#it’s that he really excels at making men who i want to give hugs to

[avidfics]

giving into sevika's advances

summary: Sevika has been chasing you for weeks and you finally give in.

warnings: Grumpy sevika, bratty reader, suggestive topics, light touching, reader takes charge

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Fidgeting. During interrogations, Sevika has had plenty of macho men fidget under her weighted glare. It was one of her favorite hobbies afterall. 

But for her to be fidgeting? Disgusting. Yet, sure enough, her thumb was reflexively flicking her pocket knife open and closed repeatedly in a flash as her eyes kept catching any movement from the bar’s swinging doors. Waiting. 

“Does my eyes deceive me?” Finn, one of the flunkies on her team shout loudly to the other people on her team in the otherwise empty bar. “Is the great terror of Zaun nervous?” 

A chorus of ooohs echo around the room, ignoring the heavy ‘thud’ of Sevika spearing the wooden table with her knife. “If you like being able to move your jaw I suggest you shut your mouth. Or I'll do it for you."

“Do it” he tosses right back. A cocky smile bright as he swags over and proudly offers the side of his face. “But 50 bucks bets that you won’t, cause your sweet little assistant will be here any minute and you don’t want her to see the monster you really are.” 

The fucking idiot hit the nail on the head, and boy was that annoying. Two months ago you showed up, looking like a vision out of one of her dirtiest fantasies. You strolled into Silco’s main base, ass clad in black jeans that hugged you like a second skin and a blouse, though modest enough, had a few buttons loose at the top that provided a peek at your cleavage if someone looked down hard enough. 

And sevika did look. She wasn’t ashamed. Your tits were fucking glorious and made her clit so sensitive her eyes crossed.  

Jinx- the wacko- loved your confidence immediately and after an extensive background check, and minor threatening, Zilco hired you. 

And Sevika had been trying to get in your pants every single chance she got, even though you weren’t her usual easily submissive type. You were prissy, stubborn, and had a stick up your ass that she desperately wanted to take out and replace with her silicone cock. 

She was pussy whipped and she hadn’t even had a taste. Even her team had noticed. 

Which is why she had to work double time to keep them in check and why her fist slams into Finn’s metal jaw with a satisfying crunch. The pain in her knuckles felt good and a bloodthirsty smile slicks across her face even as she presses the pocket knife to Finn’s neck. “Pay up fucker. And let it be a reminder that I could give a fuck about some assistant’s sweet ass.” 

“Good to know.”

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The topic of your sweet ass was not what you were expecting to hear walking into Silco’s bar to handle some paperwork. 

Especially not from the Sevika. Who looked dumbstruck at you even with Finn’s collar bunched in her bruised fist and the tip of a knife to his neck. 

Crap she looked good af. A black muscle shirt clung to her frame and cuffed at her biceps. Her hair was in a half hazard ponytail with loose pieces falling into her eyes. Giving her a slightly crazed look that made your face heat. 

But once again, this was a reminder that Sevika was not someone to mess with. She was the second scariest person in Zaun, and the blood on her knuckles served as an excellent reminder not to fraternize with your superiors, no matter how delicious they looked in a fitted tee.  

“Please continue.” You swivel away from her stunned look in your high heels. “My ass and I will be making the rounds.” 

Mumbled curses and the distinct sound of Finn’s goan of pain follows you as you strid away, a purposeful swing in your hips, to another member of the team to get details on inventory. They give you an easy grin and answer your questions but clam up as a shadow falls over the table.

“Scram.” It wasn’t a question and they hurried away. 

You huff a sigh and plop a seat on the now forgotten stool. Crossing your legs just to see dark whiskey colored eyes fasten to your legs for a heated minute. “Sevika, feel free to leave. I wouldn’t want you to worry about my ass and I.” 

A hefty groan leaves her lips, and she drags her hand down her face. “That’s not what I meant.” 

Whatever. You begin your work on your clipboard. “That’s what you said.” 

A whispered “smart ass” is muttered before you jump at her taking your clipboard out your hands and invading your space. “Believe me.” Dark eyes stare down at you with an intensity that makes you shift uncomfortably on the stool in an attempt to alleviate a budding tingle. 

“Your ass is very much a concern of mine.” 

‘Prove it.’’ Is on the tip of your tongue but you hold back. Provoking Sevika would not end well for you or your ass. Get in, get the job done, and get out. Those were the rules. 

You reach your hand out. A demanding arch in your raised eyebrow to convey a bravado you truly didn’t possess. “Hand it over. I’m sure there’s a face you need to pummel in an alley somewhere.” A mocking smile plasters across your lips. “Better get to it.”

One step. That’s all it takes for her to encroach closer in your space. So close you can see the way her nostrils flare. “Face pummeling is on Friday’s.” A heat was simmering between the two of you, and the more time you spent in her presence, the more you wavered on deciding if you wanted to cool it or let it go unchecked. Especially as she hid your clipboard out of your reach so her hands were free to grab the wooden legs of your chair and scoot you closer to her.

“Ep!” You were so startled that you wrapped your hands around her wrist and immediately regretted it. Her skin was a contrast. One wrist was so warm to the touch, while the other held a stark coldness. You wondered what the duality would feel like wrapped around in clean sheets, preferably naked. 

None of this escaped Sevika’s notice. The mocking smile that once graced your lips is now mirrored back at you. “I like the sound of you bossing me around.” The words trail as her eyes fasten to your lips. “Do it again.” 

The irony that she was the one making commands wasn’t lost on you. “Leave me alone, Muscle-head. I’m way too much for you. Better stick to your usual simpering type.”

A smirk, the one she wears before charging head first into a fight, emerges. “You don’t think you're my type?” An eye roll in return has her releasing a small chuckle. The unexpected feel of a warm, calloused hand gripping your bare calf makes your facade of boredom slip as you frantically look behind sevika to check for wondering eyes. Luckily, you had seated in a secluded nook of the bar, where a wall partially hid you both. But all it would take is someone popping their head in the entryway to see the inappropriate way your boss was holding you and how much it was turning you on.

And those damn hands just won’t stay still. Your legs were crossed, one over the other, but that didn’t pause Sevika’s frisky hands moving up and down your exposed legs, her thumbs circling around your knees and in a soothing way that hinted at how they would move against your clit. “Think you’re mistaken babe. You might be a bit more brattish than other girls I’ve had, but I guarantee when I get you under me, I’ll have you whining for my touch just like the others.” 

A scoff gets choked in your throat with the new caress against your sensitive skin. There was no hesitancy in her touch, just a heavy grasp that urged you to ease your tightly crossed legs so her wonderful fingers could be closer to where you needed them. 

But you needed to come to your senses. Taking a chance, you lean back and feign falling off the stool, and are satisfied by the speed of sevika hoisting you back up to safety. But it gives you leverage to fist her shirt by the collar and fold her massive body over to your seated height. 

With the new vantage point, her macho act was so transparent you snickered at what you now realized. These past weeks you were sooo apprehensive when it came to Sevika’s blatant advances because you’d have to be insane to entertain the enforcer of Zaun. The fierce enforcer of Silco who made men taller than you piss themselves with just a sharp stare. 

The same woman, who harshly gripped your waist to make sure you were safely seated, didn’t have her usual malice in her eyes when it came to you. In fact, when it came to you, she was oddly docile. Still demanding, but with a gentleness that you never noticed. 

Perhaps, you could have some fun afterall. She’s still leaning over you as you take a chance to goad her. “Strange, from my observation you’re the one doing all the begging.”  The noticeable way her jaw tightens is almost humorous. “And it sounds so good coming from your lips.” 

You both were in a trance as you dare to cover her hands with yours. And the way her eyes flare totally made it worth it. “Maybe I was too hasty to turn you down all those times.” you murmured against check.

“Ya think,” she saids with a grumpy attitude but the way her hands are frantically palming your exposed flesh under your direction is a dead giveaway of her need. “Made me chase your ass for weeks.”

“Poor baby.” you coo against her sensitive ear. “Let’s make a deal.” Both pairs of hands move up your legs and reach past your skirt and to your upper thighs, scrunching up your skirt so much your panties are surely peaking through. You can feel the tightly held restraint it was taking Sevika to not overpower your hands. Just that knowledge made a delicious shiver shoot up from your core. “We’ll continue with whatever this is but with one condition. I get total control of everything while we’re together.” 

A rough scoff rakes up Sevika's chest, yet she presses herself even closer to your body. Her nose dragging up and down your collarbone. “Babe, ya know who you're talking to right? Think I’m that whipped that I’ll follow you around as if you have beer-flavored tits? Why would I when there’s a brothel right down the street?”

Asshole

“That’s up to you. But let’s test it out first, yeah?” Her quick head nod is the only green light needed as you smile with satisfaction. Slowly you remove your hands off hers. “What do you want?” you whisper in her ear. 

The answer is immediate. “Need to get between your warm thighs.” The second after you murmur a concession your legs are spread wide to accommodate Sevika’s bulky form that was now pressed against your panty-covered pussy. A tiny moan leaves your lips as she presses you even closer so you need to depend on her to avoid tumbling out the chair.

You dodge the hungry kiss she tries to plant on your lips. “Uh uh, musclehead.” You pry up in the chair, pressing slow, wet kisses along her neck. “I didn’t give you permission.” A slew of curses are tossed from her impatient lips as she throws her head back. Which is perfect for you as you continue to attack her neck. The image of her tortured face will be in your memory forever. “What’s your choice, love? Me or the brothel?” It takes effort but you reach your lips to her ear and suckle her earlobe.

“Shit. You fuck.” she groans. 

“Good choice baby. Go ahead and taste me.” A hand holds the nape of your neck as her full lips takes over and devours you with the most desperate kiss you ever experienced. All you can do was sit there and take it with the knowledge that you were still in full control. 

It was over too soon but Sevika wore a goofy overly confident wolfish grin. “Knew you’d give in eventually.”

The eyeroll was inescapable as you give her a patronizing pat on the chest. “Sure musclehead. Follow me to your office, your going to finish my paperwork while I take a nap.”

She grumbles but is right on your heels. Taking the clipboard in one hand and your hand in the other. “Guess this makes me your obedient lap dog now, huh?”

“You said it not me.”

[reallyromealone]

DAY🎃 TWENTY-TWO🎃 SHOWER/BATH SEX - NOZEL

⚠️warnings⚠️

Smut nsfw male reader, bottom male reader, gay, shower sex, rough sex, fingering

(Name) was exhausted from training but felt satisfied at the prospect of getting a little stronger and being able to help those who need it. The water was warm against his skin as he stood under the shower head with a sigh, feeling the grime come off his body as he rubbed soap along his skin, lost in the relaxation he didn't notice someone enter the Silver Eagles bath house until the shower turned on beside him.

Glancing over he was shocked to see his captain in his naked glory, chiseled to perfection and oozed power and confidence "hello captain" (name) said awkwardly while washing up, staring directly at the wall instead of his incredibly attractive captain who was naked and wet an--"hello (name), you did acceptable training today" Nozel said calmly as he pushed his hair back to wash it and (name) nodded flustered "t-thank you captain, you were quite impressive yourself" god he wanted to just fall down the drain with the water.

He really hoped he thought he was just shy and not flustered at the fact his Captain whom he had feelings for was so close and /naked/ none the less.

Act normal.

Nozel glanced at his subordinate who looked close to a breakdown and smirked slightly, he found him cute.

He heard he had rejected an engagement recently, Nozel himself looking for a lover.

Same sex marriages weren't uncommon in the clover kingdom, so long as Nozel produced an heir all was well after all.

And he wanted (name).

"I saw you looking at my pelvic area during training, your eyes never left me" Nozel walked behind (name) and blew in his ear, he knew (name)s feelings for him and watched as (name) looked down.

"Please don't toy with my feelings your Highness" (name)s voice was a whisper above the pitter patter of the shower, hugging himself subconsciously.

"I can assure you I'm not toying with your emotions" Nozel said flipping him around and pinning him to the marble wall, both men soapy and wet. Nozel was a hairline away from (name), he could feel his breath on his lips and strong hand on his hip "I wish for you to be mine" Nozel said genuinely before dipping in for a kiss, his lips slightly dry against (name)s who kissed back messily "you will get better" Nozel said between kisses as his hand that was placed on (name)s hip moved to grope his ass, (name) jolting at the contact but didn't break the kiss instead moaning as Nozel slipped his tongue in.

He tried to keep up with the kiss, Nozel taking control of the pace before pulling away and put his fingers to (name)s lips "suck" he commanded and (name) closed his eyes as he took Nozels long thick fingers in his mouth, tongue slowly lapping around them. Nozel watched intently, the shower muffling (name)s little whines and moans.

"Turn around, ass out" Nozel instructed as he pulled from (name)s swollen lips and (name) did as instructed, looking nervous while Nozel used his spare hand to spread one of his cheeks "perfect..." He whispered to himself, crouching before him and giving a lick as he circled the first finger around (name)s rim and pushing in.

"O-oh!" (Name) cried sweetly as Nozel slowly pumped his finger, pressing downwards slightly against his prostate before adding another finger, (name) whining when he began scissoring.

"I must assure you're stretched enough to handle me, you're so tight... Are you by chance a virgin?" His voice almost entranced and (name) bit his lip before nodding "y-yeah... Please be gentle" (name) was so precious, he would make an excellent husband Nozel concluded "of course" as he began fucking his fingers harder into (name)s ass, the poor knight struggling to sit up "o-oh! Fuck...!" (Name) tried so hard not to cum he really did but when Nozel hit his prostate just right... "My you're a sensitive one..."his head light as Nozel pulled out and before he knew it, the man's arms wrapped around his thighs and pressed him close against his broad chest and the marble wall, water pelting on them "I'm going to enter you now, relax" Nozel said kissing (name)s swollen lips with soft pecks.

(Name)s fingers got lost in the silver/white locks of hair that belonged to the royal, Nozel pushing in slowly and (name) wanted to cry at how great it felt, fat tears rolling down his face as Nozel bottomed out "b-big..." His brain felt fuzzy as his tongue stuck out slightly "o-oh god..."

"My cock only entered you and get your stupid?" Nozel teased as he pulled out and slammed back up into (name), punching the breath out of him.

"O-oh! Oh please!" Nozel started at an unrelenting pace, leaving (name) to tug and cry at every thrust.

"O-oh god!" The sound of skin slapping slightly muffled by two shower heads running as Nozel slammed into (name)s prostate "you're mine now, no one can ever make you feel the way I do"

"Yours... All yours..." (Name) babbled as his body shook, so close to another orgasm and Nozel wasn't far behind with how (name) had a vice grip on his cock it wouldn't be long till he came in that perfect ass.

"Gonna cum, fuck! O-oh!" (Name) shook as they kissed surrounded by the steam of the water, (name) cumming on his boyfriends? Fiance's? Abs as Nozel came hard into his ass, white liquid leaking from (name)s ass as they rode their highs.

"S-so..." (name) was shy and awkward as he dared look at Nozel "does this mean were..."

"I will arrange with our families for our engagement" Nozel kissed him "now let's clean you were filthy"

[barbsgirlfriend]

Velvet & Veneer headcanons

Genre: Headcanons

Fandom: Trolls

Warnings: none!

Pairing: a little bit of Veneer x Kid Ritz

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Veneer 🌟

Bro is a bitch 😭

Veneer is mean just like Velvet but in a more sophisticated way. She’s straight up mean and he’s more of the fake mean. He’ll pretend to like you then talk shit about you behind your back.

BOY KISSER!! GAY?! LIKES MEN??

Veneer is bisexual but has a preference for guys. He also might have a crush on the Bop on Top interviewer. 🤭

He’s very sensitive

He’s a very emotional person. No matter what, his feelings control him. However, Veneer’s better at managing it than Velvet. Did someone just insult him? He’s pissed off. Did someone just hug him? He’s very happy.

Veneer can bust some moves bro 🤯

He isn’t really that much into singing. Veneer only agreed to become a pop star because his sister wanted to. Veneer is much more into dance. He took ballet and jazz dance classes when he was younger and loved dancing ever since.

