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baby scarab || 33

anon - how about baby scarab sees another hallucination of harrow and ammit while talking with the boys

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anon - Hi and hello!

I don't really know how to do an ask BUT here we are. also, English isn't my first language so i hope my ask would make sense to you by any means.. AANNDD to the important thing!

First, you did an incredible job writing baby scarab series. Thank you so much for your hard work!

About the ask: if you're comfortable, here it is!

( y/n have a nightmare about being stuck in an Asylum -same Asylum that the boy's was running from- with a reputation for being a troublemaker. things get a bit too much as Her father being also one of the patients, and the boy's being in charge. The real nightmare starts when she try to communicate to any one of the three hard-working boys, and her father.)

Do your magic ✨️

The artwork that made me type all this crap "the art is not mine, Credits to the owner" : https://pin.it/7FPKFfh

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anon - Idk silly idea I love

So imagine reader has a shit day right and the boys are doing moon knight stuff and they get a text from their phone like come to the roof nerd and it’s big bro Spider-Man!!

Just imagine him playing some fun music and dancing with the reader on the roof

Me and my friend did this once, we both were in rlly bad states of depression and we ended up blasting music and he and I danced to stupid songs in the rain

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A/N : so theres a lot to unload

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : busy busy chapter. never be afraid to leave a request, i love reading them :))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, confusion, needles, night terrors, peter being peter, casper being casper, drugs, violence. let me know if i missed anything

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it’s been a week since you’ve been back in your own body, and you’ve hit the living shit out of khonshu- but it’s been a calm week.

you’d explained to casper that you weren’t in the right state of mind and he understood, things going back to normal after that.

well, as normal as it gets around here.

here being trying to french braid jakes hair while he complains about you pulling too hard.

“cariño mio- must you tug so hard?” jake asks you and you hum.

“yes. i must” you answer, almost finishing the braid that goes right down the center of his head, the sides still being down since that hair isn’t long enough.

“are you almost done?” he complains and you scoff.

“yes. and it wouldn’t take so long if you didn’t have crusty old man hair” you respond, taking a hair tie off your wrist to secure the braid.

“now you’re done, you baby” you jump over the edge of the couch to sit next to jake, who looked to you.

“does it look good?”

“mhmm” you assure him and he nods.

“now do khonshus” he suggests and you chuckle.

“he doesn’t have hair”

“get him a wig”

“i spend too much money on marshmallows so no, i’m not buying him any more shit”

jake laughs at your response, and sighs after. “you spoil him too much, princesa” he tells you and you nod.

“i can’t help it” you shrug.

“isn’t it your bedtime?” marc asks sarcastically and you glare at him.

“no” you deny it, and shakes your head, unable to keep back a yawn as if on cue.

“no?” marc says rhetorically.

“okay- fine” you get up off the couch with your hands up, heading to the bathroom to change and take your medicine.

once you do so, you come out and find that steven was now fronting, and sitting on the bed.

you were at his place after all, you practically live there more than half the time now.

“come on, i’ll stay until you fall asleep, but we’ll probably gone still when you wake up” he says sadly and you form a pout on your face.

“don’t give me that look, it just makes this harder” steven informs you as you sit down on his bed.

“when do you think you’ll be back?” you question, and steven hums.

“marc said a little before lunch- and we’ll pick you up something to make up for it” he answers quickly and you chuckle.

“you better” you tell him playfully and he ruffles your hair before pushing you down.

“okay, sleep now so we can get going” you hear marc’s voice.

you groan and turn your body so that you’re head is on the pillow, steven pulling up one of the small blankets to cover you.

“i promise we’ll be back before you know it” steven tells you, kissing the side of your head before standing up and backing away.

“please be safe guys” you say in a louder voice, to make sure all three of them heard you.

and they did, all of them giving you verbal agreement that they’d be safe.

“now close your eyes, it’s almost midnight” marc tells you, and you scoff, burying your face in the pillow.

“bye guys, love you”

the three of them all responded with, “love you too, kid”, “yo tambien te amo, buenas noches”, and “night, love” before leaving, while you let out a breath and try to go to sleep.

you knew they’d be okay, they were capable of beating the worst villains out there- plus with layla who is a total badass.

speaking of layla, you put a mental reminder in your head to call her tomorrow.

and after that, you fell right asleep. peacefully.

or so you thought.

~~~

your brain feels like it’s buzzing- the noise being unbearable.

you can’t feel anything, and your eyes refuse to open.

“..miss y/n?” you hear a familiar voice, but it’s muffled since your ears also feel like someone shoved a ton of cotton balls in them.

you finally regain feeling in everything, and slowly blink open your eyes, instantly noticing the bright lights and white colored walls surrounding you.

you panic as your breathing quickens, looking around the unfamiliar room.

“miss y/n?” you hear the voice again, all too clear.

you flinch at the sudden sound and look back forwards, clutching onto the arms of the chair you were in.

“steven?!” you exclaim, launching yourself out of your chair just to fall forwards onto the desk, steven putting down the clipboard he was holding and coming around to help you back into the chair.

he puts an arm around your back and one of his hands holding yours, leading you to sit back down.

“careful, the sedative we gave you is quite strong” he advises, leaning on the desk in front of you, hands clasped in front of him while you blink rapidly.

“sedative..?” you trail off, noticing the strange outfit steven was wearing- khakis and a white collared shirt under a brown sweater vest.

along with his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“yes, you had another outburst” he starts, your breathing quickening again.

“you almost managed to leave this time, but don’t worry, you’re safe now” you get the feeling he was trying to be comforting, but instead it sent a chill down your spine.

“where are we? what the hell is going on?” you ask shakily, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“that’s a silly question.” steven chuckles. “you’re home” he shrugs with a crooked smile.

you shake your head slowly, gripping the armrests again and gritting your teeth.

“this isn’t home- i don’t know where i am!“ you exclaim, steven tensing in the slightest.

“i want to go back to your flat! the one in london! we- you- i- i live in an apartment in london. that’s my home” you say sternly.

steven hums and adjusts his glasses before speaking again. “no, y/n. this is your home and it has been for a while” he starts.

“you’re in the putnam medical facility here in chicago illinois” he explains and you shake your head.

“when i fell asleep i was in your flat. in london” you grit out, glaring at steven who looks at you with pity filled eyes.

“when you fell asleep, it was after you disarmed two of the nurses here” he starts again, you scoffing. “we had to sedate you again, and for that i apologize” he puts a hand to his heart, talking slowly.

“no” you mutter. “this isn’t real- steven whatever joke you’re playing- it isn’t funny. please stop” you shake your head, squeezing your eyes closed as you try to take steady breaths.

you hear steven let out a breath. “i can assure you that this is real, i’m your doctor, y/n” you look up from your seat.

“and you are my patient, it’s my job to take care of you” he says slowly which has you shaking your head again.

“no no no” you chant over and over again, building up all the strength in your body to try and get out of the chair.

steven straightens himself, ready to help you in case you fall over again.

“you’re.. you’re lying. this is a sick joke” you try to convince yourself.

“y/n.. please sit back down, we can talk-“

“i don’t want to talk!” you snap, pointing a finger in stevens face. “i want to go home- to MY home in LONDON” you exclaim.

“you hear me?! LONDON!” you yell in his face, making him put a hand to your shoulder just to have you push it away.

“please calm down, remember the breathing exercises we practiced last week?” he asks, and you scoff.

“no. and you know why? because i was at home last week- with you.. and marc… and jake.. i..” you trial off.

“wait- marc and jake, where a they?” you look around at the windows reflections, noticing that they are the same as the actual person in front of you.

it reminds you of when you first met jake.

“they are on sabbatical at the moment, but don’t worry you’ll see them again” steven waves you off, moving closer to you as you take stuttered steps back.

“where..”

“oh! they’re in the headspace, they don’t like interacting outside the body” he nods to himself.

this was the exact opposite of what they liked.

marc and jake- and even steven didn’t mind talking when they weren’t in the body.

your mind was swarming in confusion- this all felt so real yet you keep trying to convince yourself it’s a dream.

“yes they do” you start, making steven give you a confused face. “they talk to me all the time”

steven just chuckles, and your face pales as he brings an orange bottle out of his pocket.

“i think it’s time to take your medication” he reaches a hand out towards you, the other still holding the pill bottle.

“no” you back away a little faster, steven slowly taking steps towards you.

“that wasn’t a question” he says in a sickly sweet tone, making a tear roll down your cheek.

this wasn’t your steven.

this wasn’t your steven at all.

you eventually run into the locked door, turning around quickly to bang on it as hard as you can while trying to open it.

“LET ME OUT! SOMEBODY PLEASE-“ you choke on your own words, feeling more tears form.

“you’ll feel better after you take your medicine, y/n” steven says, reaching you and slowly reaching out to grab your hand, you trying to sink away from him even though you’re backed up against the door.

“no- please” you feel your hands shake, one of them being grasped by stevens.

“you have to, it makes you feel better” he tries to reason with you. “i’ve noticed when you don’t take it, you can be quite the trouble maker” he tries to joke with you, slowly pulling your sluggish body away from the door by your hand.

you look back towards the door, wishing you could’ve figured out a way to open it, and by the time you look away from it you’re already back in the chair.

you keep a heavy glare trained on steven as he dumps two pills into his hand, and putting them into yours while handing you a glass of water.

“go on, take the-“ stevens cut off by you shooting up in the chair, throwing the pills to the ground and smashing the glass cup to the ground as well, water flying everywhere.

steven flinched, backing away and pressing a button under the desk.

“i’m not taking any damn pills- let me leave” you say darkly, steven giving you a look of guilt.

“you’ve never acted like this before- sure you’ve had outbursts but-“

“but what? this is all a dream” you shake your head, steven tilting his head at you.

“when i wake up i’ll be back home” you laugh to yourself uneasily, making steven try his best not to back away.

“so you know what? fuck you- and fuck all of this” you end it darkly, two figures barging into the room, one with a needle.

your face drops at the sight, and flashes of the man that took your blood plague your mind for a moment- making you back away slowly.

“wait you didn’t say anything about a needle-“ you turn to steven angrily.

“what did you think we meant by sedative?” he asks calmly and you panic when the two people come closer.

you suddenly feel the adrenaline fade- making you tired and not able to make a run for the open door.

“no- wait wait wait- please not the needle!” you plead with the two nurses, both of them looking to each other for a moment before coming closer, easily holding you still as you feel a prick in the back of your neck.

“wait- steven..” you trail off, feeling your eyelids become heavy again, steven waving to you as you fall to the floor unconscious.

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you woke up panting, a cold sweat running down you neck while you rub your eyes.

you take a few calming breaths before you look down and see that you’re in a bed you don’t recognize.

you shoot up in the bed, throwing the white covers off of you to shove yourself in a corner of the all white room.

staring at the door, you feel your throat tighten and your eyes water, just letting tears freely flow down your cheeks.

what was going on..?

you wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

but it felt like this nightmare was a reality.

you had no idea at this point, you just felt like those doctors probably pumped you full of drugs.

you slowly blink and you quietly sob into one of your hands, the other picking at the white long sleeve shirt you had on.

you had your knees to your chest, the white of everything becoming too overwhelming.

you wanted to just snap out of whatever this was and find yourself back in steven, marc, and jakes bed.

the dark academia vibes consuming you- the smell of the books and the hum of the lights in gus’ tank.

you missed it.

you missed home.

you’re broken from your thought when the door unlocks and clicks open, and you immediately notice marc’s posture by the way he walked in and calmly sat on the messed up bed after locking the door behind him.

he let you stare at him before he spoke, letting your tears calm and your breathing to become not so rapid.

“how are you feeling?” he asks, him wearing something different to steven- that being just dark pants and a dark blue button up.

you don’t answer him, you just keep staring.

marc sighs and you flinch, making him tilt his head at you. “i’m not here to hurt you. nobody is” he says in a calm voice.

“then how come i feel like i was just hit with a bus?” you ask sarcastically in a raspy voice.

marc hums and runs a hand through his hair. “it was for your own good” he informs you and you scoff.

“my own good..?” you echo back and he nods.

“maybe seeing your father would put you back in the right mindset?” he suggest and you look at him wide eyed.

“he’s dead.. and even if he was alive i wouldn’t want to see him” you try to tell marc but he just chuckles.

“this just be the drugs talking, you love seeing him” he gets up from his spot and offers a hand to you.

when you don’t take it, marc just takes it upon him to lift you up and basically carry you outside the room.

you just let him, you could barely move.

when you first woke up it was another adrenaline rush, and just moving to the corner of the room had tired you out.

marc set you down in a wheelchair, and you limply sit in it as he pushes you through a set of doors to a huge open room- one man sitting calmly on a couch sipping tea.

you recognized him instantly.

it was arthur harrow.

you squirm in your seat as much as you can, pushing yourself into it as marc pushes you closer to your ‘father’.

“is she alright?” harrow asks marc, and he smiles in return while nodding, stopping pushing you when you’re right in front of harrow.

“i’ll give you two some time” marc says quietly, leaving the room while you stare ahead in fear.

“y/n?” harrow says quietly, making you dart your eyes to him specifically.

“why am i here..?” you murmur to yourself.

“you don’t remember?” harrow asks you genuinely and you make a face.

“remember what?” you ask in return, wanting to know what his answer would be.

“your friend.. what was his name..” he starts. “ah! casper! that’s it, he and his mom dropped you off here to get you help” he says and you scoff.

“..why would he do that?” you ask hesitantly.

harrow looks down then back up at you. “because of your schizophrenia, dear” he informs you and you shake your head.

“don’t call me that. you’re not my father” you shake your head and feel your eye twitch.

“he wouldn’t do that- he said i wasn’t crazy” you start ranting. “he said- he said he didn’t think i was crazy- why would he bring me here?” your breathing quickens again and harrow puts and hand up to try and calm you down.

“i need to get out of here” you whisper to yourself, harrows eyes widening at that.

“but this is your home-“

“THIS IS NOT MY HOME!” you yell at him, forcing yourself out of the wheelchair to make your way to the window leading to outside, harrow leaving the room.

you make it to the window and start punching it as hard as you can, the glass cracking under the pressure while your knuckles get cut up and bleed.

you didn’t care about the stinging pain though, all you cared about was getting out of there.

one last punch and the glass shatters, and you cover your face with your arms until it stops falling.

you smile to yourself for a split second before climbing out, again not caring about any new injuries you could’ve gotten.

you limp behind some bushes outside when you hear people rush into the room you were just in.

so you put a hand to your mouth to keep your breathing quiet as they all look out the window for you.

you close your eyes and pray that they can’t see you behind the bushes, and when you hear them go back inside you let out a quiet breath of relief, sinking to the ground in exhaustion.

the relief doesn’t last long when you open your eyes again though.

you came face to face with none other than jake lockley.

standing in front of you, looking down at you with a stern look on his face.

he had an outfit change as well, now in a full black tux with a leather jacket over it.

and don’t forget the matching hat.

“are you lost, querida?” he asks and you back yourself up into the bushes, getting dust and dirt all over your white clothes.

jake clicks his tongue and crouches down in front of you, making sure to keep a tight grip on your ankle to keep you from moving further away.

he tilts his head at you and scoffs. “i thought you were smarter than this” he murmurs, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

you didn’t have the energy to try and fight him, you only had the energy to lightly hit his back with shaky hands as you cried for him to let you go.

and another pinch in the back of the neck later, you were out again.

~~~

this time you woke up restrained.

in a new room, new clothes, and the restraints being a straight jacket wrapped tightly around you.

you looked around you properly and saw that you were in a padded room, with only a small section of what you assumed was a see through mirror.

they were probably looking at you from the other side, thinking you were too dumb to realize.

you tried to get your arms free, which was useless because you could barely move them an inch, not even able to stand up either.

you throw your head back against the soft wall, until you hear the door click.

inside came marc- back in the clothes he had on earlier- and layla, in a doctors outfit. a stethoscope around her neck and several pens in her white coats pocket.

marc locks the door again, both of them moving to stand in front of you, while you look up at them with fear and confusion.

“you’ve never acted like this before. has something happened?” layla asks in a slightly higher pitched voice than you remember.

“…i..is this real..?” you hesitated in asking, fearing the answer.

“why of course it is” layla tells you and you nod to yourself, looking down and taking deep breaths.

you shove your face into your knees, them being brought up to your chest.

“i knew i’d end up in here” you mutter to yourself.

“i forget to take my medication once and now.. now i’m officially crazy” you say to yourself, blocking out everything around you.

you then start to hear music, the song blitzkrieg bop, but very muffled.

you head shoots up, seeing layla and marc no where, and you stare forward, wondering what could be going on.

