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[maxwell-grant]

What are your thoughts on Jekyll/Hyde and his archetype of the human periodically changing into a monster ?

Jekyll & Hyde was the 2nd horror story I read following Frankenstein, I got it off the same library and it always stuck very strongly with me even before I got into horror in general. I even dressed up as Jekyll/Hyde as a kid for a school fair by shredding a lab coat on one side and asking my sister to make-up claw gashes on my exposed arm and paint half of my face, although in hindsight I think I ended up looking more like Doctor Two-Face than Jekyll/Hyde, but I was 12 and didn't have any Victorian clothing to use so I had to make do. The first film project I tried doing at film school was intended to be a modern take on Jekyll & Hyde, and I didn't get much farther than a couple of discarded scripts

Much like Frankenstein, Mr Hyde as a character and a story is something that's kind of baked into everything I do artistically. And it's not just me, as even in pop culture itself, none of us can escape Mr Hyde. I would go so far as to argue Mr Hyde may be the single most significant character created by victorian fiction, if only by the sheer impact and legacy the character's had.

(Fan-art by guilhermefranco)

Part of what makes Mr Hyde such a powerful and lasting icon of pop culture is that the very premise of the book invites a personal reading that's gonna vary from person to person. Because everyone's familiar with the basic twist of the story, that it's a conflict of duality, of the good and evil sides, but everyone has a more personal idea of what those entail. Some people make the story more about class. A lot of readings laser-focus on sex and lust as the driving force, and there's also a lot of readings of Mr Hyde that tackle it to explore a more gendered perspective, and so forth.

I don't particularly take much notice of the Jekyll & Hyde adaptations partially because the novel's premise and themes have become baked so throughly into pop culture and explored in so many different and interesting ways, that I'm not particularly starving for good Jekyll & Hyde adaptations the way I am for Dracula and Frankenstein. The Fredric March film in particular is one that orbits my head less because of the film itself (although I do recommend it), but because of one specific scene, and that's when Jekyll first transforms into Hyde on screen.

Out of all the things they could have shown him doing right that second, they instead took the time to show him enjoying the rain.

Just Hyde taking off his hat and letting it all cascade on his face with this sheer enthusiasm like he's never been to the rain before, never enjoyed it before, and now that he's free from being Jekyll, he gets to enjoy life like he never has before. It's such an oddly humanizing moment to put amidst a horror movie, in the scene where you're ostensibly introducing the monster to the audience, and it makes such a stark contrast to the rest of the film where Hyde is completely irredeemable, but I think it's that contrast that makes the film's take on Hyde work so well even with it's diverging from the source material, even if I don't particularly like in general interpretations of Hyde that are focused on a sexual aspect.

Because one, it understands that Jekyll was fundamentally a self-serving coward and not a paragon of goodness, and two, it also understands one of the things that makes Hyde scary: He wants what all of us want, to live and be happy. He's happy when he leaves the lab and dances around in the rain like a giddy child, he's happy when he goes to places Jekyll couldn't dream of showing up, he's happy as a showgirl-abusing sexual predator. Hyde is all wants, all the time, and there's not that much difference between his wants, his domineering possessiveness, and the likes exhibited by Muriel's father and Jekyll's own within the very same film, which also works to emphasize one of the other ideas of the original story, that Edward Hyde doesn't come from nowhere. That no monster is closer to humanity than Mr Hyde, because he is us. He is the thing that Jekyll refused to take responsability for until it was too late.

(Art by LorenzoMastroianni)

While many of the ideas that defined Mr Hyde had already been explored in pop culture beforehand, Hyde popularized and redefined many of them in particular by modernizing the idea. He was the werewolf, the doppelganger, The Player On The Other Side, except he came from within. He was not transformed by circumstance, he made himself that way, and the elixir merely brought out something already inside his soul. To acknowledge that he's there is to acknowledge that he is you, and to not do that is to either lose to him, or perish. Hyde was there to address both the rot settling in Victorian society as well as grappling concerns over Darwinian heritage, of the realization that man has always had the beast inside of him (it's no accident that Hyde's main method of murder is by clubbing people to death with his cane like a caveman).

I've already argued on my post about Tarzan that the Wild Man archetype, beginning with Enkidu of The Epic of Gilgamesh, is the in-between man and beast, between superhero and monster, and that Mr Hyde is an essential component of the superhero's trajectory, as the creature split in between. That stories about dual personalities, doppelgangers, the duality of the soul, the hero with a day job and an after dark career, you can pinpoint Hyde as a turning point in how all of these solidified gradually in pop culture. And I've argued otherwise that The Punisher, for all that his image and narrative points otherwise, is ultimately just as much of a superhero as the rest of them, even if no one wants to admit it, drawing a parallel between The Punisher and Mr Hyde. And he's far from the only modern character that can invite this kind of parallel.

The idea of a regular person periodically or permanently transforming into, or revealing itself to be, something extraordinary and fantastic and scary, grappling with the divide it causes in their soul, and questions whether it's a new development or merely the truest parts of themselves coming to light at last, and the effects this transformation has for good and bad alike. The idea of a potent, dangerous, unpredictable enemy who ultimately is you, or at least a facet of you and what you can do. That these are bound to destroy each other if not reconciled with or overcome.

You know what are my thoughts on the archetype of "human periodically changing into a monster" are? Look around you and you're gonna see the myriad ways The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde's themes have manifested in the century and a half since the story's release. Why it shouldn't be any surprise whatsoever that Mr Hyde has become such an integral part of pop culture, in it's heroes and monsters alike. Why we can never escape Mr Hyde, just as Jekyll never could.

It is Nixon himself who represents that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character that almost every country in the world has learned to fear and despise. Our Barbie-doll president, with his Barbie-doll wife and his boxful of Barbie-doll children is also America's answer to the monstrous Mr. Hyde.

He speaks for the Werewolf in us; the bully, the predatory shyster who turns into something unspeakable, full of claws and bleeding string-warts on nights when the moon comes too close… - Hunter S. Thompson

There is a scene in the movie Pulp Fiction that explains almost every terrible thing happening in the news today. And it's not the scene where Ving Rhames shoots that guy's dick off. It's the part where the hit man played by John Travolta is talking about how somebody vandalized his car, and says this:

"Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that asshole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it, just so I could've caught him doing it."

That last sentence is something everyone should understand about mankind. After all, the statement is completely illogical -- revenge is supposed to be about righting a wrong. But he wants to be wronged, specifically so he'll have an excuse to get revenge. We all do.

Why else would we love a good revenge movie? We sit in a theater and watch Liam Neeson's daughter get kidnapped. We're not sad about it, because we know he's a badass and he finally has permission to be awesome. Not a single person in that theater was rooting for it to all be an innocent misunderstanding. We wanted Liam to be wronged, because we wanted to see him kick ass. It's why so many people walk around with vigilante fantasies in their heads.

Long, long ago, the people in charge figured out that the easiest and most reliable way to bind a society together was by controlling and channeling our hate addiction. That's the reason why seeing hurricane wreckage on the news makes us mumble "That's sad" and maybe donate a few bucks to the Red Cross hurricane fund, while 9/11 sends us into a decade-long trillion-dollar rage that leaves the Middle East in flames.

The former was caused by wind; the latter was caused by monsters. The former makes us kind of bummed out; the latter gets us high.

It's easy to blame the news media for pumping us full of stories of mass shootings and kidnapped children, but that's stopping one step short of the answer: The media just gives us what we want. And what we want is to think we're beset on all sides by monsters.

The really popular stories will always feature monsters that are as different from us as possible. Think about Star Wars -- what real shithead has ever referred to himself as being on "the dark side"? In Harry Potter and countless fantasy universes, you have wizards working in "black magic" and the "dark arts." Can you imagine a scientist developing some technology for chemical weapons or invasive advertising openly thinking of what he does as "dark science"? Can you imagine a real world leader naming his headquarters "The Death Star" or "Mount Doom"?

Of course not. But we need to believe that evil people know they're evil, or else that would open the door to the fact that we might be evil without knowing it. I mean, sure, maybe we've bought chocolate that was made using child slaves or driven cars that poisoned the air, but we didn't do it to be evil -- we were simply doing whatever we felt like and ignoring the consequences. Not like Hitler and the bankers who ruined the economy and those people who burned the kittens -- they wake up every day intentionally dreaming up new evils to create. It's not like Hitler actually thought he was saving the world.

So no matter how many times you vote to cut food stamps and then use the money to buy a boat, you could still be way worse. You could, after all, be one of those murdering / lazy / ignorant / greedy / oppressive monsters that you know the world is full of, and that only your awesome moral code prevents you from turning into at any moment. And those monsters are out there.

They have to be. Because otherwise, we're the monsters - 5 Reasons Humanity Desperately Wants Monsters To Be Real, by Jason Pargin

(Two-Face sequence comes from the end of Batman Annual #14: Eye of the Beholder)

For good or bad, Hyde has become omnipresent. He's a part of our superheroes, he's a part of our supervillains, he's in our monsters. He lives and prattles in our ears, sometimes we need him to survive, and sometimes we become Hyde even when we don't need to, because our survival instincts or base cruelties or desperation brings out the worst in us. Sometimes we can beat him, and sometimes he's not that bad. Sometimes we do need to appease him and listen to what he says, about us and the world around us. And sometimes we need to do so specifically to prove him wrong and beat him again.