He struggles with impostor syndrome

Now, Veneer is… okay at singing and dancing. He struggles with his self image when performing and is scared of disappointing Velvet.

Veneer has veneers 🤓☝️

He was doing something stupid with Velvet when he was younger and fell. He knocked some of his teeth out and damaged some others. So he had to get veneers and dental implants. He also has a small gap in his front teeth.

Fashionista who???

Veneer only wants to look good. He makes sure all his clothing is presentable and expensive. Veneer pretty much picks out the outfits he and his sister wear. He isn’t that good with hair and makeup though :(

Velvet 🌟

Nice when you get to know them friend

Most people think she’s a bitch (which she is) but she can be extremely caring for her close friends and family. Veneer prob says: “oh she’s actually nice you just gotta get to know her”

Lives on caffeine

Velvet CANNOT survive without some caffeine in her system. She likes to get espressos from Starbucks. She’ll sometimes drink Red Bulls, but only when she’s performing.

She’s one of the girls 😍

Velvet likes women. And that is that

Velvet’s on the spectrum

She was diagnosed with high functioning autism when she was like twelve. Velvet struggles with empathy and understanding other’s emotions. She’s also very mean as a way to protect herself.

Expert song writer

She might not be good at singing songs… but she’s excellent at writing them! Velvet wrote some songs that the other famous Mount Rageons sang.

Emotional af

It doesn’t take much to make her snap. Velvet gets teary eyed when she’s angry and yells. She also gives really bad silent treatment. The reason she ran away when the trolls were yelling about her kidnapping BroZone is because she runs away from her problems instead of facing them head on.

(Anyway, I hope you like my silly headcanons! I’ll try to make more soon)

[littlxpxtal]

400 Lux

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 3.1k

You pick me up and take me home again

Head out the window again

We're hollow like the bottles that we drain

You drape your wrists over the steering wheel

Pulses can drive from here

We might be hollow, but we're brave

I love these roads where the houses don't change

Where we can talk like there's something to say

December Continued

Adding an extra dash of cinnamon into the bowl, mom turns to give me a stern look, holding up the whisk in a threatening manor.

“We never add enough.” I complain, pouting my bottom lip. She sticks her finger on a pile of flour and swipes it on my face. I gasp and she laughs out at me.

“We’re following a strict recipe. I refuse to change any measurements!” I huff out, turning my body to the stove, crouching down to check on the cookies we placed in about 8 minutes ago. 

“Second batch of gingerbreads almost done.” I call out as she starts on the batter for our next group of cookies - Jam thumbprints my favorite. 

“Start rolling out the dough for this last batch while I prep the Jam” she instructs. I walk to the sink, rinsing my hands off when the door bell rings.

“LUCY” I call out to my younger sister who is lounging on the couch, munching on the sugar cookies we made earlier this afternoon. 

She takes her time pushing herself off the couch to geto to the front door. I hear faint voices exchange hellos, and Lucy finally says “She’s in the kitchen”

Rafe comes from around the corner and my eyes widen. His backpack is slung over his shoulder, the front button of his uniform unbuttoned. 

“Hi Mrs. Y/L/N, Hi Y/N” He greets us with a devilish smile. I stare at him, my mouth agape at his audacity to be in my kitchen with my mom.

Mom dusts her hands on her apron and walks around the island counter to give him a hug. I internally cringe to see him wrap his arms around her and he sends me a wink.

“Rafe, it’s so nice to see you. You’re so grown!” she compliments, patting him on the shoulder.

“Smells good, what’re y’all making?” he asks, scanning the counters filled with various baking supplies and tools. The dining table stacked with various cookie types and sizes. 

“We’re finishing the last of the gingerbread men right now and were starting our Jam thumbprints. They’ll be our last cookie of the day.” my mom informs in, getting back to making the dough. 

He licks his lips, still scanning the cookies. “Those are my favorite” he says with a smile.

“Y/Ns too!” she says, playfully pushing into my side. I look down at the batter and begin to press the shape cutter into the rolled gingerbread dough.

“So what’re you doin here Rafe?” I ask. My mom tsks her tongue at me, giving me another stern look. 

“Uh I tried callin ya but I see now that you’re busy. I just wanted to come and drop off your stuff.” He puts down his bookbag on one of the barstools, pulling out the study packet and calculator. 

I had been so hyper focused on my exams all week that I honestly forgot I had even given those supplies to him last weekend.

“How’d the exam go?” I ask, continuing to cut out the shapes of the little men on the counter. 

“Think I aced it. Your study book was very … thorough.” he says with a smirk, walking over to stand and inspect the cookies I was working on. 

My mom pokes her head over “She’s always been a great test taker. She has an excellent ACT score.” my mom boasts.

“Mom” I hiss at her.

“Oh really, what do you have?” he asks. I purse my lips together, refusing to give him an answer. Mom chimes in for me “A 33. Isn’t that amazing!” she cries out.

“Kinsey got a perfect score.” I grumble under my breath

“A score like that and she wants to go to NC State.” she says, shaking her head at Rafe. 

“NC State really” he says, raising an eyebrow. I finally turn to look at him after cutting the last cookie out.

“Duke would be a living hell and I would see too many Kooks at UNC.” I say, staring at him with an emotionless expression.

“She’s still waiting to hear back from UPenn though.” my mom chimes in again. 

His eyebrows stay raised. “That’s pretty far.” he states.

“That’s my dads alma malter. I really don’t think I’m going to get in, I only have good grades, I didn’t do half the extra curriculars most of the applicants did. Plus I’ll be fine with NC State. Its the perfect distance that I wanna go.” I start placing each cookie on a baking sheet as Rafe watches me intently.

“Well I’ll get out of your hair,” he says, backing away. “But I also wanted to invite you to the Christmas get-together we’re having tonight at Toppers.” I snort at his choice of words, avoiding his usual vocab of “banger” and “kegger” for the sake of my mother.

“Oh honey that sounds nice.”

“Mom we still have to finish all these cookies.”

“Lucy is perfectly able to help me out with the last batch. When’s your hangout starting?” she asks Rafe, already starting to push me away from the kitchen.

“I can pick you up around 7:30” he says, walking towards the front door. 

“I wasn’t planning on going out tonight.” I say crossing my arms.

“Honey, you should go. And you can take some cookies!” My mom says, giving Rafe a hug goodbye.

“See you at 7:30 then.” he says with a smirk before opening the front door. I turn on my heels and shoot daggers at my mom.

“Hes such a nice boy.” she says before walking into the kitchen. “Go get ready.” she says, more commanding than suggestive. 

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Mom kept popping her head in while I was getting ready, so I kept a robe on, and kept the makeup to a minimum. I pull out a large ugly Christmas sweater from my closet and slide it over my tiny red dress. I was trying my best to keep up the facade that this was a pure christmas hang out to celebrate the end of exams. I slide on a black pair of tights underneath for extra measure. 

The doorbell rings at 7:30 sharp. I apply a few dot of lipgloss onto my lined lips and grab my bag, heading up the stairs.

“Rafe, how you doin?” I hear my dad greet Rafe at the front door. When I come into view of the front door I see that Rafe and I were on the same page. He was wearing a santa hat and an ugly sweater with a reindeer on the front. My mom rushes past me with a tin full of cookies shoving them into Rafe’s hands.

“You kids be good alright?” my dad says, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“What time do you want her home?” 

“No specific time, just get home safe.” my dad instructs, giving him a firm handshake and walking back towards the living room.

“It’s okay if you need to stay at the Cameron estate, we trust you to stay safe and don’t want you drinking and driving.” my mom whispers into my ear.

“I’m sure I’ll get home fine.” I say before giving her a tight hug. We walk out the front door and he opens the car door for me. I hop into his truck and place my bag and the cookies in the back.

“What time does this actually start?” I ask as he turns his head around while backing out of my driveway.

“Not till 10. Figured that would be suspiciously late for your mom. Thought you could come with me on the alc run.” 

“Where do you usually get your stuff?” I ask, slipping the sweater up and off my body, tossing it in the back.

“Mainland” he says, turning the volume up. I groan and pull my tights off, bringing my knees up to my chest.

“Cant use my fake round here, they know ‘M not 21.” I nod, understanding the risk and start to play with his apple car play.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, swatting my hand away.

“Putting songs on queue. If ‘m stuck in this car with you for the next two hours I’d like to listen to my favorite driving songs.”

“None of that Taylor Swift bullshit.” he says, his hand returning back to the steering wheel.

“You’re so reputation-coded.” I laugh at my own joke, putting some songs into the queue. Rafe liked a lot of rap, which I could get down to but I also needed to add my own pump-up songs on rotation.

“Don’t know what the fuck that even means.” he says.

“I’ll play the one that has Future on it.”

“She did a collab with Future?” he asks, turning to take a glance at me. His eyes scan my body up and down, finally taking a peek at the dress I had underneath the sweater.

“You’re gonna fuckin freeze” he mutters, gripping the steering wheel tightly, clnehcing his jaw. I watch as his hands flex and start chewing on the inside of my cheek. 

“This is for you.” he says motioning down to the reusable tumbler in the cup holder. I pick it up and take a small sip.

“Damn this is good what is it?” 

“Apple cider sangria. Rose’s special.” he says with a tone of annoyance. “Figured you would wanna pregame.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” I say with a smile. He gives me another quick glance before turning the volume up even higher for the last chorus of a Playboy Carti song. I made sure to leave most of his songs at the front of the queue, trying to not annoy him so early into our drive. He’s surprised when I sign along to a few of them. By the time we reach the liquor store were both shouting at the top of our lungs the chorus to Mr. Rager by Kid Cudi.

“MR. RAGER, CAN WE TAG ALONG? CAN WE TAKE A JOURNEY?”

“You want anything?” he asks, turning off the truck and unbuckling his belt.

“Peppermint Schnapps?” I ask, battling my eyelashes at him. He smiles and nods his head, “I’ll be back. Don’t do nothin stupid.” 

After about 5 minutes He walks out with the store clerk, loading up everything into the bed of his truck. The man daps Rafe up and he walks up to the front of the car.

“You hungry or anything?” he asks, putting Topper’s location into the GPS. 

“I could go for Cook Out.” I say with a smirk.

“That place is foul.” he grunts, adding a stop to Cook Out on the GPS.

“I’ll take a small burger, a small fry and a Cheerwine pleaseee” I say as we pull throught he drive through. He repeats my order, getting himself a corndog and a banana milkshake.

He passes me the food and I shriek out in excitement. 

“You’re cute” he says as I stick a straw into his milkshake for him. My songs start to play and I reach over to turn up the volume. I peak my eyes up at him and he glances down and nods in head, letting me touch the nob, twisting it up.

Lights Up by Harry Styles starts thumping throught he bass of his truck and I sing along with pride. As we pass through backroads I roll the window down, feeling the crisp winter air blow into the car. 

“Take my picture” I say, passing my unlocked phone to him. I push myself up and out of the car, leaning my body out of the window, letting my hair flow 

“Careful” he grumbles, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding my phone up, snapping pictures. I stick my hands out, imagining myself like Harry in the music video. 

“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?”  I shout into the sky. Rafe pulls me by my arm back into the car and tosses my phone onto my lap.

“Can’t do dumb shit like that when I have alcohol in the back” he growls. I ignore him and go into my camera roll to inspect the picture she took.

“Might need you to be my photographer for the night” I say, flicking throught the images.

He rolls his eyes, slurping on his milkshake. 

We finally roll up to the Thornton estate and Rafe instructs me to head inside and get Top and Kelce to help him bring everything. I follow his instructions and walk in, finding Top leaning over the bannister of the top floor, a santa hat lopsided on his had, a beer bottle swinging loosely in his hand. He catches sight of me and lets out a roar

“Y/N!” making his way down the stairs I greet him with a hug.

“Rafe’s outside with the alc.” I inform him. He pats my shoulder and heads out to help Rafe unload the truck. The living room is already filled, this time with more familiar faces. 

I spot Sabrina across the room with our group of friends and I make my way over.

She lights up when she sees me, running towards me with open arms.

“Did you come with Rafe?” she immediately asks.

“What happened to hello, how are you?” I joke, hugging her back. 

“Topper said you went with him to the mainland for Alc.” she says, guiding me to the couch.

“Yea I didn’t really have a choice. He told my mom he would pick me up and then sprung that on me as well pulled out of my driveway.”

Our conversation is interrupted by cheers as the boys pile into the living room, bottles of liquor and cases of beer in their hands. 

“Lets get this party started” Topper hollers to the crowd. Everyone cheers back and swarm the guys, ripping open into the cases. I pull Sabrina up to the bar where the boys start unloading the bottles and mixers that we got. 

“Lets do some shots.” Kelce suggests. “We do Holiday shots a little different round here, Y/N” he says turning towards the back counter, grabbing bottles of chocolate syrup out. My eyebrows lift and I watch Sabrina hop onto the barstool.

“Why dont you show her how its done Sab?” Topper suggests. She gleams back at him and turns around. Her back against the counter, leaning her head back and opening her mouth wide. Topper props himself up on the counter, a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps in one hand, chocolate syrup in the other. 

“First you give the victim a shot,” he begins to slowly fill Sabrina’s mouth with the clear liquid. She stays still as he opens the lid of the chocolate syrup. “And then you top them off with a little bit of Syrup. He squirts a dollop into her mouth and she closes it, swallowing it all and raising her hands up. 

“We do it this way, or sitting on someones lap.” she says with a smirk, hoping off the barstool.

“Lets see if we can get another volunteer.” Top scans the room and calls over Carissa. I roll my eyes, stepping back against the kitchen wall. 

“Rafe, show her how it's done,” Topper says. Rafe, who had also ditched his ugly sweater, now wearing a dark red polo, waltzes over to the bar stool and pulls Carissa on top of him. Her back is against the bar like Sabrinas was and he holds back her neck, pouring the liquor into her mouth, and then squirting the chocolate syrup into her mouth. A little bit extra lands on her cheek and she squeals, pushing Rafe aggressively on his chest. She hops off of his lap and he and Topper exchange laughs.

“You ready to try?” Top asks, still propper up on the counter. 

“I volunteer” A voice comes from around the corner. It’s Noah. Rafe reluctantly gets up from the chair and pushes past Noah, knocking his shoulder. He stands next to me and I hesitate, walking over. He grabs my hips and lifts me up onto his lap, swiviling in the bar chair to press me against the counter.

I lean my head back and he grabs the back of my neck, pouring the peppermint down my throat. My eyes lightly water and I feel my body tremble beneath him. His hand around my neck didnt feel as nice as Rafe’s and I feel myself clenching inside at the feeling of my legs on his lap. He places a dot of syrup in my mouth and I swallow, Sabrina cheering behind me with a beer bottle in her hand. 

I lift my head back up to meet Noahs eyes and he smiles, leaning up close to my face.

“That was hot.” he whispers. I stifle a laugh and hop off of the chair. Adjusting my dress back down my legs. I look around to see that Rafe left the spot on the wall and was making his way into the crowd. 

Sabrina and I make our way into the middle of the crowd dancing along to the songs booming through the speakers. After finishing a few beers I ask Sabrina if she wants another shot. She excitedly says yes and we find Topper and Kelce maning the station, chocolate Syrup all over the counter, and their faces. 

“We wanna take a shot again.” Sabrina says, tapping Toppers shoulder. He turns and grins down at her.

“Y’all have to kiss after if you want more.” he says jokingly. We exchange a look between each other and I shrug.

“Okay”

I plop onto the stool and Sabrina hops on top of my lap. I go through the motions of the shot, Rafe appears back in the room for the first time since he had left before.

After Sabrina swallows the shot, I pull her neck down to meet my face and we exchange a quick peck, gaining a cheer from the guys behind the counter.

Making eye contact with Rafe, he has a smirk on his face, running his hand over his chin and chuckling under his breath. I can tell Sabrina is drunk by the way she slides off of my lap and wobbles over to Topper.