“what now..?” you whisper to yourself, closing your eyes and trying to block out the noise.

the music gets louder and louder while it throbs in your head, making you grit your teeth and let out a pained groan.

it continues until you feel like your head is about to split open- and that’s when the miracle happens.

~~~

you shoot up again- blitzkrieg bop playing faintly from your phone, which was on stevens nightstand beside you.

wait.

stevens nightstand.

your phone.

you look around on surprise, finally seeing the flat as tears rush to your eyes again.

this time, the tears being real.

“oh my god..” you murmur to yourself, grabbing the pillow you were laying on and shoving your face into it, breathing in the familiar scent of your boys.

you missed them way more than usual now, wanting to make sure this wasn’t another part of that all too realistic nightmare.

the song- which you now registered as the ringtone you had set for peter- stopped then played again, signaling that he was calling you for a second time.

that you know of.

you pick up your phone, seeing that it was 3 in the morning, only being almost 4 hours since your boys left.

seeing peters name pop up again made you worry.

was he in trouble? did he need your help?

you answer the call and put the phone to your ear to hear a relieved sigh.

“i’m so so sorry did i wake you up? i shouldn’t have kept calling” you listen to peter apologize with a smile on your face as you stare around the apartment, overly joyed to be home.

“peter”

“..yeah?”

“you didn’t wake me up, you’re fine” you say quietly, scared your voice might break.

“oh uhh.. are you sure?”

“mhmm” you start, still scanning around the room while speaking. “why are you calling me?”

“i’m on the roof”

“what?”

“my spidey senses were going crazy- and they stopped when i got on the roof so i thought it would have something to do with you” he explains and you furrow your brows.

his senses were going off because they somehow knew you needed to be woken up from that.. very realistic nightmare?

hm.

thank god for peter parker.

“..i can sense your sadness” peter starts. “come up here” he hangs up.

you scoff and take one last good look around the apartment, seeing gus happily float around in his tank before leaving out the window.

once you get to the roof, peter was playing some calming music off his phone and waiting for you, leaning on one of the vents.

“are you alright?” he asks you and you nod, him obviously noticing your shaken up form.

“..it was a nightmare” he states and you freeze. “wasn’t it?”

another slow nod, and you look down until peter comes over and takes your hands in his.

“don’t let it freak you out too much, it’s not real” he tells you softly and you nod again, already tearing up.

“oh, y/n” he says and pulls you into a light hug, letting you silently cry into his shoulder while lightly swaying to the calm music.

your tears stopped and you still found yourself swaying back and forth with peter, him having both his arms around your back.

“better?” he asks and you nod into his shoulder.

“good” he starts. “just.. if you ever need to talk.. just remember that your big bro spider-man is always here to help” he says and you snort.

“hey- don’t laugh at me” peter ends up chuckling as well, and you break the swaying hug to try and attempt to spin him, which resulted in him almost falling over while both of you share a laugh.

you two are terrible dancers. but that didn’t stop you from dancing for about a half hour until you got tired again.

“would you want to meet here again tomorrow? for spidey stuff?” peter asks while helping you back into the apartments window.

“of course, who would pass up training with their big bro, spider-man?” you ask sarcastically and you see peters cheeks flush.

you chuckle and pat his shoulder. “yeah, i’ll be there” you say and he smiles at you.

“see you then” he nods, jumping back onto the roof to get his stuff.

you closed and locked the window, and once you look around you get scared to go back to sleep.

even though you knew it was a dream, it felt so real. it really felt like everyone just abandoned you.

you really thought you were crazy.

you were tired though, so you couldn’t help it when you hugged the pillow to your chest when you eventually lay down, falling asleep again.

this time, peaceful and dreamless.

~~~

when you woke again it was calm.

and you were beyond relieved that you found yourself in the flat where you fell asleep.

no more white walls, and no more creepy vibes coming from here.

just silence, and you loved it.

you look down at yourself after throwing the blanket off you, seeing that you’re indeed still in your darker clothes you went to sleep in.

you were debating on telling the guys about your vividly realistic nightmare, pros and cons coming with it.

they could think you’re making it up, and that you’re actually crazy and throw you in the loony bin.

or they’d comfort you and try to make your day better.

you knew they wouldn’t think you’re crazy but the thought always passes through your mind.

one thing did cross your mind though. was harrow trying to communicate with you through your dreams?

you wouldn’t put it past him, and he did talk to you out of a sacrificial corpse.

someone must have found a way to let him contact you without actually coming into contact with you.

he still had plenty of followers around the globe, maybe they were helping his spirit get to you.

well, whatever he wanted to say he didn’t say it. he wanted you to stay trapped in the nightmare to make you believe that it was reality.

he wanted to get on your hood side so that when you woke up you’d carry on his legacy.

bring real justice unlike whatever khonshu was doing.

you shook your head and took in a breath, picking up your phone to check the time.

it was only 7 in the morning, so you still had a while before your boys got back.

you sigh and as if on cue, casper’s name lights up on your phone, signaling that he was calling you.

you furrow your brows and answer it on speaker, curious as to why he was calling you so early in the morning.

“y/n!” he yells into the phone making you snort.

“yes?”

“you’ll never guess what i just found outside my house!” he exclaims again and you get curious.

“what is it?” you start. “and calm down” you add on and casper hums in acknowledgment.

“i found kittens!” he whisper shouts into the phone, making you gasp.

“ohmigosh how many?” you ask, sitting up against the headboard, phone resting in your lap.

“only two. but my dad doesn’t want them in the and i don’t know what to do” he ends sadly and you sigh.

“i’ve been sitting outside and feeding them for a while.. and everyone that walks past doesn’t want one” he explains.

“i’ll take them” you blurt out, making casper gasp.

“really? you’re a life saver! when do you think you can get them?” he asks and you swipe down your screen to see it’s been about a half hour since you got up, the exact time being 7:32.

“i can come right now” you respond. “but i’ll have to be quick”

“okay. thanks again, y/n” casper ends before you hang up and swing your legs over the bed.

you grab your jacket from where it was on the floor and put it on, slipping your phone in the pocket and putting your shoes on.

you unlock the door when you get to it and leave almost right away, speed walking down the hall after locking the door again behind you.

you basically ran out of the building.

you were excited to take kittens home, plus you had to be there when everyone got back.

plus you had to hide the kittens.

you’d figure it out as you go.

you got to casper’s house really quickly, he was waiting for you outside on the steps, the kittens just sitting there.

one of them was completely black, with pretty blue eyes. the other was a calico, with bright green eyes.

“holy shit” you breath out, casper chuckling at your expression as you crouch down next to him and put your hand out to let’s the cats approach you.

“yeah, i had the same reaction” casper tells you, and you can tell he’s all of a sudden very nervous.

he kept picking at his fingers while avoiding eye contact.

“is everything alright?” you ask, scratching behind the calicos ears and the black one rubs against your legs.

“yeah, yeah, it’s just-“

“you can talk to me” you say, lightly elbowing him in the knee and moving to sit on the steps next to him.

“can i be honest with you?” he asks hesitantly and you nod.

“every time i see you.. i just.. all i can think about is when we kissed and it makes me nervous because we never talked about it and-“

“casper”

“i’m so sorry- listen, i can-“

“casper”

“no just listen to me!” he exclaims and you nod, putting your hands up in surrender.

“let me take you out” he blurts and you keep nodding, hiding a small smile behind your hand.

“yeah- okay” you answer, one of the kittens hopping up into your lap.

“cool” he coughs awkwardly, helping you stand, you now holding the kitten that hopped in your lap.

“i’ll uh.. i’ll text you” he finishes, bending down to hand you the other kitten.

you’re now holding the two small animals to your chest, them hiding their faces into your shirt.

“i’ll see you then” you say awkwardly, slowly backing up to get back home.

casper hums and waves to you shortly before heading back inside his house.

it was a very quick and awkward interaction, but you couldn’t think about that now, you had to get home.

~~~

they could be home any minute now.

it was almost noon, like they said and the damn cats wouldn’t stay put in the bathtub where you had wanted to hide them.

just until you could leave them alone at your place.

even though casper had fed them, you gave them little bowls of water and som salami.

cats can have salami right?

either way they loved it.

you figured out that they were both females, still not knowing what to name them.

you just called them ‘black cat’ and ‘the other one’

it’s a temporary arrangement, since you didn’t want them to be nameless forever.

you heard the door click open and you curse to yourself and you place the cats back in the bathtub, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door shut, making marc give you a weird look as the suit disappears from his body.

“what-“

“oh hey you’re back” you interrupt him and he raises an eyebrow.

“what’s in there?” he asks like he already knows what’s going on.

“nothing” you say too quickly and something hits the door, making it rattle from the other side.

you make a face, and marc walks towards you slowly. “tell me- did you bring home another animal?”

you shake your head. “she’s telling the truth” steven observed that you didn’t do your ‘tell’, since he would know if you were lying.

“..i brought home two” you mumble, marc sighing.

“open the door”

you make another face and open it, the two kittens rushing out to rub on marc’s legs.

“where did you even-“

“casper called me. his dad hates cats and there’s nobody to take care of them” you tell him, fiddling with your sleeve.

marc sighs and you can sense a switch, jake now slowly crouching down to pet the cats.

you stand there confused and crouch down as well, watching as the cats push each other to get more pets.

“can we keep them?” you ask and jake chuckles, looking to you.

“marc is shaking his head in the doorknob” he points it out and you groan.

“so that means yes” he says and you perk up.

“really?!” you exclaim and jake nods.

“you name one then” you suggest and jake tilts his head at the kittens, and ends up gently picking up the black one.

“this gato is…” he trails off, him and the cat having a staring contest. “luna”

the cat meows happily and jake smiles at it.

marc was watching the whole thing with wide eyes. he’d never since he met jake see him so soft for someone that isn’t you. who knew it would be for a cat?

“and the other?” steven starts. “what’s her name?”

“uhmmm..” you trail off.

“i have no idea”

you look behind jake, seeing movement and see harrow again, but this time only a flash, until what looked like an alligator appeared before leaving again.

you mistakenly let out a gasp, making jake look to you curiously. "are you okay, princesa?" he asks and you nod slowly, both of you standing up to guide the kittens to the kitchen.

~~~

after the calico glaring at you and everyone for suggesting ‘dumb’ names, you thought back to the nightmare while the kittens slept on the couch next to each other, you and steven on the floor.

“..steven?” you call out quietly and he hums looking to you.

“i uh.. had this weird dream last night” you start, steven looking at you with worry.

“be honest but do you think i’m.. crazy? as in padded room and straight jacket type of crazy?” you clarify and all three guys look at you wide eyed.

“oh heavens no!” steven exclaims.

“okay- and would you ever keep me somewhere against my will?“

“no” they all say in unison and nod.

“just had to make sure” you mumble, steven carefully reaching a hand out and wrapping it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“darling, you aren’t crazy” steven starts. “if you were, then we’d be insane” he jokes and you chuckle.

“three of us sharing a body” he begins again. “now that’s crazy” he chuckles with you.

“we love you but we would never keep you anywhere against your will either” marc says and you smile.

“thank you guys”

“it’s no problem, kid. we just want to make sure you’re comfortable” marc tells you and you smile again.

“i’m lucky to have you guys”

“damn right” jake mumbles and you make a face at his reflection in the coffee table in front of you.

you didn’t utter another word until you fell asleep again on steven, since it was late.

earlier you and the guys spent a lot of time getting the house ready for the kittens, and didn’t realize how late it was until you all sat down.

it was late already again, and your boys made sure they stayed up to chase away any other nightmares that dared to plague your mind.

they eventually did retire from that, opting to just let you sleep on them while they dozed off.

not a single dream entered your mind that night.

and jake was right, you are damn lucky.

lucky to have them.

oh and don’t forget the cats.

yep.

then too.

but mostly your boys, marc, steven, and jake.

no cat could compare to your grumpy dads, nothing could.

it was just your dads and you.

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A/N : FIRST ID LIKE YOU ALL TO LEAVE SUGGESTIONS FOR THE CALICOS NAME!!! once i get some names, ill pick which ones i think would suit the cat, and then have another poll. LINK!!

sorry its a bit rushed in some places but here!! its very confusing so sorry about that too

this was actually a fun concept to work with, so i thank you guys for your very out of the box requests!! feel free to send in more, i love reading them <3

see you in a couple days!! <3 :)

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floatinginwords · 4 years

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Saved by the Devil (3/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: You deal with the aftermath of Eden club and an angry Sabini

Paring: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (not romantic..yet)

A/n: This chapter was very hard and long to write but im glad i got it done to share with you all. I have some cool plans for the next chapter and i promise theres actually gonna be alot of Tommy in the next chapter. so yay.

It wasn’t too long after the fight and gunshot scare when the Eden decide to finally close for the night. Leaving you, Trinity, and the rest of the workers left with a mess to clean. You can see Alastair giving you looks as the men staring from before lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Those men are kiss assess to Sabini. They’ll say anything to get on his goes side.” Trinity whispers as the two of you sweep shards of glass and garbage off the floor.

You can feel their eyes on your back as you worked. You stay silent the rest of night, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. But as you and Trinity clock out for the night, Alastair’s calls out for you. Trinity eyes widen with panic. You straighten your back as you walk toward the man.

“Ill be out here waiting.” Trinity calls out to you.

Alastair arms are folded across his chest, bags under his eyes forming from the long night, and his hair disheveled. You never really had any relationship with Alastair. You knew him who he was, of course. Second to Sabini, runs the club and anything else Sabini didn’t want to deal with. He was loyal to the man, so there was no doubt in your mind that he told Sabini about tonight.

“(y/n), I just wanted to tell you that Sabini is gonna want to see you in three days. The diner at twelve,” He doesn’t make eye contact as he speaks, “I’ve also told Sabini about tonight. Your name came up.”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head to the side, ignoring the feeling of your blood turning cold.

“Some guys said they saw you speaking to Thomas Shelby.”

You open your mouth to speak but Alastair beats you to it. “It doesn’t matter what it was about. Or even if its true. You know I gotta report this shit. Boys saw you and said it looked like you knew each other… I’m just giving you a heads up.”

He walks away with nothing more to add to the conversation.

“Goodnight Alastair.” You say.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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Trinity the good friend that she is waits outside, walking around in circles anxiously waiting for you. When the door open and you walk out, she sighs and her shoulders finally relax.

“Are you okay? What happened in there?” She questions.

You loop your arms through hers and lead her down the sidewalk. You lean towards her ear as soon as your far enough from the club.

“He’s gonna fucking kill me.” You whisper through gritted teeth and tears threatening to fall.

“What, why?” Trinity stops looking at you in confusion and fear.

And you tell her what Alastair just told you and how now you have to meet up with Sabini himself.

“You said it was nothing though.” Trinity says.

You stay silent.

“(y/n), it was nothing, right? You don’t know him.” She asks you.

You continue with your silence. Trinity’s eyebrows raise and her jaw drops.

“Are you serious?”

“It was just,” You struggle to find the right words, “business. That Asylum I was in, he got me out.” You explain.

“Why would he do that?”

You swallow a lump in your throat, “He wanted information on my father…”

A pause in the air. You take a deep breath and stare at your friend. Her eyes huge and full of fear.

“Some men said they saw me and Shelby talking. We looked liked we knew each other. Sabini won’t take that well. And you know he believes his guys over everything.”

“So you lie your ass off.” Trinity declares, her voice trembling as she tries to sound strong.

You nod hearing her words. But deep inside you had a bad feeling. You seem to never escape the dangers of death or some sort of imprisonment. You head goes back Mr. Shelby’s words from earlier.

“Its funny, for someone who longs for freedom you sure have a way of getting yourself trapped all the time.”

You wonder if he says shit like that cause he knows its gonna hurt. You never told the man about your desire for freedom. You knew from that one meeting in that visitors room he was analyzing you as were you to him. Only you got nothing from him and he seemed to get more than he let on.

“I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.” You tell Trinity.

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You walk into an a very lit room with dining tables and chairs all around. It looked like a place you’d have brunch at. A place around this time which looked to be noon, would be crowed. But only one man sat with his back towards you. Sabini was reading the newspaper, flipping the pages harshly. It looked to you like he was only reading the headlines. He glances up noticing another presence near him.

“(Y/N), sit. “He gestures to the seat right next to him. The air is tense around him and as you sit, faking a smile.

He takes a moment to speak. “Do you wanna hear a story?”

“You don’t have to play games with me Sabini. What happened?” You cross you legs as you put a cigarette in your mouth.

“How long have you known Thomas Shelby?”

You light the cigarette and puff out a stream of smoke in the air. “Never heard of him.”

“The man you were talking to last night.”

“I talked to a lot of men last night.” You add.

“The one who caused a commotion in the club.” He grinds his teeth and narrowing his eyes, not liking the game you’re playing.

“I don’t know Sabini, I think he asked me for a drink or something.”

Sabini leans forward in the chair, lightly touching your knee. You hold the urge to cringe and slap his hand away.

“I don’t believe you.” He says and he leans back, grabbing his newspaper pretending to read it again. His eyebrow twitches as he does.

You stay silent, knowing that anything you say would just make matters worse. You hold the cigarette out in front of you no longer wanting to smoke.

“I had someone look through some of Blue Hills Records. Your father put donations every year to place to secure you staying there. The month you get out Thomas fuckin Shelby puts a donation. A fuckin big one. Tell me, did he buy you to be his whore?”

He looks up from the paper again and stares at you intently. He sighs.