But he never, ever goes away, as he so accurately declares in the musical

Do you really think That I would ever let you go...

Do you think I'd ever set you free?

If you do, I'm sad to say It simply isn't so

You will never get away FROM MEEEEEE

(Art by Akreon on Artstation)

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[decimadragonoid]

* Let's read a story. * Yaaaay! Story time! ======== (EDIT, 12/4: Grammatical fixes to the contract were made.) ======== You've always known the world was a messed up place, especially considering the crime rate had recently skyrocketed in this city. And it surely doesn't help that the police are being overrun with thieves, thugs, and assaulters. You just walked into a nightmare with no hint of escape, almost comparably the same as when Alice stumbled into Wonderland and had no idea what she gotten into. Your life continues to flash before your eyes as you run into a seemingly abandoned apartment complex. No voices can be heard from the inside. Either that, or the heavy rain was somehow muffling any other source of human sounds and cues. You figure you have a second or two to breathe, but as you try to ponder on the idea of what to do next... 'There they are! They're headin' into that building!' a voice could be heard from the alleyway close by. A trio of thugs you barely managed to trick off your tail quickly find you about to run inside the complex. One of the thugs direct a bullet from his pistol at you, but due to the distance between you and the group, the bullet barely makes it to graze you. You run inside the complex and don't bother to pay attention to the condition of the inside; the green-lime wallpapers had seen better days and tore apart at the seams, the cracked lightbulbs continuously flicker on and off, dangling for dear life, some doors are unhinged, rusted, and battered like there were endless streams of commotions occurring in each unit, and yet the supports and insulation are luckily stable despite their terrible condition. From what you're gathering so far, the abandoned complex you ran into consists of three floors, but with the state of the rooms, you can't seem to find a half-decent hiding spot. 'Stop running, you little shit!' one of the thugs angrily yelled across the hall. You made it to the stairs. However, given the condition of the stairs, you feel as though they could break down any minute now. You don't care anyway and take two steps per one lift of your legs without taking into account that one or two steps collapsed behind your back. Although it managed to slow down the thugs for enough time for you to get away to the third floor, you still feel unsafe. It comes to a point where you just take cover in a nearby unit where the door was left slightly ajar. You don't bother to take a look around the room and take cover behind one of the couches. The couch you hid behind was next to a broken window pane where droplets of rain and tempestuous gusts trickled their way past the gaping hole through the glass. Just as the lightbulbs in the preceding floors did, the bulbs above continue to flicker on and off, even to the point of sparks flying. You try to keep quiet for a few minutes until the thugs decide to give up and leave. But unfortunately, their presence lingers behind your back as they split up to search the perimeter. 'Scope the place.' the leader ordered, 'They couldna gone too far.' 'Bitch, lookin' fer one kid in this fucked up place is like friggin' findin' a needle in a haystack.' 'Shut the fuck up and keep lookin' before I beat yo' ass!' The leader was livid, red in the face like someone who was about to blow steam after regretfully taking a bet to eat an entire habanero chili pepper in one bite. 'Fuckin' little shit, thinkin' you could get away with pullin' our fuckin' leg, skippin' y'ur debts...! Can't let 'cha play me no more.' Suddenly, a shot from nowhere could be heard. The acrid scent of a shot bullet permeates the room, particularly in your direction - east corner where the broken window pane is. The boss is down permanently. 'Boss??' one of the thugs look behind him and see his leader drowning in a pool of his own blood. 'BOSS!!!' 'Hey! Who the fuck did that?!' 'Wassup, gentlemen?' a wisecracking voice sounds from the west corner of the room, 'Ya got an appointment with me?' 'No way... That voice!' 'Breakin' into my crib unannounced ain't very nice, y'know, especially since I don't play that shit with burglars like you.' Before the last two thugs can make out who the shooter was, their lives flash for one last time as they fall to the ground, their foreheads transfixed by two bullets. The acrid scent of gunshots still won't go away, but you're slightly relieved that the trio won't bother you anymore. However, there's still that unknown shooter to deal with. You hope he hasn't noticed you yet, and that he'll leave to scope the place out for any stragglers affiliated with the thugs who chased you in here. However, no footsteps can be heard. Even more so, your slight moment of relief has ended. 'That's about 93 confirmed kills.' the voice calls, and then a small silence fills the room. 'And, uh... you?' the voice calls again. You tense up almost immediately and barely make it to utter a sound of confirmation, 'Y-yeah?' 'Yeah, you. Get over here.' the wisecracking voice beckons. You can barely get your legs to move, but somehow you're able to get past your temporary paralysis and stand up from behind the couch next to the broken window pane. You try to slide your left leg in the direction of the door, but the voice apparently quickly takes notice. 'Up-up-up-up-up-up-up. Not left, Jackie Robinson. Straight. This ain't Brooklyn. Y'get me? S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T. Straight.' You don't know whether the voice is trying to beckon or prank you, but you decide to cooperate with the supposed wisecracking individual for now and walk straight to the table. Surprisingly, despite the dim lighting, electric sparks, and torn wallpapers, you can see a firm desk in the west corner of the room, which is ironically nicely kept. Not only that, but the knick-knacks, collectibles and papers are neatly organized. You notice a pencil holder with several mechanical pencils, two broken Ticonderoga pencils and an indigo-colored Gameboy Color with a Pokémon Crystal cartridge inside. The porcelain coffee mug with the crossed-out text '#1 Daddy' replaced with 'Killa' is still mostly full. You also find a Pikachu Nendoroid figure standing on top of a Master Ball, both of which were kept properly and showed no signs of wear or tear. Sitting behind the table on a black leather rolling chair is an interestingly built man wearing a fedora with two small decorative feathers wrapped behind a bow ribbon colored similarly to the German flag. He wears a harness behind his back holding two dual Japanese katanas with black hilts, both of which are carefully wrapped behind his black trenchcoat, charcoal-colored vest, light gray wool sweater, black turtleneck, and cashmere plaid scarf. The wraps from his trenchcoat dangle across the table. Below the thick brown workbench table, you notice a utility belt with a buckle colored like his red spandex mask with the black and white eye meshes, probably wrapped around his coat and vest to keep the bottoms of his sweaters from peeking out and covering his red spandex tights and knee-high motorcycle boots. 'Got an appointment with me or somethin'?' the man asks. 'N-no...' you reply, 'I was just trying to get away from those three men you shot.' 'They got a beef with ya?' 'Just some debt I could never hope to pay off.' 'What, from these lowlives? They always come traipsin' around this place. You just brought along the last of 'em.' You feel like this man isn't as bad as you previously made him out to be, but you decide you really have to go back home now. 'Well, thanks for helping me. But I should really get going now.' you say to the masked man. You stand back up and head out the door, but before you can reach the hallway, the masked man takes on a more serious tone of expression. 'What? So that's it?' he says in a colder tone, 'I come to your rescue, and you're already leaving? You just walked right into the lion's den, thinkin' you could leave just like that?' The air intensifies as you watch the man lift up a Wild West revolver in his right hand, three shots still ready and waiting to protrude through human flesh. And knowing the current situation, you might be next. 'Y'know, people usually piss their pants when they see a man in sexy red tights and a trenchcoat. Once they get a look at me, the guns, and my swords, they know shit's gonna get real, fast.' he continues, 'Matter of fact, I got about 87 reasons to slice you up and fill ya with holes. Who knows? Maybe my kill count will reach 180.' You try to aim for the door, but your body is frozen solid with fear. Now, a sense of dread and hopelessness encompasses you as you finally give up and think of one final thought, 'If it's gonna happen, just do it.' As you finish your thought, you shut your eyes and wait for the man to pull the trigger. A fourth shot echoes throughout the room. But strangely, you don't feel any impact from the revolver. You slightly open your eyes to find that the man didn't shoot the fourth bullet at all, but rather made a realistic gunshot sound similar to how Tarzan pointed a shotgun at Clayton and made a perfect gunshot sound before throwing it away. But why? Why didn't he shoot you for intruding his space? A small chuckle slips from the man's mask as he bursts out laughing. 'Pffffttt...!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! What, didja seriously think I was gonna go all bam-bam on your ass??!' he laughs and snorts, 'Aww, man! You shoulda seen the look on your face!' You get the feeling this wisecracking masked man is a nutcase, but he doesn't bear any ill will toward you. 'But... why? Is this some kinda--' 'Ehh, don't sweat it, kid! Trust me, I know every face on these streets. Danger lurks around every corner and the police doesn't do jackshit to keep things in order. They half-ass it 100% of the time.' 'W-well... Just who are you anyway?' you blurt out in the heat of the moment. 'Hehehe... Well, if ya really wanna know...' he directs his left hand towards the seat you just stood up from to get ready to leave. 'Sit down. Take a load-off.' You decide to stay for a bit longer to hear the masked man's story. Everything continues to happen all at once like a bad acid trip. 'Name's Deadpool. Detective. Deadpool...' he says, 'Or, if you prefer... just Deadpool will do.' The masked man introduces himself as Deadpool and proceeds to give a small introductory speech. 'Like I said, the police half-ass their job dealin' with crime and all that shit, so I'm the one who deals with bad guys who slip under their radar.' 'So wait... You're, like... a mercenary?' you ask Deadpool curiously. 'Part merc, part detective.' Deadpool replies, 'I'm what you call "The Merc with a Mouth."' Suddenly, it hits you. You've heard of this nickname before. A lot of kids at your school often tell stories about how they spotted the 'Merc with a Mouth' on the streets running after criminals and killing them in the shadows. 'So... you mean to say--' you begin your thought, which Deadpool quickly ceases. 'Ah-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de.' Deadpool quickly stops you from finishing your next question, 'Lemme stop you right there, kid. I ain't a hero.' The way he shushed you mid-question gives you the impression that he's a good mind reader. You decide to carry on with your next thought. 'But... y-you protected me, didn't you?' 'True. But the bottom line is, I’m a bad guy myself. A vigilante would be the politically correct term. And frankly, you shouldn’t trust a word I say.' Deadpool states realistically. But as much of a realist he was, the next comment he was about to make was about to bathe him in a less dim light than most villains in reality and fiction these days, 'But... let's just say there's a loophole of sorts. I think we can understand each other when I say, I’m just a bad guy who fucks up worse guys.' 'However...' He quickly smacks his lips, hidden inside the red matte texture of his mask, 'We ain’t got time to mince words. It’d be stupid to bore you with a friggin’ long ass backstory. That ain’t the reason you’re here. By that look on your face, you’ve seen a whole lotta shit you can’t un-see. And honestly, to think you of all people just found me by chance... I’m actually kinda flattered.' After finishing his last sentence, Deadpool grabs a shoddily-made paper plaque drawn in crayon, which reads 'The Badass Sexy Motherf#king Private Detective Out for Blood and Guts, P.D. Deadpool.' He also grabs a piece of paper, neatly places it on his desk and turns it towards you to read carefully. It looks to be a contract of sorts, stating the benefits of his services, as well as his boundaries. You read the contract carefully while Deadpool eyes you mischievously. The contract reads... 'Upon feasting your eyes on the sexy and immortal merc with a mouth, you understand that he will not take any responsibility for any vigilante activity he might cause while on the case. Who needs the fuzz anyway when you got swords, guns, and combo moves like Ryu from Street Fighter? And you wonder why the man standing before you didn't make it into Super Smash Bros... He would've ran up to Daddy Sakurai's door pleading with tears flowing down his red spandex mask until he at least made a Mii outfit for him rather than giving him an original moveset.' 'By signing this short and sweet contract, you recognize that this world is f#ked up and needs to be turned the hell upside down. Whatever trouble ails you in this town, the all-seeing eyes of the merc will see to it that the worse guys suffer greatly, for their judgment is nigh.' 