“My turn.” he says and she grabs his hand leading him from behind the counter. I get off the stool and go over to stand by Rafe, his Santa hat still placed neatly ontop of his head.

“Will you take some pictures of me now?” I ask innocently. He turns his head, bending his neck down to meet my face.

“Where were you thinking?”

“Upstairs bathroom?” I say, holding my breath for his reaction.

“Let's go.”

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi! I'm the same person who wrote the request for all the hashira, since you can't do all the hashira do you think you could do iguro, tengen and rengoku? Thank you so much :)

M’kay! I’ve done a child Dokusha before but guess I’ll do it again! For @totallynotsweetheartsbelloved! Here it is and I hope it’s somewhat like what you want!

Iguro Obanai

Obanai understands fully why you’re afraid of men and why you cower at the sight of him. Most men are vile, dangerous monsters from what he’s seen but he doesn’t want to hurt you and likes the look of you

Obanai develops a precise strategy to try get around your fear. He gives you gifts everyday, little gifts as Kaburamaru slithers into your sight, before he leaves. This way your developing mind tells you that he isn’t a threat

Obanai is relived and joyous when you finally willingly show yourself to him and go up to him. He makes no subtle movements, staying dead still to let you examine him until you proclaim you trust him

Obanai is very soft, harmless and defensive over you post-trust building. He knows just because you like him doesn’t mean, you like every man so he needs to keep you safe. He shields you from the psychotic ones and continues to gift you random cute accessories each day

Uzui Tengen

Yeah. That makes sense, Tengen can fully grasp why you’re afraid of all men, including him. He would have been the same if he didn’t have this career, yet, he wants to help you and give you a home so he gets to work

Tengen thinks the best thing he can do to try build trust is have his wives talk to you as comfort before revealing himself. You are fine around women so if polite, sweet women introduce him, it may tell you that he is a trustworthy being and overtime, it actually does

Tengen has to keep his eccentric excitement and relief hidden with you when you walk over to him yourself. His wives did a excellent job at painting him as a good person, he reaches for your head and asks for permission to pay

Tengen is like a playful protective dad post-trust building. He keeps only openly harmful men away from you and gives you whatever you want, he does spoil you rotten but how else can he heal your broken heart without showing you luxury

Rengoku Kyojuro

Kyojuro feels immense shame and anger at his own sex. You’re afraid of men because they kept hurting you over and over, and he wants to do everything he can to fix that, make it that you’re not afraid of men so you don’t have to suffer

Kyojuro can’t stop all the fear but he can limit it with him. He immediately devises a plan to try win your trust, himself doesn’t talk to you but his little brother Senjuro tries, instead. It’s a bit more successful but each conversation with Senjuro convinces both Rengokus aren’t out to hurt you

Kyojuro’s relief and pride overflows his body when you, with Senjuro, go up to hug him. He can’t bring himself to move at all as he is worried that you’ll run away if he makes a single flinch. Like a helpless infant animal, he is so careful with how he moves

Kyojuro is the most affectionate and doting of the three here. He wants to express his care to you fully, no smoke and mirrors, so your little brain knows he is just here to love and protect you. He avoids the dangerous men in public altogether and lets you talk to women only

I apologise about the one coloured manga icon. Im running out of Obanai icons really fast and it make me sad!

[hotcat37]

Käärijä songs personified (pt.2)

Some more Kä songs with made up character traits :3 Maybe I should do the same for JO songs these are fun

Huhhahhei: -a hopeless romantic, pulls out roses from thin air -he always wears the leather coat and a Captain's hat -self proclaimed captain of his love boat (no one knows what boat he is referring to) -his date ideas include fishing, going to amusement parks and having sex -looks intimidating but he's actually very sweet and always in a good mood

Kiertävä Sirkus: -uses self deprecating humor to cope -will not flex about his money because he's broke as hell -there's a lot going on inside but he struggles to put his feelings into words so he'll resort to making monkey noises if he's feeling flustered -has very colorful makeup and clothes on, he'll always stand out -has a love/hate relationship with performing but you can rip that microphone from his cold dead hands

Paidaton Riehuja: -very body positive, he encourages anyone to take off their shirts like the shirtless guru he is -often seen walking around with a yellow plastic guitar, a weapon or an instrument? No one knows -I actually rlly like the idea of Paidaton!Käärijä specifically being trans, so he's transmasc with top surgery scars :3 -has tried taking up going to the gym several times but always ends up giving up -a bit of a himbo but he's got the spirit

Fantastista: -he looks like the Fantastista album cover (yes, he's literally black&white) -he's the youngest of the Kä's, even younger than Mic Mac Käärijä -very stubborn and determined to get his way, ends most demands with "It's a threat👺" -as bratty as he is, he's also quite thoughtful and always makes sure to keep things quiet for the neighbors past 22:00 -quite reckless, constantly has to be dragged out of mosh pits and fights

Menestynyt yksilö: -very bitter about the past, he gets caught up on all the time he's lost -he may be a bit depressing but conversations with him are real as fuck and he gives excellent life advice -has a big soft spot for dogs and would like to get one some day -very pessimistic about the future, especially once he's had a few drinks in him -honestly just needs a hug

Auto Jää: -absolutely insufferable, do not pair him with Urheilujätkä!Käärijä or you have two over energetic men that will cause chaos -always wears the black/pink ski jacket -he's quite childish but also very responsible, will fuck you up if you even consider drunk driving -give this man a bottle of champagne and everything will be flooded within seconds -just happy to be here

Viulunkieli: -one of the few Kä's that isn't completely broke, gets a reasonable paycheck -he's quite sensitive to people's moods and gets nervous when he picks up on tension -very close with Välikuolema!Käärijä, they get along well -his plans to have a fun night out usually don't go so well 😅 -keeps talking about this mysterious figure called Kari, no one has seen the man before

Rock Rock: -very self confident, is always talking abt how much he loves his mom -has some kind of fascination with construction cranes -very bouncy and is often hopping all over the place -he exagarates his own success but, well, as long as he's happy.... -prone to babbling and talking really fast

Online: -is very openly anti social media -however the reason he's so vocal about not being in online spaces is because he can get addicted very easily so he tries to keep himself from falling back into internet addiction by talking smack about it -communicates mostly through written letters and maybe if you're lucky you can have the number to his landline phone -is the least pale of the Käärijä's, actually goes on proper vacations -he uses a Polaroid camera if he wants to take pictures somewhere

Nou Roblem: -bro has sunglasses on at all times to disguise the European gay porn sadness in his eyes -"I don't have a problem haha" (guy who has a lot of problems) -rides a moped around -is often hungry, pls feed the man -consequences always come back to bite him in the ass no matter how much he tries to play it cool

[quodekash]

im making dangerous romance my entire personality so im sorry to all my non-bl mutuals for the spamming of your dash every Friday night/saturday morning but its gotta happen

this is how I pose for photos

A KISS???

PLS LET IT BE A KISS

EEEEEEEEEEEEE

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR AGESSSSSS

but also kang's gonna cry in this scene. we've seen it in the end credits, sailom wearing kang's jersey and hugging kang and grinning while kang is full on sobbing and I still can't guess why kang would be sobbing while sailom's grinning and comforting him

thats adorable

I literally love them so much

OH

OH HONEYYY

HE'S TEARING UP

I GET IT NOW

IT'S OKAY KANG HONEY, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO CRY

I actually really love this

like a lot

generally crying is associated with sad things and characters in shows, particularly if they're men, usually only portray crying as sad, but its actually perfectly normal to cry for literally any emotion at all, and its so refreshing to see him tearing up so much that he needs to wipe it away with his hand, but not because something bad happened, because he's so proud of himself and of how far hes come and it just makes him cry, nothing more complicated than that.

you see, im pretty sure my emotions are stored in my eyes, and I think I generally feel overwhelming amounts of emotions more often than the average person, so at least once a day, those emotions come spilling out because there's just too much of it to keep in my eyes at once

im honestly genuinely surprised I still have tears left

wait how are tears made

where do they come from

how do they not run out

google is not answering my question properly and im too tired and stupid to process whole-ass articles and research thingies so can Someone Who Knows Things please get back to me on this? like how do our eyes just keep producing tears over and over again without running out of stock

so. he couldnt find his watch. he found out one of his employees stole it. he fired that employee. he's now grumpy because he has to water plants himself now. another employee offered to do the plant watering for him. in exchange, he's giving the employee the very same watch.

do you see what im tryna say here? and what everyone else also probably noticed? it just doesnt make sense

the math aint mathin

is it... leverage against saifah?

because he told him to water the plants every day from now on

idk man im too tired for this to figure out what's going on

he's ridiculous, I love him

like I said at the start of the episode sailom, you're boyfriends now, there's no WAY he's letting you keep your personal space

AAA

HJSHDJHDJGH

oh. so it's... not them running away? it's just them heading to a training camp?

wait but in that shot in the intro they dont have much with them. surely thats not them going to a training camp, that's gotta be them running away????

...

here it comes. here comes the angst. a lot later in the episode than I was expecting, but it's here nonetheless and im not happy about it

go shove a cactus up your ass you bastard

OHOHOHOH I THINK THEY ARE ABOUT TO RUN AWAY

BECAUSE WHAT KANGSAILOM ARE CURRENTLY WEARING IS WHAT THEYRE WEARING IN THAT SHOT IN THE INTRO

AND THEY JUST RODE THE BIKE TO SCHOOL

AND THEY JUST TALKED ABOUT GOING TO KORAT

SO I THINK THEY'RE LITERALLY RIGHT ABOUT TO LEAVE AND HAUL THEIR ASSES OUT OF THERE

like right at the end of the episode probably

perth tanapon sukumpantanasan is a wonder

PARALLELS TO EPISODE 1 WHERE KANG WAS TELLING SAILOM TO PROSTATE HIMSELF ON HIS KNEES

ASSHOLE

BASTARD

PRICK

BULLY

BITCH

THERE ARE NOT WORDS ENOUGH TO EXPRESS THE NAMES I WANT TO CALL HIM

IM AGGRESSIVELY FLIPPING OFF MY SCREEN RIGHT NOW HE'S TERRIBLE AND DISGUSTING AND HORRIBLE AND I KNEW HE WAS BAD AND I KNEW HE WOULD BE THIS BAD BUT HOLY FRICK THIS IS DISGUSTING I can't wait for this man to be shot

excellent closing words

turn your back and walk away from this mess (and come back to a crime scene where your father has been shot and your boyfriend's brother is being arrested in front of the house but we'll get to that when it comes to it)

I get what he's feeling and what he means but kang, you still have your friends, you still have your boyfriend, your grandma, you're not completely alone

thank you sailom for pointing out to him that he's not alone, you're doing me a huge favour (especially considering im a viewer through a screen and not someone who can actually interact with kang so anything I say is kind of pointless)

hugs :(

OKAY SO THE THING IS RIGHT

this is really sad and horrible and all that stuff

but, but but but but, he's cried three times in one episode. and one of those times wasn't crying from sadness. that doesnt happen often and I think we should acknowledge that

I love kang for being an emotional mess, he's like me frfr

side note: all of sailom's hugs look so comfortable

YESSSSS THEYRE FINALLY GONNA KISS NEXT EPISODE

and like I know they've technically already kissed twice but I mean they're finally gonna kiss good if that makes sense

the first time was revenge, and im sorry kang but the second time was just bad. that was a bad kiss.

WHICH, BY THE WAY, IS FINE

its okay to have a bad first kiss

in fact, there should be MORE bad first kisses in relationships in fictional media

also: loved the gay motorbike commercial in the post-credits scene thingy

ANYWAY this episode was amazing and it was so fluffy and I loved it all so so so much and I'll definitely be rewatching it every day over the next week to keep the brainworms under control, like im slapping flex seal over a crack in my soul repeatedly every day until the next episode comes out

goodnight folks, its nearly 3am, have a wonderful evening/day/morning/whatever, and keep calm and sailom

[l3m0ncyan]

New to Life | Chapter 10

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x hispanic! teen! Reader

Masterlist

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Note: when you see -()- , play A Man Without Love ;)

PS. When the reader gets into fighting mode, play any song that pumps you up or makes you feel badass.

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Layla deflected Harrow's blast that was aimed at Marc, knocking him back and onto the floor. She was dressed in a golden Egyptian collar with a red jewel in the center. She wore a sleeveless top with gold on the front and white cloth framing it. The gold wings were more noticeable, with the 'feather' at the top being a long golden blade. Marc locked his gaze on her and went in to hug her.

“Thank god you’re okay” he held her head, trying to check if she was not hurt.

Layla smiled, “How did you get back? Wait did Y/N come back too? Where is she?” She asked hopeful and looked around.

Marc stayed quiet and looked down. Taking this as a sign for Steven, he took control and hesitated.

“She stayed back, she didn’t want us to making a deal of her coming back if it meant spending more time with Khonshu as his avatar” Steven frowned.

Layla stood there in shock, the reality of Y/N being gone hitting her more than it did the first time. Marc came back into the body and stared at her apologetically.

“I couldn’t save her, it’s all my fault. I should have just-”

Layla held both sides of his face and stared into his eyes, “No, don’t blame yourself. Her death was not your fault. The only one responsible is the one who started this all”

They turned to see Harrow standing up and getting ready to fight them. Many of his men stood together with guns drawn, walking towards them.

Marc's rage grew as he stared at Harrow's smug expression. Layla soon followed suit, taking a defensive stance. The two exchanged glances with those in front of them. They are blaming them for the death of their close friend.

As they began to fight, they were releasing all the pent up rage from before. Trying to avenge Y/N.

—

Walking away from where she had previously awoken, she looked around to see where she needed to go, but all she saw was sand. Noting, the drive from Mogart's was only a few hours long, not including the time they had to walk to the camp.

“Alright, so what’s the plan? Unless you have flying abilities included, we won’t be back in Cairo until a month or two if we walk” Y/N looks up to Hathor who is holding both of her hands together over her stomach.

“Oh, have more faith, Y/N. Unfortunately I do not give flying abilities like Khonshu does, but you have something we can use” she points to Y/N’s chest.

Y/N looks down but doesn’t seem to understand. Was it a metaphor? If it was, it wouldn’t really help in this case.

“Oh dear,” she laughs, “Don’t tell me you forgot all about those abilities you first got”

Y/N furrows her brows and then lets out an ‘oh’ sound, “What about it? All I do is shoot tentacles from the floor”

"That's what you made yourself believe," Hathor shakes her head. "Perhaps practice will be beneficial. Concentrate that power somewhere on your body, perhaps on your lower back."

Y/N pauses for a few seconds before proceeding. Her lower back tingles as she breathes in. As she concentrates, the world seems to quiet down. She hears a squirming sound behind her and notices four spider-like legs emerge. She looks up in awe as two of them are over her and the others are around her waist.

“Excellent, you can probably use that as defense, or offense. Now use that same focus, and bring them to your legs, instead this time imagine those limbs spreading across your legs and covering them”

Nodding, Y/N brings the tentacles back into her back and now puts her energy on to her legs. Tingling occurs below and she sees a black goop like substance covering from her feet to her knees.

“What now?” Looking up at Hathor, expecting another type of lesson.

“Jump. Pay attention to your legs when you do”

Y/N hesitates and jumps, waiting for her to say something else. She didn't expect to jump so high into the air. Her arms flailed around as she panicked at the height she was in. She was able to keep an eye on everything from the camp to a few miles away. When she calmed down, she saw the stars more clearly than ever. She felt as if she could reach out and touch the cool purple sky. She felt like she was on cloud nine; she had never seen anything like this before, especially in mid-air.

She felt her stomach turn as she started to come down. She landed on both feet, expecting to break a bone, but nothing was broken. A loud thud was heard, causing a sand wave to form on the ground.

She took a few moments to calm her racing heart and examine her black goo-covered feet. She was even more ecstatic, mainly because she had no idea her first set of abilities did such a thing.

“That was cool as fuck,” she giggled and looked up to Hathor, “Any idea where Cairo might be at?”

Hathor nodded and pointed to the direction where the camp was, meaning Cairo was ahead.