“I won’t kill you (Y/N) but you gotta go. Get out of my fucking territory and make sure I don’t see your face again. Cause if I do I wont hesitate.” He says.

You nod. Not trusting your voice to stay even.

He holds up three fingers. “You got three days to disappear.” He waves his hand for you to go. You don’t waste no time in doing so. Letting the cigarette drop on the floor on your way out.

You head back to your apartment and the first thing you do is cry. You absolutely had no place to go. The only friend you had was Trinity and she lived in Sabini’s territory. One conversation landed you jobless and homeless with a death threat hanging over your head by a single thread. You curse yourself from ever talking to him. The conversation not even 3 minutes wasn’t worth all this damage.

The phone rings across your room. You don’t want to talk but know it must be Trinity. You pick it up and sure enough its her, worried as hell. You tell her every detail that happened, letting your anxieties fumble through the phone to your friend.

“I might have a fried who can take you in. She just moved into a house and she’s far from anything of Sabinis.” You hear Trinity say

“Okay, okay great. Can you call her up?” Your shoulders relaxing little by little with this new piece of hope.

“Yes, of course. Ill call her now!”

“Wait, what’s her name?”

“Ada Thorne, beautiful soul. I think you’ll get along lovely with her.”

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pankows-girl · 4 years

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What Happens When Pogues Mack Ch.2

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: mentions of abuse, cursing i think??

A/N: i did some research while writing this chapter but i don’t know how accurate what i wrote is. theres probably some types but im too lazy to correct them. also quick shout out to my lovely friends for their support of this series @outabanks @spilledtee @redridinnghood

[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3]

The following weeks of your pregnancy announcement were kind of tough on you and JJ. Word had got out that you were seen at the shop buying a pregnancy test and soon what seemed like the whole island knew you were pregnant. Everywhere you went, people gave you judgemental looks, especially the kooks. You tried your best to ignore their lingering stares but it was starting to bug you and even though you tried not to let JJ see it, he realized and it made him feel terrible.

He had done his best to make you feel better but he was struggling himself. His dad found out what happened, forcing JJ to come clean to him and then beating him senseless for his stupidity, calling him useless and a waste of space. He tried to fight back but he never even stood a chance. JJ was left bruised and limping for a week as you nursed him back to health in the safety of your home.

As far as you were concerned JJ should just move in with you so he can be close by when the baby comes. You even brought the idea up with your mother and she actually agreed, knowing how bad JJ’s home life was like. You were honestly surprised but didn’t want to question her in case she changed her mind. You gave her a big hug and she smiled at you. She just wanted the best for the two of you.

You planned to talk to JJ about it later on in the day when he came over. Your mother helped you schedule an appointment with an obstetrician and she was going to take you and JJ to it. You were going to take a nap until JJ arrived but a knock on your door distracted you.

“It’s open!” You called from your bed.

The pogues burst into your room a second later, scaring the shit out of you.

“What the fuck?” You yelled, laughing a little with your hand over your heart. You were expecting your mom or your little sister but the sight of your friends made you smile. “What are you guys doing here?”

The four of them came to sit next to you, John B and Kie opting to sit on one of your bean bag chairs as your bed was too small to support the lot of you and lacked space. JJ took a seat next to you, pulling you into his lap and holding you close to his chest as Pope stole the spot you were sitting in before.

“We just wanted to see how you were doing,” John B said. “You haven't been around much and we miss you. JJ has been hogging you for far too long.” Kie nodded in agreement.

“I miss you guys, too,” You smiled, face contorting as JJ began to leave small kisses down your neck.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Pope laughed, shoving JJ back. “You guys are already having a baby, you don’t need to make another one in front of us.”

You all laughed and JJ flipped Pope off, a shit eating grin on his face. “You’re just jealous I’m actually getting some,” He told the Pope who rolled his eyes in response and your face grew hot at his words.

—-

“Are you nervous?” Your mom asked as you, JJ, and her followed the nurse down the hall. It was long and narrow, multiple rooms on each side and the linoleum floor squeaked as your feet shuffled along.

“I’m more excited than nervous, honestly,” You answered. JJ smiled at you, taking your hand. He was excited too. He still couldn’t believe that in just a few short months you and him would be parents.

“In here,” The nurse said, leading you into one of the many rooms. “The OB/GYN will be here in just a moment. Why don’t you get comfortable.” The nurse helped you settle into the recliner chair. The paper cover wrinkled as you climbed on, laying back. JJ and your mother occupied the chairs next to the bed as you all waited patiently.

A moment later there was a knock on the door and you all sat up straight as the doctor entered the room with a kind smile on her face.

“You must be Y/N,” She said reaching her hand out to yours and shaking it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Willson.”

After introducing herself to your mother and JJ, Dr. Willson got to work preparing you for the ultrasound. She rubbed some sort of sterilizers on your stomach to clean it and grabbed some gel.

“This might be a little cold,” She warned before squeezing the tube of gel onto your stomach. You shuddered at the feeling, reaching out for JJ’s hand and grasping it tightly.

Dr. Willson began moving the sonographer over your belly, spreading the gel out evenly. She pointed at the monitor, “This area right here is your baby. Right now it’s about the same as a raspberry.”

Your mouth gaped open in astonishment, unable to believe that your baby was so small and that you actually had a child growing inside of you. JJ’s reaction was the same as yours. He looked shocked but so proud at the same time and it made your heart swell with love for the blond boy. You heard your mother sniffle and looked over at her in surprise.

“What’s wrong?” You said as you saw her start to cry.

She waved you off, “Nothing, nothing. I just can’t believe my little girl is going to be a mother. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, mom.”

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It had been a little over a month since your first appointment with Dr. Willson and your baby bump was starting to show. JJ was obsessed with it, always touching it every chance he got and giving it little kisses. You would stroke his hair as he did so and more often than not your mom would find the two of you asleep in that position.

You also finally asked JJ to move in with you and he said yes. You sort of expected him to fight you on it but you also knew that things were getting worse with his dad back at home so moving in with you was just the escape he needed. He didn’t even bother telling his dad because it's not like he would notice considering all he seemed to care about was his alcohol. JJ vowed to never let your baby grow up like he did and would make sure to always protect your guy’s child.

Today was no different than any other day. You and JJ were cuddling in your bed after a long day, your eyes closed in content as he gently rubbed your belly. Neither of you could wait until you were far along enough to feel the baby kick.

“How’s my little plum?” JJ whispers against your stomach.

“Your what?” You said, peaking your eyes open with a giggle. JJ flashed you a toothy grin, his eyes shining brightly.

“I looked up what size the baby is at 12 weeks. Right now she is the size of a plum.”

“She?” You questioned raising a brow. “What if it's a boy?.”

“It’s definitely a girl,” JJ said smugly. “I have a feeling. Call it a sixth sense or whatever but I’m certain. I bet my whole share of the gold on it.”

“My money is on a boy.”

“We’ll see, pretty girl,” JJ said, leaning up and pecking your lips. “Now let's get some sleep.”

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theholyyuunoaduck · 4 years

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Reasons why i hate mikaela hyakuya

@gurensangel @chaoticgaymess sorry i know you wanted me to repost your post but its easier just starting my own and making my own hashtag so incase anyone else asks me about this i can just look for the hashtag and send them this

Mikaela is honestly one of those characters i desperately and i mean desperatly tried to love i mean his kid self was so so easy to love and want to protect and hell i cried a shit ton for him and his past his problems everything but the reality is mikaela is a toxic person and here im going to be explaining everything as clearly as i can though im sure that everyone has heard most of these arguments i also have some most people wouldnt even consider

Why is mikaela toxic? Well simply said when you have one person and only one then its obviously going to be an underlying mental health issue now you could say other characters are similar to mikaela within that regard like every other vampire but heres the thing we dont get to see much of the other vampires so im more or less apathetic to those vampires and their actions however in accordance to mikaela we have watched his actions since day one and his chemistry with the rest of the cast of owari no seraph what grinds my gears isnt the fact that mikaela acts with violence and distrust towards everyone but the actions that the rest of the cast have taken towards mikaela and his inability to react differently towards those same exact characters aka shinoa squad

Shinoa squad has never once treated mikaela with prejiduce with agendas or anything of ill will since day one the fact that shinoa basically is the cause of death of many of her comrads during the nagoya arc where mikaela attacks the jida troop (and yes it is a troop considering that after reading pannel after pannel theres upwards to 20 soldiers who the majority of which are equiped with standard blades unlike the protagonists you know basically cannon fodder) but my problem is the fact that in that chapter shinoa instigated their betrayal to save mikaela from the rest of the troops shinoa's life was threatned straight after acknowledging that this could be the last she ever layed eyes on yuichiro by letting mikaela escape with him first threatened by a random soldier and then right after rika inoue and by her superior narumi makoto and shinoa the fucking chad she is just took all the punishment because she knows damn well that it is her fault her comrads died because of her distraction to allow mikaela to escape eating away the precious time guren baught his soldiers to run away and escape and how does mikaela respond? He tells yuu to abandon them it doesnt take a genius to say that betrayal especially to the hiragi family is met with death even if mikaela doesnt understand the rules and regulations of human law i doubt vampire law is much different meaning he knows damn well shinoa could lose her life for betraying the army for his sake and not just shinoa but her entire squad

I already know what youll say "but but mikas a vampire he has no emotions" bullshit absolute pure fucking bullshit of an argument considering the fact yoichis mention of the word family/freinds was cause for pause for mikaela and not just mikaela look at ferid look at crowley theyre all so vibrant and brimming with personality and emotion and i am damn well sure no one disagrees this could just be kagami's writing and forgetting about this plotpoint

The fact that despite this mikaela is a manipulative fucker we all know yuu is a dumbass no one can deny this the fact that mikaela is willing to point his sword towards yuichiro and threaten him his so called beloved speaks volumes about mikaelas ego his straight up ego thinking that he's the only one that could be right after all mikaelas the wisest of the bunch right i mean after all everyone of his other decisions was followed through with outstanding results anyone? Anyone? Thats right not once has the squad or especially yuichiro listend to mikaela and do to that fact everyone is alive and kicking examples? (This is also an example of manipulative mika) Mika: Yuu abandon shinoa because if she's as great as you say us sticking around will only cause her trouble you cannot tell me that isnt mikaela trying to twist yuu's feelings for his family to abandon them because had they listened to mikaela shinoa would have been impaled by the chains kureto produced to awaken the seraph of the end

And almost right after that same situation upon mahiru injuring yuu awakening abadon mikaela high tails and runs away carrying yuu and we actually see a pannel of shinoa squad scrambling for saftey straight up abandoning them again and going so far as to yell that he is yuu's only family despite all the other shit

Alright so lets play into the whole mika doesnt have feelings dont you think that having no feelings would make your sense of judgement all the better? And if so with all the evidence and actions of shinoa squad why in Gods blue earth would he basically act like an actual dick towards shinoa who saved his life risked her life for him as if shinoa is the sole reason yuu is in the prediciment of being possessed by yuu?? Isnt that the least bit infuriating??

On next of we shouldnt listen to mikaela in the same arc again mikaela suggests lets leave shinoa squad to face off against crowley AND FERID with this bullshit of "theyre after us theyll just ignore them" i mean are you kidding me? Ferid the man youve been with for 5 years is going to not have the time of his life killing a bunch of teenagers for the simple fact that if yuu is running away and leaving them.they must not be important to him therefore easy pickings for him

Lets not trust guren after all he's just using you he doesnt care the man loves that boy like as if he was his son and you can argue against me with this some time later but alright lets give mika the benifit of the doubt so obviously in mikas infinit wisdom his set course of action is killing him infront of yuichiro??? Really??? In front of him?? Killing his father infront of yuu man that just speaks volumes about how mikaeala only cares about the feeling he gets with yuu rather than carring about yuu as a person

Imo mika cares about how yuu makes him feel rather than who yuichiro is what do i mean by this? Its simple mika doesnt give a damn what makes yuu happy hell mika would cage yuu up if it ment keeping him safe and alive but is that really living? Its cruelty if i adopt a dog feed it and give it water but never play with it and isolate it thats basically animal cruelty

Anyway back to mika trying to kill guren just right there yuu begs mika to stop and grabs his arm pulling him back and what does mika do? What does he do? He lops off yuu's arm the one that was holding mikaela back from attacking what makes this scene even worse is i had so much hope for mikaeala because the last battle they won mikaela said the thoight of losing his.comrads made him dizzy what happened to him not having feelings? I lived loved loved that statement i imagined uncle mika to yuus kids being the best man to yuus wedding begging to be the one to make the wedding cake so so so so so many au's based off those little words and right after removing yuu's limb from him kimizuki and yoichi step up for guren weapons drawn and mikaela threatens them?!?!?! I mean honestly how fucking hypocritical can you be how big is his fucking ego???

Ill end it with this point because i have work in the morning i Still have another 20 bullet points i want to add but im starting to think i have artheritistis in my hand because my fingers hurt so much but anyway my point being mikaelas character contradicts yui's in an unhealthy way while yuu's character trait is to run towards danger to be a hero mikas is to run from danger its basically a tug of war and the thing is the story so far has actually turned out well for the cast running into danger for yuu made the 6th angels trumpet to grow silent destroying all of the four horsemen monsters and letting humanity take a huge step towards rebuilding but had it been mika's way theyd have run right out of that building never to see it again my point is if someone pulls and runs towards something and another character ties a rope to them and runs the other direction that tension will cause nothing but problems instead of running forward with the protagonist in order to keep them safe and actually contribute into the success of the mission

Also like the hashtags say this is only part 1 because as i said i have to sleep and my hand is killing me i should have done this earlier when i had more energy in order to bring along all the sources like the chapter and page where you can find these exact moments along with photos of said arguments/bullet points

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siramay-the-showgun-dragon · 3 years

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Nothing changes

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Just to make things clear... (go on) Last night, I was attacked by someone wearing a mask... (yep) And whoever that was--now they're... I don't know why, but now they're laying dead in front of me... (I can neither confirm nor deny this query)

Makoto: what is that supposed to mean.

Siramay: I can neither confirm nor deny this query sorry you’re on your own.

So after seeing the corpse they began to investigate what could possibly have happened and then they tried to tell who it was and take of her mask and then

*KABOOOOOOM*

Siramay: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LOOK AT HOW THEY MASSACRED MY GIRL WHY MUST YOU BE SO CRULE UNIVERES

...there was a blinding light, and a deafening roar. The body...blew up. It blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up!

Needless to say the survivor gang tried to put out the fire, but the damage was done WAS HER DEATH NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU! YOU GO AND DAMAGE HER BEAUTY TO!? Well even so may she still be an angel at first they all thought it kyoko, but they did bring up the possibility of it being the mastermind.

Makoto: Is it the teenage girl Kyoko told me about? The Ultimate Destrawberry...?

Siramay: you still doing that?

Makoto: you can never be to sure, also its funny

Siramay: true

Then makoto told the others about mukuro ikusaba the ultimate des-…. I’m running out of food… destarfruit.

Byakuya: There's another student here, and it's a female? That *would* match the body's characteristic...

Aoi: And that phrase, the Ultimate Des-

Siramay: NOOOO!!

magic

Aoi: Desblackberry--it sounds super mastermind-y, doesn't it?

Makoto: what did you do this time siramay?

Siramay: now no one can say desboysenberry MAHAHAHAHHA.

IT WAS THE ONLY THING SHE HAD LEFT WHAT DID SHE DO TO DESERVE THIS!? …do I even need to answer that?

yasuhiro: Okay, so...the mastermind is this girl Mukuro? And she's a student here? And she's the Ultimate Desdragonfruit? But if she's been hiding here in the school like some teenage Bigfoot...how'd she wind up burnt to a crisp!?

Well needless to say they went to investigate the body, also toko is ok what makoto saw was a strange key on the ground, then bayakuya kicked makoto out to look for the door the key opens.

Siramay: it opens the data center.

And makoto immediately went to tell them, REALY NO CHECKING!? then when they went they forced makoto to open the door incase it blew up, rude and so he opened it.

Siramay: behold…. THE MASTERMIND LAYER!!

Dramatic pose Epic thunder sounds

Makoto: where that come from?

Siramay: where do you think.

So yeah they saw all the cameras and such the mastermind uses to watch everyone.

So they all think mukuro was the mastermind BASELESS SLANDER and that shes dead, eh I don’t care I got a David bowie stash to find and steal then they wanted to investigate the data lab to find out secrets since they think zetsu was murdered.

Byakuya: Naturally. The state of the corpse makes it plain as day. There is absolutely no doubt the mastermind was murdered.

Siramay: ah not clearly they laid down put their coat on top of them and stabbed themselves in the stomach.

Makoto: really?

Siramay: no!

Well anyway they began to investigate the room like how the monodoor was locked and oh look a tv antenna witch they had yasuhiro use to connect to the tv which showed them and on every channel to how confusing oh and look monokuma was here.

Siramay: HES ALLLIIVVVEEE

They also said he’s acting different, but I don’t get that they seem the same to me, must be the madness of isolation.

Makoto: Oh yeah, that's it. Puhuhu... The look on your faces right now is sublime!

Siramay: it is kinda funny.