  You can't tell if there was a small grammatical mistake or two in the contract, but overall, it looks professional. You don't know what to think. You've always tried to stay out of trouble ever since leaving home to pursue a better life in the city, but things have obviously gone south long before you set foot on the merc's turf. Although, part of yourself feels like you could use an extra set of eyes. Perhaps a little help from the shadows is exactly what you need. And so, you decide to discuss with Deadpool the dangers that have creeped up on your back. And no one else will know but the two of you. 'So, kid... What can your good ol’ pal Deadpool do for you today?' ======== * Nice! Beautiful. Maximum effort. Seltzer water and lemon for blood. Etc. Etc. Etc. Just. Lovely! This is the potential start of a random skit and/or askbox series! This'll probably the only piece that turns out to be extremely unhinged. Or maybe not. Who knows? But I'd really like to turn these random Deadpool doodles into a skit and/or askbox series. So, if you want to give any questions or comments to the merc, feel free to leave some. I'll also flesh out some skits on occasion. Fun, fun, fun! I'm never gonna get sick of Deadpool now! First cosplay, now this! I'm so excited! ======== Deadpool © Marvel, Fabian Nicieza, Rob Litfield

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Chapter 5 (Winter’s Gem) (Bucky Barnes AU)

CHAPTER 4

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been scouted by your boss in Felicity Night, you were just a mere young, cleaner in Felicity night and have been living in the basement of the club for all your life. He's the most wanted Gigolo in the city, and taking him away from eager, thirsty women seemed to be impossible especially if he chose to be a Gigolo as his way of living.

Warning: The words in Italics can be quite dark. (My heart literally fell while writing it 😢) Obviously tons of cuss words because..you'll know why. 😉😂 One word that can be considered sexual. Ahem. 

Words: 3300+

A/N: Everybody give feedback! Your comments and votes make me think y'all are loving this! (Sorry for the typos and grammatical errors if there is, Buddies!) Thank you for all the support I’ve been receiving for this Bucky Barnes series of mine! Love y’all! 

Italics meant that flashbacks happened, alright? Thank you, tater tots! 

Disclaimer: PNG's, pictures and GIF's aren't mine. However, the whole series, one shots and edits are from moi.

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Tick-tock. Tick-Tock. The black clock without hour hands said. Rain droplets fell on his forehead, cold ice caressed his bare, scrawny, soft skinned chest. He could feel a woman's cold, fingers stroke his stomach in the most sickening way. Every beat of his heart was travelling straight to his mind, fearing him what the woman could do to him. What more can she do when she already did everything she had to?

"Your mother's going to be delighted to know how much I'm paying her,"

The whole scene changed, and next thing he knew he was back in the huge, green garbage truck that he hid from the entire week. It was raining cats and dogs, his whole body was filthy, unwashed and greasy. Who wouldn't be after basically living in the dumps for a month? Trying to get away from your abusive, inhumane second mother that sells you to different kinds of people?

"I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here," James repeated over and over again, tightly tugging on his roots, appearing to be loco in other people's perspective. "Don't touch me, that's enough, I'm hurting!" He burbled non-stop, something probably triggered him to remember it again and now he was in another episode that he will surely have a difficult time to get out.

Somebody had to open the back of the truck, the bald man was startled to see a teen hurled inside a truck full of garbage, the teen continuously talking to himself. He was reconsidering helping him when baby blue eyes peeped up at him, a juvenile who had no light inside his eyes.

"goddamn--motherfucker!" Drops of bloody sweat fell on his dark-hued complexion, making him drop the coat he decided to throw away. It was already dirty, used and bloody.

"Yo, Kid." He nonchalantly called, shivering at the same time from the crisp, cold winter wind. "I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here," James whispered over and over again, rocking himself.

"Alright, alright. I know you don't wanna be here in this goddamn truck because it fucking smells like shit," The man replied with a sassy raise of his brow, before taking in James's filthy appearance. Receiving a huff once he got a wiff of his awful smell, "You look lost," He stated as a matter of fact. "Where's your mother?"

Just one mention of her made him react in a violent manner, quickly scrambling away from the tall, bald man. "No! Noooo! Not her!!!"

He was fast enough to tug on his ankle, refraining from him to crawl out further. "Alright, chill down! I'm trying to fucking help you, blue eyed Tarzan!" He sent out another aggravated huff, probably thinking why he even decided to throw his black coat away in a god damn garbage truck. "I know I look scary to you, a pirate even. But, I'm good. I think I am,"

"Do you need help?" James didn't bother to send a reply as he shrugged his ankle off his hold, making the man nod to himself, answering his own question. "Well, obviously you do,"

He abruptly talked, leaving James confused, slyly looking around to who he was referring to but he only saw a huge, black Ford Expedition a few meters away from them. "Miss Hill, give this kid whatever blanket or shit that'll make him warm," He talked to himself.

"Yes, sir."

He sighed, waiting for the blanket he was asking for. Now, it was time for a mini interrogation that was needed because he won't go helping the kid if he doesn't know a thing about him, "I'm Fury, Nick Fury." He paused as he watched how James looked entirely alert and cautious of his next movements.

"Now, what's your name, Kid?"

James could only swallow his saliva, appearing to be nervous and hesitant to state his name. "You can trust me kid," Yet, he still wouldn't budge.

Fury had to grab onto his pistol, checking if the mag was loaded and gave the gun to him. James's eyes could practically jump out of his eyesockets as of the moment. "If you think I can't be trusted, shoot me. I won't hurt you back and I'll just leave,"

He opened his lips to talk, before closing it once again. Giving himself a peptalk and then finally raised the imaginary white flag. "James.." He swallowed the ball of anxiety pooling inside his throat, down to his stomach. "James Buchanan Barnes,"

Nick gave a nonchalant nod, thinking of ways and probably some other kind of name to go with him. "That's one hell of a name, I won't go calling you that." He stated as a matter of fact. "You'll be called Winter from now on, Bud." The former didn't hesistate but to give his hand out at the lost juvenile, gesturing for him to join his mysterious voyage. "And you're coming with me for help," Nick gave a tight smirk, a sneak peak of his pearly whites showing a little bit. "We need some extra help in 'Maximum Risk' anyway."

Winter didn't hesitate but to give back his pistol, dropping it on his outstretched hand as he jump out of the garbage truck all on his own while he quietly muttered. "Count me in,"

Blood.

"Winter, calm down. Calm the fuck down,"

Sweat.

"No, Fury. My arm! What happened to my real fucking arm?!"

Tears.

"I-I can't do this, I can't do this."

Scars that came from treacherous battles.

"You can, Barnes. It's the only way, and after this. You're rolling in the riches,"

Memories.