Nodding, she bent her legs and prepared to jump. Angling to jump forward, she stretched her legs out and immediately flew into the air. Staring straight ahead, she prepared for the battle that was coming. Perhaps it wasn’t a good thing but, she was feeling rather exhilarated.

—

As she got closer to the city, she saw the scene where balls of purple light flew up to the sky. Along with the flying lights, there were screams heard below.

“Shit, this looks bad. You sure we aren’t late to the fight?” Y/N asked outloud.

In her mind, came a feminine voice, “Actually we are on time”

"Damn, I wish I had my earbuds, I would have played my fight song to pump me up," she grinned. " Wait, aren't you the musical goddess? Why don't you play some for me?"

Hathor chuckled, “Although it sounds like an excellent idea, I do not have that kind of power yet. Perhaps imagine there is music playing”

Shrugging, she jumped down to a nearby building and looked down. Many of Harrows followers were doing the same trick with holding hands and seeing if they were innocent or not.

However what caught Y/N’s eye was purple light coming from her left. Turning to see what was happening, she saw a mix of Marc and Steven plus Layla ganging up on Harrow. Thinking that they were able to handle it, Harrow threw a large purple blast at them, knocking them down.

Eyes focused on Harrows move, Y/N ran towards her friends, a new kind of energy building up in her.

-

Harrow approached Marc and Layla, readying his cane for another blast. Marc stood up using his elbows, feeling pain in his back. He turned to Layla and saw how she was down and struggling to get up. Marc reached for one of his crescent daggers from his chest piece, but Harrow pushed his hand away, causing the dagger to fall.

“Oh Marc, you should have just joined me. Not only will vengeance for Y/N fail, but Layla will be killed for your actions” he smiled.

Harrow's cane began to glow and he aimed it toward Marc, ready to finish him off. Marc glared at him, not letting him see his defeated face.

“Goodbye Marc”

Before he could let the blast hit Marc, a knee struck him in the jaw, causing him to fall. Harrow rubbed his chin and looked up at the attacker.

Y/N was enraged and stood in front of Marc and Layla. She balled her fists and walked slowly to Harrow, ready to punch him in the face for nearly killing her friends.

Marc and Layla were taken aback by her appearance. Their friend had returned, looking stronger and more confident than ever. She was no longer the eighteen-year-old girl hiding behind them.

“I will admit, I am surprised you came back. You really aren’t as weak as you seemed” Harrow began to stand up.

“That’s crazy, but I don’t care” Y/N ran up to him, summoning the four tentacles on her back.

He pointed the cane at her with a bright light, but one of the tentacles grabbed it and threw it away. Harrow's pupils dilated. Y/N charged at him, landing a punch that sent him flying to the far end of the alley they were in.

She took a deep breath, feeling the anger leave her. When she turned around, she noticed Marc standing across from her without his mask. As she examined his stance, she had the impression he was about to yell at her. Who wouldn't want to? Especially since she chose to remain dead, and knowing him and Steven, they didn't have the opportunity to convince her otherwise. She took a deep breath in and prepared to explain.

"Look, I know you're mad at me, and I know I shouldn't have stayed back like that, but guess what? I'm back!  she smiled, but as Marc approached, she gulped. "Plus, I just saved you two from being blasted into pieces, so what I really deserve is a thank you from-"

The ramblings of Y/N were cut off. As Marc approached her, his suit changed into a white tux, and Steven entered and drew her into a tight hug. It was as warm as the one they shared in the Duat, but she felt better knowing it was legitimate. His hug felt constricting as he took in the fact that she was back.

"Bloody hell! Never, ever, ever scare me like that again!" Steven said as he drew away and looked into her eyes. "I thought we'd lost you for good! I couldn't bear the thought of my best friend dying and being abandoned in that land of sand"

Steven's eyes seemed to well up with tears, which he tried to hide by giving Y/N another hug. Y/N hugged him as well, unconcerned about the amount of affection he was showing. She was in desperate need of it.

Y/N smiled and patted his back, “Hey, it was a good way to add that missing drama in our life”

Steven rolled his eyes, but his body tightened. Marc's suit encircled him and he stared at her. His shoulders appeared tense, and his jaw appeared clenched. As his judging face analyzed hers, Y/N shrank. Was he upset with her still?

"Hey, you should be grateful that I was able to come back and save your ass.  You were about to die," she said, pointing back to the scene, but when she turned around, her thoughts were cut off again.

Marc squeezed her and held her in place, breathing deeply. His hug was more protective and fearful. He was afraid she would leave again, and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps it was safe to say she was the glue that held him together.

"Don't ever do that again," he said as he drew away and grabbed her face, turning it in different directions to check for bruises or cuts. "Is there anything that hurts? Who punched you? If someone punched you, I swear-"

Grabbing his hands, Y/N pulled them off and held them, “I’m fine dude, sorry for scaring you guys. I missed you too”

His eyes soften and he holds her once more, as a promise that he’ll protect her. His body becomes tense once again and Steven takes control. He looks down at her and ruffles her hair.

“Next time, don't wander off again” Steven smiles.

Moving her head away from his hand, “Jeez, why are you guys acting like I’m your kid”

“To clarify, it seems like you are our annoying younger sister. Plus we love you too much to see you as an independent adult”

Y/N looks surprised by his statement. With everything they've been through, it's understandable that they love each other at this point. In a sibling and parent-child relationship of course.

“I love you guys too…yeah that sounds weird, I can’t” she cringes and backs away. Steven gives a small laugh at Y/Ns actions.

Layla walks up to them, “I hope I am not intruding, but I am feeling left out on the reunion”

Y/N looks at her and runs up to her for a hug. Layla holds her in an endearing way. Same with the boys, she has become attached to her even after just a couple of days of being with her.

“Man sorry about that scare, I honestly didn't think I would be back, but luckily for you guys, I came to your rescue," Y/N smirks but her eyes fall to the appearance of Layla, "Oh shit! Is that Tawarets outfit for you? It looks badass"

Layla grins and then takes in Y/Ns look, "You as well. What god took an interest in you?"

"Hathor! The goddess of music and love! Of course, that explains the small symbol on your headband" Steven points at the center of Y/Ns head.

She gives it a light touch and shrugs, "Didn't even notice it, but yeah, Hathor took me back to the Field of Reeds and then asked if I wanted to be her avatar”

“This is great! We have a better chance on defeating Harrow now-“ Steven clapped his hands together but then his eyes rolled back and Marc took control.

“This isn’t great at all, you’re saying your now an avatar to some god we only met once?” Marc holds up a finger to indicate only meeting once.

Y/N crossed her arms and stares at Marc, “First of all, how long have you known Khonshu before working for him?” Marc stays quiet and Y/N smiles.

“Exactly, second of all you didn’t let me finish to say that we agreed to only being a temporary thing”

“Right because you can always trust gods”

“I trust her”

“Oh are you going to defend your lover again?”

“Again! It was only one time that I blushed at her name! How about you? Don’t forget how I heard you in your sleep calling for-”

Marc covered Y/N’s mouth with his hand immediately, “We said it would be a secret”

Y/N nodded and rolled her eyes. Marc took his hand away. He kept his gaze fixed on Y/N, waiting for her to make a move. They had a brief stare-down before Y/N opened her mouth.

“Heard you in your sleep calling for Layla!” She blurted out.

Marcs face warmed up and tightened his jaw, “That’s it, I want you to get somewhere safe, don’t come out until it’s all over”

Her shoulders slumped, “Just because I exposed your secret?! You have been spilling mine since we first died! Oh, and don't act like you didn't just see me send Harrow flying? I’ll be fine”

Marc glared at her and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had forgotten how stubborn she was before any of this happened.

“It’s true Marc, with the avatars powers, she’ll be able to hold her ground” Layla jumps into the argument, ignoring what was said before.

“With the powers maybe, but she doesn’t even have much armor on to protect herself” Marc retorts.

“Me and Layla literally have the same style of armor, how come you aren’t sending her back, sorry to drag you into this Layla” Y/N looks over to her apologetically

“Her armor is fine, plus she can regenerate now” Layla gestures to Y/N.

“They are right Marc, why not let her join us. The more the merrier”

“Oh you two huh?” Marc glares at his reflection that’s behind Y/N.

“Thank you” Y/N extends an arm to the reflection and looks back at Marc.

Layla tries hard not to laugh as the two continue to argue. Marc being soft and protective to Y/N was a sight she didn't expect to see again. Marc and Y/N continued to argue about allowing her to stay, bringing up embarrassing moments that they had promised to keep private. With Y/N, however, she was unwilling to keep promises if Marc continued to piss her off.

“My mind is set! You leave, or I’ll drag you away myself” Marc declared.

Layla tried to reason with Marc, but it didn't seem to be working. That was until Y/N felt a strange sensation, the same one she had in Mogart's glass pyramid.

“Look out”

A rather deep voice was heard within her mind. It was definitely not Hathor. Her voice was more gentle while this one was more rugged.

Y/N's eyes widened and she grabbed the two adults by the arms. The three were pulled to the side and their backs against the wall. A black web-like form emerged from the back of Y/N and went over Marc and Layla, holding them in place. Soon after, a bright purple ball of light flew past them and collided with a car that had been standing nearby from where they stood.

They stood there frozen from the sudden attack, not realizing they could have died at that moment. Turning their heads to where the blast came from, they saw Harrow walking towards them, warming up another attack.

“Maybe it’s best if she stuck with us” Layla breathed out.

Marc and Y/N nodded. The black tentacles reverted back into Y/N’s body. Marc’s mask came back on and he pulled daggers. Layla spread her wings, at the same time taking out her blades. For Y/N, she decided to use ankh weapon that was provided.

The three stood together, waiting for Harrow to attack. That's what Y/N thought anyways before Marc and Layla went off and attacked him. Leaving her behind in her perplexity.

“Wait, we didn’t even discuss a plan” seeing that she was ignored, she rolled her eyes and followed behind.

Layla approached and began to slice through Harrow with her swords, but was stopped by his cane. The clanking of metal could be heard as Layla and Harrow sparred. Marc then charged in from the left, attempting to kick him but only colliding with the staff.

Y/N then leapt from above, attempting to strike him with the ankh but being deflected. She continued to jump behind him, attempting to land a hit but failing due to Harrow's cane. They had all three cornered him. While the other two were busy with one attack, one of them managed to land a hit.

Realizing that he was losing, Harrow held his staff and banged it onto the ground; creating a purple explosion and sending the three into the air.

Y/N used the sharp limbs on her back and pierced them through the hard floor. This created an anchor to keep her from hitting the ground. Yet the other two were knocked down. Laylas body was thrown to a metal stand while Marc landed on a car's windshield.

Harrow approached Layla, ready to pass judgment, but was stopped by Y/N and the extended gold ankh. She shielded herself and Layla by holding the spear diagonally.

“Guess you are first in line” Harrow commented and reached his hand over to Y/N’s head. Ready to judge her first.

She used her strength to push him away, but he was stronger. Her arms shook as she tried to push him back. Fortunately, Steven rammed his body away from Y/N and into a nearby shop before he could reach her. Steven deflected a few of Harrow's punches while landing a few of his own. He tried to kick him while fixing his blazer, but Harrow grabbed his leg and sent him flying through the wall and into another wall.

Harrow walked through the hole he had created and tried to head to Steven. A flying crescent dagger then flew past Harrow and onto the wall. However, the dagger had a rope connected to it. Confused, he looked back and was met with Marc landing a kick onto his stomach.

Harrow inhaled profoundly and attempted to strike Marc with the staff, but Layla grabbed it. She then threw Harrow against the wall, where Y/N appeared from the side, and began punching him in the face and ribs. Marc would come around the other side and hit Harrow when he grabbed her fist.

Layla attempted to cut the cane with her blades but only chipped it, causing a purple glow to emanate from it. Harrow was able to flee after she let go.

Y/N then grabbed the cane, causing him to come to a halt. The others then grabbed it and tried to push him to the ground, but Harrow maintained his stance. Marc tightened his grip on Harrow's neck, attempting to choke him. As he did so, the crocodile's eyes on his cane began to glow brighter, sending a blast to a nearby van containing women attempting to flee.

Noticing a young girl, Layla flew into the air and moved her away from being crushed by the van. She then put both hands on the vehicle to keep it from moving. Seeing that there was no longer a blast, Y/N ran to the side of the van. Grabbing onto the handle of the sliding door and with ease, took it off and threw it to the side. The women in it looked terrified and Y/N gestured hurriedly to get out.

“Vamos! Vamos!” She yelled, hoping that some Spanish was recognized in the Arabic language.

As she assisted the last woman, she noticed a man aiming a gun at her from the corner of her eye. Fortunately, Layla swooped in front of her and deflected the bullet with one of her golden wings.

“Thanks” Y/N smiled.

Layla nodded and then looked behind her, “Watch out!”

When Y/N turned around, another man began shooting at her. She deflected the incoming bullets by using the armor on her arms as shields. Luckily, her agility gave her quick reflexes. She kicked the man away and then punched him multiple times to knock him out. She became concerned as more men entered.

"Y/N, I know you haven't brutally beaten anyone, but I think using all that pent-up rage will help," Layla struggled to say as she resisted another of the followers.

Y/N began to think about all the things that irritated her. Handling an angry customer. Her entire essay progress being erased out of nowhere. Yes, these things frustrated her, but she began to focus more on her social life. That middle school boy always teased her and made her unhappy. Her cousin was always trying to impress those around her and made her feel inferior. The aunts and uncles would gossip behind her mother's back and demean her grandfather.

All of these thoughts helped in sparking a new motivation in her.

As the men approached her, she wrapped the black goo around her legs once more. She jumped up, grabbing and extending her ankh. As she began to fall, she grabbed it like a baseball bat and wound it back. She brought the spear down and hit one of the men who was staring at her in shock as she got closer, causing him to fall to the ground.

The others looked at their comrade before returning their gaze to Y/N, who was scowling. They started shooting at her, but her tentacles deflected them. Those same tentacles would then wrap around a few and slam them to the ground. Leaping into the air, she continued to hit many people from the torso to the head with her spear.

She tightened her grip on the ankh and continued to swing at the followers. It wasn't difficult to knock them out with the strength she was given. She took down the majority of the group one by one.

She decided to approach one of them, who was buff and tall. She shrugged and dropped the spear, tilting her head. She took a fighting stance, fists raised. The same way Marc showed her at the hotel.

“I’ll be fair. Come on,” she smiled, “Aver cabron, no te pongas todo el coño encima ahora”

The man ignored her comment and began jabbing her. She dodged them and threw a punch at his face, which she claimed made a cracking sound. He kept trying to hit her, but she would duck down or turn her head to the side.

She picked up the pace and began to punch in different targets. One in the jaw. One in the rib. One on his side. And another in the eye.

This continued until she finally landed an undercut which knocked him down.

She turned to face Layla, who was staring at her with wide eyes. Layla nodded as if surprised but also impressed by Y/N's ability to go up against a large group.

Before she could say anything, a knife was thrust into Y/N's chest. The man who did it grinned grimly, pleased that he had killed one of the attackers. Y/N looked down in shock and Layla couldn’t react before another man came from behind to try to fight her.

Y/N slowly looked up and grinned, “You’re funny”

She grabbed his collar and leaped into the air, summoning the goo onto her legs once more. The man yelled and nabbed her hand. Coming down, the man braced himself to be slammed onto the hard ground. Even as she landed on the floor, Y/N kept him from meeting death.

As she dropped him on the floor, he breathed shakily. Y/N motioned for him to leave, and he did so immediately. As he fled, Y/N approached Layla, who had just finished fighting the man who had attacked her. The stab wound on Y/Ns chest began to heal at once and all there was left was her smooth skin.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side” Layla elbowed Y/N.

“Don’t worry, I’m actually scared of you more than you are of me”

They both shared a laugh before Marcs yelling brought them back into reality. Harrow was controlling his arm and making the dagger try to pierce Marc’s face. They both ran to Marc's aid before the same dagger struck Layla's wing and held her on the bottom side of the turned van.

