to tell you that Messner-Lobes’ writing is good, but it is a sight for sore eyes after the previous chapters. There’s a noticeable jump of improvement coming from issue #14 to #15, and the story itself spontaneously develops coherency, recurring characters, and an actual plot line that it didn’t have before. Still, the writing manages to retain its out-of-the-blue wackiness and anecdotal musing, with most issues seeped with the vague sense that Messner-Lobes’ wasn’t quite sure which way the plot was turning either.

While not quite as obsessed with money as his predecessor, Messner-Lobes’ frequently ties his conflicts together with socioeconomic status; Wally struggles to keep a roof under his head as a newly-minted adult, Hartley Rathaway lectures about poverty while simultaneously sneering at every sociolate he crosses paths with, and Linda Park inwardly monologues that the only reason she has such a high position at her job is because her appearance is just “exotic” enough to be appealing, but not enough to be threatening. With this in mind, the overarching theme of this run is growth. It’s Messner-Lobes’ work on the Flash that rewrote Wally from a naive, often unsympathetic braggadocio, into a man taking his first tentative steps into maturity.

Overall, this era of Flash comics is highly nostalgic. While no true “breakthroughs” or defining moments can be identified in terms of plot, I consider this section to be the backbone of Wally’s character and essential to understanding his development. But despite my praise, this era is clunky and difficult to read and a lot of sections can feel dated. So while I would recommend Messner-Lobes’ writing for anyone willing to try, it’s definitely more of an acquired taste than it is instant gratification.

3. Mark Waid (#0, 62-129, 142-159, 162, 231-236)

When people point to the pinnacle of what Flash comics can achieve, it’s typically Mark Waid’s work that they’re pointing to. From the very first issue, you can tell that Waid is a master of his craft: his descriptions are evocative, the characters flawlessly lifelike, the conflict genuine and tense. There’s a reason why the arcs that he’s written are considered classics, and if there’s any writer in this section that’s a must-read, it’s Waid.

To me, what stuck out the most about his work is how he navigates relationships. Wally isn’t a solo act in this: Linda is an ever-present link, his family a distant if constant reminder, the world’s Speedsters persistently popping in and out for one reason or another. And yet despite the massive web of characters, there’s never the underlying sense that any relationship is forced. Be it romantic, platonic, or familial: you will not be disappointed. With Waid’s work on the Flash franchise comes the majority of canon “Flashfam” and–true to form–they’re written in such a way where you can genuinely believe that they’re a family.

Before we move on, I’d also briefly like to add that if you jump straight into reading this run, you might get lost with references to previous events. For example, Linda Park makes an abrupt appearance early on and as someone just starting out, the lack of context surrounding her significance might be confusing. Still, it’s not anything a quick wikipedia article or google search shouldn’t fix, and there should be no real need to go back to previous issues for info.

4. Mark Millar + Grant Morrison (#130-141)

Compared to other sections, Millar and Morrison are defined by a sense of otherworldliness. Although Waid had briefly touched on the more spiritual aspects of a speedsters’ abilities, this brief but well-loved era is known for its cinematic, visionary concepts: outrunning wormholes, unkillable personifications of death, and suits made solely out of pure energy being among the many things you can expect from this run.

The writing itself is imaginative and almost childlike in its reverie, but can come off as detached, especially since the Flash is most-known for city-level crime rather than battling universal constants. That being said, I have no true complaints about this run and would recommend it to anyone even remotely interested.

5. Geoff Johns (#164-225)

Quite frankly, Geoff Johns’ work on the Flash degraded the quality of the writing to an almost laughable degree. While there are some parts of his run that can be held to a high standard, the majority of his writing misunderstands the characters and their relationships to one another. Perhaps the most egregious example of this is his handling of the Rogues: under Johns’ leadership, the previously lawless if largely inoffensive criminals became callous, unsympathetic outlaws with few, if any, of their previous behaviors left intact. Similarly, Wally is made into a more isolationary force, with most of his motivation focused on his conflict with Keystone’s villains rather than the largely character-driven writing that he had before.