Bucky Barnes sat up in panic on his soft bed. A nightmare. What was her name, again? He remembers her face, the smell of her hair, the laugh that echoes inside his fragmented memories, yet he couldn't recall her name because all he could think of was that witch. The name that he loathed the most.

Bucky was quick to snatch the red book beside his bed. All perspired, anxious and heaving for life-saving breaths that could calm him down. Y/N's picture was all it took for his fears to concede.

"Y/N," He panted, fluttering his eyes closed. Taking in several breaths and retrieving his happy memories with her. Replacing the bad ones with those times he was untroubled and blissful. Those precious moments that he kept to heart. "Y/N." Bucky repeated, more like a mantra and a need to see and be with her.

He needed to see her. Bucky needed to see the only good thing that happened in his life and that was Y/N.

Dressed in just his sweatpants and shirt, he didn't think twice to scramble out of his bed, having a mission to search for his woman.

Right timing for Felicity Night to be closed because it was a holiday for them. Only a holiday that everybody picked to have their day offs. Even though, Gigolos and strippers shouldn't exactly have one.

As he was walking down the halls, passing by rooms that are vacant and a sharp right turn towards the bar, he instantly saw a semi-long blonde hair. All wavy and majestic just like his. Gigantic arms perched against the brown, wooden table with two people around him who were also drunk as a fly. Clint, the sneaky stripper who happened to own the stage with a nickname, 'the electrician' in which he highly despise because it sounded displeasing. Loki was the first to suggest that because he have seen him sleeping in the vents inside Felicity Night. As for Pietro who was called 'Silver' because of his unique hair color that the ladies loved.

"Thor, have you seen, Y/N?" Bucky clasped onto Thor's burly shoulders, startling the poor drunk man who had five seconds before he replied and acknowledged the metal armed man.

"No. I have not seen your gorgeous lady, Mr. Winter." Thor shouted a little too loudly. Well, a lot loudly. A whole lot. Startling his two drunk buddies who were tempted to curl into a ball and drop drunk on the floor with their barf all over. "Thor, shut it--"

Thor held a finger up, shifting on his seat to face him fully. "Or I must say I did?" He clutched onto his left boob. Bucky couldn't help but shake his head. He knew Steve's habit and it was getting too infectious now because Thor is beginning to absorb the way he laughs. "HAHAHAHA!"

"Well, well, well," Clint slurred, trying to keep his eyes straight as he grabbed a jigger full of vodka before drinking it straight. "If it isn't the Winter Soldier," He coughed, keeping himself straight on his seat. "Fury never forgot to mention you when I decided to move in this awful club," He drunkenly raised his empty glass, trying to keep his eyes opened. "Fucking vodka is making me barf like a hawk!" He hiccuped. "If that e-even makes sense!"

Bucky could hear another set of hiccups, however it was now coming from the silver haired waiter who became the best employee of the month because he was a quick server and his looks were a plus because it makes the ladies order more than normal. "Fury's infamous--" He hiccuped, slightly slapping himself with a smile. "--Soldat that everybody loves especially the ladies," Pietro chuckled to himself, his next words slurred and only Bucky, the sober person around the crowd full of drunkards could understand his words and foreign accent. "Why agree to an inhumane contract agreement with a bitch when you could've s-stayed in 'Maximum Risk', Soldat?"

Pietro deeply sighed to himself, feeling his barf in his throat as he tried to swallow it back. "Y-You were Fury's favorite right hand man," He frustratingly palmed his face, feeling more dizzy as time goes by. "Why leave, Winter Soldat?"

"CHEERS, UNCULTURED FOOLS!" Thor suddenly bursted aloud, a huge beer glass in hand as he laughed to himself. "I AM WORTHY," He murmured to himself, seeming to be in another dimension. "I AM THE GOD OF WHISKEY, I DO NOT GET DRUNK IN HASTE!"

Bucky left Pietro and Clint's question unanswered, leaving the three musketeers alone as they drink their hearts out. He sighed to himself, hearing those words come out of Pietro and Clint gives him mini flashbacks that he surely wanted to come back from but didn't want to remember all the horrible things he did.

Natasha's heels came echoing inside the pub despite of the semi-loud music. She swayed her red hair left to right, her hips swaying with the beat. She was a beautiful lady, too beautiful. Nonetheless, her beauty have been ignored by the metal armed man since day 1. Why? Because Bucky was used to beauties like her and he wanted someone different. "Natasha, have you seen--" She stopped dead on her tracks, a smirk lifting her maroon red lips. "Y/N?" She gestured behind her, "Think I saw her somewhere in the bar with Stan," She paused and nodded to herself, "Drinking their asses off,"

Bucky licked his cherry red lips out of habit, flicking his bangs behind his ears with his fingers, those kind of movements that the ladies loved. "Ah, Thanks." He nodded, thinking that his woman was probably drinking water because she was prohibited to drink intoxicating drinks. "Martini's is what I meant." And that made Bucky choke in his own saliva. "Jesus--what?!"

Only a mischievous smirk from the gorgeous red head was sent his way, "You just woke up, had a nightmare and this is what you do first thing in the midnight?" Natasha couldn't help but chuckle, Ahh. The smell of love, indeed. That's what it does to humans. "To find Y/N?" Pause. Bucky held a finger against his lips, hushing the grinning woman whom he considers one of his closest friends. "Shush, can you keep it down, will ya'?"

Thor's laughter made her glance towards where the drunkards and other drunk buddies where. Including a certain patriotic blondie who began stumbling to the bar where Stan was. "Yeah, yeah. Secret lovers hiding from the witches. Your fates are in luck," She clicked her tongue.

The metal armed man couldn't help but scoff from her choice of words, making him shake his head with a bittersweet smile. "I never had a good fate,"

"Now, don't go all drama with me, Barnes. Your lady's drunk with our old man, go get her before she pukes," It was a wrong move for Natasha, because she knew it would trigger him a lot more if she continues to talk and so she was quick to change the topic and move on to a subject that will definitely make Bucky's mind travel into another dimension. Y/N and his own dimension. "She's lucky her mother's currently having a meeting with the club in West Coast,"

One mention of the word, 'West coast' made his lost, fragmented soul lit up like birthday candles. "Maximum Risk?" He questioned with utmost curiosity, seeing his lips turn a little curve. Well, that was good. "Yep. The one and only,"

"God, I miss that place."

"Try and come by some time. I bet Sam misses you," Natasha joked, crossing her arms against her bountiful chest. Bucky mentally groaned at hearing that certain name, God. He thought to himself, remembering the kinda good ol' days with his old friend, Sam Wilson. "You make me puke, Romanoff."

To Bucky's surprise, he didn't know that the person he was finding for was actually swaying towards his way. A giggly Y/N was on a hunt, and it was a hunt for her Bucky Barnes. She knew he was fast asleep, however she didn't know he was up and at 'em. Searching for who knows who. Her of course.

Once at arms reach, she smiled, those kind of smiles that Bucky wanted nothing more than to take a picture of. Kind of heartmelting, kind of infectous too. "B-Booki? Is that chu'?" You took his appearance in, gray sweatpants and all of his glory. Eyes turning wider from accidentally taking a glimpse at his jam-packed crotch that made you nod your head a thousand times. Grading it in the back of your mind. A+ indeed. "It's Love for you, Doll."

Bucky caught her in his arms when she began to turn around and give a wave at the tipsy Loki who called her from afar. Swaying in the process. Bucky's arms were quick to engulf her waist, pulling her close to him as he breathed on her ear. "Lo-love? Are you serious? Do I get a man like you? Are you for real?" You giggled with a hiccup, quickly holding your mouth for no reason. Laughing more to yourself. "Shush. We don't want everybody knowing our relationship yet, right?"

You hummed, clicking your head to the side as you felt his breath fanning over your neck. It was hot, warm and it felt good. Too good for your own good and you were definitely wrecked. "Y-Yeah..But, are you seriously for real?" Bucky chuckled, tightening his hold around you and kissing the back of your ear which gave you the shivers. "Yeah, I surely am, Doll."

James chuckled from behind, his smile reaching from ear to ear. Kind of too precious not to notice and you leaned into his touch. Loving his warmth. Natasha was also grinning from ear to ear and the people who were close with her would know that her, 'grinning' or 'smirking' meant that she was being unpredictable. She noticed how everybody was doing their own thing, Bucky and Y/N currently wrapped in their own invaluable world and so she discreetly left like a Black Widow in disguise.

Not a little long after Natasha's silent departure, Bucky's patriotic best friend came wobbling-walking towards them. Igniting a stern look on Bucky's once happy face. He kept you beside him, his metal hand tightly clasping on your hip, making you giggle and hug his flat, sinewy stomach, geting comfortable and still completely intoxicated from all the Martini's that Stan made you drink. Your alcohol level was a little bit low than the others since you don't drink a lot.

"Hey, Buck. Y/N seem to be..left uncompromised?" Steve greeted with a chirpy tone, giggling just like you are. "And here I thought I could trust you with her, Punk." Bucky responded with a huff, shaking his head in disappointment as he watched Steve's face that was all red because he was damn drunk. "You said she has asthma? Why did you even let her drink?"

"I said she has asthma," Steve declared, his teeth showing from how wide he was smiling, "I didn't say she was disabled!"