Harrow unleashed yet another burst of power in their direction. Y/N crossed her arms to protect her face from the power, and the tentacles held her down by penetrating through the earth. Layla shielded herself from the blast with the other wing. Marc, on the other hand, was thrown to the ground.

“Marc!” Y/N yelled.

Marc groaned in pain as he looked up to see Khonshu fighting Ammit in full force. Ammit then used Khonshu's own staff to restrain him. Harrow then came into view and approached Marc. He jabbed the cane against Marc's chest, causing purple light to surge from it and hurt Marc.

Y/N ran to him and used her spear to try to knock the cane out of Harrow's hand as Marc yelled in pain. The same power surge passed through the golden spear and onto Y/N when it collided with the cane. Her body felt as if it were being electrocuted, and her limbs went numb. She groaned in pain but kept trying to push the cane away from Marc's chest.

Marc looked up and saw how Y/N was there trying to help him. He then turned to Layla who was being hot at by more of Harrow's men. Seeing that the two people he loved being hurt enraged him. He looked back up to Harrow. Glaring at him before his eyes rolled back.

Y/N kept pushing through until she was shoved away. As she collapsed to the floor, she looked up to see Marc wearing his mask again, grabbing Harrows' staff and punching him repeatedly. She attempted to stand, but her limbs were too weak from the earlier attack. She kept staring at Marc as he fought Harrow.

It was brutal, and Y/N was stunned. Yes, Marc was aggressive at times while fighting, but he was going all out. And Harrow had no chance to fight back.

When he turned around, she noticed that his suit was different. It still had the same shape hood, but his mask was completely black, with only his white eyes visible. Actually, it appeared that black was an aspect of the suit. The majority of his body was covered in it, with white armor on his arms, chest, thighs, and shins. The suit almost looked like it belonged to a Stormtrooper.

He shifted his gaze to Y/N. Behind her was a man with a gun aimed at her head. Marc sprang into action, dropping Harrow in the process. He pushed the man down and took the gun from his grasp. Shooting the man in the head with the same gun, he returned his gaze to Y/N, checking to see if she was okay. He maintained his composure while staring at her was familiar.

He turned to Layla and threw his daggers at the guns, severing them in half. The men's eyes widened as they turned to face him. He would not only punch them repeatedly, but he would also stab them several times. He didn't care about the pleas for mercy. He continued to murder them all.

Y/N stood there terrified as she watched the scene unfold. It was the same numbing sensation she had when she saw not-Marc on the hill. When she followed the blood trail to a heap of bodies.

Her mind clicked and her eyes were fixed on him. It was not-Marc again.

Layla was also disturbed by the sight as he finished. She turned to face Y/N before attempting to pry the dagger that was holding her down. Concerned that not-Marc would cause her harm.

However he walked right past Y/N and was only focused on Harrow. Gaining more energy, Y/N sat up and began to stand.

“Who are you?”

He paused and turned to Y/N, “No one you should worry about”

He had an accent, if you pay attention to his voice. Not a British one, as Stevens indicates, but a Spanish one. Like the one she'd heard before she had to translate when her father tried to speak English in the store.

Not-Marc grabbed Harrow by the collar when he heard him trying to crawl away. He reached for the cane and aimed the top section over his head, ready to bury it into his skull.

Before he could, his body tensed and a gasp could be heard. He threw the cane to the side and stood up, perplexed by what had just occurred. Marc appeared to reclaim control of the body after putting on the white ceremonial suit again.

"That wasn't you, was it, Steven?" Marc looks around at all the damage he had just caused.

Rapidly, the suit turns to Steven's white tux, "Not a chance, mate"

Taking charge once more, Marc looks around and notices Layla and Y/N looking at him with concern. Layla pulls the lodged dagger from her wing and tosses it to the side. "What the hell was that?" she asks slowly as she approaches Marc.

"I blacked out..."

Y/N groans as she tries to stand up, leading Layla and Marc to rush to help her. Once on her feet, she feels herself regenerate instantly and her body is back to health. Hearing a rumbling come from the distance, they look up to see Ammit dragging Khonshu's defeated body away.

"Hathor, I think your friend needs assistance" Y/N quietly says to the side.

Hathor appears by her side and ponders, "...I can't interfere"

Y/N looks at her, irritated "You've been interfering ever since you gave us the hint about Ammit's tomb. Apart from that, you claim Khonshu was your best friend. Are you really going to let him down again?"

Hathor remained silent as she considered the previous comment. She felt guilty when she and the other gods imprisoned him. She used to call him a friend, but she betrayed him a long time ago. She is now on the same path as before.

"...There is a way to stop Harrow and all of this once and for all. Go to the Ennead and bind Ammit to Harrow's body"

"Why the Ennead?"

"The power in the room is enough to help you three get the job done, Layla here knows how to cast the binding" She looks over to her with a smile.

Layla nods and looks over to Marc who takes it as a signal to get Harrow. He throws him over his shoulder and glances to Y/N.

Y/N nods and scans Hathor's expression, "What about you?"

"I'll buy you guys some time, now go"

The three travel to a nearby portal, where they both enter what was once the Ennead. Hathor watches them walk away before approaching Ammit. As she does so, her size grows until she is as tall as a skyscraper.

Ammit stops and turns to Hathor who is tense.

"Did you finally decide to join the fight?" Ammit says backhandedly.

Hathors extends her arm, revealing a long golden staff in her hand. The top has the same symbol as Y/N's headband.  Hathor then takes a fighting stance and prepares to fight Ammit.

-

Back with the trio, Marc places Harrow's body on top of a piece of rubble. Y/N examines the ruins and notices that everything is covered in dust and sand. The statues are all broken, and the torches that used to illuminate the area are no longer lit.

"Quick, grab my hand so we can start the spell" Layla holds out her arms to both Y/N and Marc.

Y/N has Layla's left hand in her hand, while Marc has the other. They take a few steps back from Harrow's body and begin chanting. Power surges through their body, causing it to tingle. A bright light shines from Marc's outstretched arm and passes through the last standing statues of the gods. The light encircles Harrow before returning to Y/N's arm. Harrow's body begins to shake as the chant continues.

-

Meanwhile, Khonshu and Hathor have Ammit cornered. Ammit is enraged as the same light begins to close in on them. "We could have made paradise," she says as she traps the two in place with her tail.

"It is over Ammit" Khonshu declares.

"You will be destroyed" Hathors struggles to say.

Ammit growls and her grip tightens on them.

-

A gust of wind blows across their faces, and they all smile. The spell was working, and the end of their mission was quickly approaching. From above, a plum-colored smoke begins to enter Harrow's body. His eyes open and he looks at the three people who are completing the spell.

"You can never contain me. I'll never stop" A mixture of Harrow's and Ammits voices comes through.

His body then relaxes and he stays unconscious. Marc and Y/Ns bodies jolt up and their gods appear beside them. Breathing out, they look over at them.

"Finish it and leave neither of them alive" Khonshu commands Marc.

He stalls but steps onto the platform on which Harrow is laid. Pulling out a blade from his chest, he winds it back, ready to put an end to the man before him.

"I have to finish this. If not, I'll never be free"

Y/N's brows furrow, "Wait, Khonshu only said to prevent Ammit from destroying the world. Not to kill her and Harrow as well. Doesn't that mean Marc should be set free?"

She looks up to Hathor who nods in understanding. Khonshu whips his head to Y/N, "Silence Maggot!"

"I beg your pardon, you did not just call my avatar by the name of larvae," Hathor grabs her staff and presses it against Khonshus' jaw.

Khonshu remains silent and raises his head away from Hathor's staff's horns. With a sidelong glance, he notices Y/N emerge from behind Hathor. She gives him a wicked grin and a middle finger. He groans at the humiliation and raises his hand in surrender.

Marc holds back a smirk at the way Khonshu's ego is hurt by Y/N. Layla gently hits Y/N which makes her put her hand down.

"You have a choice. You are free" Layla and Marc make eye contact.

"She will kill again!" Khonshu was able to escape Hathor's deadly stare.

"Now you sound just like her" Marc drops Harrow and throws his dagger to the side, "If you really want them dead, do it yourself. Now release us"

Khonshu stares at him and looks at Y/N and Layla.

"it was part of your agreement, Khonshu" Hathor tilts her head at him.

Khonshu sighs deeply, "As you wish"

Khonshu vanishes into thin air, and Marc raises his head. The crest on his chest begins to glow, followed by the rest of his body. It brightens up the whole room and soon disappears. He is now dressed in his regular clothes and falls to the floor. Layla and Y/N rush after him. They gently place him on the floor, and they can hear his soft snores.

"Damn, my guy must be tired" Y/N laughs.

Layla smiles and breathes out, everything was now fixed.

"What now?" Y/N continues to stare at Marc.

Layla shrugs, "Who knows, but I think archeology will be funnier with this new get up"

"You're staying as Tawarets avatar?"

"Just for a bit, she seems nice than you know who. What about you?"

For a brief moment, Y/N considers, "Even though having someone as a companion is fun, I feel like I'm cheating in life. So I'm just going to pack our belongings, and hopefully," she says to Hathor, her eyes wide, "she'll let me use her portal skills to get home?"

Hathor smiles, "Of course. Plus I am curious to see where you are residing"

Y/N smiles and walks over to Layla to say their final goodbyes.

"Tell Marc my goodbyes and to call me when he needs me. This goes to you too" She holds Y/Ns cheek. She nods.

Layla walks out of the Ennead, giving one last hug before embarking on her journey. Y/N returns to the hotel and takes both her and Marc's belongings. She sighed in relief as she returned to the alley where she had left her belongings in a rush as she chased Marc down, seeing her belongings still in the trash can.

-

When all of the items have been taken back to the hotel room, tentacles wrap around Marc's body and lift him up. Y/N waits for Hathor to create a portal leading into the apartment. She appeared to have exited the elevator as she walked out. A few tenants passed by as she walked out, gawking at how Marc was being held by black tentacles and hurrying away.

She opens the door to the boys' apartment, placing them on their bed, and closes the door behind them. She makes her way to her room and opens the door to find it exactly as she left it. Hathor follows behind and she stares at the quaint space.

"It might be bare, but I trust that you will be filling it with more things?"

"Hopefully, I still have to find a job to get the money to do that" Y/N rubs the back of her neck.

Hathor gives a quick 'hmm' and turns her body to Y/N, "Well it has been quite the adventure having you as my avatar, Y/N. Even if it was just a few hours"

Y/N gives a small laugh, "Yeah, you should stop by some time"

"I thank you for your offer," she smiles and her expression changes, "Before I do leave you, there is something you should know"

"What is it?"

"...That power you have, it is nothing like I have seen. Pay close attention to it and use it for good"

It gives Y/N an uneasy feeling, but she nods. Hathor gives Y/N a hug before she vanishes into thin air. In the same way, Marc's body reacted, Y/N's jolts up and a bright light fills the small studio. When it is gone, she feels exhausted and walks to her bed.

Falling on it, she finally feels the comfort of her pillows and blankets. Not caring that she was wearing her sweaty and dirty clothes from Cairo. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep immediately.

-

Banging on the door causes Y/N to jump before the sun's rays hit her eyes. She groans, rubs her eyes harshly, and begins to stand. The knocking continues, and it irritates her.

"Hang on! Damn!"

Not bothering in seeing who it is, she swings the door open and sees Marc looking down at her.

"You look like shit" She teases

"Haha, funny. So are you. We both slept for two days"

Taken aback, she walks to her phone that is on the floor. Checking the date on the home screen, she sees that he was in fact correct. It was now Saturday and it was the evening.

"Huh, guess we saved the world, high five" She lifted her hand and waited for Marc.

He did and rolled his eyes, "Alright, well I'm kinda hungry. Wanna get something to eat?"

"Sure, let me get ready. Meet you in 10?"

He ruffles her hair and nods. She closes the door and goes through her clothes, looking for something comfortable to wear for an afternoon meal. She puts on a black t-shirt and a brown jacket, then jeans and boots.

She then went to Marc and Steven's house to see if they were ready to leave. Marc was dressed simply in a jacket and a button-up shirt with jeans. "Ready?" He asked and she nodded.

They made their way to the elevator and walked in when it dinged. Waiting to get to the lobby, they began making small talk.

"You got class on Monday?" Marc put his hands inside the pockets of his jacket.

"Yup, now I gotta actually gotta do what I came here to do"

Marc's body shifted and his posture slouched. Y/N smiled, "Hey Steven, haven't seen you in a while"

"Its been a while hasnt it? When was the last time we both shared an elevator ride?"

"Since we got fired remember? Speaking of which, we gotta put together our resume again"

"We certainly do"

"You think mentioning that we were once avatars for Egyptian gods and helped save the world from an old man works?"

Steven laughed, "I think it'll put us in a better position unless they decide to force us into a mental ward"

The elevator chimed, and the two stepped out onto the sidewalk. Many merchants were packing up their stores and heading home. The sun was also setting, and the street lights were gradually turned on.

"Ah yes, the mental ward. Loved that place. Indeed a spectacular experience" She says sarcastically with a British accent.

"Oh, you are hilarious. Actually, now that I think about it, where are we going to eat?"

"Ramen? I saw a place one time a while back, its got vegan options"

"Hmm, that sounds nice. Especially with today being chilly" He rubbed his hands together to warm himself.

Strolling down the street, they continued to talk about life and whatnot. It then moved onto the topic of the greatest fight Y/N was in back in Cairo.

"But did you see me fly in the air and bring down the ankh pole at those guys' heads?"

"I trust your word that it was badass, but I was too busy trying to not be killed by Harrow"

"Your telling me you missed all my moments?" she said offended.

Marc would then swap places with Steven, who would bring up Layla. When it was her, he would try to make it appear as if he didn't care about the topic.

"Yeah, before she left she said that she wouldn't mind marrying you again"

"She did?" Marc rather hopeful, "You think she changed her number by any chance?"

"Marc I was kidding. Dang, are you obsessed with her"

Then back to Steven.

"...So, when are you heading back to the states?"

"Actually, my sister called and said that they managed to convince my mother to let me stay. So you are now stuck with me" She faked an evil laugh.

This seemed to delight Steven, "I am glad, it would have literally sucked if you left"

"Of course, I make your life interesting" she smugly said

Nearing the restaurant, they walked in and began to order. Steven acted as if he was calling someone in order to make himself not seem cray when he asked Marc.

"Alright your order will be ready in 15 minutes," The cashier said and then walked to the kitchen to hand in the paper with the order.

The two sat at a table and continued to converse until their bowls of ramen arrived. They started eating and were satisfied; they hadn't eaten since arriving at the dig site. While they ate, Y/N got flashbacks to when she and Steven went out to eat on her first day of working in the museum.

She placed her phone on the table with the screen facing up. Trying to catch Marcs reflection, Y/N asked Steven if he was there.

"He is, he says to chew with your mouth closed" he chuckles

Y/N deadpans, "I am"

"He says you arent"

"Ok well tell him he can go suck Harrow's ass"

Steven's face wrinkles, "Marc is disgusted as well"

Y/N huffs and continues to chow down on her noodles.

"...Still no sign of seeing either of us?"

Y/N pauses and shakes her head. When one of them took control, Y/N tried to see their reflections as they walked over to the restaurant. However, it appeared that she had lost that ability, and she wondered how she had attained it in the first place. Still, it was probably for the best because she was currently picking a fight with reflection Marc, whom she couldn't even see.

After finishing their plates, Steven requested that Marc's plate be made to go. Thanking the waitress, they walked out and felt the chilly night air hit them.

-()-

As they returned to their apartment and continued their amusing conversation. It was nice to see how quickly things returned to normal. They didn't have to worry about jackals or heka priests anymore. Not to mention a bloodthirsty crocodile and her old sidekick.

"You think Donna is doing our work now back in the shop?"

"Oh if she is, I would pay to see the look on her face" they both laughed.

Steven and Y/N took in their surroundings and were thankful that they didn't have to deal with sand. It was quite a chore trying to walk through. After a while, Marc would then switch in where Y/N would bring up the deal she and he had.