Johns’ focus is on crime. You’re not going to find any nuanced discussions of personhood within his run and overall, it can be an aggravating read simply because of just how far removed it is from the direction Waid wrote it in. Character relationships can also feel strained because of this. However, there are still “Flashfam” moments interspersed within and a collection of other scenes that can endear it to readers. My advice to you is to try reading the first ten or so issues and see how you do; if you like it, good for you, but if you don’t, you shouldn’t expect the story to get any better.

SECTION THREE - THE FLASH (1987); OKAY, BUT WHICH ARCS EXACTLY?

So I’ve covered all of the writers; but what actual arcs are the “good” ones? This is based solely on personal preference, but here are my four favorite arcs–sorted chronologically–and a brief synopsis of each, although these aren’t the only arcs that I consider to be good. If you don’t want to read through all of Flash (1987), then this is your ideal list.

1. Born to Run (#62-65)

“Born to Run” is a four-part flashback to the very early days of Wally’s superhero career. As Kid Flash, Wally recounts his time at Barry’s side, the tumultuous relationship he has with his immediate family, and the maddening complications that using his powers had on his body. This is Waid’s first arc of the series and truly, one of the most iconic.

2. The Return of Barry Allen (#74-79)

My all time favorite, “The Return of Barry Allen” is a tense, action-packed story that is exactly as the title suggests: the return of Barry Allen. This arc fully cements Wally’s growth into the Flash, dealing with his lingering grief of his Uncle’s death, his feelings of inadequacy from taking up the cowl, and the conquering of both. Is it any wonder that it’s a classic.

3. Emergency Stop (#130-132)

There’s a new villain on the block and the mystery of Wally’s own untimely death to solve. From sentient suits to prison breaks to broken legs, this arc may be lesser-known than the others on this list, but it still holds its weight. Especially with the myriad of the Flashfam interactions within.

4. The Human Race (#136-138)

To save the world, Wally must win a galaxy-spanning race. The odds are against him, Earth is a second away from combusting, and most baffling of all, Wally’s long-forgotten imaginary friend is the being he’s competing against. This is a compelling story of hope, awe, and the human condition, and absolutely worth your suspension of disbelief.

And…that’s it! As a reminder this is a reading guide for someone just starting to get into Flash comics, and isn’t meant to serve as the end all be all to this branch of DC comics. There are plenty of Flash comics I didn’t mention for one reason or another, but this is a great jumping off point by itself. Regardless, I hope that this helped and that you enjoy reading. Feel free to send an ask if you have more questions or even if you just have a comment about something or another.

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why’d you only call me when you’re high? pt. 2 | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

part one

here’s part 2 by popular demand! based off the arctic monkeys song and amazing request by @deadbeatharlz <3 thank you guys for the support on part 1 im so happy you liked it :)

warnings: self harming behavior, LOTS of swearing, alcohol and drug abuse, sooo so angstyyyy buckle up

summary: it’s been 3 months since your last night with hawk, and you haven’t been yourself.

word count: 3,062

The past 3 months have been rough. Maybe the worst you’ve ever been. You fell into the deep hole that you dug yourself. The hole of loving Hawk Moskowitz.

You never thought you’d be one of those people who let unrequited love devastate their whole being. In fact you always thought the whole heartbreak thing was pathetic and melodramatic. Until it happened to you.

You hate yourself for letting him have this effect on you. But there’s a pestering voice in the back of your mind that reminds you: it’s all your fault. He didn’t ask you to love him. It’s just easier to blame him for your downfall.

Parties, drugs, alcohol. Sex with people you don’t even know. High on the same drug that compelled him to call you in the night.

You’ve become so desperate to forget him that you ruined yourself. It hurts your pride to be the whiny heartbroken girl who let a stupid boy’s rejection shatter her self worth. But the hole is too deep and there’s no hope trying to grasp onto the dirt walls to get out.

The worst part of it is that he sees it all. At school, (if you even go) he looks at you like the scum of the earth as he passes by with his little karate gang. When you end up at the same party, he’ll have a disgusted expression on his face and leave as if he can’t bare to look at you.

Tonight is one of those nights, and you watch him from across the backyard as he goofs around with his friends. He hasn’t noticed you yet, hence why he’s even still here and not on his way out the door to get away from you.