Monokuma: That's what I wanted to see--the moment you went from hope to despair.. I can say it myself naegi!

Siramay: OH NO I FORGOT MY MAGIC DOSENT WORK ON THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

Then siramay jumped away in a portal in fear

monokuma: Well, it's almost time to cut off your past so full of hope and begin to DESPAIR at the future ahead of you! I want you to all have way more fun in this killing game!

Then monokuma said other things

This life isn't all bad ya know! I mean, there's stuff you won't like about life no matter where you are!

Siramay pops his head out of a tiny portal.

Siramay: that’s fair

Toko: Are you s-serious? This place is the w-worst...!

Monokuma: If it's the worst, does that mean you're in...despair? Ahh-hahahahaha!

Siramay: man you’re running millage on that word guess it makes sense its all you have left.

I say holding the secret stash of David bowie music I could burn this all right now in their face… no I shouldn’t I could use this later anyway also as a music man the songs are indeed quite good so anyway monokuma talks about how the tvs a clue.

Monokuma: Everything has a meaning, you know... All those hints I gave you, all those tantalizing tidbits about the school's mysteries... Even me luring you here right now... Why would I do any of that without a reason?

Siramay: ah so you admit it!

Monokuma: It was all for my captive audience--to show them true despair like they'd never seen it before!

Siramay: riiiiiggghhtt all right keep your secrets and ignore me not like I care!

Monokuma: I became the director of a despair-based production! This is the ultimate reality show! The best in despair entertainment!

A single tear sheds from siramays eye from being ignored.

Course monokuma went on and on about there evil but then he stopped cause after all if there still alive that means there not the body and if there not the body that means there’s another murder a foot and if there’s another murder a foot that means A TRIAL SHALL SOON COMENCE BUM BUM BUUUUMM

And then...he was gone. Reality was incomprehensible, the truth hopelessly out of reach. All we were left with...was despair. (monokuma: GOT IT! New ringtone!) We stood there for I don't know how long, frozen in place. I couldn't think- AW I COULD HAVE SAID DESPUMPKN GOSH DARNIT! (monokuma: you lose!) (it’s not over till the despair lady sings!). It took everything I had just to keep myself standing upright.

Yasuhiro: I don't understand any of this... What's "deswatermelon entertainment"? (monokuma: don’t start this again!) (to bad!) And...how is he still alive!?

Also byakyua thinks kyoko is dead cause his blatant and disrespectful slander of saying mukuro is the mastermind SLANDER I SAY! Course makoto refuses to believe it WITCH IS FAIR AS ITS AS FALSE AS ZETSUS HAIR COLOR and so the investigation begun, and so makoto went back to the garden, he saw fragments a knife, also makoto got all worried about murdering them awe no baby boi you didn’t do that then they checked the chickens.

Siramay: THERES NOT FIVE ANYMORE

I count four chickens.

Siramay: HINA YOU ATE A CHIKEN AND DIDN’T SHARE

Makoto: really?

Siramay: no

Then he recalled how the body looked before the boom, then they talked about the body was found, and byakua was suspicious about makoto thinking he’s the killer witch is not true at all, though I will admit it’s a fair point BUT MAKOTO IS AN ANGEL HE’D NEVER KILL and then makoto looked closer at the body..neeeeeerrr

Siramay: sad dragon noises

Makoto: … yes?

Siramay: look at those fake nails shed never where them she was forced to she couldn’t even have the honor of dyeing as herself what sick twisted monster would do that to a girl sob.

Makoto also noticed the wolf tattoo.

Siramay: yee I say she liked wolfys makoto but uh it had a more bisunessy reason but can’t say but shes a good girl she deserved head pats and love I hope she gets all the love in heaven, because she never got it here sob.

The upper half of the body got set on fire in the explosion, so it's totally blackened... Also, the top half of the body is wet.

SOB

Siramay just kinda stayed looking at the body in sadness.

Makoto also saw a tarp in the toolshed, then makoto wanted to investigate kyokos room, but first he realized the thing about the bomb but then they were allowed to go to kyokos room saw a woodblock key, then after talking to byakuya he recalled kyokos last will and testament sadly instead of giving makoto money or at least a boot to the head all it said was “under the sheets” in which makoto found a note about mukuro.

Siramay: aaayyy that’s my giiirrllll.

“Name: Mukuro Ikusaba

Sex: Female

The Ultimate Soldier (so coooool)

Although small for her age, she was a military specialist trained in every weapon type imaginable. (she could crush your skull with her thighs!) She showed an interest in the military from childhood and soon found herself completely absorbed in it. In elementary school, she won a survival game tournament and began writing for military magazines. (soooo cooool oh I already said that…well its true)

Just before entering middle school, while she and her family were on vacation in Europe (Ireland specifically shes half Irish don’t ya know makoto)...she disappeared. The story of a young Japanese girl being kidnapped quickly took over Japanese media outlets (her grandfather died! But he had it coming). An intense international investigation turned up no information, and she was never found. (she must be smart to stay hidden or at least I think so clever girl but never appreciated)

However, she reappeared in Japan three years later (could have sworn it was 4), alone and completely unannounced. She revealed that she had joined a mercenary group known as Fenrir for those three years. She insisted that she hadn't been kidnapped, that she'd received battle training of her own volition. However, she never revealed why she decided to return home when she did.” (…its complicated you know hard to explain with parents dying and your father figure telling you not to give up on family and siblings who may or may not have turned super evil while you where gone….. I don’t wanna talk about it)

Then byakua said how he recognized Fenrir

Siramay: oh yeah I know about it to!

Makoto: can you say anything about it.

Siramay: awe yeah its multiverseal! I’ve heard in many words I traveled to of the infamies Lycan family and there gang of fighters who follow the wolf loving war and all that heard about them all the way back in the 1800s with the great vvulf from the DD dimension though maybe they are older then even that and of course I can’t forget that cunning Worriz and the twisted gang in the 1980-2000s nearly killed a good friend of mine that guy did, though in your time in this world it was run by a Mr. Wayne Lycan he was cool a bit on the scrawny side though that’s why he worked twice as hard to prove the worth to his father that he could leady the business named ATM to Fenrir how fancy oh he was like the father mukuro never had and always wanted though I do have to question how sensible the man was to just allow a 10-11 year old into a mercenary gang but he did care about her he cared about her greatly he was so proud to see her fight and be victorious in battlefield… he must be just as sad as I about her death and what that cruel excuse for a sister did to her he said it himself he said “if anything happens to mukuro I’ll kill everyone on the battlefield then myself” so if he wasn’t already dead I assure he’s dead now

Makoto: how do you know all this

Siramay: I know everything makoto and also nothing at all.

And then monokuma showed up and was all mad about rule breaking and making a fuss about it.

Monokuma: Of course I am! A proper school life is built on the dedication to organization and order! Which is why even I, as the school headmaster, have to follow the regulations myself!

Byakuya: Oh? So you're saying you have to follow your own rules, as well?

Monokuma: Absolutely! I can't have you complaining about how unfair it all is, now can I?

Siramay: riiiigggghhhttt

Makoto: ?

Siramay: I’m just saying makoto there are two types of villains, villains who will literally kill themselves when their world order is broken and villains who will fuss about it but when the time comes will break the rules as easily as they made them, now just look at monokuma and everything he’s done and ask yourself which type he looks like

Then monokuma admitted how there where 16 students and he is one of them then he also revealed kyokos secret about her KFH (kyoko fried hands)

Monokuma: You know how she wears those stupid gloves day in, day out, all the time? Well, don't tell anyone I told you, but... She wears them to cover a bunch of hideous scars that she doesn't want anyone to see!

Makoto: ...What?

Monokuma: Puhuhu. Okay, NOW that's all you get! Ahh-hahahahaha!

And then they left

Siramay: how rude talking about kyokos hand scars I bet you wouldn’t like it if I talked about your back scars.

Makoto: they have scars?

Siramay: yeah but it aint like kyokos that come from burning hers come from FLAELLATION!!

Siramay pulls out said tool above you know classic family abuse I would talk about it, but I feel its cliche, so I don’t wanna be rude.

Makoto: they used that!?

Siramay: oh no her parents used more a basic stuff like riding crops and their fist though he did have big fist like bigger than a mug I think, there was this one tool, but I can’t recall the name OH WAIT!

THE SJAMBOK! these things hurt like death…. but as I was saying oh yeah that old whip was more used by good old grandpa damian, he was the old Irish one I was talking about he was a flagellant and a sado-masochist, so he was delusional but still she was just 10.

Makoto: TEN- makoto covered his mouth as not to react deeply.

Siramay: at least he never got to use the metal ones like this thing!

makoto almost fainted at the thought of what siramay brought up but siramay with a portal grew another hand to catch makoto.

eh its ok makoto whats a little mental damage between friends eh? After all scars may be forever (unless you get scar removal surgery witch they possibly did) but psychological damage will last even longer

anyway with monokumas info makoto realized the corpse can’t be kyoko, cause clearly me constantly calling the course mukuro was totally not valid proof…. Then again mukuro does mean corpse in Japanese maybe makoto just though I was being weird again, but no he would know her name yes! eh I digress anyway byakuya talked about mukuro and kyoko honestly it was pretty confusing.

Byakuya: We thought Mukuro, the Ultimate Despair, was the mastermind's true identity.

Makoto: don’t say that word!

Byakuya: why?

Monokuma getting aroused in the background.

Byakuya: But if that's true, Monokuma's behavior makes no sense. Why would the mastermind go out of their way to reveal themselves to us?

Makoto: That's a good point...

Well anyway they went to investigate the dojo to look at the locker and there where arrows and tape then they went to the archive to learn more about mukuro.

Yaaahhh more mukuro lore

Byakuya: "Fenrir is an elite fighting unit base out of the Middle East (it’s always the middle east why can’t they spice it up by fighting somewhere like Canada) (makoto: Canada really?) (I couldn’t think of anything but man that’s far from Europe don’t yah think. I think they were on draft world tour you know how it is). Unlike military contractors, they are a fierce group of soldiers who engage in direct combat. (fierce wolfy woos) They claim that a single member is equivalent to an entire company of regular soldiers. Just like Fenrir, the Wolf of Ragnarok, their mere presence is enough to strike fear into any enemy. They have been involved in countless military battles and operations, most of which are highly classified. (ou like the great battle of the heart of darkness a literal Eldredge abomination… wait that wasn’t them they were just commissioned by the cultist who found it oh, but they were defeated by the team who did defeat it I can still remember how they sliced vvulf in half)

"However, some time ago, they completely ceased all activity. At present, their continued existence cannot be confirmed. There are unconfirmed reports that the key members of the group were all neutralized. Rumors indicate they were killed to keep them from revealing the many state secrets they'd acquired. Some, however, believe there was mounting internal tension within the group, and they simply imploded." (WAYNE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) ……(PLEASE DON’T BE WHAT I THINK HAPPENED) (makoto: what do you-) (IM NOT SAYING!! As long as I don’t think it happened it didn’t happen, no no… oh no I can see nonononononoon! MAKOTO DISTRACT ME)

Makoto: ...

Siramay: at least Wayne and mukuro can reunite in heaven…

Byakuya: ...What is it?

Makoto: This all just sounds like some kind of...alternate reality.

Byakuya: Well, it isn't. This is *our* reality, the *only* reality (that’s not exactly true!). These people are part of our world. Their battlefields aren't much different from our lives here. An unpredictable, unimaginable world...

Also makoto realized the Fenrir people getting tattoos and that mukuro had a wolf tattoo and then it was time for the class trial, so as makoto went to the red doors siramay…started to beat box.

Siramay: bum bum bum bum bum bum bum a body’s been discovered a person has been murdered one of your fellow students is dead there’s a giant pool of blood and your names dragged through the mud gotta prove who is messed up in the head.

Well despair starts coming and it don’t stop coming don’t break the rules or you better get running dosent make sense why you’re trapped in here not what you expected from a new school year.

you’ve called it quits you’ve had enough so whats wrong with picking the knife up you’ll never leave if you don’t kill you’re gonna die if you just chill.

hey now! you’re the blackened! time for trial how sad!

Hey now! look what happened you got found out to bad.

And not its punishment tiiimmmee killers have to pay for their criimme.

Eh? Eh?

Makoto: …that was actually pretty good.

Siramay: YEAAHHH

Well when makoto got in the elevator everyone assumed him and byakuya where being gay (NO THEY WENRT) yes they were makoto, and so they where waiting for the elevator to go down… but go down it did not, it was a little over ten minutes, then monokuma showed up to explain the predicament, and then, like a hero in the climax of the movie, like a great explosion in a mine KYOKO WAS HERE ALLLIIIIVVVVEEEE even if yasuhiro thought she was a ghost so the others went to the elevator but makoto had a heart to heart with kyoko first, where makoto ask what kyoko was doing and she says how she was on the second floor dorms revealing that the key she had was a master key that could open any door in the school but they didn’t have much time to go further as they had to go to the trial, then kyoko sounded suspect but that ok cause it was trial time

Being the last one left, I stepped into the elevator. And the doors slid shut... This time, the clunking was loud enough to hurt my ears, and the dread began to consume me once again... I can't imagine ever getting used to the mental pressure that comes with preparing for an execution. In that dusky darkness, nobody said a word. We just stood there, silent, and still. After an immeasurable period of time, the doors opened without warning... A dazzling light penetrated every depth of my eyes. But it wasn't the illuminating light of hope... It was the blinding light of descarrot.

Makoto: OH SNAP NO IT WAS THE BLINDING LIGHT OF A FASHION DISASTER OH KODAKA! WHO DID YOUR HOME DECORATING? MY WORD IVE SEEN ANIMACROSSING HOUSES BY PEOPLE WITH BLINDFOLDS ON THAT LOOK BETTER THEN THIS

Siramay: I’ve heard of eyestrain but my word.

Monokuma: …rude Ahh, I've been waiting for this! I feel like it's been forever since we got together like this... The time for pointless jokes and jabs has passed. Let's get on with the show!

And so, the curtain opened for the fifth time... A deadly judgment... A deadly deception... A deadly betrayal. A deadly riddle, a deadly defense, and deadly faith... A deadly...class trial...!

SOOO COOOLL so the trial started.

Started with hagakure saying kyoko was dead and the one on podium was a GHOOOOOSSSTTT hahahahahahah thankfully makoto proved that argument wrong as they now needed to identify the real body victim …not thinking about it I guess that’s why he needed other not me proof to prover her identity he can’t just say “its mukuro cause the magic dragon only I can see told me so” hahahah they think he’s crazy so they talk about her tattoo.

Toko: Her master m-must have made her get it...to be like, "You're my *censored* ."

Crying cause shes not entirely wrong in a sense

But yeah so they all realized the corpse is mukuro.

Monokuma: Ah-ha-ha-ha! You sound surprised! But you're absolutely right! Yes, indeed! The trial this time is to solve the murder of Mukuro Ikusaba!

Siramay: SHE WAS TOO GOOD FOR THIS WOOOORRLLLDDD

Anyway

Aoi: But I mean...being the Ultimate Des-

Makoto: HINA NO!

Aoi: uh des…lettuce seems like a pretty mastermind-y title to me... sorry we’ve been out of fruits we have to go with vegetables now.

Monokuma: I don’t like this idea that’s spreading…

Byakuya: : Maybe we shouldn't have been thinking of her as the Ultimate Despair (makoto: EGGPLANT) in the first place.

Monokuma: I heard it~

Needless to say as they were talking about masterminds and all that and how mukuro wasn’t the big bad monokuma wanted to avoid the subject and move on to the fact the only 2 subjects that could have killed mukuro are kyoko and makoto, despite neither doing it but I digress so makoto had to clear his name so he explained cause the body’s dry (besides the water outage) that it had to have happened during 7:30-9 course that leaves kyoko without an alibi but kyoko wants to live to solve the school mystery says it’s a trap by monokuma (witch it is) but byakuya does state she had a motive

Byakuya: She thought Mukuro was the Ultimate Des-(makoto: GOARD). In other words, the mastermind behind everything... So she killed her to try and put a stop to all this. Isn't that right, Kyoko? But you made one catastrophic mistake--Mukuro wasn't the mastermind at all.

So in this scenario kyoko opts to bunk makotos alibi unintentionally pining blame on him

And thus began the game OF BLACNKED TENIS where makoto and kyoko kept throwing the title of blackened back to one another stating why they went the killer framing the other in the process crazy right?

Like saying the blood on the body was actually chicken blood to make it look wet when it could have been dry

Makoto: wait why did they have to stab a chicken for the blood couldn’t they just stab the body?

Siramay: blood coagulates sometime after the body dies though.

Makoto: well how long?

Siramay: uhhh I donno, OH like at least 10 hours or so

Makoto: that would have been plenty of time!

Siramay: … cringing cause he knows mukuro was dead for over a month so her blood would be long past coagulated but unable to tell makoto cause if he revealed that he would be spoiled for knowing something is suspicious about the trial right.