"Hey, don't forget you still have to come over to LA and try the hotdogs"

"And you have to try the ones in Chicago"

As they walked back home, the two men considered how their lives would change now that they had someone who accepted them. Someone who, while rambunctious for others, was exactly what they needed in their lives. Y/N would spend the next four years of her life with them. It seemed insignificant, but in the grand scheme of things, they had many days and months to spend together.

And that's what made life feel much more adventurous to them.

-

Coming out of the elevator, they walked to their doors. Marc and Steven took turns saying good night to the teen.

"Don't stay up too late, it's bad for your health" Steven nagged at her.

"Right"

"Brush your teeth"

"Got it"

"If anything feels off, tell us" Marc came out to say.

"Ok! Thank you, padres" Y/N bowed and walked into her small apartment.

She went over her piles of clothes and grabbed a big t-shirt and some shorts. Taking off her boots, she slipped into sandals. Grabbing her only clean towel, she walked over to the bathroom and hopped into the shower.

Once she was done drying her hair and changing into her clothes, she wiped away the condensation from the mirror to look at herself. Eyebags were visible and she wondered if anyone felt pity for her. Shrugging she grabbed her toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste on it.

It seemed like Steven's words echoed in her head as she brushed her teeth. She almost laughed at how she listened to him. Using her hands as a cup, she put them under the faucet to fill with water. Tilting it to her mouth, she swished the liquid around and bowed her head to spit it out.

When she rose back up, her face was now distorted and her eyes were white and stretched out. There were black vines that held onto the white part and stuck to her face.

"Y/N"

She let out a shriek and fell back, hitting her head against the wall. Rubbing the área that was hurting, she hesitated on looking at the mirror. Rising back up, her face was back to normal. Laughing, she rushed out of the bathroom and shut the door.

She looked around and breathed out, “Im just sleepy, hahahah. It’s mimis time”

“Wrong”

She jumped and whipped her head around trying to find where the voice was coming from.

“I thought you were smarter than this. I’m not out there, I’m inside”

That was enough for her to freak out. She grabbed her phone and ran out the door, not caring that she was in her pajamas. She went to Stevens door and began banging on it. He was probably asleep already but with the amount of noise she was making, not for long. The door opened to Steven who had his glasses on was wearing sweatpants and a white shirt.

“It’s about to be midnight. What is it that it’s got you going berserk?”

“Can I come in, please?”

The way she was cowering made Steven realize something was very so wrong. He nodded and guided her inside. Closing the door behind, he went to the kitchen to get a cup of tea ready for her. He offered her to sit at the dining table but she shook her head.

“Explain to me what is going” Steven took off his reading glasses and placed them on the table.

“Steven, you might think I’m crazy but I swear I heard-”

“Tell him and I’ll bite both your heads off”

Y/N gulped and stopped speaking. Steven looked at her with concerned.

“Y/N, you know I’m here for you. I won’t judge you at all”

“I-its nothing, I just had a nightmare that I lost…both you and Marc” she swallowed, trying to make the lie sound believable.

Steven pursed his lips and brought her into a hug, “Oh love, there is nothing to worry about. Me and Marc will always be by your side”

“Yeah, I know. It was just scary”

Steven pulled away and smiled sweetly at her. His body tensed up and Marc looked at her suspiciously.

“I don’t believe you, what really happened?” He crossed his arms, “You said you heard something”

“I was just going to say that I heard you guys…being killed”

Marc gave a ‘hmm’, not believing her. Before she could try to explain more, in the back ground the news came on in Stevens television.

“Breaking News. A man was found killed in a dumpster behind a liquor store”

Forgetting about what they were talking about, Marc and Y/N made their way around Gus’s tank and to the small tv. On the screen it showed the murder scene that had yellow police tape around.

“The victim was a man who came from St.Anne’s Hospital by the name of Arthur Harrow”

The screen then flashed a picture of Harrow in the ward where he wore white pieces of clothing.

“Authorities say that his body was found with three bullet wounds on the chest. Investigations are still going underway, and the hospital has gone into high security alert. No suspects have been found at the moment”

The two stare in disbelief, knowing that they just saw him two days ago. It seemed like what Khonshu wanted Marc to do has been completed.

“He’s dead” Marc stated, not showing any sign of happiness. Just shock.

The way this case plus Y/N’s problem appeared at the same time was a huge coincidence. What was going on? All their problems were supposed to be over.

“Looks like your life won’t be boring at end”

Y/N glanced at Marc and excused herself to his restroom. Shutting the door, she went to the mirror and glared at it. Her reflection then changed into a black creature with the same white eyes from before. They almost reminded her of Spider-Man’s eyes from his suit.

“Did you do that?”

“He would not have a head if it was me”

Y/N clenched her jaw and breathed in, “Who are you ?”

“I am Manía, and you are mine”

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LETS GOOO, not only did I finish the chapter faster than other ones but I won’t have to depend on each episode to write out each chapter.

Meaning y’all can give me requests on what you would like to see in future chapters. A love interest for Y/N? More Layla and Marc moments? Scenarios? Idk

I hope y’all enjoyed it, and now I will continue on with a holiday special 💪

Btw imagine the creatures voice as Venom if you can think of a deep rugged one. Cuz the thing is a symbiote 🤪

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@itsjusspele @dustyinkpages @scoliobean @moongirln

[sylvienerevarine]

shoutout to @blossom-adventures over in @nirnwrote land for a prompt featuring "back hugs." i have produced something sappy and mildly suggestive.

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It was generally understood that when Sophrine was cooking, she shut out the world completely. Thus, she nearly jumped out of her skin when, in the middle of a particularly excellent crab bisque, she suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind.

“Good afternoon, dear,” came her husband’s voice from somewhere above her head, before the arms released her. “That smells delicious.”

Sophrine giggled. “What was that for?”

“Do I need a reason to hug my wife?” said Roggi in mock offense. He smiled, and reached out to touch her hair. “I guess I’m still just a bit in awe whenever I see you. You’re Sophrine Aulette, history’s greatest dragon slayer, and here you are in our kitchen making soup. Instead of, I don’t know, conquering all of Tamriel and becoming the new Tiber Septim.”

“Oh, I’d be a terrible empress,” Sophrine replied. “You know me, I want to make everyone happy at all times. A decent trait for a chef or an innkeeper, but a fatal weakness in a ruler. Besides…” She set down the ladle and turned, wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck. “There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than in our kitchen, making soup.”

Roggi bent and kissed her, quickly but firmly. “You’ve got that look in your eye,” he said. “Another expedition coming up soon, I bet.”

Sophrine dropped her arms with a sigh. “It’s not that I want to go, really,” she said. “I’d much rather be here with you and the children, getting the inn set up. But that cult situation… it’s not getting any better. I can’t go anywhere without being accosted by men in dragon masks. We’re hardly going to get the Dovahk Inn off the ground if our only customers are murderous fanatics.”

“I understand,” Roggi said heavily. “So it’s off to Solstheim, then. Not a safe place, from what I’ve heard.”

“We live in Skyrim, dear,” Sophrine pointed out. “Anyway, it won’t be all bad, despite the danger. I think it’ll sort of connect me to my heritage, if that makes sense. Nana Sylvie practically ran the place when she was younger, and I have plenty of Dunmer family who have lived there. Maybe I’ll run into some of them.”

“Just what you need. More Llervu cousins to pressure you into adventures.” He chuckled softly. “Do you want me to come along?”

“I’d like nothing better, but I think at least one of us needs to be home with the children. You know how badly Rayya and Llewellyn spoil them. I refuse to come home to kids who have been eating nothing but sweets for a month.”

“Or brought home another pet skeever,” said Roggi. “So you’ll be bringing your usual crew of gals along, I imagine. They’ll be good protection for you. At least, Mjoll and Lydia will…”

“Oh, stop. You know Serana would never hurt a friend, especially not me. We’re practically sisters!” Sophrine turned back to the bubbling pot of soup. “I won’t be taking off right away, mind you, but the sooner I go the sooner I get back. We’ll probably be heading out in a week.”

A familiar glint came into Roggi’s eye. “That’s no time at all. We’d better make good use of it.” 

Sophrine grinned. “How lucky that the children are in town with Rayya… and that the Sisters of Dibella in Markarth have been sending me some very interesting books lately.”

Roggi returned her grin and grabbed her hand. “Come along, dragon lady. Give me something to remember before you go.”

[artist-ladychelsea]

Of Monsters and Men- Chapter 1

Rating: M 

Summary: Warlocks and witches- people who have the ability to control beasts, and if they're strong enough- demons.

Silver, along with his childhood friends, Ethan and Lyra, have been training to tame these monsters. But what happens when Silver somehow summons a powerful demon during his graduation ceremony, and why does it seem to know so much about him?

A semi-modern magical pokemon AU

This is a censored version for tumblr

Word Count: 1,394

Chapter: 1/?

{WARNINGS}

Past abuse and trauma

current abuse and trauma

mild sexual themes [won’t be explicit]

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Silver makes his way down the stairs of his home in New Bark Town. His adoptive mother meets him in the main living area.

"So today's the day, huh? Please do be careful Silver." She reaches out and adjusts the front of his kimono and haori.

"I will mom, don't worry." He gently grabs her hands as she starts fussing with his hakama next.

"Oh I'll always worry, you know that."

He smiles softly down at her and gives her a hug before walking to the front door to pull on his black lace front boots. He opens the door, giving his mom one last wave. He makes his way across the small town, towards Professor Elm's alchemy lab. Ethan and Lyra spot him and run to catch up.

"Silver! Good morning!" Lyra chimes. "It's the big day!"

"Morning." Silver returns.

Lyra wears her miko uniform with black lace up boots, much like his. A red bow is tied in her hair. He looks to Ethan next. His other friend wore a red and white happi with dark grey knee length shorts and a pair of geta. His face scrunches in confusion.

"Are you really wearing that for the ceremony? It's hardly appropriate attire."

"I don't wanna wear a stuffy outfit like yours, it'll be fine." He waves his hand dismissively. "I don't think the professor will really care anyways."

Silver shrugs as they reach the lab door. He opens it and lets the other two walk in first. The three of them make their way into the back area of the lab to find Elm marking the floor with chalk. They're large circles with intricate markings. He stand upright and sets the chalk aside, dusting his hands off on his lab coat when he takes notice of the three standing behind him.

"Excellent tim- Ethan what are you wearing?" He cocks his head to the side.

Ethan's mouth drops open and Lyra tries her best to suppress a laugh.

"I want to be comfortable while we do this!" Ethan throws his hands up in exasperation.

"Oh, very well. I suppose it doesn't matter that much since it's only the three of you... Well come on, step in a circle." Elm gestures at the markings on the floor.

Lyra takes one of the outside circles, Ethan takes the center one and Silver takes the last one.

"Ahem, so! Today is the day you three become proper witches and warlocks! I have three boxes here, each one has crystals of different elements. The element determines the type of magic the beast you summon will have, at least at first! Beasts can change and adapt as they grow. Now, Lyra, what element would you like? I have grass, fire and water."

"Grass please."

He brings the small box forward and opens the lid. The green shards and chunks of crystal shimmer within. She lifts her hand up and pulls out a large smooth chunk and holds it in her palm, waiting for her next instructions.

"Ethan?"

"Oh! Fire please!"

Elm sets the box down and picks up the one with the fire crystals. He opens it and Ethan eagerly sticks his fingers in and rummages around until he pulls out a thin, narrow red shard. He fiddles with it, impatient as always.

"Silver?"

"I'll take water, please."

Elm nods and places the fire box down and picks up the last one. He opens the lid and offers it out to the young man in front of him. Silver raises his hand and uses his pointer finger to push the crystal shards around, looking for one that calls out to him. Then he brushes one that's a bit colder than the others. He pauses. He presses the pad of his finger along the cold shard, then pinches it between his fingers and pulls it out from the pile. He looks it over, twisting it in his fingers. The blue is ever so slightly lighter than the others, a visible crack runs through the shard, but it somehow stays in one piece.

"Oh, how did that one get cracked? I'll take that back, you can pick a different one." Elm moves to take the crystal from his fingers, but Silver pulls back.

"No, I'll keep this one, if you don't mind."

"Very well..." Elm turns and puts the box on a table with the other two. "Now, hold your shard forward and speak the words that come to your mind."

Lyra holds her chunk forward. "Please, come forth and aid me in my endeavors!"

Magic spills from the crystal chunk and takes the form of leaves and flower petals. They float and flutter in a gentle tornado, pulling the piece of crystal into the air. It spins and glows as the petals form a ball around it. It floats gently to the floor and the petals scatter, revealing a small green beast with a large leaf growing from the top of its head. It chirps as it looks up at Lyra.

"Ah, a Chikorita. Ask if it is willing to bond with you."

"Will you travel with me?" Lyra crouches down and offers her hand forward. The Chikorita chirps again and rubs its head against her palm.

The chalk circle glows and disappears. Elm nods at Lyra, then turns to Ethan next.

"Go ahead."

"Uh... Whoever's there, you wanna come adventure with me?"

"Ethan! This isn't all fun and ga-"

"Yowch!"

Ethan tosses the crystal shard up out of his hand as it quickly heats up. The shard clatters to the floor, then is engulfed in a roaring flame. He takes a step back, but stays within the circle. The fire spits and pops, flicking bits of flame onto the floor around it, but the fire stays contained within the chalk circle. There's one last big flash before the flame is snuffed out in a puff of black smoke. A small shrew-like beast with squinted eyes sits on the floor in front of him. He squats down and grins at the beast, offering his hand forward, much like Lyra did.

"A Cyndaquil, fitting I suppose." Elm muses under his breath.

"Wanna join me for some fun?"

The Cyndaquil squeaks and tries jumping up into his arms. The circle glows and dissipates.

Elm turns his attention to Silver. "Silver, if something goes wrong with that crystal, step out of the circle. Understand? Cracked and damaged ones can be unstable."

Silver nods, then pulls the crystal shard close to his mouth.

"Help me fulfill my ambitions." He whispers.

He extends his arm out slightly as water begins pouring out of his open palm. The stream grows stronger by the second, it surges and cascades from his palm, swirling wildly around his feet. The water quickly rises within the barrier.

"Silver! Get out of there!" Elm calls out, stepping forward. The water surges violently and begins swirling around him. "Silver! Silver!"

But he doesn't listen. He focuses on the crystal in his palm, quivering as more violent surges of water flow from it. The rapids swirl around the edge of the barrier, effectively trapping him within a whirlpool on land. But he wouldn't step out, even if he could. He was too curious.

The shard is picked up by a stream of water and gets pulled into the swirling vortex around him. He tries his best to track the glint as it's spun around him. He watches as the crystal morphs from a shard to a dark shadow, like a beast below the surface of the ocean. It finally comes to a stop in front of him, and the shadow grows in size. He's only vaguely aware of the people yelling at him from outside the barrier, the roar of the water is deafening.

Then a hand reaches out from the raging water, the skin halfway up its forearm is stained a coal black, as though singed by the fires of hell itself. A body and face soon follow. He's met with wild blue eyes as the person fully emerges from the water. No. Not a person-  a demon.

She reaches forward and wraps her stained fingers around his still held out hand, pulling him down to her height.

"Help me fulfill my ambitions."

The water comes to a complete still in an instant.

"I accept." She whispers in his ear.

[lonelier-version-of-you]

It’s taken me long enough to write up my thoughts on the latest two Casualty episodes, but I’m finally doing it now, and hey, late is better than never.

S37E34 “Separation”:

This was an excellent episode!! Probably one of my favourites from this series so far - and I liked it all the better, of course, for not having any scenes with Faith. (It was very good in its own right, though, even putting aside the relief of getting a break from Faith.)

Oh, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. I wish I could give him a hug. :( His storyline is being brilliantly done, but it’s nonetheless very sad to see him struggling so much. Especially with how he’s avoiding therapy and others’ support. I tend to relate a lot to characters who are traumatised but don’t want help because they don’t think they deserve it, so... yeah.