Bucky couldn't help but wash his face with his flesh hand. Jesus.

"I-I was about to take her to my room--" Steve honestly spoke, gesturing towards where the stairs where. Bucky was quick to protest his disapproval towards it. Glaring right at his bestest friend. If he does that before for her..well, now's different. Everything turned a 180 degrees since last month. "Don't you dare, Steve." Bucky taunted with a scowl, making Steve giggle.

"It was a very genius suggestion!"

You began to realize that Steve was in front of you. Thus, you began to make grabby gestures with your hands. "Steveeennnn Grannnntttttt Roggeeeersssss," About to lean and sway in front of him yet Bucky was quick to hold onto you. Pulling you back against him with a gentle hush followed by a tender call of 'Doll' and the word 'Behave' that kept your feet rooted on the ground, giving your lower half a tingly sensation that made you giggle once more. Weird. Why were you feeling horny all of a sudden?

"Jesus Christ," Bucky muttered beneath his breath as he saw Steve twirling round and round. Completely watching him so smashed. "Steve--" He began, though he only got a laugh as a reply. "--Whatever, you need to lay it down a bit, pal. You know, you gotta hit the sack? You're stewed as hell,"

"I will, Buckaroo!" His bestfriend called out loud with a grin, knowing that Bucky didn't like to be called that way and it could tick him off. With a loud huff and a stern frown he grabbed you around your waist with his burly arm, not wanting to let go of you.

"That's it, we're leaving. Have a nice night, punk."

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Winner’s Curse Prologue

Note: Thanks to @edream93 who gave me the “crazy” suggestion to stop lagging on one of my old fics and do something new and for encouragement in this beginning prologue. This is going to deal with more potential fae problems in Auradon and the villain’s dire living conditions on the Isle. Hope you enjoy. 

2 weeks after Cotillion 

“Everyone shut up!” Queen Nerissa commanded loudly banging her fist on Queen Grimhilde’s table so that the assembled villains would pipe down about how they were missing their latest soaps or needed at their shops.

She surveyed those present. Each with their own skills and ruthlessness that would be useful when the time came for them to invade Auradon.

At her right, sitting on her throne since she refused to sit at the dinner table with the rest of the villains was Queen Grimhilde, filing her nails.

At the head of the long, dusty, unused dinner table was Dr. Facilier in a heated debate with Ursula next to him. Going over past grudges and insults no doubt. They’d had a complicated history since Ursula’s accidental pregnancy resulting in twins.

Further down the table next to Ursula was Morgain Le Fey conferring with Circe. They were newcomers to the Isle. Just arrived six months ago as part of King Adam’s second crackdown following his spawn’s coronation so neither showed the signs of defeat and neglect in their appearance as other villains had. Both were impeccably dressed, the rot of the Isle had not touched them when it came to physical beauty. Their long black locks were free of tangles and they managed to maintain the velvet robes that they had come with so that the patches and faded material were not visible. And their skin remained perfectly pale and smooth.

Which was more than Queen Nerissa could say for Mother Gothel who sat across from them scowling enviously. She looked reminiscent of a gargoyle with her frizzy hair and wrinkles that were deeply entrenched into her forehead despite her vigorous use of a anti-aging cream that she had found among the Auradonian’s leftovers.

Next to Mother Gothel were three of Agrabah’s formerly most powerful sorcerers, Jafar, his sister, Nasira and Mozenrath. Jafar and Mozenrath had been going at it, arguing over who was more powerful and who humiliated Aladdin more while Nasira sat in the middle of them rubbing her temples at their infantile fighting.

Squished between Dr. Facilier and Mozenrath was Yzma, the former advisor of Emperor Kuzco and formerly a kitten before her banishment to the Isle. She seemed to be praying for a bottle of wine if she had to deal with these people and was mumbling something about cow potions under her breath.

At the other end of the table was Queen La, impatiently tapping her ragged nails on the table. She hadn’t aged so drastically as the others- keeping fit by hunting animals in the Isle’s jungle area allowed her to look almost pretty in her skimpy hyena fur bikini. But age had taken its toll on the immortal Atlantean too, crow’s feet were creasing her angry cyan eyes.

The villains immediately quieted down at Nerissa’s action but still harshly glared at the interruption of their tirades. 

Queen Nerissa paid the glares no mind. They were harmless, just delusional blowhards still yakking about their evilness even though none of them had their magic anymore. Or even muscles to punch someone to the ground. They were pathetic, aging mortals griping about their glory days.

Well that was all going to change.

Giving a steely glare back at them, Queen Nerissa looked at each of them in the eye as she began her explanation for why she had brought the 11 of them to Queen Grimhilde’s castle.

“If any of you cared to figure out why I’ve called you here, look around. We all have something in common here. Something that no other villain in this forsaken place possessed.”

“More brains than Gaston?” Yzma suggested, rubbing back the wilted flower attached to her hat. She had a recent confrontation with that lug head when Dr. Facilier made her pick up Zevon from Dragon Hall after Gaston Jr. mummified him with his own leather coat and stuff him in the garbage pile. It was humiliating to have such a louse for a son. And pummeled by an idiot like Gaston’s spawn!

“More evilness.” Jafar half-heartedly guessed, slouching in his seat and rubbing his hungry stomach. He wished he could be back at his shop with some moldy baklava.

Dr. Facilier took a discreet glance around, absentmindedly his useless shadow cards in his hands. “Hmmm” he hummed, his voice transitioning to its infamous velvety tone, “I believe what la reine is implying is that we all had magic.”

“Yes.” Queen Nerissa cut in shortly with a curt nod in the voodoo man’s general direction, “We all had magic before we were sent to this hellhole.” “So what?” Ursula interrupted.

Queen Nerissa tensed, glaring at Ursula until the hefty sea witch rolled her eyes and made a dismissive “continue” motion with one of her tentacles. “King Adam may have stopped us from using magic with his little dome around the Isle, but Maleficent and Ursula’s brats have done something useful. They have broken the barrier twice. They have weakened it enough so we may have a chance to gain some power back.”

It was almost comically that at her last claim, all the villains leaned forward in unison waiting for her to explain.

“I have invited you all here to join my coven. With the barrier weakened, little spurts of magic can come into the Isle and we can practice here, growing and combining our powers until we can break the barrier from within. And from there, we invade Auradon for a glorious, bloody new reign.” Queen Nerissa exclaimed proudly.

The other villains looked toward each other, evil smirks spreading across their faces, minds alight with visions of revenge.

“We can have King Beast grovel at our knees!” Circe gasped. She had been particularly vengeful toward the former king for throwing her on the Isle despite various Auradonian citizens vouching for her to stay in the U.S.A. and that she had reformed. 

“And his head decapitated on a ship mast.” Ursula added, protectively touching her stomach where Prince Eric once stabbed her.

The only one not joining in the happy atmosphere was Queen La. The former queen was stonily glaring at Queen Nerissa as if assessing for the best way to rip out her jugular.

“Your coven?” she growled, slicing the excitement to dead silence. The other villains’ happy grins faded away s they realizing the meaning behind that possessive word and Mozenrath and Morgain Le Fey got up, looking ready to fight.

“I meant, my coven as in it was my idea.” Queen Nerissa began to explain.

“I will not work under your coven. I am the Queen of Opar.” Queen La got up, fists clenching as she strode towards her. Mozonroth sat down with a satisfied smirk at the thought of the coming catfight. 

“Was queen!” Queen Nerissa cut in but Queen La continued her furious complaints. 

“I am Queen. I magicked my own kingdom. I brought rain. I had an army of leopards who when they rebelled, I disintegrate into dust. I fought Tarzan three times and he, not once, was he able to kill me.” 

“Just put your soul into a rat body.” Yzma snickered.

Queen Nerissa began backing away to Queen Grimhilde’s throne as Queen La reached throat-grabbing distance, “I was not defeated by a little princess by losing my balance and falling off a building. I will not work under someone who is my inferior!”

Queen Nerissa didn’t bother to defend that she had been stabbed before falling off a building as Queen La’s sharp nails aimed at her face when Queen Grimilde threw a box in between them.

The shoe box clattered to the ground and out scurried a small purple lizard.

“What is that!? Is it poisonous?” Mother Gothel screeched, getting up on the table with Circe and Nasira.

“That’s Maleficent.” Queen Grimhilde answered, shoving between a momentarily shocked Nerissa and La.

“Can we keep this meeting moving along? I need eight hours of beauty sleep a day.” Without a big display, Queen Grimhilde pulled out a vial of bright pink liquid and threw it at the lizard that was running under the table causing several villainesses to screech with uncharacteristic fear. The lizard began to grow and morph into the familiar, formerly petrifying figure of Maleficent.

“So our magic potions can work?” Yzma whispered joyfully.  

Flinging her head back so that her horns almost stabbed Dr. Facilier’s hat, Maleficent stretched and cracked her bones before turning to face Queen Grimhilde. “About time!” she huffed and turned her attention to the other villains.

“Scared of a common lizard, no wonder you were defeated by royals. You’re just as soft as them.”

“Hey, I have a right to be scared. Didn’t Nasira’s daughter almost die from some lizard bite last month?” Circe questioned.