“If you stare at him any longer, I think he’ll shoot up into flames,” your best friend Robby hands you a cup, and you don’t hesitate before downing its unknown contents. The burn in your throat makes you hum with content.

“That’s the plan,” you take your eyes of off Hawk to look at Robby. You gesture to his own cup in his hand, “Are you gonna drink that?”

“Easy there, Y/N. We got here 5 minutes ago,” he warns, but holds out the drink towards you anyway. Robby’s always been worried about you and your habits, but he knows how you can be when you’re told no.

You swallow down the drink in a few seconds, ignoring his remark. “5 minutes? I can beat my record!” you cheer sarcastically, and start walking to the kitchen in search of a keg. Robby follows closely behind you, a wary look on his face.

The fuzzy feeling starts to take over your body as you throw back drink after drink. It’s the buzz you crave every second of every day because it just makes you feel so good. Everything is happier and your cares feel so far away. Hawk feels so far away.

You sit on the couch next to Robby in your dazed trance, drunkenly rambling to him about random things. He glares at anyone who comes near you and looks like they would take advantage of you in your state.

Robby really hates you like this, but he can’t help but feel protective over you. He’s not even a fan of parties; he really only goes to keep an eye on you. You’re grateful even though you act like you hate it when he babysits you.

“Heyyy pretty Y/N! Want some?” Yasmine approaches where you sit, a joint held between her fingers. Her eyes are drooped and she sways as she stands.

You reach out to take the blunt, but you feel Robby push your arm down. “You’re already drunk. That’s enough,” he says sternly, making you roll your eyes.

“I can do what I want, Dad,” you taunt, and take the joint from Yasmine. Smoke fills up your lungs, immediately giving you pleasure. Robby just shakes his head in disapproval as the air around him becomes hazy.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Stay here,” he orders, getting up from the couch.

You nod, but of course, you don’t listen. The sound of splashing from outside sets off a lightbulb above your head and you feel like you’re floating while you walk to the backyard.

Right as you step out of the house, you make eye contact with none other than Hawk. He gives you a distasteful look like always, before turning back to his group. Asshole.

You just scoff and stumble towards the pool, where a couple is making out and a few people are drunkenly playing with the water like little kids.

Reaching the edge of the pool’s rim, you let yourself fall in with a splash. You feel the pressure in your ears start to build as you sink to the bottom. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re cross faded, but being underwater feels like a world of bliss.

The loud music of the party is muted, creating a sense of serenity. The legs of the other people in the pool make you laugh to yourself, sending bubbles from your mouth to the surface. It’s glittery and pretty and you want to stay forever.

You don’t know how long you’re under there for, but you don’t notice your lungs running out of air. It just feels good to be alone for a second. Next thing you know, you feel your eyes start to droop closed; a strange peace overcoming your body.

A loud thrashing noise in the water makes you wake up with a gasp. You swallow too much water as you feel someone grab hold of your arm. It’s all a blur and you’re being pulled up to the surface, taking you away from the tranquil world you were just in.

The music is pounds against your ears again and the air is cold on your skin. You feel your body being laid down on the concrete of the poolside, but everything feels numb. You just feel sleepy and you want to close your eyes again.

“Y/N, hey, wake up. Wake up,” a voice makes your eyes shoot back open. Someone is looking down at you, with a hand shaking your shoulder. Your vision is somewhat blurry, but the mohawk gives it away. It’s him.

You suddenly become aware of the large amount of water in your lungs and you turn over to your side to cough it up. After you get it all out, you notice the people at the party looking at you with eyes of pity mixed with judgement.

“What the fuck were you doing? You could’ve died, are you fucking stupid?” Hawk curses, but even in your inebriated state you can hear a hint of worry in his voice.

You sit up to face him. He looks angry; his clothes and hair are as wet as yours.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen in your brain, or maybe it’s the marijuana and alcohol, but you just feel the urge to laugh. So you do. Like a complete maniac. The way he probably just saved your life like he cares is sickly comedic to you.

His face twists in confusion as you break out into a fit of giggles. “Are you serious? You’re fucking insane, Y/N,” he gets up, shaking his head at you. He gives a glare to the people staring, and they look away in fear.