So they continued with this argument and then kyoko brings up the ultimatum that they couldn’t have had the dojo key cause the dojo key was in their room and they couldn’t get in their room cause byakua took their key, but makoto knew otherwise since she had the master key and so makoto was left with a huge choice call kyoko out or keep it to himself.

Makoto: siramay what should I do

Siramay: well I can’t say due to the universe but what I can tell you is to follow your heart for you are an angel and your word will always be divine even if not at first glance.

Makoto: what does that mean.

Siramay: you’ll soon find out.

...I've made my decision. I have to believe in Kyoko. There's no way she would kill someone! There has to be some secret here, something that has to do with the mastermind's trap that Kyoko mentioned.

But sadly by holding that info the suspicion crashed down finally on him and stayed there despite makotos please that something is wrong but monokuma wouldn’t have it and ended the trial.

Monokuma: Now, who will be chosen as the blackened? Will you make the right choice, or the dreadfully wrong one?

Makoto: Hey, hold on! siramay! Is this supposed to happen?

Siramay: …

Siramay just sat in silence looking at makoto.

Monokuma: What's it gonna be? What's it gonna beeee!?

And so makoto was deemed guilty.

Makoto: What...? You think *I'm* the killer...?

Yasuhiro: Sorry, man...

Aoi: Yeah, s-sorry...

Toko: It's all your f-fault...!

Byakuya: ...

Makoto: Everyone...you're wrong...! You've got it all wrong! I didn't do it!

Monokuma: Good job, everyone!

Makoto: G-Good job...?

Monokuma: Yeah. They got it right!

Makoto: N-No, I know that's not true... None of this makes any sense... This whole trial doesn't make any sense!

Monokuma: It makes perfect seeeeEEEENNNSSSSSEEE!!! It's the same as always! It's just like all the other class trials! And I'm gonna end it the same way! It's time for your heart pounding, positively thrilling punishment!

Makoto: W-Wait! Why do I--!? siramay!

But siramay just looked at him and started to sing.

[SIRAMAY] Poor, poor Makoto, what'cha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do? Poor, poor Makoto, what'cha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?

Makoto: ... Kyoko--!

Kyoko: I don't expect you to forgive me. I know this is all my fault...

Makoto: Kyoko...?

Monokuma: Let's give it everything we've got! It's...PUNISHMENT TIIIME!

And so he was dragged off to his execution and I could hear him beg.

SIRAMAY! SIRAMAY PLEASE HELP ME SIRAMY? SIRAMAY!!

…

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[SIRAMAY] Why the struggle, why the strain? Why make trouble, why make scenes? Why go against the grain, why swim upstream? It ain't, it ain't, it ain't no use You're bound, you're bound, you're bound to lose What's done, what's done, what's done is done That's the way the river runs

So why get wet? Why break a sweat? Why waste your precious breath? Why beat your handsome brow?

Nothing changes.

Nothing changes, nothing changes Anyhow…

And at the final moment when it seemed all hope was lost for makoto alter ego showed up and opened the trash shoot saving makoto just as expected thank goodness its still sad to see though did have to scream it truly scared me to death I’m glad he’s safe though.

[SIRAMAY] Oh now survivors, how low can you stoop? You make a sordid group, hey, how low can you stoop? Poor, poor makoto, sent off to his grave Situation's stay, hey, sent off to his grave.

And so siramay jumped down after him.

#danganronpa #the tale of depravity #siramay #makoto naegi #monokuma #mukuro ikusaba

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Hey! I'm the anon who sent in the ask on Friday or Saturday about losing AEV and going on a whole ordeal trying to find it again. I'm also the one who told you the name of Grind by abnegative. I didnt think that I'd be sending this many asks in but then I read chapter 11 of Aev and I had so many things I wanted to comment about. So here we go, this is gonna be a long one.

1. Let me know what you think of Grind when you finally get around to reading it. I love it a lot and I'm constantly re-reading it.

2. Mr. Jeon and Mingyu are so awkward together. It's so cuuuute!!! I wonder what's gonna happen to get them past that barrier. I dont want any spoilers but it's fun to imagine all the different scenarios that could happen.

3. I wonder what mingyus reaction would be if he found out that Wonwoo prepared himself in the shower and with the clothes he picked out hoping that ~things~ would happen. I like to think that he'd be sooo turned on at that tidbit of information. Also seeing wonwoo in casual clothes AND without the scent blockers! Mingyu is definitely wrecked. I'd love to see his pov for this scene.

4. Mr. Jeon telling Mingyu to call him wonwoo!!!! Yes please!!!! I've been waiting for that moment to happen! I thought it would happen the 1st time they had sex but this is better! They've finally crossed a line that was definitely there. Before it was obvious that they definitely were not just teacher and student but this has solidified that.

5. The way wonwoo smashes their lips together at the very end of the chapter! Yes!!!! I would loooove more of Wonwoo initiating things!!!! It does things to my heart ♡♡♡♡

6. I love how they're scenting each other and at 1st I was like that's fine cuz they dont go back to school for a few days but then I remembered that mingyus sister is in wonwoos class and could possibly recognize the smell. Theres definitely a chance of things going wrong there.

7. Also sims anon was so accurate! I love it. And sims anon updated their twitter!

8. The more I think about it the more I want to see a spinoff entirely in mingyus pov! That would be amazing.

9. I started drawing fanart of chapter 11... I don't know if I'll get around to finishing it. I hope I do, so you can see it. Right now the proportions between the boys and the car is all wrong

10. OMG I CANT BELIEVE I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS. The day after I 1st started reading aev I had a dream about it. Except wonwoo was a professor and mingyu was a college freshman. Wonwoo ended up going to an outside restaurant bar after school to get a drink. He thought he wouldnt see any of his students because none of them were of legal drinking age yet, but Mingyu showed up. Wonwoo sighed in disappointment that he wasnt able to get alone time but Mingyu turned to him and said "dont worry, I'm not here to bother you." Then he turned to the bartender and just said "the regular please." Wonwoo watched as Mingyu began pulling notebooks and textbooks out of his bag, along with a few worksheets. The bartender returned with a glass of ice water and Mingyu said "Thank you" with a smile to him. Minuets passed and Mingyu was working on homework while Wonwoo stole a few glances at him every now and then. After a while Wonwoo noticed that Mingyu was struggling with something, so he moved over to sit directly next to Mingyu and said "What are you stuck on?" Mingyu explained what he wasnt getting and Wonwoo was able to help him out. Eventually they both had to leave, Mingyu left 1st and then Wonwoo a little while later. But the following day, they found each other in the same position. This continued for weeks. The two of them would meet after school at the outdoor restaurant bar and wonwoo would help mingyu with his homework. Eventually the conversations would shift and become more personal. They got to know each other outside of a teacher student relationship. One day, Mingyu didnt have any homework, but he still showed up. Wonwoo bought him an alcoholic drink (the bartender let it slide becuase 1, he knew mingyu and 2, it's illegal for people underage to buy alcohol but it's not illegal for them to drink it). The two ended up having a bit too much, they let their gaurds down and one thing led to another. They ended getting a taxi back to wonwoos house.

And then I woke up... but it was very heavily implied that once they got to wonwoos house, they learned the intricate details of each others bodies.

Anyways... that's a lot... sorry. I guess if I'm gonna keep submitting things I might as well have a sign off sooo

Sincerely, 🦊anon (fox anon) (she/they)

Hi and welcome back, fox anon!

1: Yes, I will let you know if I get around to reading Grind. I had someone recommend it to me again yesterday through twitter DMs! It must be very good, but I haven’t been in much of a mood to read or write lately. But I hope other folks will check it out if they have the time and are looking for something to read.

3: “I wonder what mingyus reaction would be if he found out that Wonwoo prepared himself in the shower and with the clothes he picked out hoping that ~things~ would happen” reminded me that I FORGOT TO POST THE BONUS FOR THIS CHAPTER! Ahh thank you. It’s a small crumb that I decided to remove from the final version; I’ll get it up shortly (´ ∀ ` *). But yes, haha, Mingyu would be extremely turned on at the thought of Wonwoo preparing and pampering himself for their carpark date.

6: Yes, Wonwoo’s pheromones will be on Mingyu after all that scenting and sexy times (it probably drives Mingyu crazy, being able to smell Wonwoo’s slick on him). However, no one actually knows what Wonwoo smells like! So they won’t be able to associate the omega pheromones on Mingyu with Wonwoo.

7: Yes, simsminwon is spoiling me with AEV content omg my eyes have been blessed... IT FITS AEV TO A T (╥ω╥) (╥ω╥) (╥ω╥)

8: It would be pretty fun(ny) to see the contrast between Mingyu and Wonwoo’s point of view! The moment when he realises that he has a big fucking crush on Mr. Jeon would be so cute ;-; Like, he’s probably thinking about Mr. Jeon all the time, even when he’s with Momo! I’ve tried writing some major events in Mingyu’s POV, but I haven’t really done that lately; I haven’t been doing much reading or writing in general lately, haha.

9: GASP (♡°▽°♡) FANART?! I’m also really hoping you’ll finish it, fox anon >.<!!! I would love to see it.

10: I LOVE THIS! Lmao! What is Mingyu doing, working on assignments at a bar?! Dude, I wish I could have some minwon dreams. A pity you woke up before they banged (; ω ; )ヾ(´∀`* )

See you around!

#asks

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denkilightning · 4 years

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Got 👀any 👀👀 fic recs 👀👀👀

oh 👀 boy 👀 do 👀 i 👀

in italics+bold are ongoing, and just bolded are done!

and make sure to read the tags of all these fics so you can skip them if there's anything that triggers you!!

Write It Down For Me, Would You? by Nuclear_Equipped_Walking_Battle_Tank - gen, angst (hurt/no comfort), 1.2k. as I said already said - denki snapping, that's all. characterization is just 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻. petty king has arisen.

Them's the Rules by DumbassAquarius - gen, fluff/crack, 0,4k. bakusquad rules! short, cute, always puts a smile on my face.

The Broken Blonde Boy Reading Hemingway on Aizawa's Couch by DumbassAquarius - m/m & gen, heavy angst, 24k. OH BOY DOES THIS ONE HURT. its a traitor kami fic!! but a very good one and surprisingly it v similar to clg! so if you clg and good fics go read this one >:)c every single chapter is a punch in the gut.

Aspecs of Class 1-A by jadedragonfly - gen, fluff/angst, overall 8k. this one is a series of three shots!! aro! denki and katsuki rights!!!! how awesome is that??? my king denki doesn't get allos and neither do I.

Reminders of the Past by BoneChewer - m/m, angst (hurt/comfort), 1,3k. shinkami!! with scars!!!! focuses on shin’s scar from the muzzle (I think at this point its appropriate to call it ‘the’ muzzle since its so broadly accepted hc which I love)

Protector by Kawayls - m/m, fluff/angst (hurt/comfort), 8,6k. one word: HUSBANDS!!!!!!!! husbands, husbands, husbands, and I can't stress it enough: husbands. and protective bamf denki!!! boy be ready for murder there!! + subtle bakukami which is just <333 also for some reason I associate the number 9 with this fic?? don't ask why. also @kawayls on tumblr so!! you can go follow

Thus With You, I Smile by Kawayls - m/m, fluff/angst(hurt/comfort), overall 35k. another series!! rights now theres 6 shots!. this shinkami is so so good just go read it. they love each other so much there, but still fuck up a lot!! which is nice because they make mistakes

The Dark Side of the Sun by Spacepeeps - gen, angst (hurt/comfort), 25k. i already screamed about this one. if you like clg au go read this one. its so good!!!!!!!!!! ksdjahkjhjkdhkdj. literally one of my favorite fanfiction out there is general. bamf denki!!

Alcibiades by demon_dream - gen, 1,4k. denki-centric!! this one is so eccentric. i have no idea how to describe it otherwise. denkis a narcissitic personification of a knife who likes being nice and im here for it!!!! uses crossdressing as a tag which is iffy but otherwise just,, perfect. the feeling of being inside denki’s head is just,, goals.

Unwind by citiesAlight - gen, fluff, 1,5k. bakusquad found family fluff!!!!!!!!! whats better than that. also this one i dedicate to this one anon whos asked about bakusquad centric fics thats been sitting in my inbox for a whole ass while >.< sorry babz

Polish Me Up by deviance - gen, fluff, 2,1k. another one!!! cuddling piles.

Tall Glass of Tired by IiIia - m/m, fluff, 2,5k. size difference :eyes: that’s it that’s the fic

Makeover by PoorUnfortunateSoul - gen, fluff, 0,8k. eri and shin sibling fluff!!

Worth It by Puff_the_Mini_Dragon - m/m, fluff/crack, 0,8k. denki puches an asshole!!! >:Dc and toshi’s gay

everything is a performance by mazabm - gen, 8,3k. hawks, tokoyami and shinsou internship!! its actually where i got the idea for clg that keigo goes missing for a while.

Thus With a Kiss, I die by DomineeringScarves - m/m, fluff/angst, 97k. a really really nice shinkami fic. basically a romeo/juliet reimaginary. also hitoshi’s mama??? *inhale* so good just. oh my goodness. denki’s dad *snaps fingers* also very good though a big ass asshole but hes so entertaining.

I Defy You, Stars by DomineeringScarves - m/m, fluff/angst, 73k. sequel!!! currently on hiatus. (spoiler) when this work introduced the topic of mental hospitals I was slightly concerned it would portray these in a very stigmatized manner but thank fuck it didn't! and treated the topic with delicacy and seriousness it needs. the portrayal may come off slightly ignorant at first, but then we learn that this is actually just due to denki’s traumatic experience around it especially since he was very young first time around.

Do Not Feed the Hawks by DomineeringScarves - gen, fluff/angst (hurt/comfort), 2,7k. CHARGEHAWKS!!! NOT MADE BY ME1!!!!!! :DDD

Sharp as a knife, soft as silk by a_cartoon_lover_and_otaku - gen, fluff/slight angst, 1k. kami with manipulative tendencies <33 good mix of ‘kaminari is a little shit’ and ‘kaminari is a good friend’

hole by soldez - gen, 5,8k. brotp bakukami god tier fic. theyre in a hole together, its fun. plus trans bakugou and kaminari (and jirou) rights!!!

my diagnosis (is that no one has been treating you well) by honeyandsunshine - gen, fluff/angst (hurt/comfort), 6,3k. MEDIC KAMINARI AU!!!!!!!!! class a found family... got tier content.

Picture Perfect by Anonymous - m/m, fluff/angst (hurt/comfort), 4k. plushy shinsou rights!!!!! biggest inspo for this concept. size difference <33

gray eyes and lightning storms by jadedragonfly - gen, 0,5k. denki-centric character study. its so poetic and has such good vibes.

these are the ones i heavily recommend! i have few more but these are like, must-reads.

#fic recs #*ask #anon

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bepoets · 4 years

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Review for Trish’s Dream Fic

Trish ( @couragedontdesertme ) said she’d write an epilogue of the elsarik dream Fic if I made a Formal Review of the elsarik dream fic. So here we are.

Please note review should be taken VERY LIGHTLY this is more or less me re-reading the Fic and loudly yelling about things with too many exclamation points. Enjoy Trish.

Ch1

First of all imagine my fucking surprise I didn’t even know you had gotten work done on the dream fic???? Here I was thinking the link you sent me was the next chapter of city of ice and then I click on it and it saYS DREAM FIC???? E X C U S E M E oh my goodness

The first section is just so entirely domestic and beautiful and you can tell how lived in and content they are in their life as roommates. ALARIK (listen my phone autocorrects ALARIK to be in all caps and I’m too lazy to fix it so y’all are gonna have to deal with reading ALARIK’s name as if I’m yelling it every time I type it) anyway ALARIK just bringing her the chocolate croissants she loves so dearly and Elsa curling up with a book and him fretting and worrying over her being there alone all day and later... it’s just SO DOMESTIC. it’s such a small short moment but it’s so domestic and a perfect opposite of the PAIN THAT HAPPENS AFTER!!! And we al know I LOVE READING PAIN

The fact that ALARIK was only home late because he was doing tutoring to earn more money to by Elsa A PRESENT????? Shut up no one speak to me that’s true love but also PAINFUL the guilt he must feel oh my god

Elsa...stops struggling... because she doesn’t want ,,,, ALARIK ,,,, to get hurt. Because she cares for his safety more than her own because he has protected her and he is her friend and she loves him I am going to SCREAM

The fact that you use the phrase ~marching her out of the warmth of the room~ when she just used her magic to like cover the walls in frost makes my Heart burst cause idk if it was intentional or not but I just love the thought that this room has become Home to her it’s become safe and beautiful and lovely and WARM because it is full of love and friendship and companionship rather than the cold loneliness of say her ice palace of her locked room as a child. I like to think Elsa could have covered the room entirely in ice and snow and frost and it would still feel warm to her because of the love that’s developed there thank you for coming to my tedtalk

Ugh fuck hans

I have literally no words other than fuck hans for any section with hans in it I DONT even want to RECOGNIZE THAT HE EXISTS !!! Making Elsa feel like she’s nothing I am going to punch him in the eye

~ALARIK weeps over smushed chocolate croissant. End scene~

I know that it’s such a heartbreaking sad ending for that first chapter but also I really can’t stop laughing about him crying over a stepped on croissant since I know that your like planning note for that last scene was literally just some variant of ALARIK cried over a smushed croissant and that’s just such a funny IMAGE TO ME EVEN THOUGH ITS SAD

I just like to imagine ALARIK cradling the chocolate croissant in his arms like a bébé as he sobs

Ch2

I’m fucking S A D

ALARIK having like NO MONEY and just thinking about that the money he has was going to go to a gift for Elsa and the guard LAUGHING AT HIM LIKE THATS IT THATS ALL YOU HAVE?? Like shut UP HES TRYING TO SAVE HIS BELOVED

P e t t y c h a n g e HE IS TRYING MR GUARD I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW HE WORKED EXTRA TO GET THAT MONEY

ALARIK is so fucking DEVOTED I’m going to run through a goddamn wall I cannot cope. Willing to sell the clothes off his back have you ever seen an idiot more iN LOVE

ALARIK just going willingly cause he has no fight left in him and he just wants to see Elsa even if it means he gets imprisoned too oh my GOD

THE SCENE ITS THE SCENE!!!!!!!!!