“It wasn’t a poisonous lizard, it was just the infection from the bite. Though I think she was being a bit over dramatic about it if you ask me.” Nasira said, “Just because I don’t have medicine to treat a wound doesn’t mean she was “dying” or whatever.”

Maleficent snorted derisively to signal a topic change, “And La, you were defeated by a half-witted gorilla man and his British twat of a wife. Your soul was in a rat’s body before you came here. You don’t have the staff that allowed you to have a kingdom or bring down rain. You don’t have any claim to being someone’s superior....Now as for the coven, it will not be ruled by Nerissa, it will be ruled by-” 

“Not you.” Queen Nerissa moved next to Maleficent, away from her safe spot next to the throne. “You’ve been gone for months, Malfi.” 

She smirked at Maleficent’s clenched scowl, “You’re no longer the Queen of the Isle and with your daughter turning out to be as big of a goody goody as Aurora I don’t think you have any claim to being the Mistress of all Evil.”

“Exactly.” Queen Grimhilde agreed, glaring at Maleficent to respond, “As a coven, we shall have no ruler. Just a common goal. Bring King Adam to his knees and kill the royals that have foiled our plans and ruined our lives far too many times.”

“How do we know you won’t try to take the power for yourselves?” Jafar challenged.

“How will we know that you won’t?” Queen Grimhilde shot back.

“He’s too weak to be able to do such a thing. He’s nothing without his cobra staff.” Mozonroth said. “Why you-” Jafar reached to strangle him when Morgain Le Fey waved her arms and the two dueling sorcerers split apart with a force pushing them to the walls.

With a satisfied smile Morgain Le Fey confirmed, “We can use some of our former magic. And as the only one here who has been in a coven before, you should know that covens work without a ruler. Just one common goal as Grimhilde said.”

The rest of the villains seemed to begrudgingly accept that explanation so Morgain continued to talk.

“Even without our wands or staffs, we can still use alchemy. Ursula, your powers are derived from the sea right? You don’t need your necklace.”

Ursula nodded, “I would prefer to have my necklace but yeah I can do it.”

“Jafar? Nasira?” She turned to the Agrabahans.

“We can try to go back to the old fashioned magic until we can have our objects back again.” Nasira answered as Jafar got up and shuffled back to his seat, wiping himself of imaginary dust.

“La?”

“Queen La. I’m fine without my staff. I was a High Priestess before I became queen.”

“Mother Gothel?”

“I can use old spells.” Mother Gothel answered.

“Good. Then we can all be useful in this coven.” Morgain said. “The most powerful magic users on the Isle. And soon to be most powerful rulers of Auradon.”

“What about Madam Mim? If we are going to have all the magic users, shouldn’t we include her?” Dr. Facilier questioned.

“A coven either has three people or thirteen people.” Queen Nerissa said, “Besides do you really want to work with that madwoman?”

None of the villains volunteered to continue with that suggestion.

“No leader?” Maleficent hissed through clenched teeth. “You’re saying that we’re all equals.”

“In the coven at least.” Queen Nerissa said, “I was thinking on the Isle...we can be at the top of the food chain. After all, we have powers. The others don’t. They should all bow to us.”

Maleficent smirked, “That would be good.”

“So we’re all in agreement. We work together until we take over Auradon. In the meanwhile, dominate the Isle.” Queen Grimhilde clapped her hands and some of Maleficent’s goblins came in carrying trays with unfermented wine.

When Maleficent looked at her incredulously, Queen Grimhilde just shrugged, “You were gone. So I took them.”

The villains took their seats at the table, and clinked glasses to their coming takeover of Auradon.

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[ask-the-good-creeps]

A Vigilante Pasta Hallowe’en (Special Short)

//Note: The Puppeteer councils someone as part of this story; please be forewarned that that means there is slight mention of an attempt (but no self harm, and nobody actually gets hurt) - just so y’all know.//

                It had been a full year since the Candy Circus was this busy. People of all ages – humans, all of them - wandered around to the games and tents, collecting prizes and sweets where they could. The rides had lines, the cotton candy and popcorn machines were finally getting some use, and creepy but upbeat music played all around. The children were all dressed in creative costumes; some were cute, some were scary, but all had big smiles on their faces as they enjoyed the circus that seemed to have come out of nowhere. Many were eagerly awaiting entrance into the Big Top, where the real show would be in only ten minutes or so.

           Little did everyone know that the circus had indeed sprung up out of nowhere; the Candy Duo, Pop and Cane, had brought their circus from their dimension into the human world. They could only do this once a year, when the boundaries between worlds was weak. Samhain, otherwise known as All Hallows Eve or Hallowe’en, was the jesters’ favorite day of the year for this reason. Right now the two of them strolled around with exotic animals by their sides (Pop with his tiger, Stripes, and Cane with her lions, RJ and Kinney). Children and adults alike stopped to marvel at the docile and well-trained creatures and to speak with the cheery pair leading them.

           The jesters weren’t the only ones there, either. Jason the Toymaker meandered from booth to booth, watching as children won the games and took home toys he made as their prizes. This had both short-term and long-term benefits; for now, it made the children happy to have new toys – later on, Jason would be able to look at who had taken each one and be sure that those children were safe where they were. Laughing Jack wandered the grounds as well, laughing, telling jokes, and handing out his homemade candies. Everyone he passed enjoyed the brief company of the scary yet merry clown. The Puppeteer was there as well, and surprisingly Helen and Dina were, too, dressed in their usual killing attire which passed as ‘costumes’ for tonight only.

           Most of the so-called ‘creepypastas’ were at the festivities, making sure that everyone was enjoying their time there and that the place was safe. BEN kept an eye on all of the machinery having to do with the rides to guarantee nothing would go awry there; Eyeless Jack and Nurse Ann both patrolled the circus on the lookout for anyone who may need basic medical attention (so far, nothing but a scraped knee had come up); and Lacy, Lazari, and Sally took the opportunity to play with other kids and feel normal again. The weak boundaries between the living and the dead had allowed Sally to stray from her usual place for the night, and she planned to make the most of it with her friends. Even Kagekao was running around the place causing minor mayhem to make things more fun.

           Clockwork, Jane, and Slenderman’s proxies were all helping out by running various booths and stands. The Slenderman himself hadn’t shown up here, but he allowed his workers the night off so that they could. Splendorman had shown up with his little entourage so that they could all have fun, but his other brother hadn’t come because ‘the design of that circus is so tacky’. Jeff the Killer and Homicidal Liu were both missing from the scene; Hallowe’en or not, they had a job to do and they weren’t going to take the day off for a little fun. Hobo Heart was also missing, as he wasn’t a fan of these get-togethers anyway.

           So, with the exception of a few, everyone was there to celebrate. They were recognized by those who enjoy Internet horror stories, but a simple ‘it’s just cosplay’ or ‘I’m glad you like the costume – I worked on it all month!’ dissolved any suspicions those people may have had. People were taking photographs and generally enjoying themselves as the night progressed, until the tent flaps to the Big Top opened and people filed in to get a good seat for the upcoming show.

           A few had stayed out wandering the circus instead of going to see the special Hallowe’en performance. A particular person of interest was the teenage girl, dressed in a typical cat costume, who walked dejectedly toward the Ferris Wheel. She had come here alone, which was odd, and a certain someone could sense the misery radiating off of her. He kept an eye on her as she headed for the tall ride.

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           Inside the Big Top, the show was going swell. People laughed and clapped at the series of jokes told by Laughing Jack, though most were really paying attention to Candy Pop and Stripes in the background. They would freeze and act innocent the second Jack turned around to look at them, and the greatest joke for the crowd was Jack’s seemingly complete obliviousness to what kept going on behind him. A spotlight went on up above, and Candy Cane swung by on a trapeze. Her brother jumped up high – higher than a person should be able to – as she passed and she grabbed his wrists to haul him into the air with her. She swung him forward and let go, and he gripped on to the nearby pole that stood nearly as high as the tent top. He climbed up the rest of the way and begun walking, and eventually dancing along the tightrope that was attached there.

           He reached the other side and detached the tightrope from its hook, using it as Tarzan would use a vine to swing back down to the ground below. Cane was ready on the platform above, her hands gripping the trapeze – the ropes that suspended the metal bar in her hands were twisted up intentionally so that she would spin as soon as she took off. The spotlight focused on her as a drumroll began. Candy Cane ran forward and put her faith in the trapeze as she prepared for her favorite performance trick. She spun around and around in mid-air as the trapeze swung her forward while it tried to untwist itself. Then, something happened. The crowd gasped in shock as the trapeze rope broke, and Cane went plummeting toward the ground.

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           The girl had gotten on the Ferris Wheel and waited for it to climb to the top. She knew it would briefly stop there, and that’s what she needed. She moved closer to the door with one hand on the handle. It was her turn to be at the top now. She threw open the door and looked out over the entire circus. It would be the last thing she saw…she took a deep breath, and jumped out from the cart that was nearly one-hundred feet in the air.

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           The same thing happened inside and outside the Big Top, to both women. That is, they fell straight into someone’s arms instead of hitting the ground. Candy Cane was caught by Candy Pop and hoisted into the air above his head; this had been part of their trick, after all – Cane had never been in any danger. The girl outside looked up at her savior to see luminous golden eyes set in a grey face staring down at her.

           “You should really be more careful,” the Puppeteer spoke, “We could’ve lost you.”