You think he’s going to leave like usual, but he surprises you by grabbing your arm to pull you up. People whisper amongst themselves as he drags you through the backyard, going through a gate that leads to front of the house. You trip over your own feet, still feeling dizzy from almost drowning, but he just pulls you along.

“What are you doing?” you ask, tugging on your arm to try and release it from the tight grip he has on you. You’re both dripping chlorinated water, leaving a track of drops on the concrete below.

“You’re going home Y/N,” he says sternly. You two arrive at his car and he opens the passenger door. “Get in.”

“Hey!” a voice yells from the house and you both turn to see Robby rushing towards the car. He looks pissed, and now you remember him telling you to stay put. Shit.

“Robby I-”

“Don’t get in there with him Y/N,” he says, sending a death stare to the boy next to you.

“I’m taking her home, Keene, so back the fuck off. Get in Y/N,” Hawk snaps, clenching his fists.

You keep quiet, not wanting to add to the fire already starting. They loathe each other; if not because of the karate rivalry, then because of you. To Robby, Hawk broke your heart and made you spiral. To Hawk, Robby is the piece of shit who he thinks is your boyfriend, and he won’t admit it but he’s jealous.

“You’re not driving her, asshole. You’re probably as drunk as her,” Robby reaches to take your arm, but Hawk pulls you back.

“You don’t know shit about me, Keene. I’ve been sober for three months, so yeah, I will drive her,” Hawk picks you up like you’re a doll, placing you in the passenger seat and closing the door. You don’t resist, you just feel tired and your head starts to pound as if the mix of drugs in your system are punishing you. The window’s down, so you can still hear the two boys loud and clear.

I’ve been sober for three months, his voice echoes in your head.

“Oh so now you care so much about her? It’s your fault she’s like this!” Robby raises his voice even more, starting to move towards Hawk threateningly. You begin to feel scared that a physical fight might actually break out, but you don’t know what to do.

“I’m not the one who almost let her die a few minutes ago, am I? Just fuck off, we’re leaving,” Hawk dismisses him, walking around the car to the driver’s seat. You’re surprised by his self control to not throw a punch, especially with his reputation.

“Robby, it’s okay. I just want to go home. I’ll call you, alright?” you reach your hand out of the window in reassurance and he takes hold of it. Hawk clenches his jaw as he turns on the engine.

“Promise you’ll be careful? I’m sorry I left you,” Robby furrows his eyebrows in worry. When he came out of the bathroom, someone filled him in on what happened to you and he almost had a heart attack.

“Promise. And it’s my fault,” you hook your pinky with his, before the car pulls out of the curb and separates you from your best friend. He watches you guys drive away, an anxious expression etched on his face.

The whole situation has sobered you up pretty well, and now you’re left with a throbbing headache, wet clothes, and awkward tension. You hate it. Being sober. You miss the foggy feeling that prevents you from thinking too hard about things. But now you’re inches away from the boy who broke your heart, all by choice.

You don’t know why you agreed to go with him, but did you even have a choice? You’re confused by his actions. He acts like he hates you but he jumps in a pool for you. He yelled at you but he’s driving you home. It all makes you overthink and it causes your head to ache even more.

You hold your head in your hands to try and ease the pain as Hawk drives quietly.

“You good?” he breaks the silence. His voice is softer compared to how he talked to Robby minutes ago.

“Head hurts,” you mumble.

“What were you doing back there? If I didn’t get you out, you’d probably be in the hospital right now,” he says. You peek at him through your hands and his eyes are on the road.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “It was just peaceful. I didn’t really even think about breathing.”

He scoffs. “Well that’s just fucking stupid. You’re lucky I noticed you were under for so long.”

“Well thanks,” you reply quietly, feeling like a little kid being scolded.

There’s a couple beats of silence before he speaks, “What happened to you?”

The question makes you sit up and look over at him. “What are you talking about?”

“The old Y/N wouldn’t even touch a drink. You’re different,” Hawk taps his finger on the wheel in thought. His icy blue eyes quickly glance at your confused look before returning to the road.