Charles Venn’s performances have been absolutely wonderful throughout this entire storyline, but I thought he was especially outstanding in this episode. In particular, the moment between Jacob and Billie where she wanted him to kiss her, and Jacob hesitated - as though he clearly didn’t want to (well, I suppose more like he did want to but wasn’t quite ready, but hopefully you know what I mean anyway), but he made himself kiss her anyway. Some beautifully subtle acting there. And again, it shows very well how Tina has affected Jacob mentally - I’m sure Billie would have been fine if Jacob had said no, but he felt like he had to. That it was what he “should” do. (I think one could parallel/contrast this, as well, to the scene in Ethan’s last ep where Jacob went on the date with - May, I think her name was? And he panicked and left.)

I could write whole essays about this storyline and everything Jacob’s going through at the moment, and I think I probably will, but I’ll wait until after the next ep.

The plot device of Jacob running into Billie on a shout felt like something that could’ve easily seemed forced into the episode, but it worked out very very well! Billie seems really nice in general, but sadly, I have a feeling their relationship won’t go well. Jacob’s not emotionally ready for a relationship right now IMO - well, I think he could make a go of it, but he needs support and therapy too, not just another romance, that by itself isn’t going to help him - and I think on some level or another he knows that. Which is part of what makes this all so sad. :(

The Max and Jodie storyline is still very interesting to me, and I’m really enjoying their scenes together! Maybe part of why I like it so much is that it, and Max in general to some extent, makes me think of Henrik - a consultant doctor who walked out on his daughter/son respectively, and now their dynamic is strained because of it. Although I like to think things will turn out happier for Max and Jodie.

The patient storylines were very good. I particularly liked the storyline about the two sisters.

The Dylan and Donna scenes were great - well, when aren’t they?! I don’t have a lot to say about those, but yeah, I’m still very pleased Donna came over to Casualty and that they’ve made her friends with Dylan. :)

And it turns out Ryan - or Harry Tressler 2.0 as I’ve been jokingly calling him in my mind - is bi! Good for him, and it’s nice to have representation. Ryan’s my least favourite of this nurse quartet for his personality (I mean, him spreading rumours about Jodie hasn’t been exactly endearing him to me!), but I am glad to have some more queer rep anyway. And maybe I’m taking things a bit far by thinking of him as “Harry Tressler 2.0″, because Ryan’s had moments where I quite like him (like the one in this ep, when he’s basically like “oh, I like men, I just don’t like you”), and I don’t think there’s been any moments where I’ve liked Harry Tressler (unless I’m forgetting some).

S37E35 “Deliverance”:

I like that this one happens to have the same title as one of my favourite CHVRCHES songs! And it was a pretty good episode in general, too, though I liked it less than “Separation” because this one did have Faith in it. :/

The Jacob comedy stuff was alright, but it feels a bit odd because most of his storyline recently has been so serious. Having said that, I loved the little moment of him dancing! That was adorable.

Di Botcher was great in this episode. I just wanted to acknowledge that - she’s a brilliant actress. I hope Jan and Ffion reunite eventually, though!

The Max and Jodie stuff is still good, but I feel like Jodie’s maybe having too much drama too quickly. I’d like to see Cam and Rida get some dramatic storylines, so that Jodie’s scenes can focus just on the storyline with Max for a while, rather than having these other big stories as well. Having said that, Jodie reminds me somewhat of Gemma Wilde, who had some big dramatic storylines soon after she arrived too and got a lot of great scenes out of it (S15 E20 “Unravelled” is one of my favourite episodes about dealing with trauma that Holby ever did). So idk.

Speaking of Cam, the whole thing with him having a crush on Jodie makes me think of Arthur’s crush on Chantelle in Holby. Has anyone else been thinking that too? It is a bit different though, as Arthur and Chantelle never lived together, as far as I can remember!! But yeah, I keep kind of expecting Cam to make a mixtape for Jodie like Arthur did, lol.

A Ryan/Jodie romance could be interesting. I have no idea where their storyline will go, so I’m very intrigued to see what comes of it.

[sentenceme-leni]

Day 97. Saturday. Minimum 6 sentences.

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Belle blamed her inner twelve-year-old for the hot blush that had swept over her cheeks as soon as Sir Robert's lips brushed the air over her knuckles.

In the intervening years, the knight's boyish charm had matured into a handsome, confident mien. Golden hair still came to his shoulders, and now that she was tall enough to reach it, Belle curled her hands and hid them behind her back.

This was silly!

Then Sir Robert flashed her a winning smile.

Oh wait. Her girlhood crush was talking.

To her.

".... don't you think?"

Cursing her inattentiveness and too embarrassed to confess to it, Belle nodded and hoped for the best.

Sir Robert's smile widened. "Excellent!" He offered his arm, and Belle mechanically put her hand on his elbow, as she had done so many times as he escorted her around Avonlea. "Don't worry if it's a long walk. I gave the innkeeper enough coin to watch over my horse for a few days if necessary."

Belle's brain finally reasserted itself. "You are coming with me to the Dark Castle?"

"Of course."

He didn't seem angry or scared, so Belle felt pretty confident in her next guess: "You really aren't trying to take me away, are you?"

Sir Robert shook his head. "You were always a smart girl. If you say you're safe, and you look like you're safe, I believe you." He tipped his head toward her basket, and the little leather bound tome that peeked through the straw. "And you're still hauling a heavy book wherever you go. No mind spell, then."

Belle hugged the basket a little closer, a bit giddy that he remembered. Of course, Sir Robert was about the only other soul she had seen with some frequency in her mother's library. All the times she had sat and pretended to read while peering at him over the book!

Now, from an adult point of view, she was distressingly aware of how obvious her younger self had been.

Thankfully, Sir Robert's thoughts had gone in a different direction. "I asked around, you know. To get a feeling of your circumstances from people who actually interacted with you."

Belle approved of the approach. Most men who tried to make their fortune rescuing her didn't bother with research.

With some curiosity, she asked. "What did they say?"

A frown crossed his face.

Belle felt her smile dim. "Nevermind. I'm used to it."

"There were some fools who have obviously never met you," he told her anyway. "But others want to believe you have good intentions, even if they don't trust you."

That was better than she had expected. A year ago, people were too scared to look her in the eye. Now, from the corner of her eye, she could see the rumors already flying about the Dark One's maid walking on the arm of a knight.

Gossip was an improvement on terror.

"That's a pretty way to say they are still scared of me," she said with a dry chuckle.

Sir Robert gave her a look. "You are in the Spinner's service."

"His name is Rumpelstiltskin."

Belle watched her childhood hero shudder at a word. Given what the word was, she did her best not to be disillusioned.

"He's not going to harm you. I promise."

Giving her a long look, Sir Robert gave her a winning smile and made a little bow. "I am in your hands, Lady Belle."

The End

06/04/24

[dani-the-mark]

A Slept-On Review: WWE Smackdown 9/23/22

Note: to anyone who took the time to read my very emotional post last night, thank you.

The Bloodline Segment 

The entire Bloodline enters. It’s really cool to see them all together. I am unfortunately reminded of both the existence of Crown Jewel and that Roman is wrestling Logan Paul. Once again, Paul Heyman saves the day and my interest in the segment. Simply, “You don't boo the Wiseman”. Solo officially acknowledges Roman and they share a hug. It’s an excellent moment to see them being affectionate. It reminds me that they are, at the core, a family. Sami cuts the music as they all go to leave. Sami wanted to acknowledge Roman himself, and in the process, very awkwardly gets sentimental. Roman laughs, asks him why he is talking, and demands he remove his Bloodline shirt. The turn had arrived. Jey rips the shirt off of him, and you can tell Roman is breaking Sami’s heart. Then Roman gives it right back, along with Sami’s new honorary Uce shirt. Jey is pissed, but I loved every second. 

Liv Morgan vs Lacey Evans

Lacey looks weird and really shouldn't be here, but at least Liv gets some fire at her expense. She’s getting scary.  Lacey tries a kendo stick and is met with a wonky code breaker. Liv recovers and gets the pin We get an after-match attack, with Liv taking control of the kendo stick. She yells, “I can get extreme!” and launches Lacey into the barricade. Liv continues with a beautiful senton, sending Lacey through the table.

I still can't help but see her as a little baby, but Liv Morgan is showing she is capable, strong, and aggressive when she needs to be. I love her so much.

Backstage Segments

This all technically occurs throughout the episode in very small segments, but I’m going to summarize it all here to avoid breaking up the overall story. Hit Row and Street Profits are having a party backstage, and Shin joins them as an apparent “Sami Zayn” of the group. As they are joined by more of the roster, such as Sonya, Natalya, Angel, and Humberto. Angel and Humberto interrupt B-Fab’s conversation in what seemed to be an attempt at flirting with her. B-Fab snaps back, and soon after, Top Dolla forces the men to back down by slamming them into the ground. A match is set up for next week against the tag teams. It’s all fun to watch, and it’s a quick way of getting them in the ring with some sort of motivation. 

In another section of the backstage area, Madcap and Ricochet find Sami. I once again ask, why are these men partnered up now? They’re somehow buddies now, and it just does not work for me. They begin to basically bully Sami. They proceed to get obliterated by Solo for disrespecting Sami.

The New Day vs MMM

All my boys in one match! I already loved this from the moment it was announced. Also, the outfits on both teams are incredible. If you don't watch anything else, watch this match just for the aesthetics. MMM owns it for a while, and uses some really great cheeky heel work to gain advantages. However, New Day is able to sneak a smooth pin, and basically steal the victory. 

Otis vs Braun Strowman 

This was exactly what you'd expect if you know anything about these men, except not a squash. They throw themselves at each other and throw each other around. Braun has the momentum and an important storyline, so he gets the win.  But, he still gets a real fight. I see you HHH making good writing decisions. 

Drew McIntyre Promo 

Drew is here and has a leather strap. He calls out Kross and challenges him to a Strap match. Despite its bad name, it’s a fun concept. Instead of being attached at the neck like a Dog Collar match, they will be attached at the wrist. Kross enters, and we get a preview of Drew’s plans: big kicks and whipping. Scarlett intervenes, of course, with a fireball. I see that’s just what we’re doing when we need a woman to distract someone, especially if she’s creepy.  This isn’t enough to stop Drew, but a low blow works. I enjoyed it up until Scarlett’s intervention. Not because she intervened, but because it was disjointed. The fireball has been used, but even if that’s what we’re going for, the low blow felt childish and not the vibe they seem to be going for. 

We don't get very far into the match before shots Shotzi shows up to intervene. Raquel takes advantage of the distraction and gets the quick pin in. So a short match, which is especially disappointing in the women's division, but I don't mind how they did it this time as much as I usually do. It made sense and allows Shotzi to officially fill the spot of the injured Aliyah.  

The Usos vs The Brawling Brutes

I honestly forgot this match happened for a bit. It was another good but predictable match. It’s Interference city, with Sheamus and the Bloodline at ringside. At one point, Sami got a chair after frantically looking for something to help his new cousins just to be stopped by Sheamus which made for a very funny moment. The biggest problem? Imperium’s intervention. I didn't like it, but I am very biased here. I was hoping this could be a big moment for the Brutes, but Usos still retain.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Count on Me

Relationships: Jake Jensen x fem!reader (ninja and blondie) platonic, Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP ninja and puppy)

Words: ~1.8k

Summary: You run into Ransom’s sweetheart ex again and you’re pretty sure you love him.

Warnings: explicit language, unwanted touching (not from either of our sweeties), beating up a douchebag, so much cuteness and fluff, mentions of Steve the cunt, no minors due to the AU

A/N: Sigh, I just love all of them so much, it makes me want to cry 😭

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“How’s the boy toy’s face doing?” Anne handed you a shot as the two of you leaned against the bar, grinning when you tossed it back right away before turning towards the dance floor again.

“It’s better, bruising is going down.” The two of you started winding through the crowd so you could burn off some of the buzz you were feeling. “Still perfectly sittable.”

“Of course that’s what your main concern is.” She rolled her eyes and gave you an indulgent grin, cocking her head when she noticed you staring across the club. “What’s up?”

“I think… that’s Jake!” You bounced excitedly on your toes when you recognized the blonde, waving and squealing a little when he noticed you and waved back after looking around to make sure you were really waving at him. “Let’s go say hi.”

“Who is Jake?” Anne let you pull her towards the man who was still giving you a quizzical stare.

“Ran’s sweetheart of an ex who I might be a little bit in love with, seriously, he’s absolutely precious.” You skipped a little when you reached him, beaming at the man as he rubbed the back of his neck with nervous energy. “Hi Jake!”

“Hi?” He definitely hadn’t been expecting to see you again so soon, not that he hadn’t had a great time when you had him over for dinner, you just always seemed to be catching him off guard. And then you were hugging him again and damn it, you were so sweet, even if you were definitely a little drunk. “What are you doing here?”

“Me and Anne are celebrating, finally told my parents to shut up or fuck off.” You beamed at Jake and leaned on Anne’s shoulder, the three shots you had just downed making you feel nice and warm and pleasant. “What about you?”

“Getting stood up. No it’s fine, the guy was probably an ass anyway and who wants to deal with that.” Jake shrugged off your sympathetic noises with a sheepish grin, trying not to look too disappointed, the guy had seemed nice when they were messaging, though he had been insistent about getting dick pics right off the bat, maybe that should have clued him in. “So I’m getting drunk.”

“An excellent plan, is that a blowjob? Anne, go get another round of blowjobs!” Your friend gave you a small smile before heading to the bar, leaving you to give Jake a squeeze on the shoulder as you stepped closer to him. “You don’t want an asshole anyway, Jakey, you’re gonna hang out with us for the rest of the night. And we’re not gonna talk about asshole men.”

“Oh, okay.” Jake couldn’t help but grin when you wound an arm around him and booped his nose, taking the shot Anne handed him when she got back and downing it. “Why’d you tell your parents to fuck off?”

“Shit, you’re gonna make me break my promise to not talk about assholes right off the bat, huh?” You rested your head on his shoulder and blew out a deep sigh. “They invited my ex to the engagement party, fucking Steve.”

“Wait, not Steve Rogers?” Jake looked between you and Anne and scoffed when she nodded at him. “You dated that jackass?”

“Yeah, he is a jackass.” You laughed when he made a disgusted face. “Wait, no one ever believes me when I tell them he sucks, how do you know he’s a jackass?”

“We were in the army at the same time, even though we were in different units, but it was a pretty open secret.” Jake draped an arm across your shoulders and pulled you closer as he started to feel buzzed from the alcohol. “Apparently he put a bunch of lewd pictures of some ex of his up in his barracks and would send her videos of the morons who were deployed with him jerking off to her all the time.”

“Yeah, that was me.” You groaned at the memory.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Jake shook his head and kissed your temple before he thought better of it, spluttering when you beamed up at him until you pecked him right on the tip of his nose. “Sorry, sorry! It’s just, what a dick.”

“He is the biggest dick.” You clinked your glasses together and downed another shot each, squealing when the next song came on. “Oh my god, I love this one, let’s dance!”

Jake didn’t even have a chance to protest before you were dragging him to the dance floor, Anne just shrugging when he shot her a questioning look before she started dancing next to you. He couldn’t help it though, as soon as you started rolling your hips and tossing your hair he was right there with you, laughing when you wrapped your arms around his neck and let him spin you. You were so goddamn adorable, your drunken cheerfulness was infectious, he couldn’t even remember the name of the dude who stood him up when you started guiding the movement of his hips with your hands while you beamed at him.

“You know, I could use some help with my moves too, pretty girl.” You rolled your eyes and groaned when you heard some asshole speak up behind you, not even bothering to turn around as you watched Jake’s jaw clench while he frowned at the guy.

“Take some dance lessons then, I’m trying to have a good time.” You tucked yourself closer to Jake as you continued dancing, humming softly when he wrapped a protective arm around you.

“Well good news, baby.” You stiffened a little when you felt him move closer to you. “I’m a great time. Why don’t you ditch this nerd and find out.”