           “It wouldn’t matter. No one would miss me.” She replied, still shaken.

           “I would.” He told her gently. He put her on her feet. She started to cry, and he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug as her tears wet the front of his coat.

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           Back inside, the jesters finished the show with performances with their animals. Lions, tigers, bears, elephants, and more delighted the crowd with their exciting routines. The show took about three hours in all, and afterwards bright orange, red, and black confetti rained down on the audience from above with a multitude of small candies. Most of the people filed out to enjoy the rest of the circus, but there was one woman who ran straight into the ring. She went to Laughing Jack and the Candy Duo, explaining that her son had disappeared.

           “Do you have something of his?” Cane asked. The woman nodded and handed her a small coat. Cane called RJ and Kinney over and had them smell the coat.

           “Those two are better than bloodhounds,” Pop explained. They followed the woman up to where she and her son had been sitting. They caught the child’s scent on the chair, and from there began following a trail out of the tent.

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           Toby, Masky, and Hoodie were all sitting in front of a booth without their facial gear on, laughing and discussing various things as they saw people starting to file out of the Big Top and leave the circus. Some stayed behind for more games and rides, but it was really late so most were headed home. Toby heard crying and turned toward the sound. He watched a woman with a distraught young child approach a man in a costume and start speaking to him. The woman gestured to the child frequently, and it was clear that the two adults didn’t know each other. Eventually the man reached his hand out and latched onto the child’s hand as the woman let go. With a bad feeling in his gut and no second thought, Toby stood and approached the pair.

           “What’s going on?” he managed to ask without stuttering.

           “Oh, I just found this little boy. He said he was lost, but it’s okay. That man works here and he says he’ll help him find his parents.” The woman said.

           “He works h-here, huh?” Toby looked at the man, who was dressed in a costume with a full mask. “What was your job ar-round the circus t-tonight?” the young proxy crossed his arms as he stared the stranger down. He realized that without his mask and googles, it was hard to tell that he was one of the booth workers.

           “Does it really matter, Twitch?” Toby glared at the use of that insult.

           “Y-yeah, actually, it d-does. Because I’ve been working here since the c-circus opened-d tonight and I haven’t-t seen you around before.” The man froze at those words.

           “I-I was late. You wouldn’t have seen me when they were handing out assignments for the night.”

           “Who did y-you talk to when you g-got here?” Before the man could answer, Toby continued. “I’ll let you in on a s-secret. The owners only hire p-people they know really w-well to help with Hallowe’en night. If you were one of those people, w-we would already know each oth-ther.”

           “They needed extra help tonight so they called in an old friend. I do work here.”

           “Oh y-yeah? Hey Pop,” Toby called out past the man. “Did-d you bring in someone n-new?”

           “No, I didn’t.” the man turned to see the two jesters, the monochrome clown, two lions, and a very panicked woman. The woman seemed relieved as the child shouted for her and slid his hand out of the stranger’s. The boy ran to his mother, and on the way RJ nuzzled the boy’s chest as if to say, ‘found him’. The man turned and tried to make a run for it, but he only succeeded in smacking right into Hoodie.

           “Where do you think you’re going?” he grinned as he grabbed one of the man’s arms. Masky walked over and grabbed his other arm.

           “Yeah, you’ve got a date with an officer down at the police station,” he chimed in. “Good call, Toby,” he said over his shoulder as the two older proxies escorted the struggling man away.

           “You guys can bring him to my tent in the back to await the authorities,” Pop told them, and they headed in that direction. Of course, Pop had a very different plan in mind for the man – one that involved sic-ing Jason on him instead of bringing in police.

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           “You have a lovely smile, Amelia.” The Puppeteer complimented his latest charge. The girl’s face turned pink as she looked away from him. He had managed to get her to stop crying as he talked her through what she was dealing with. He had even gotten her to smile a bit. Now he had to convince her to return home and discard her ‘final message’ to her parents before they found it. She was afraid to go home, he could see. What if they had already found the message? She was afraid of how they would react.

           It took a little time, but he managed to talk her into it. He also agreed to walk her home. He bid a temporary farewell to Helen and Dina, whom had been sitting with them and offering what support they could, and he and Amelia headed off. They talked about random things here and there as they walked, and before she knew it they were at her house. He walked her up to the door, and promised to be there again soon to listen to her again. She gave him a tight hug before she went inside.

           “Happy Hallowe’en,” she said awkwardly as she pulled away. He smiled.

           “Happy Hallowe’en.” He repeated.

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           Somewhere far away from the town where the circus had stopped this year, Jeff was at it again. He had slaughtered seventeen of them now – seventeen sex offenders that had been dressed in costumes and trying to lure little children with candy. It was sickening. If he hadn’t become so desensitized to seeing it over the years, he might have thrown up. He had also taken out four bastards that had poisoned or otherwise tampered with the candy they had been giving out. He stalked the city streets keeping an eye out for more of them.

           He walked on to a new neighborhood; he was sure he got all of them in the last one. He had his head down and fell into his thoughts as he moved forward, until he ran into someone who was running in his direction. They both fell backwards onto the ground, and Jeff looked over at the stranger only to meet with a familiar pair of green eyes set in a stitched face.

           “Liu?” he asked cautiously.

           “Jeff?” came the reply. “It’s so good to see you again!” Jeff smiled as they both stood up, only to have his face twist in concern as Liu gripped his head and started mumbling ‘no’.

           “It’s a holiday, and I haven’t talked to him in years! Just let me have this one goddamn night, Sully!” he growled.

           “Fine.” Sully spat from the back of Liu’s mind as he stopped trying to take over. “Just this one night.” Jeff noted the shocked look on Liu’s face that quickly turned into a smile.

           “Jeff! I missed you!” he said as he wrapped his arms around his brother. Jeff tensed up at the embrace, still wary of Sully. When he noted that the split personality wasn’t making an appearance, he hugged back.

           “I missed you too, Liu.”

  <Hallowe’en Special is Complete. Hope y’all enjoyed it! Also, if you want me to continue any parts of this one, just let me know and I’ll write a follow-up!>

#ALL THE PASTAS #ask the good creeps #ask creepypasta #creepypasta #jeff the killer #homicidal liu #ben drowned #ticci toby #Masky #hoodie #jane the killer #clockwork #candy pop #candy cane #The Puppeteer #laughing jack #eyeless jack #nurse ann #judge angels #bloody painter #sally williams #lacy morgan #lazari #splendorman #short story

[maxheadley]

A Little Confession.

Timothy's Imaginations: Chapter 10

Tad bobbed his leg up and down unyieldingly. He sat in the waiting room of a lonely clinic, where the walls were painted an unsatisfying shade of orange and the chairs were damningly uncomfortable. The clinic needed some serious TLC. The cracks in the leather of the chairs bothered him more than the disgusting orange walls. He shifted his numb bum about twenty times to find a comfortable position, though the position eventually became apparent it wasn't comfortable at all. Only briefly. He listened to the tick tock of the large antique grandfather clock next to him to focus on anything else other than his increasing worry about his best friend and erratic typing of the desk nurse.

He'd most likely freak out if the clock hadn't been ticking in his ear. The one thing he liked, something consistent, something unchanging. A clock never changed from it's ticking pattern to irregularities. He sighed, glancing at the clock reading where the hand rested. He'd been stuck in the waiting for about an hour. How long did it take for a doctor to examine their patients? Surely not this long, Tad thought disdainfully.

Suddenly, the door that lead towards the rooms where patients were examined swung open revealing a young doctor dressed in some tan slacks, a ugly blue sweater, normal shoes, and a oversized lab coat. He carried a clipboard and his overly large round eyeglasses were slipping down to the bridge of his nose. Behind him, Winnie walked, rubbing her paling tan arm awkwardly. Her nerves were frayed. He suspected. "Thaddeus.." Winnie pushed past the unaware doctor and hugged him tightly. Something felt wrong, but he didn't ask. He would probably hear it from the Doctor.

He kissed her temple as the man approached. "I am unsure what Winnie's infected with but we've drawn blood and had her do a urine test and we'll receive the results a couple days. But in the meantime, I've prescribed her some antibiotics to flush out the cold and help stabilize her breathing." The Doctor said so quickly, Tad had troubling putting the words into sentences.

"Okay, thank you. Is that all?" Tad was itching to get out of there. His paranoia began to bother him and he had a feeling a panic attack was on the rise. Something about this place seemed off. Surreal. Unethical.

"No.." The Doctor shot him a startled expression. "There's one other thing.. I have to ask why does she have a small incision on her throat?"

Tad wrinkled his nose, remembering how Winnie described Harley's attack and how the wire scraped across her throat drawing a few beads of unnecessary bloodshed. "Alarming as this may sound, she scratches her neck when she's extremely nervous and sometimes uses sharp objects and it causes scrapes or small cuts. It's no big deal." He lied, not wanting to divulge the truth to a complete and under stranger.

The man raised his unattractive, bushy eyebrows almost to his brown hairline. "Probably would be wise if you um made sure she doesn't use any sharp objects to inherently self harm."

"Yeah, I'll do my best." Tad awkwardly muttered.