“You happened, Hawk.” You pinch your temples in frustration. Anger starts to bubble up in your stomach at his criticism. At the mention of “old you”.

“I didn’t do this to you,” he shakes his head, as if trying to convince himself of his own words.

“You did,” you raise your voice, making him flinch. “You know it.”

“What, because I stopped sleeping with you? I didn’t make you fall in love with me, Y/N. You did that to yourself,” he spits, sending a knife to your heart and making you see red.

“You knew I loved you way before I said it. But you still stringed me along, didn’t you? You knew I would pick up everytime you called. You knew that I would let you into my bed because I was the girl who loved you no matter how fucking shitty you were!” you fire back, vomiting out words that you’ve wanted to say for months. The alcohol in your system makes you bolder than usual, but you’re grateful for it.

He’s at a loss for words at your outburst so you continue, “I didn’t ask for this Hawk. Loving you. I’m sorry that I’m such a burden and that you hate me so much that you can’t stand being in the same room as me. But please just answer me this and I’ll leave you alone forever. I’ll leave when we show up at the same party and I’ll even hide in the halls so you don’t have to see my face.”

You pause, choking on your words. You didn’t even realize that the car is already parked in front of your house and your clothes are halfway dry.

“Why don’t you love me?” your voice cracks as you spit out the question that has caused you to throw yourself away. The question with an answer that could dissipate your self worth in a mere moment.

Hawk finally looks into your glassy eyes with shock. He could’ve never anticipated what you asked him and his mouth runs dry.

“I told you, I- I don’t deserve someone like you loving me,” he swallows, but you shake your head.

“That’s not what I asked.”

He blinks slowly, trying to come up with an excuse. Any excuse, to avoid telling you the truth. You can see the inner conflict on his face, the panicked speed of his running thoughts.

“You should go home, Y/N,” he deflects, turning away from you. Putting on his mask to keep you from reading him like a book.

“I’m not going until you tell me,” you demand.

“Just get out of the car, fuck!” Hawk yells, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel. It makes you jump a little, but you’re too angry to fear the flames in his eyes.

“Why can’t you just tell me!” you fire back. “You came to me almost every night, so why do I feel something that you don’t? Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”

“What do you want me to fucking say Y/N! That I do love you? Fucking fine. I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear? Just get out.”

I love you.

The same words you said that made him leave.

“You don’t even mean that,” you blink back your tears.

His voice is softer now, more gentle. “If I didn’t mean it then I wouldn’t have said it.”

“You said you needed me and then you left me,” your voice shakes and you hate how pathetic you sound.

“I-I didn’t leave you,” he stammers before taking a deep breath. “I left because you wanted something more than I could give you. I would’ve felt like a selfish asshole if we became more than just sex, Y/N. You deserve someone like Keene and yeah he’s a pussy but he’s good. Better than me.”

It feels like every piece in the puzzle is being put together. Everything makes sense. He does love you, but he was just afraid. He can’t be near you because it hurts too much to see someone he can’t have. Somehow, you can’t find the anger you’ve held against him for these past months; you just understand him now.

“I’m sorry, alright? For everything. For treating your feelings like shit. All of it.”

You swallow, thinking about his words. It all feels too much and the truth is now looking you in the eye, demanding an answer. You love him, but he dropped your heart on the floor for you to pick up every shard. Is one sorry going to magically fix everything?

“I- I don’t know what to say,” you admit, and he nods in understanding.

“You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just... move on. And you get better... I hate seeing you like this,” Hawk scans your red eyes and dilated pupils. “We’ll get to a better place and you and me, we’ll be good.”

It’s bittersweet, but he’s right. Being together now just because he loves you back would be a huge jump that would only end in broken hearts and toxic cycles. It would be foolish. As much as you want him, the only person who can fix you is yourself.

So it’s a meet up at the top of the mountain, when you’ve both made the journey from opposite sides.

“A better place,” you reiterate, before placing a light kiss to his cheek and leaving the car with a new sense of closure.

a/n: that was longer than i planned and a freaking roller coaster!!!!!!! im not sure if there should be a part 3? lmk what you think maybe it’ll just be short. but hehe i added robby into the mix he was so cute. ty for reading!

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