STRAIGHT FROM TRISH’S SUBCONSCIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT STARTED IT ALL!!!!!!!!!!

ALARIK wanting to hold her hands when her hands are what are chained up and seen as dangerous and what ~make her a witch~ the absolute love and power that holds.

LET ALARIK AND ELSA HOLD HANDS

“I promised to keep you safe” the pain I feel oh mY GOD

“They’ll KILL you” they’re really out here trying to protect each other at all costs oh my god nothing matters more to the other than keeping the other safe and for that I want to cry and love them and also I want to ram their heads into the wall because wHY WONT THEY JUST PROTECT ESCH OTHER TOGETHER

The PARALLEL OH MY FUCKING GOD

the P A R A L L E L of ALARIK stilling and no longer struggling when the guards threaten Elsa’s death in the same way that Elsa stilled and stopped struggling when they threatened ALARIK’s death oh my god that broke me right there

U g h hans fuck that guy

A N N A !!!!!!!!

When I first read this,,, I DONT know why??? But for some reason??? I didn’t think Anna would be in it???? Which like thinking back on that it makes no sense of COURSE Anna would be in the FIC why would I ever think otherwise. But anyway I was so surprised when she showed up I literally gasped and went ANNA??? Out loud because I was so shocked

ALFAFA GERANIUM

ALARIK really is just so bad under pressure who thought this was a good idea

AG FOR SHORT wink wink nudge nudge cough cough

I’ll be thinking about ALARIK shouting alfafa geranium on my death bed let us never forget

“No harm, no foul” is literally the most fucking Anna line I’ve ever heard. She absolutely would say that to someone who was being question for a crime she’d be like “it’s not biggy”

Why is it that when hans says “BUT ANNA!!!” I hear it like he’s wining like a petulant child I read it like “bUT annNNAAAAA” ugh I hate him

“Don’t scream” *ALARIK’s inner monologue* “this ,, is the story of how I died”

ILL HELP YOU HELP HER ESCAPE!!!!! HELL YEA YOU WILL ANNA HELL YEA YOU WILL

Ch3

My dumbass really went “why are none of the children named neta” before remembering that is the child of Anna and Kristoff and these...are the children of Anna ,,, and .... ugh please don’t make me say his name

I would die for these kids though I love them and I want to protect them at all costs

Johannes at 5 (and a half!!!!) being a fine soldier GOOD FOR HIM

Isak owns my entire heart from the moment he started fake crying for his mother what a star performer a true Actor he’s too good

Arendellian Royal Guards, are they guards? Or are they simply baby sitters? The world may never know

JOAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of the babies being named JOAN!!! Hang in there Joan!!!!!!!!! That made me cry oh my god J O A N

Bébé Isak lookout supreme with his big eyeballs and smile and goofy lil salute I love him

The fact that Elsa says she felt stupid for being lured into a false sense of security means she felt secure and safe for literally the first time since she was a child when she was with ALARIK and I cannot properly articulate how much that made me cry I love that so much that has to mean sO MUCH TO HER oh my god

“You have to get out!! Do the magic!!” NO ONE SPEAK TO ME ABOUT ANYTHING EXCEPT THIS LINE FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL MONTHS I LITERALLY WEPT

the use of DO THE MAGIC oh my god AND ELSAS HEART LIKE BREAKING BECAUSE SHE FEELS LIKE SHE CANT

DO ! THE ! MAGIC !

Brave little boy with his mother’s determination saying “be brave. That’s what mama said to tell you” oh my GOD THESE CHILDREN HAVE MY WHOLE HEART OH MY GOD

A rooster crow for the signal COUKD they be more obvious I love these kids they’re ridiculous they are truly the children of Anna

Elsa!!! Chose!! To be!!! Brave!!!

IF SHE TRIED TO SAY GOODBYE TO ELSA!!! SHE MAY NEVER LET GO!!!

SHE HAD NO WHERE TO GO!!! BUT SHE DOES BEVAUSE THERES ALARIK WAITING FOR HER BECAUSE GUESS WHAT

ALARIK IS HER HOME !!!!! HE IS HER HOME !!!! SHE CAN GO TO HIM!!!!

Queue another one of my shocked and delightfully surprised screams as I shouted KRISTOFF????? Because blonde dude driving a reindeer cart

Let’s get you somewhere safe I’m going to cry THEYRE finally together again and they can keep each other safe together as. They. Should.

They are cuddling and my heart is exploding oh my god ALARIK seems so surprised like you big dumb idiot you’re both in love with each other it’s a mutual thing get with the program

SLEEP ELSA! ITS GOING TO BE OKAY! AND FOR THE FIRST TIME IN PROBABLY FOREVER! IT WILL BE!

Ch4

*queue another gasp* there’s only one bed?????

Yea I saw it coming yea I was just as shocked even so yea I got very excited about it wHAT DID YOU EXPECT

They’re cUDDLING and he went to move away and she DOESNT WANT HIM TO they could’ve been sharing a bed THIS WHOLE TIME AND I JUST WANT TO SCREAM BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY

ALARIK laying all the credit on kristoff and the kids when he’s kind of the one that steamrolled the whole plan into happening because he’s the one who showed up ALARIK please give yourself more credit

“You came back” “of course I came back... I couldnt ...” “why?” And then ALARIK refusing to meet her eyes has me absolutely weeping this is the kind of shit I THRIVE ON this is truly a gift to us all everyone say thank you Trish for these three bits of dialogue I will be thinking about them for all my days

ELSA KISSED HIM!!!!!!!!!

Yeah I do lose my shit anytime Elsa is the one to make the first move you go girl you go

THE SPICE VENDOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bringing in all my favorites I am going to cry thank you Trish I love Darius

I SUPPOSE YOU TWO HAVE FINALLY GOTTEN MARRIED

listen I SCREAMED WHEN HE SAID THAT I SQUAWKED!!!! MARRIED!!!!!!

I had been observing you two and just assumed!!!!! You would assume right mr spice vendor sir if they WERENT so stupid for so long it’s okay we understand

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE ??? And Elsa says MARRY US? And ALARIK is going to PASS THE FUCK OUT

He literally got to finally kiss the woman he’s in love with for the first time last night and now they’re getting married poor boy is going to get WHIPLASH from how fast things are progressing but it’s okay im sure he is happy

Elsa’s little vows of just needing each other and keeping each other safe and keeping company and not needing gold or silver ugh TRUE LOVE

And ALARIK hopelessly devoted to her being like I PROMISE

“just you being there no matter what is enough” peak romance true love the devotion the dedication I’m a wreck

LE SMOOCH! LE MARRIAGE! INCREDIBLE I LOVE THEM

~end review~

Okay where is my epilogue please and thank you

#shards of shards #couragedontdesertme #Trish’s fics #shards #shardsverse #elsarik

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snicketstrange · 4 years

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Duality on Baudelaire survival

The Baudelaires' survival was left as an unresolved issue in TE. However, when writing TBL Daniel Handler apparently didn't want to leave that open. I believe he had decided that the Baudelaires would survive for a few years after leaving the island when he started writing TBL. He must have opted for an open ending at some point while writing TBL. Then when he came back and reread what he had already written, he realized that it was still possible to interpret the set of texts as if they had died (or not) shortly after leaving the island. Then he decided what the TBL poster would look like. And this poster, unlike what many believe, is not a confirmation that the Baudelaires died shortly after leaving the island. Consider that posters function as a photograph and not as illustrations. The duality exists in the following: Did the Baudelaires actually die shortly after leaving the island or did they fake their own death? This is the idea described in chapter 14: "There are some who say that the Baudelaires rejoined V.F.D. and are engaged in brave errands to this day, perhaps under different names to avoid being captured. There are others who say that they perished at sea, although rumors of one's death crop up so often, and are so often revealed to be untrue. " The poster basically explains the origin of the rumors about the Baudelaires' death at sea. Their boat was found destroyed at sea. But let's go back to the poster depicting the wrecked boat. Isn't it strange that the object that portrayed something that belonged to Sunny was literally tied by a rope? There is a knot in the kitchen object and loop three loops at the other end around a piece of wood. Doesn't that look like it was intentionally done so that someone would find that object and then relate it to Sunny? Would it be possible? I have to say yes. The plot of people faking their own death or taking advantage of the common sense that they were dead in order to act more freely is a recurring issue in ASOUE. Aunt Josefine feigned suicide, and then asked Olaf not to kill her, but only to do something that would make the vast majority of people believe she was dead, (and Olaf agreed, and she would still be alive today with a false name if she did not insist on correcting the grammatical errors of others). Olaf himself was able to take advantage of the fact that the vast majority of people thought he had died. Quigley also made no effort to prove that he was alive after he was presumed dead ... Quite the contrary, he walked around in disguise. So it would be no wonder that Daniel Handler and the Baudelaires thought of such a plot for their lives after leaving the island. In the case of Daniel Handler, I believe he thought about it after starting TBL. But I believe he forgot to remove a detail from a letter he had already written. The letter is BB to LS # 5. Beatrice wrote: "I owe my life to them, and now the we have been separeted, I will not rest until I find them again". The word I want to highlight is "now". You can try to make the most miraculous theories and hypotheses, but the fact is that from the way it was written it is evident that from Daniel Handler's mind he visualized someone who had recently separated from the Baudelaires. The scenario in which Beatrice Jr is separated from the Baudelaires when she was a one-year-old baby, and then at the age of 12 tries to talk to Lemony about them just doesn't fit with that phrase. Maybe he changed his mind ... I'm not on his mind. I can only judge what he wrote. In this letter Daniel Handler wrote that Beatrice remembered things that Violet, Klaus and Sunny told her. Of course, Beatrice Jr could remember details of when she was a year old. But the chances that Daniel Handler planned this when he wrote this letter are very slim. In the letter BB to LS # 3, Daniel Handler made Beatrice Jr write: "As time goes on, many memories fade. Violet tring her hair up in a ribbon, too keep it out of her eyesm Klaus squiting at a book through his glasses, Sunny appearing on the radio to discuss her secipes - I don't want these to be the only things I remember of the theree most important people in my life. " So it is evident that in the letter BB to LS # 3, Daniel Handler wanted to portray Beatrice Jr as someone who only remembered a few flashes of the life she led with the Baudelaires, and the only things she remembered were these things she wrote . The Beatrice Jr from BB to LS # 3 is a great match for the one-year-old who was taken away from the adoptive parents. But Beatrice who wrote BB to LS # 5 does not match this description, without having to force yourself to believe it. In fact, there is no way out for you. No matter what you believe in, you will need to push yourself to believe something improper in one way or another. Thus, adding the possible survival of the Baudelaires with the possible survival of Beatrice, we have 4 possible realities depicted in TBL. 1 - Only Beatrice Jr wrote all the letters from Beatrice and the Baudelaires died shortly after leaving the island. 2 - Only Beatrice Jr wrote all the letters from Beatrice and the Baudelaires survived long after leaving the island. 3 - Beatrice Jr and Beatrice Sr wrote letters in TBL, and the Baudelaires died shortly after leaving the island. 4 - Beatrice Jr and Beatrice Sr wrote letters in TBL, and the Baudelaires survived long after leaving the island. Yes, there are multiple possible meanings, and TBL was meant to be that way. You can choose any of the 4 to believe, but the coolest thing is to see the consequences that exist when dealing with each of these 4 possible endings, and the meaning of each of the letters considering each of these possibilities.

#ASOUE #asoue theory #asoue theories #The Beatrice Letters #TBL #Baudelaire #Beatrice #beatrice jr #Beatrice Baudaliare #Klaus #Sunny Baudelaire #violet baudelaire

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seapandora · 4 years

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Sky High, Part 4

Part 3

A/N: Told myself I wouldn’t mash another movie/seres/fandom in here but I couldn’t help myself. Doves man. Also, if you´re into symbols, theres a lot, and I mean A LOT of them in this one. Writing Steve like this is really fun. Also, writing a sassy reader is really fun. Not that I had to changed much from how I normally am… XD Still a part of @buckysknifecollection challenge. Check out the other entries as well! GIF-cred to owner

Warnings: Swearing (I swear a lot, okay), sexual innuendos (later chapters), alcohol, mentions of death/killing, mentions of religion(s), descriptions of toxic relationships!, talks about manipulation

Words: 3109, a little longer than usual, I know...

Steve left Natasha's bar with more questions than answers. How did Y/N not know what happened, how did she not remembered it? She had been pissed at Steve after all. It confused him and he had at that second put it on top of his list to find out what was going on. Well, it was on top of the list together with finding another Nephilim. He would have to put James or Sam to work, figuring out what heaven had done to Y/N. Not that Steve cared about her… because he didn´t… Not in the slightest. She was rude, not very angel-like, and utterly adorable.

Okay, Steve liked Y/N. He liked what he saw in her soul. She was hardworking and ambitious. He also had a very soft spot for her sassiness. It was refreshing to have someone set him straight and talk back. Being King and having people suck up to him got boring quickly. Being King in general, was boring.

He wasn’t out in the field as much as he wanted. Him being around the Nephilim was because that job had to be done correctly, or they would fail. That’s why Steve wanted to do it himself. But Y/N had to mess their plan up. Not that it was her fault. She acted on orders.

“Sir, are you busy at the moment?” Steve heard someone say and he snapped out of his thinking quickly. “Is it news on heaven or the Nephilim?” He asked sharply and looked at the demon in front of him. It was nothing more than a lowly crossroads demon, one who hadn´t been making a good impression lately. “Uhh. No, sir. It´s about my latest deal.” The demon answered and gave Steve a smug grin. “Then I´m not interested. Go tell your boss your sad little story, I don’t have time.” Steve growled and glared at the red-eyed demon in front of him. “You are my boss, so here I am to tell my story.” The demon argued and Steve sighed heavily at the foolery. “Listen here, you useless little shit… I´m your boss´ boss, and I´m sure they´d be happy to end you, but considering you´re here, I´ll do it.” Steve said and got up getting ready to fight the demon in front of him. Not that he had to, he just really wanted to.

It had been a long time since Steve did some old-school torturing by his own hand. He had truly missed the screams of pain. The crossroads-demon laid before him tied up. He had slashes and cuts all over his chest, some were glowing red. The demon was on the verge of giving his life up, exactly what Steve wanted. “Now that we´ve had our fun, and you know your place. I think we´re done,” he explained with a smirk and snapped his fingers, causing the demon to cry out. Steve had demoted the demon to just a regular one. He would hold no more deals, never collect a soul ever again. He had lost all-cause, which was almost as cruel as the torturing.

Steve had thoroughly enjoyed the torture. He would have wanted to end the demon, but he couldn’t afford that with his upcoming mission. If that all went well he would need every demon he could control. He was washing his hands when he heard something that didn’t belong to his palace. The distinctive coo of a dove.

He looked up to one of the windows and saw a white dove sitting in the sun, staring at him. It seemed to have a small package on its leg and when Steve clapped his hands to get the bird to fly away, it barely flinched. He sighed and shook his head before he instead flinched as the bird flew towards him and landed on the table beside him and stretched out its leg. He chuckled at the dove and gently grabbed the little package unrolling a small piece of paper.

`Please meet me in Rowor. Rune is written on the backside of this paper, don’t abuse the power it holds. /Y/N` the note said and Steve raised his eyebrows in surprise. What on earth could Y/N want of him? Enough for her to give him the rune to Rowor. A realm demons were practically banned from. He shrugged to himself and grabbed his blade carving the rune into his hand. It didn’t hurt. Runes weren't supposed to hurt, only emergency runes hurt, but mostly because you hadn't been properly invited to the realm you were transferring too. Steve had been invited, which meant he was fine.

He landed with his black smoke around him and looked around finding Y/N quickly. She truly looked like an angel. He had never seen her in her full angelic form, and it was a sight to see. He had never seen an Angel like that before. Usually, Angels only had their wings visible, and that was what Steve had seen. Now, Y/n was in a flowing light dress. Her wings on full display and they were so full and beautiful, innocent in a way. That wasn’t the surprise for Steve, the surprise was the Gloria over Y/Ns head. It shone with a bright blue light and made Y/N look more angelic than ever. She looked over at Steve and slowly made her way over to him, barefoot of course. Behind her tobacco-plants and lilies sprung up.