“Nerd? How old are you?” Jake scowled at the man as the two of you slowed down. “She’s not interested, dude.”

“I’m gonna need it from her, Skywalker.”

“Jesus, I’m not interested.” You finally turned to face him as Jake muttered that his shirt had the Enterprise on it. “I’m engaged, and very not interested.”

“You’re engaged to this nerd? Baby, there’s no way he’s giving you what you need.” You recoiled when he tried to lean even closer.

“Oh my god, nerd again. Come up with a better insult.” You rolled your eyes and tucked your ass into the dip of Jake’s hips as you fully faced the asshole. “It doesn’t matter who I’m engaged to, I’m not dancing with you, get the fuck out of here. And don’t call strange women baby, it’s creepy.”

“Gorgeous, come on…”

He tried to grab your hip and that was such a bad move. Jake didn’t even get a chance to punch him in the face like he wanted before you grabbed the offensive hand and yanked it back harshly, somehow forcing the jerk to his knees at the same time until you had his arm pulled straight back at a painful angle while you pressed a foot between his shoulder blades and ignored his cursing at you.

“You need to work on your listening skills, dickwad, I said no.” You yanked on his arm when he tried to argue with you, grinning at Jake who was giving you an awestruck look. “Apologize to Jake, and tell him how awesome Star Trek is.”

“What? Fuck!” He failed to glare at you when you twisted a little. “I’m sorry I called you a nerd, Star Trek is awesome.”

“And promise to stop bothering women who clearly aren’t interested.”

“I promise I’ll stop bothering women, let me up!”

“Alright, get lost.” You let him go and he hissed at you when he stood up before hobbling away with a wounded look on his face that you couldn’t give a single fuck about. “Thanks for the help, Anne.”

“Oh my god, you love that shit, shut up.” She rolled her eyes when you flipped her off. “Not my fault your dirty dancing always attracts gross men.”

“That… was awesome!” Jake whooped with laughter and gave you a hug once he finally got over his shock, kissing the top of your head while you giggled and slapped his chest playfully. “Holy shit, you’re kind of a bad ass, was that Muay Thai?”

“And a little Krav Maga, I had some exes who were very into self defense.” You kept an arm around him as you looked around the club. “I’m over this place, that slimeball ruined it. Where do you wanna go?”

“There’s a karaoke bar like a block away.” You both ignored Anne’s whined protests as you headed towards the door. “You know, I teach a kids’ Aikido class on the weekends, I know they would go nuts if I got a badass chick to come kick my ass in front of them.”

“Kids’ Aikido? That’s fucking adorable!!!”

——

It was well past midnight when Ransom’s phone rang, tossing the manuscript he was reviewing aside and frowning a little at the caller ID.

“Anne? What’s going on?”

“You need to come get your fiancée.” He could barely hear her over the noise of wherever she was, drunken singing almost drowning her out as Ransom winced. “They’ve been singing Lady Gaga for two hours.”

“What? Who are you with?” He could hear you belting Poker Face and it made him grin.

“Your ex, not the bitch. And he’s fantastic, but the two of them together is like wrangling a couple of drunk, happy toddlers.” Anne sounded exhausted. “I just want to sleep.”

“Ok, I’ll head out, which bar?”

Ransom grinned when he pulled up to the hole in the wall that he remembered from all of Jake’s eighties karaoke nights, that man loved his power ballads. Anne gave him such a grateful look when he walked in before making a run for it, and when he caught sight of you on stage with Jake he could have melted a little bit. He’d almost forgotten how big of a sweetheart that man was, and watching you geek out with him was just a little too precious.

“Puppy!! Oh my god!!” You waved excitedly when you spotted Ransom, leaving Jake to sing the intro to Bad Romance by himself. “Get up here and sing with us!”

“Gem doesn’t sing, he’s boring.” Jake pouted when Ransom just shook his head with a soft smile. “He knows the dance though, it was his signature number.”

“Shut up! Maria, start it over!!” You jumped off the stage and wobbled over to him while he rolled his eyes, letting you drag him towards the stage while Jake bounced on his toes and clapped. “We’ve got a backup dancer!”

“You two are gonna make me do so much sappy shit aren’t you?” Ransom just sighed when you nodded eagerly and kissed his cheek, rolling his neck and chuckling when Jake kissed the other one. “Fuck, and you gave him tequila? This is gonna be a long ass night. Alright, hit the music!”

[adaodinson]

I didn´t call you babe, I was asking what it meant

It’s been a while since I posted a story, I apologize, I´ve been like crazy cause I’m starting college this year and well, I haven´t had time.

I finally watched Bill and Ted´s trilogy and of course I now adore them and have the biggest crush on Ted. I thought of this while rewatching the first movie today so here it is. In this story Lizzie and Joanna are saved by Rufus like in the movie, but they don´t stay with Bill an Ted (they can still be a part of the band though).

Summary: When the guys go to London in the XV century, they encounter someone else who needs a hand.

Relationship: Ted x femreader, Bill x platonic!femreader

Warnings: none.

Oh you did it this time, you certainly did it. There was no way you would get away from this execution. You were being dragged by the guards, not that you would try to fight them at this point, you knew it was hopeless, but you weren´t going to make it easy for them either.

The wooden door opened with a loud creak as the light from the outside blinded you. You could feel the change in the floor, from cold stone to dirt. You weren´t precisely scared, you were hoping you would get out of this just like the past times but now they took you by surprise, and unlike the others, you didn´t have an escape plan now.

You felt dozens of eyes on you, looking in disgust. Everyone here knew you at this point: the young girl with the weird accent that had no family and only knew how to steal. It was partially true, but of course there was more to you. You didn´t bother trying to change their minds about you anymore, though.

-Aha! I encounter you again- yelled the king from his seat. You rolled your eyes at him and at the look of victory in his eyes. You really didn´t want to give him the satisfaction of killing you, and you didn´t want to die either.

As the guards settled you in place, you realized they were dragging two weird looking guys and tying them up next to you. They had clothes you had never seen before, and they looked funnily scared. The blonde one had a kind aura, he seemed sweet, and the dark haired one, as foolish as he looked, you had to admit was rather handsome. Well, you were clearly lying to yourself, he was beautiful.

-First time here, boys?- You asked with a giggle, still refusing to believe you were going to die.

-You’ve been in this situation before? Are you a ghost?- they asked at the same time.

-I’ve indeed been in this situation before, but I can guarantee I´m not a ghost- you stated.

-Well, how did you get out? We could use some help ya know, babe- The dark haired said with a cute and confused look in his eyes. You flinched at the nickname, you certainly hadn´t heard that before and didn´t know what to think about it.

-Babe?- you asked.

-Yeah?- The same guy asked, waiting for you to say something else. His expression suddenly changed as if he had realized something- Wait, did you just call ME babe?- You swore he was blushing.

-No, I was asking you what it meant…ARGH- you were interrupted by the burning sensation of rope around your neck. They were putting you all in position for the execution.

Behind you, you heard a man screaming nonsense “They fell from the sky!!” “This devilish red box!!”. He was being carried by a cart and was hugging the weirdest thing you had ever seen.

-This is it. Lord, I can´t believe this- You were getting ready to face your destiny when you noticed there where only two executioners. Before you could even realize what was happening, the executioners cut the ropes that were holding you.

-Billy! Socrates!- The guys yelled while hugging the men. You then felt a hand on your shoulder and quickly turned, ready to punch who you thought was a guard.

-DON´T- The cute boy said while covering his face.

-Come on, babe! Come with us, we can get you out of here- You didn’t even stop to think about it, you just jumped to the cart and screamed your way through the town. You were speeding up more and more, and you were not feeling ready to die again, so as you passed a bridge, you managed to grab a rope that was tight to a wooden structure and pulled so it would block your persecutor´s way.

-WOW That was excellent! - both boys said at the same time and then did a strange movement with their hands in the air while shacking their heads happily. They were definitely the weirdest people you had ever met, but you liked that.

As you reached the woods, the guys hurried all of you to get into the red rectangle. You saw the blonde guy going through a book and pressing some metallic thingies.

-Oh I´m Ted by the way, and that is Bill, Socrates and Billy- Ted said while pointing at each of them. You blushed at his attention.

-I´m Y/N- you said with a worried smile since the guards were getting closer.

-Y/N- Ted repeated proudly- Beautiful name for a beautiful lady- That made you blush even more, especially since you were pretty close to him because of the small space inside the red rectangle.

Suddenly all your surrounding changed and you could only see what seemed like infinite. You closed your eyes while screaming and hang on to the shirt of whoever was next to you. Spoiler alert, it was Ted. He didn’t even scream through the time tunnels since he was too busy looking at you.

The red thing finally stopped and Bill asked you to stay inside. You didn´t see much of what happened out there, you just heard Bill and Ted say: “Be excellent to each other, and party on, dudes!”. You didn´t know what that meant, but they said it with such conviction you assumed they were wise words.

After the guys returned, you made more travels to who knows where and then finally arrived to what Bill and Ted called home. You saw Ted´s house and your head was now hurting with questions, but you understood Ted and Bill needed your help so you would ask everything after that.

They took you to a place called The Mall. It was huge and filled with people. You were looked at weirdly, but to you, the weird ones were all of them. Bill explained what The Mall was and Ted never left your side, he was at the end of the line, guarding all your new friends, but always made sure you were feeling safe.

They gave you a Slursy? Slusfy? Oh whatever, it was the most delicious thing you had ever tried, and Ted smiled so widely just by seeing how happy you were with it. He mentioned they would have to go get another historical figure that they had brought before, and you didn´t want to be without them so you asked if you could go with them. They agreed happily.

You then met Deacon, Ted´s little brother, and before you knew you were at a place called a water park? You didn´t understand so Ted took you to take a look and explain while Bill went looking for Napoleon. You got lost in Ted´s explanation by looking into his eyes, and he realized you weren´t paying attention. He thought you were making fun of him in your head or that you thought he was an idiot. But what you blurted out (according to you, you said it in your head, apparently you didn´t) made him see that wasn´t at all what you were thinking.

-How can you be so cute and pretty?- The question was out before you could even think. You turned a bright red and looked at the floor, but Ted softly grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

-You really think that, Y/N?- His eyes were filled with so much joy, hope and a beautiful spark that you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him.

-Well, yes, of course I do. I mean, you literally saved me and…- You weren´t allowed to finish, a pair of soft lips in yours interrupted you midsentence, but of course you didn´t care. You tasted and enjoyed every bit of it, just like Ted did.

-Okay guys, I found him… WOAH- Bill was carrying a man covered in a towel and was smirking at you both.

-DUDE- Ted said looking happier than you had ever seen him (and that was a lot to say).

-Awesome!- They both said and did what you now knew was an air guitar movement.

You headed back to the Mall and soon realized your historical friends had been taken to prison by Ted’s father. You didn’t really understand what was going on, everything was new for you and Bill had to drag you as you stood astonished looking at a bicycle (not to mention how many questions you asked about the car). The guys decided it would be best if you stayed with Missy and Napoleon in the car, Ted specified he didn’t want you to get hurt.

Missy asked you tons of questions and answered yours. She was really nice, and even though Napoleon was weird, he was really funny (because he didn’t understand anything).

Finally Bill and Ted returned with the others and you headed back to the Mall.

You weren’t a historical figure, so you got to watch the guy’s complete presentation from behind the stage and to clap like crazy when they finished. Ted had gotten you some clothes when you returned to the Mall, and you were the most comfortable you had ever been.

You decided to stay with them, but you did accompany the guys to leave the historical figures at their times, they ended up being your friends after all.

When you returned, Ted wanted to offer you to stay in his house, but he knew his dad wouldn´t allow it, so you stayed with Bill instead. You saw Ted all the time though, and when they discovered that you could sing they immediately asked you to join their band and be the lead singer. You couldn´t say no to Ted´s beautiful face, so you agreed, and of course their love for music was contagious and you were loving every new song they showed you. Rufus then confirmed you were a part of the band in the future, and so, that´s how your life in a different time began, and you couldn´t love it more.

[blurrycow]

Hargreeves analysis (5/7: my lucky number!)

Tagging the gang: @jbd302020, @conchshell, @stupidcanofpeaches, @assaily, @kdangerfblog (I know you wanted to be added to my tag list- this isn’t the fic but here)

Five Hargreeves

My playlist with the songs I think go with him and his vibe are on my Spotify! It’s called Sunbow (my at home account) and _Sunbow (my school account.) Both post playlists and update them consistently. They are also basically the same.

SORRY FOR THE SELF ADVERTISING! On with the analysis.

Ah, my favorite number. My lucky number. Too bad my lucky number has been through some… stuff. Very unlucky number.

Hoooooo boy. Five. What to do with you, man. Five is definitely the absolutely most traumatized, most overlooked one of the siblings (Vanya is a close second, Klaus lagging in third).

Boy, I knew about five before I even watched TUA. My friend, @chickadee634, writes fanfic for him, so she showed me some of that and that’s really what got me into it. I have great memories of sitting with my friends, watching a small fifteen year old murder grown men.

By now, you’re getting tired of my mindless rambling, so let’s just go.

Nobody ever takes him seriously. We clearly see this in season two when his pleas to help save the world are collectively ignored by his “loving” family members. Honestly it makes me very sad to see, because he tries so hard, and his siblings can’t see the fact that if they don’t get their shit together, there will be no social life to get to.

Five can easily be summarized by this line [about Nico DiAngelo] by Rick Riordan, from the excellent book The Tower of Nero:

“He looked like a person who had been hit not once, not twice, but so many times over the course of many years that [he] had lost sense of what it was to feel not in pain.”

(Apologies if it’s incorrect! I am going from memory here.)

Five has… not had any relax time in more than forty five years. In the long, lonely apocalypse, his only companion was a mannequin that is consistently ridiculed in the series by his siblings. Eventually he has to give her up, and then when he finally gets her back, he has to give her away again. He gets a shrapnel wound to the gut. He gets a concussion Flynn Rider style and falls in a pile of bricks. He’s rewound time more than once on no sleep. He has a bullet wound.

Basically, what I’m saying is, Five is a fucking champ.

He has been through so much shit- isolation, manipulation, being ignored, dna changes, the trauma of killing people, leaving behind the love of his life, finding the love of his life again and then being forced to leave her again, ptsd, malnutrition, growth stunting, anxiety, depression, torture, so much more, and GOD, I want to give this boy a hug. He’s been through so much and his family members (although I love them, they’re kind of ignorant bitches to Five) don’t see the fact that he’s struggling until he’s literally passing out.

Let’s talk about Five’s relationships with his siblings.

Five loves his family. They are his one motivator. He can’t admit it because he doesn’t want to tell them how much he’s been through for them, because he sees it as a weakness. It kind of is! Anyone could make him do anything for them.

Time in the commission:

Five spent YEARS- YEARS- in a place that objectified him for his powers (“you’re a legend!” etc). He spent SO LONG in a toxic place that sent him to kill millions of innocents, a place that ALTERED HIS FUCKING DNA to make him feel LESS GUILTY ABOUT BEING A MURDERER.

anyway poor guy can’t catch a break

And he’s still so impacted by Reginald! (I.e., the scene where he’s in the closet and Reginald is outside of it and Reggie steps forward and Five steps back, which is a symbol of defeat and submission in most animals, signifying that his father still has a great impact on his choices, and still intimidates him.) His father is his greatest abuser (actually, he has a lot of abusers- the Handler, AJ, + his father).

Five has been spiraling through space and time for so long that now he doesn’t know what’s the past, present, or future, and before he can even get adjusted to space lag, he’s thrown into an apocalypse, which is quickly headed up by another apocalypse. He’s confused, and he needs a break. Plus, I think the only thing he’s eaten since he got back from his 45 years was a fluffernutter sandwich.

Conclusion: Five Hargreeves has been through A LOT OF SHIT (fault of Gerard Way) and needs a fucking break. Petition to let this lil guy take a nap in s3!

Alright, only two left! Let’s see how we can pick apart Ben Hargreeves next.