“Close your mouth or you´ll catch a fly,” Y/N said with a soft smirk as she came over to him. “We need to get you to the old Lady of the town. She has to bless your presence.” She explained and began to walk over a bridge that led to a small town. It almost looked comical to Steve. He could vaguely remember being in the town but it must have been millennia ago. He walked with Y/N to the little town and kneeled beside her waiting for he didn’t know what.

An old Lady made her way out of the house and stretched her hand towards Y/N who cupped her hands in front of herself and lifted the Lady. “Hold out your hands Steve,” She said quietly and looked at him. He did as he was told and held his hands out for the little Lady to get onto. “Let her touch your forehead. It´s safe, I promise” Y/N whispered and moved back a little to let the old Lady judge Steve´s intentions and show what they would offer him. She noticed him flinch and smiled softly to herself.

She wondered what the old Lady was showing him but she was overthrown by Sofwalings who climbed up her arms showing her pictures of doves. “We can go see the doves in a second.” She said quietly and let the small creatures curl up in her feathers. She laughed as a few of them tickled her feathers and shook her head at their antics.

Steve had set down the old Lady and looked to Y/N. “She showed me pictures of food and a bed,” he said confused and Y/N nodded. “They´re offering you food and a place to stay for the night.” She explained and stood up slowly to make sure the Sofwas in her wings were safe. “Follow me,” she said and walked towards an area with small-leaved lime-trees and olive trees. It was Y/Ns coppice. She gestured towards a table with chairs before she went over to her oldest olive tree where her doves resided. Steve didn’t go sit down as she had anticipated but followed her.

“How primitive, doves…” He said and laughed at the idea of them as messengers. “You say primitive, I say effectively. Sofia's doves are the only creatures that can fly from realm to realm without runes.” She mumbled and held her hand out to one of the doves. “Why? What´s so special about these doves?” Steve inquired as he watched her hold one of the doves.

“They´re a sign of peace, that you must know. That’s why they can fly between realms. I, as the angel of peace and balance, am their keeper. They´re called Sofia's white doves because Sofia was the original keeper. Once she passed she exploded into 8 white doves, all are here with me. By now you´ve probably noticed, everything around me becomes peaceful. All the flowers and trees around me represent peace in different cultures.” She explained and glanced over at Steve who was looking around.

It made sense to Steve now. But that still didn’t explain why she had asked to meet her and he wanted to know that. “Why don´t we eat and talk?” He asked and smiled softly as if to prove he wasn’t a threat to her. Y/N nodded and let the dove fly back to its tree before she walked over to the table sitting down on one of the chairs. She looked at Steve who was getting comfortable filling his plate with food. Y/N did the same of course and tilted her head. “How come you were after the Nephilim you claim was my mission?” She asked softly.

Y/N didn’t know much about hell's hierarchy before Steve summoned her she hadn´t even known there was a king of hell. If Steve had been after the Nephilim it had to be something very important, right? “It´s… it´s a complicated matter. One I´m not comfortable sharing with an angel, even if you are the angel of peace.” He answered quickly and chuckled nervously. Y/N nodded and sighed softly. “Truth to be told. I don’t feel much like an angel anymore. Something is stirring upstairs and us henchmen don’t get to know what's going on.” She said quietly and sighed to herself. She had no idea how she felt so comfortable talking about her problems with the king of hell. It wasn´t like he could do a whole lot about it.

Steve knew Y/N had been the one to take down the previous God, and he wanted to ask about it, but he wasn’t sure in what way he could bring it up. Luckily he was a demon and he didn’t care about tact or politeness. “How did you kill God? Did you kill him? You overthrew him, right? So why not take the position yourself?” He asked and stared at the angel in front of him. She stared back at him but was frozen mid-bite.

~2683 years earlier~

“Y/N, Michael, Rafael. I need you to go to Earth and handle some angels for me. They´ve started a riot and I need you three to deal with them and have their wings clipped. I ant the wings here with me within the week. Is that understood?” Y/N couldn’t do anything but nod and bow to her god. She never asked questions, she followed orders. If God wanted the angels' wings, she would deliver. Her brothers Raphael and Michael were like her. Ambitious and obedient.

The three transported to earth and went their separate ways to handle the angels. They were the archangels, wisest, and fairest of them all. The lower angels called them the knights of heaven and would normally never bother them. Y/N was the favorite of the three siblings. Both with the lower angels but also with God. She had been labeled the peacemaker of the trio and would often handle her brothers' silly arguments.

God had sent them on a mission to kill angels. Y/N couldn´t help but feel unsettled by it. The angels were her peers. They were family in a sense. She had created half of them in good faith that they would follow her lead and be peaceful creatures. Had she been wrong? Had she failed her mission of peace? She landed on earth with a loud crack of thunder and heavy rain.

Her normal attire had been changed in favor of body armor in sterling silver. The angels had daggers with them, but there was one perk to being one of the three. Y/N had a sword. It was a Claymore sword, fairly long for her, but she liked it and she could work it perfectly. One of the gifts God had given the three archangels. The sword had recently been sharpened and Y/N was ready to obey her father's command. Peace had to be restored, no matter the cost.

It all started in Aurora, Colorado, where Y/N faced her first creation, Philip. Fighting him to his knees and slitting his throat, pained Y/N deeply, and she could feel the cuts it created in her own heart. Doubt came flooding as she pulled the wings from Philips cold, limp body. Was this really the right way to go? Was God really in the right? Philip would have never betrayed Y/N. However, Y/N couldn’t obey her father's commands.

So it continued. The next few hours faced the deaths of Peggy and Sharon. Both of which had proven over and over again that they were faithful to Y/N. Angels weren´t the only casualties in the war. Humans, demons, monsters, they were all slain as the three archangels cleared their targets.

Names were still called from heaven for Y/N, Michael, and Raphael to kill, but Y/N couldn’t do it anymore. She had lost her bets angels. She had slain millions of individuals and had finally understood that this wasn’t peace. This was a war to keep God in the seat of power. This was a campaign, nothing more, a scare-tactic. And she wouldn´t take it anymore.

She tried her best to contact her brothers, but she couldn’t get through to them. They liked spilling the blood of their angels, and humans. Y/N couldn´t understand it but was struck with the realization of what had to be done. In secret, she contacted Maria and asked her to bring a small team together.

Maria had always been a natural leader and had been the leader of Y/Ns angels on earth. Y/N held great respect for Maria and trusted her with her own grace. Maria hadn´t let Y/N down and had gathered up a few angels who were willing to stand by Y/Ns side through what she had to do next.

Y/N had started by summoning her brother Michael. He wasn’t her favorite brother which made the fight between them slightly easier. However, he was still her brother and Y/N still loved him very much. She cried out as she pierced her brother with the sword God had given to her for peace-keeping.

Raphael had felt the distress of his two siblings and had transferred to be by their side. The scene before him had shaken him and he was unprepared when Y/N pierce him with her sword which was drenched in his brother's blood. This time Y/N whimpered and held her brother close as his grace left him. She kept him in her arms for a long time as her team of angels stood around them.

“Ma´am, we need to leave before the Lord starts to suspect anything,” Maria said and moved forwards towards Y/N who didn’t move at all. “Let him come, I will bring him down along with heaven.” She muttered and kissed her brother's forehead before she moved him to let him rest alongside Michael. Her father, God, would pay for what he had made her do. He made her kill her brothers for peace on earth. For peace in heaven.

She didn’t have to wait long until she felt the presence of her father around them. Y/N took a deep breath and relaxed. She wasn’t scared of what was to come. Either she would cease to exist and she wouldn’t have to worry, or she would change the course of the future. She grabbed her sword with both hands and stood up turning to face her maker. “Y/N, my dear. Don’t make any rash decisions now,” God said with an evil and knowing smirk.

Y/N marched against her father, sword raised as she closed in on the individual who had ruined her life and any trust she had for the higher powers. “You planned this. You knew I wouldn’t be able to watch my brothers slay innocent people. You faked the uproar from the angels. You made us kill our own.” She said while tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt like a monster. She was a monster. She too had killed innocent souls.

~Current time~

“I… I don’t remember much of it. It was over two millennia ago. I don´t remember.” Y/N mumbled. It was a lie. A big, fat lie. She remembered everything, every second, every scream, every tear. She just hated talking about it. She didn’t even like talking about Maria taking her father's position, because up until recently she hadn´t been bothered by it, but Maria was beginning to show the same tendencies her father had. Her father, the words disgusted her. How could a father do that to their child? It wasn’t right.

Steve didn’t believe her but he wasn’t in the mood to argue or push her buttons. He would just have to figure it out on his own… Or have someone figure it out for him. He continued to eat with a soft hum. “So you´re the angel of peace? I know you don’t spend a lot of time on earth, why not? They could use some help in the peace department.” He said as he studied the angel in front of him. Sure her species was his enemy, but he too wanted peace on earth. Peace often meant more deals for hell seeing as humans were seldom satisfied with peace.

“Why would I want to be on earth? Humans are appalling creatures. They want whatever they can get, without giving anything back. I don’t know how you guys work, but I have grace. My grace is holy and can only be kept up by me resting or praying to me or my cause, in this case, peace. Humans never pray for peace, they pray for solutions. The Sofwas, this realms creatures, pray only for me because it´s the only concept they understand. They´re peaceful. I spend time here for them and myself.” Y/N explained and continued to eat as well.

Y/N looked at him but shook her head. “I want to know what´s going on. I don’t remember what happened during the mission and I need you to tell me. Something happened in heaven and I don´t get answers from above.” She said and it almost sounded as if she was pleading with the king of hell. What was she thinking? There was no way asking a demon about her mission would end well.

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[image description: a q&a for the webcomic someone always cares. full desc under the cut because its long and wordy sorry]

post chapter 3 Q&A

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thanks for yalls questions!! it was fun to answer! if anyone still has questions feel free to ask whenever i am always 100% down to ramble. even if i did go slightly off topic in some answers

additional: went off topic with the hair question a bit. their bright hair is all part of the transformations. regular hair dye does exist though. best way to tell is that if the eyebrow matches the hair its probably not dyed. also, quartz’s hair is naturally ginger.

also for more on ages, check out the character bios here

also was gonna keep this in the tags but thought i might as well actually try to answer it: the question i found it hardest to answer was someone the song one. my taste in music is. a mess really. ive been listening to like the same 5 songs on repeat all day. more under the cut because i was rambling again and now its uhhh half 1am

if it helps at the time of answering that specific question i had home by cavetown on repeat, and that song reminds me of both rami and lewis. but that may be because i project onto those two a lot, and as a aro trans dude. who sucks with people skills, yeah of course i love that song.

specifically the vibes of like not knowing how to communicate (rami is fine with his friends but other people are different), the lines “ Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now and this place, Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane” idk what the porcelain face line is supposed to mean but im picturing it as like. a mask. that you need to take off and stop hiding and rami does tend to hide when hes feeling upset, and the next two lines kinda could tie into that, like the feeling of when youre overwhelemed and just want the world to stop so you just hide somewhere. also the colours could go with chapter 3 with the chromatic abberation.

also the bit with “ my eyes went dark, I don't know where, my pupils are, But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here” just kinda sums up ramis whole hero thing with his powers and all. anyway this has turned into less what songs rami would like and why this particular song reminds me of him and lewis (lewis specifically has the hair cutting/chest hiding, [big transmasc mood], and also messy haired trainwreck who doesnt know who he is yet. also the ghosts bit)

i did end up picking upbeat songs because ramis a dude who like to try and be upbeat even if things arent. even if hes not really feeling it he will pretend to.

[full description: Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: “hi ily!!! do characters like quartz who have colored hair have that naturally or did they dye it?”

“its both natural and not! while most supers can do a magical girl ish transformation, including a change in hair colour, there are some exceptions.”

theres two small full body drawings of rami, one in civilian clothes, one fully transformed.

“if a superhero were to have a biological child, the child will inherit the powers of the parent(s). however, the child will not inherit the full transfromation. they do inherit any physical transformations, but not the outfit.”

theres a drawing of a woman in blue, quartz’s mother, fully transformed, holding her mask in her hand, smiling down at a much younger quartz as a child. hes smiling back up at her with the same blue eyes, pointy ears, and blue hair, but hes still in normal clothes.

“in the case of quartz, both of hisparents had superpowers, and he inherited those powers and the physical transformations.he can also pick and mix whatphysical traits to change.“

next is a headshot of adult quartz, his face split down the middle with one side having hair and eye like his mother, the other like his father. theres a list of traits from each parents, blue hair and eyes and pointy ears from his mum, and purple hair and eyes and pointy teeth from their dad.

“Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: Are all the characters the same age? If not, how old are they? Are they irl friends or just superhero friends?”

theres some headshots of rami and his team lined up with ages labelled: cam is 15, rami himself is 17, lin, mateo, and dante, are all 18, and cap is 20.

“rami and xandra were somewhat friends before she got superpowers, so when, after the incident with her old team, she found rami had developed powers, xandra stuck close to him. their other teamates started off as superhero friends but soon turned into irl friends too”

theres a headshot of lewis and jade. theyre both 17

“when lewis first decided to start being a vigilante,jade quickly found him and decided to help train himand offered to be a mentor of sorts, as they both have similar powers. that quickly derailed.”

“ cinder5555 said to someone-always-cares: How long does it usually take to make a comic page? I'm curious because they're so freaking good that they must take FOREVER”

theres a drawing of myself, a fluffy hair tired bastard in a hoodie, smiling

“Thanks! Ive been doing this shit since like 2017 and i still have no idea how long it takes me. i can get a page done in a day if i have nothing else to do or if its a simple page, but if i have work then maybe 2-3 days? i spend like, most of my free time doing this.“

another drawing of me, now looking frustrated muttering “how the FUCK does time work”

“but i can never do it all on one sitting.i will inevitably get distracted and zone out daydreaming mid drawing so its very hard to get an accurate read on how long it takes. so however long a piece of string is i guess“

the only qustion not from tumblr is a discord message from RuneStone Cabin:

“Q: Can you talk about the incidence of superpowers in this world? Like many people are supers, which powers are more or less common, how long they've been a thing for, stuff like that. Also does Omen know I'd die for them “

theres a drawing of omen pointing at a date circled on a calender marked “decembuary”, theyre saying “i know. i already wrote your death in my calender.”

then a giant wall of text reading: “Supers have only existed for a relativly short time, since the early 1940s. momento mori was the second person to have ever gained powers.

Only a small number of the population are supers! the chances are higher in more populated cities, but unusally london has oneof the higher percentages of supers. while nobody in universe has any idea of the origins of superpowers, it does seem that powers are more likely to occur in people who would actually use their powers.

as for what powers are most common, after making a badly catagorized spreadsheet of every superpowered character ive made for this world (70% of which will probably never even be seen), turns out that elemental powers are the most common. although not all elemental powers manifest as the straight up 'controling this element' as seen in characters like lin or tsunami. for example, iris's powers would fall under shadow elemntal powers, but theyre a lot more weird that just controlling shadows.there are some abilities that have never been seen before,such as ressurection or full on time travel (aka anything that could bring a character back to life), but powers are certainly allowed to toe the line eg healing, powers involving undeath, immortality, pausing or manipulating time.

aside from that, anything goes. you could get plain old superstrength, but you could also get the ability to create dogs with your mind. other not quite rules, more guidelines are that supers are immune to their own powers hurting them (unless they were pushing themselves too hard), although the way the imminuties occur may be inconvinient to the super.

while some powers may be 'more powerful' than others, powers dont really get to be way underpowered or overpowered in comparision to others. sure being able to talk to animals may feel a bit useless compared to someone who can lift 4 tanks at once, but nobodys going to end up with a power like 'can turn into a goose but only once' or 'can grow toenails twice as fast' or 'if i sneeze i can change my hair colour'. at the same time, youre not going to get someone with the power to snap their fingers and level a city, or instantly blow up the moon or whatever.

“Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: I love rami PLEASE tell me his favorite song(s) and why. I will die for you”

a drawing of rami saying out loud “i dont really have any specific favourite song, really? i just listen to whatever sounds catchy and then listen to that on repeat for hours until i hate it. i guess i do like upbeat songs? ones that make you feel happy even if the lyrics are sad”

“ un1c0rnhh said to someone-always-cares: tell me,,, please,, cam,,, are they a cat person or a dog person?? ily"

theres a drawing of cam a metre away from a cat lying down. she has her arm out and is making ‘psspsspss’ noises at it. end id]

FUCK i am so glad i didnt hand write all of that, it would have been a major pain in the ass to write it all and then have to transcribe all that next. but nope i could directly copy paste the asks and word answers. cheers if anyone made it this far down. if anyone wonders why this is uploaded late, you know now.

#sac #someone always cares #sorry to my friends i rambled to about the previosly mentioned attempt at catagorizing powers #i made a fucking spreadsheet and everything #it was awful #also it probably obvious but i still have yet to download the font i use to this computer #did i ever mention what i named the font when i made it #because its called 'dicks out for the void' or something #it was funny back in mid/late 2017 ok

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Captain America: The First Super Soldiers

Here is chapter 5!! Enjoy the twists to come! 😉

SSR Bunker, 1944, December:

Its been 2 weeks since the Howling Commandos and the two Super Soldier Captains left to take down the Hydra camps they mapped. For 2 weeks Agent Peggy Carter has not seen the love of her life. No letters have been sent and no word has been given from him. As she, Stark, and Colonel Philips meet for a meeting, her stomach begins to churn. She tries to sit still and swallow it down, but she can't hold it in much longer. She gets out of her seat and rushes to the nearest toiletries, and vomits.

"Where'd she go?" Stark asks,confused; but Philips knows exactly where. The same place shes been running off to for the past week. He mumbles to himself and walks into the hall, waiting. After several minutes of standing, Agent Carter walks her way back to the meeting room, when she sees Philips waiting.

"Colonel Philips, sir? What are yo-

"I'm calling in a doctor first thing tomorrow, and you will be getting checked out." At first shes confused and shakes her head. "Carter, Do you really think I haven't noticed you running off and puking your damn guts out? Because I have." She sighs in defeat. "Your seeing a doctor. Thats an order." He walks back into the meeting room, with Carter in tow. 'Bloody hell' she thinks. And they resume the meeting.

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1945 January:

"Alright. On my mark, we hit the outer base, here. We'll get in through the the cargo holds and release the gas." Rogers says. "And then once we're inside, we'll take down the-"

"Look, Steve, We like the plan. Its just-" Dugan starts to say

"Too complicated." Pinkerton finishes.

"I like Sousa's plan better." Dugan says. Steve glares at them, and then at Sousa.

"What? Its not like I forced them to agree with me."

"Right. Cause nothing you do or say is ever against me." They all share a look and watch the two super soldiers argue.

"Rogers. What the hell are you talking about? Its as simple as the other bases. If anything this one is the smallest out of all of them." Steve balls up his fists and looks away. "We get in by placing the gas bombs outside. While they are knocked out or dead, We sneak in, plant the actual bombs, get out, Boom!"

"And if they have gas masks?"

"This gas penetrates and tears away at a persons skin." Bucky says. "Even with masks, it won't help them. They aren't covered up to hell like we are." Steve says nothing, instead, they go with Sousa's plan; and it works. All of the Commandos yell and celebrate as they got another Hydra base of of the map.While they all celebrate, Rogers walks off by himself, angry at Sousa.

"Steve!" Bucky runs after him. "C'mon man, we're heading to that bar to celebrate."

"The jobs not done, Buck. Why are we celebrating." Bucky looks away for a moment and then back at his friend.

"Because, Steve, We won another battle-"

"But that doesn't mean we won the war." He snaps.

"Come one, Rogers. We win the War one battle at a time. And because of you and Sousa, we-" Steve snickers. "What?" He says nothing, instead walks away. "Steve, what?"

"Sousa." he continues to shake his head. "I... I can't stand him, Buck."

"Uh...why? Hes done nothing wrong." Steve snickers again.

"Done nothing wrong? All hes ever done is take everything from me Bucky! The serum was only suppose to be tested on one person, and then he shows up and gets tested." Bucky starts to squint his eyes at Steve, not liking where this is going. "He got to go to Europe while I was stuck dancing like some...chorus girl on stage. He got to fight and my only other option was a lab! And then!" Steve starts to pace around; and Bucky backs away a few steps. "Peggy. He tried to get me away from her so he could get to her first. He told me to not waste my time and pursue anything because he was already trying! C'mon Bucky, why the hell would I like a guy thats done all of this?"

At first he says nothing, instead he shakes his head and starts to leave.

"I-I don't know, Steve. I think you're reading too much into this." He places his hands in his pocket. "It makes sense to test more than one person to make sure it works, not everyone is the same; especially when you're in poor health. And besides, the whole Captain America world tour thing? You agreed and chose to go, Sousa was never given that option. He probably fought like hell to go."

"Or he had Peggy convince Philips." Steve argues.

"But how would you know that? And for all you know, if they are together...She chose him and made the first move."Steve stops pacing and glares at Bucky. "You DON'T know, Steven. And its not your place, or anyone elses to put their nose in their business." And with that he leaves.

"Hey, Barnes. Everything okay?" Daniel Asks. He pats Sousa on the back.

"Yeah everything's fine." He sits down and eats some rations. "I go by Bucky, by the way." He reaches out his hand and Daniel takes it.

"Daniel." And with that everyone enjoyed the rest of their evening, while Rogers was pouting on his own.

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SSR Bunker:

"Good Morning, you must be Agent Carter," Peggy reluctantly shakes his hand. She doesn't think she needs to see a doctor, but the Colonel insisted and made it an order.

"Good morning," She says as she sits down, hands in her lap.

"Okay, so I am Dr. Moore," He smiles politely, "And I was told you haven't been feeling well by the Colonel." She tries to not roll hers eyes.

"Yes, I, uhm.. I have been feeling a little under the weather the last few weeks. But I don't think its so terrible to need a doctor."

"Well, its best we see what is going on, now, before anything gets worse. Now what are your symptoms?"

"Just nausea..."

"Okay...Anything else? Headache? Coughing? Sneezing? Uhh.....Dizziness? Lack of appetite? Any of that?" With so many questions Peggy felt affronted.

"Yes, I have had a lack of appetite. I'm not actually sure about dizzy. I only get that way when I stand too quickly." Dr. Moore nods his hands and leans forward; thinking.

"Okay, um....Are you sensitive to any smells? Maybe some mood swings? Extra exhaustion? Or have you missed any of your menstrual cycles? " Peggy stops and thinks for several moments. Although some of the questions seemed very odd...

"I have been feeling exhausted as of late, but I always assumed it was work." He nods and hums along. "As for...sensitivity to smells or...mood, uhm, I-I suppose. Although it never really concerned me. And my... mensuration often varies."

"And why is that?" He asks as he writes it all down.

"Well, I've always hated the smell of coffee, and being here, it constantly smells of it. Uhm.. As for mood I work in a office full of idiotic, sexist, and ambitious men; with little to no peace of mind. So my mood constantly varies. And, because of constant stress, I haven't had a solid menstruation pattern for.. several months,now..."

"Okay, uhhh... " He takes a deep breath and sets down his notes. "As you know we have a...policy called Doctor-patient confidentiality." Peggy nods. "And with that being said, you are aware that everything you say here, in this room, does not leave it. I cannot, nor will I ever repeat what is said in these walls between you and myself."

"Of course."

"Okay. So, with that out in the open.... When was the last menstrual cycle you experienced?"

"I think...perhaps, 2 months ago. No longer than 3. Defiantly not longer than 3." He nods and hums once more.

"Agent Carter, I am going to have to get very...personal with you. And I want full honesty." Peggy nods again. "Do have a partner, Ms. Carter? And I don't mean work." Peggy furrows her brow at his question. "Have you had any...intimate... relationships with anyone in the span of those 3 months?" She hesitates in answering. "I don't need to know his name, I just need a simple yes or no."

"Yes." she answers after several seconds.Dr. Moore takes a deep breath and sighs.

"Thats what I was afraid of...We may need to do some blood work, but..." He writes more notes down and starts to speak again. "I'm afraid that you may-"

"Peg! We got word! They took down 3 Operations and are on their way back to-" Howard stops when he notices the Doctor. "Oh, sorry, didn't know I was interrupting."

"Howard!? What the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that they're coming back. They should be here in a few days." Her face burst with excitement as she jumps from her chair. Stark runs from the room and she starts to follow.

"Agent Carter" She stops and turns around. "About your diagnosis...."

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A few days Later:

As the Agents of officers in the SSR Bunker go about their day, all is quiet; but it doesn't last long. When the doors open and the Commandos enter, everything is loud, many agents spill their coffees or drop their reports.

"Well, well, well. Look who Schmidt dragged in!" Stark walks to them and shakes their hands, but embraces Rogers and Sousa.

"Glad to see you boys all back in one piece." Colonel Philips comes around a corner.

"Sir, we have our mission reports all written up," Sousa hands them to Philips. He grumbles his thanks and hands them off to another agent to be typed.

"So, where are we on dismantling Hydras operations."

"Well, so far-

"So far we've been successful in every mission, sir."Steve interrupts Daniel. Sousa glances at him, but Rogers ignores him. "We've taken out 3 camps, 6 shipments of weapons, stole one of their radios, and caught wind on information about a train where Schmidt's most trusted man will be."

"Great work, boys." He claps Rogers on the back starts to walk away. Daniel glances and shakes his head at Rogers.

"Where are you going, Sousa? We need to-"

"I'll be back in a few minutes. I gotta take care of something first." And with that, he runs off.

"Carter, more like," Steve mumbles

"Let it got, Rogers." Bucky says as he walks past him.

Daniel walks down every hall way, meeting room, and every office; but theres no sign of her. He goes to the sleeping quarters and doesn't see anything. As he starts to leave, he hears sniffling.

"Hello? Anyone in here?" He asks. The sniffling stops and in the corner of the room, a head appears.

"Daniel?"

"Peg?" He runs over to her. "Hey what happened?" He holds he face and sees it drenched in tears. She shakes her head and looks away, holding her knees closer to her chest and her body tight. Daniel places a hand on her back and rubs comforting circles; normally when shes upset, this or playing in her hair calms her down almost immediately. "Peggy... whats going on? Whats wrong?" At this she gives a chuckle.

"Wrong? Wrong." She starts to laugh and it leads into a sob. "Oh Daniel..." She throws her arms over his shoulders and he holds her tight; one hand on her back and the other in her hair.

"Peg, you're scaring the hell out of me right now..." She starts to pull away, and says two words that will changed their lives forever.

"I-I'm pregnant."

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February 1945:

Base after base, Hydras operations were being torn down and blown into oblivion. Shots fired and bombs blown, and Johann Schmidt's anger raved on and on after each discovery; nothing but fire and smoke was left of these camps. The Allies and their Captains of America have have left nothing behind.

"You are failing!" Schmidt yells. "We are close to an offensive that will shake the planet, yet we are continually delayed because you can not outwit a pair of simpletons with shields!"

"This is hardly my area of expertise," Zola argues. "I merely developed the weapons. I cannot fire them."

"Finish your mission, Doctor, before the Americans finish theirs." He threatens.

"Sir!" A Hydra soldier approaches.

"I'm sorry, Herr Schmidt." A survivor says. "We fought to the last man."

"Apparently not." And the Red Skulls shots him down. He grows more furious with each defeat and wants nothing more than revenge.

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SSR Bunker, 3 Weeks later :

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said I'm not going, Rogers. You take lead on this one."

"Daniel, come one. Why not? We get in the train, grab Zola, and get out." Bucky says.

"I know, but... I just can't." He starts to argue again. "Bucky this is my choice. I have to stay behind just this once." When Sousa calls Barnes Bucky, Steve gives him a deadly glare. "Go. Get Zola. I'll be here when you guys get back." The two shake hands and and Barnes leave.

"Captain?" Peggy walks up to them. "Colonel Philips wants a word." Daniel nods his head.

"I'll be right there." She smiles as he touches her arm, and then walks away. "Try not to be too reckless, Rogers. We need this to be perfect."

"I know what I'm doing." And then Steve leaves.

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Mountain Range:

As the Hydra radio plays its stations, the Howling Commandos listen in to what they say.

"You remember the time I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?"

"Yeah, and I threw up?" Steve replies.

"This isn't pay back. is it?" Bucky asks as they look over the deep, long drop to the train tracks.

"Now why would I do that?" He smirks.

"Can someone explain where the hell Sousa is? " Dugan asks.

"Who cares about Sousa? Right now we have a mission to focus on.. He didn't want to be apart of it and that's his own problem." Steve says

"Uh.. we all care where he is... Hes apart of this team." Dugan responds. Steve looks away and back at the tracks.

"We were right. Dr. Zola's on the train." Jones says. "Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle. Wherever they're going, they must need him bad." Everyone starts to gear up, put their hooks on the zip like, and waits for the train. When the time is right, they jump, zip, and land on the roof.

The walk towards the top part of the train climb on the side, and go inside. At first all is quiet, they walk freely in the hall, until the units are closed and Rogers and Barnes are separated. Gun shots are fired and the tow commandos and Hydra operative fight. All the while Dr. Zola watches and commands them to fire again. For several minutes, there are nothing but shots fired from guns and Hydras tesseract powered weapon. Steve opens the door and passes Bucky his gun, together they kill him.

"I had him on the ropes," he says.

"I know you did." The soldier Steve fought didn't die, and he blast a whole on the side of the train. Barnes take the shield and fires his gun, but is shot out of the train. Steve throws the shield and knocks him out. As he looks out the whole, Bucky is dangling from the outside. Steve tries to reach for him...but he falls. Jones breaks into the operations part of the train, gun cocked, and takes Zola.

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SSR Bunker:

When word gets back the the Commandos are on their way back, Agent Carter and Captain Sousa make their way to see Zola; but are confronted with something else. As they all make their way into the bunker, they notice a comrade missing. Dugan and Jones drag Zola to get interrogated by Philips, and Steve goes another way.

"Wheres Barnes?" Daniel asks.

Steve says nothing, instead bumps Sousa's shoulder and walks past. Peggy gasps and holds Daniel steady.

"Well that was uncalled for." She says. "Rogers!"

"Peg, its fine." She whips her head towards him, and he looks way like a sad puppy. Ever since he found out she was pregnant, hes even more afraid of her; shes more aggressive when shes angry.

"No, its not." She walks towards Steve and grabs him. He turns around quickly; not expecting that, he bumps into her. She leans against the table behind her, and before she knows it, Daniels at her side, supporting her. She shoves him away. "Not only was your gesture incredibly rude, but you ignored a fellow Captains question." Steve clenches his jaw and looks away. "What happened? Where is Sergeant Barnes?"

"Hes dead...." And with that Steve starts to walk away.

"What!?" Daniel shouts. "What the hell-

"He fell off the train and-" He takes a deep breath. "And he dropped...dropped down the entire mountain side." Although Peggy was never close to Barnes, tears well up in her eyes. 'Damn pregnancy' she thinks.

"How the hell could that have happened?" Sousa exclaims. Rogers explained what happened and Daniel gets pissed. "Are you kidding me? Why they hell would you not go straight to the front where Zola was? Why even bother to go through the other compartments?" Steve clenches his fists .

"Excuse me if not everyone thinks the way you do, Sousa."

"Its not just thinking, Rogers. Its common damn sense." Steve advances towards Daniel, but Peggy steps in.

"Don't even think about it."

"So you have to have some woman speak for you?"Daniel starts to get heated.

"Thats enough." Peggy begins to turn red, and Daniel gently grabs her arm. She looks at him, and he shakes his head. She stares down Rogers and he storms away. She forces her self to calm down, but it only brings more tears, as she wipes her eyes and walks away, and Daniel follows her; and Steve is left alone.

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Hydras Main Facility:

There in the hanger sits an enormous aircraft, meant for the worlds demise. Johann Schmidt walks by it, as his soldiers stand at attention.

"Tomorrow, Hydra will stand master of the world, borne to victory on wings of the Valkyrie. Our enemies weapons will be powerless against us. If they shoot down one plane, hundreds more will rain fire upon them!" He stand all might before his followers and lifts a glass. "If they cut off one head, two more shall take its place. Hail Hydra."

"Hail Hydra! Hail Hydra!" The hundreds of thousands of soldiers chant. "Hail Hydra! Hail Hydra!Hail Hydra! Hail Hydra!"

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SSR Bunker:

"You have to." She insists

"Peggy, I won't. What if-

"You can't think that way, Daniel."

"I won't be able to live with myself if something were to happen to me or you and the baby. I can't. I won't. Peg.." He begs.

"That is why you must go, Daniel. To make sure it is safe! I don't want this child, our child, to live in a world where war reigns over us all. I want this to be over. I want to find a make a home...And we can only do that if we fight for it." He sighs in defeat. "I will do all that I can. Nothing to dangerous, out of caution," She touches her still flat stomach."But I will do my part, and you have to do yours."

"Okay... I will." He places his hand on top of hers. "I still can't believe it..."

"Neither can I." She laughs.

"How long until... ya know." She lifts a brow an tilts her head. "You start to show." She laughs again.

"Not for another 3 weeks at least! Now stop trying to rush it!!" She shoves him lightly, and he laughs.

"I'm not I'm just curious and..."

"Excited?" She suggests.

"Yeah... I am." He grabs her waist and brings her closer. "I'm gonna be a dad" He laughs.

"And I'm going to be a mum..." They share a sweet kiss and hold each other tight. "We can do this...right?"

"We can do anything, Peg. As long as we have each other." She stares into his eyes and feels the perfect bliss of peace...and of Home. They kiss once more before Sousa begins to leave.

"Come back to us...Thats an order, Captain." She smirks.

"Damn right I will." They embrace, and he leaves to finish the war.

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