Winnie settled on the comfortable seat of Tad's truck. She buckled up as he jogged around the vehicle to get himself in. He seemed tense. Something was off. She suspected the problem was the awkward, sterile setting of the clinic. He had always avoided being around doctors or hospitals, and rarely did her ever step foot inside a place that reminded him of a hospital. She observed him buckling his seatbelt and insert the key in the ignition.

Finally, after several minutes of observing his fast movements and frantic biting of his lower lip, she placed a small, clammy hand on his thin thigh and squeezed to gather his attention. She knew her voice was hoarse and didn't want to startle him using her froggy voice.

He placed one of his hands over hers and sighed, leaning the back of head onto the glass, smushing the long uncut pale hair against his skull. He closed his dark green eyes briefly. "I have to tell you something." He hadn't ignited the engine though the keys remained in the ignition, so he turned his entire body to face hers and lifted one shaky hand to caress her pale, sickly cheek. "And it may be awkward for us afterward. But promise me we'll be friends still?" He squeezed his eyes closed as if expecting her to reject him or something.

Winnie would never.

"I promise. Now, what is it?" She asked, trying to clear the saliva that gathered at the back of her throat away. Her voice never sounded more terrible than right then.

He opened her eyes and leaned forward about as much as he could do the seatbelt, and smashed his lips straight into hers. To her surprise, she allowed him. She could feel something in her core blooming as he kissed her consistently for those brief few seconds. She frowned, when he stopped and leaned back slightly. "I am in love with you. Have been for the past couple of years but seeing you be abused and hurt by others has made me realized I needed to tell and show you that I'd do anything to make you feel loved the way you deserved." He said breathless.

Beads of sweat sparkled on his tan forehead. His eyes were alight with passion and a film of undisguised love. How could she extinguish such a beautiful thing like him? He was perfection disguised under glasses and a giant sweater with either his nose in a book or his eyes trained on a laptop screen. He was a fire shrouded by a cloak of shadows. He needed to shine. Who was she to let the flames burn out? She couldn't.

"And I wish for you to be mine. In the ways that count." Tad said, breaking Winnie out of her small reverie. The innocent, vulnerable expression on his damningly handsome face pleased with her.

She pressed her index finger against the swollen bottom lip of his. She met his eyes. She saw the possibilities swirling in them, the countless opportunities and adventures they could have, the ideas they could attempt to create, side by side, together.

She knew what she had to do.

"Are you sure it is me you want?"

"I am positive you are what I need and want."

"Okay." Winnie licked her bottom lip drawing his eyes to her lips. "I'll be yours."

With that she sealed their new relationship with a simple, sweet kiss. One, which, warmed the inner broken parts of her heart.

After picking up Winnie's prescribed medication, Tad drove them back to the cabin to ignite the plan they devised and decided on the drive back. Winnie had her fever-ridden forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window. Her bright blue eyes suddenly brighter than they had been in many days. She watched the trees race past, listening to the tires of Tad's truck crunch over the pebbles and dirt, and the roar of the engine.

She couldn't shake the fear gathering in her belly as they neared their destination. What if their plan went wrong? What if the others tried to poke holes in their plan and mess everything up? Or what if Harley and Timothy retaliated and someone got hurt? She couldn't bare seeing another person hurt. Everyone was hurt enough already.

"Tad.. Did you call Wren like I asked?" Winnie asked, lifting her head up and adjusting her sitting position.

"Yes. He's meeting us there. I gave him the directions and told him to lay low and not attract any attention. If he did, we're screwed." He squinted at the rain stained windshield, the glare of the sun obviously bothering him.

"Wren's pretty intelligent. He's cunning and manipulative, " She paused, having to cough. "And he's resourceful. He'd weave his way out of any situation." She added, after about a minute.

Tad parked in the driveway of the cabin and glanced at her. "God. I hope this works." He muttered, unbuckling his seat.

Winnie scooted across the worn seat and cupped his cheeks. She kissed his lips lightly. "I promise you it'll work." She gave him a small, confident smile.

Tad opened his door and helped her out, not responding other than a measly nod. She suspected her had doubts nothing would go right. She grabbed the bag of medicine from the seat and started for the cabin, when a loud strange whistle caught her attention. She depicted where the whistling came from and saw Wren perched in a tree several yards away looking weirdly like Tarzan except wearing regular clothes and his hair was not long.

She made a quick, subtle gesture to Tad and detoured into the woods. She stopped at the foot of the large oak tree Wren sat in. "What in the world are you doing up there?" She shouted, but quietly. If she attracted her mother's attention, it was all over. Everything would go downhill from there.

Wren hopped down from the sturdy branch and landed neatly on his feet. He brushed a couple discolored leaves off his head and adjusted the misplaced strands before answering. "I was scouting out the location, figuring out the best place to strike." He said, like he did not just impressively leap from a tree and not break a leg.

"And did you?" Tad popped up beside Winnie casting subtle glances over his shoulder. Probably hoping Terra wasn't staring out the window.

"There's a backdoor and a large window that is weirdly open I could sneak through as long as you two provide a good enough diversion to help me get through without being captured." Wren said, flatly.

Winnie sighed, running a shaky hand through her black curls. "I'm sure we're in enough trouble to distract the hell out of my Ma and Davie."

"I don't disagree." Muttered Tad.

"Okay. So what do you want me to do once I'm in?"

"Well.." Winnie began.

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Lovely Night | A Peter Parker Imagine

Peter Parker x Reader Words: 2.4K Summery: A stranger asks you if they can sit next to you at a cafe, and once the drinks are gone they walk you home. It’s incredibly fluffy.

 Live night at the corner cafe brought people of all ages and styles to try their best to create a mood. It was also attractive to people who wanted the delve themselves into social interaction when most occasions in their lives were too uncomfortable for it. Tonight, you had just about finished your coffee when someone walked up next to the table for two you sat at alone, and smiled an adorable smile at you. 

 “Is this seat taken?” He asked, brushing his fingers behind his ear as if there was hair to tuck there. A nervous tick, but charming none-the-less. 

 “It isn’t, have a seat.” You said happily, patting your hand on the empty cushioned seat next to you. He sipped his mug of coffee, licked his lips, settled into his skin. You watched him from the corner of your eye the entire time. He kept glancing at you, but you figured he couldn’t tell you were looking at him because he just kept readjusting. Once fully and completely rested, you turned to him and smiled. He grinned back, blushed. “So, what’s your name?”

 “Uh, Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.” He took a sip of his coffee. “You?”

 “I can’t tell you my name until you tell me your middle name.” You said with two hands snug around your mug. He smiled. 

 “Benjamin.” He said. 

 “Very nice. I’m (y/n).” You said and then looked toward the stage at the front by the window. 

 “That was just your first name!” He said mock-upset. You exhaled through your nose with an entertainer grin on your face. You looked back at him and feigned surprise. 

 “Maybe that’s my full name! Maybe I’m like Tarzan!” You made him laugh and that made a man nearby with a beard to his knees, shush the two of you. That made you and Peter laugh together, but quietly and to each other. 

 “Okay Tarzan.” Peter said mockingly. You bumped your shoulder against his and shook your head. “What?”

 “God, please don’t call me that.” You said with an embarrassed blush. 

 “Okay (y/n). I won’t.” He said softly, his gaze tender in the dim lights of the cafe. You grinned to yourself at how cute he was and sipped your coffee, both of your attentions returning to the music. 

 You adjusted your leg under the table from being crossed to flat feet on the ground, and your knee bumped his. He glanced at you and you glanced at him and the both of you quietly blushed to yourselves and settled into this position. No one moved and everything else in the café faded into the dim lights as you two lived different lives with the evolving sound of the song. He took his last sip and sat quietly, glancing at you every time you took a sip because your eyelashes fluttered every time just slightly and not enough for him to even notice if he wasn’t in tune with everything you were doing. 

 “My coffee’s gone.” You whispered. He nodded. “Should we…?”

 “Yeah, I’ll walk you home.” He said and stood up before you to take your mugs and set them on the clean up table a couple steps away. When you got up from your seat he pulled your jacket off of the back and helped you put it on. He was much faster than you at getting his jacket off of the chair and slipping it on. 

 Soft and stylish jazz poured with the scent of mocha and fresh pastries into the street at the heels of your feet. You reached a hand up to rub your neck, twirled your fingers in the hair at the base to focus on something other than the person walking next to you. 

 “You know you don’t have to walk me home.” You said honestly, but also in a way that conveyed to him that even though he didn’t have to walk you home, you still wanted him to. 

 “I want to.” He said honestly, and in a way that conveyed that he wanted to walk you home, because those were the exact words he said. 

 “That’s sweet of you, I mean- this is sweet of you to do.” You adjusted the light scarf around your neck, relaxed into an easy stride. He walked in step with you, stuck his hands in his coat pocket to shield from the evening chill. 

 “I’m heading the same way, anyway.” He said with a tinge to his voice that made your skin warm. 

 The scent of mocha faded the further you made it away from the cafe, naturally. Instead you started becoming aware of the cologne he was wearing. It was nice, and not too strong, which was very important because most people your age were never sure how much was too much. He knew the limit. 

 “Right, so it’s not like you’re not getting something out of this too… it’s mutually favoring.” You said, your voice growing with excitement.

 He laughed a kind laugh and settled into a full smile, and it made your heart flutter just slightly. He looked to you and nodded a couple times. You grinned. People on the street passed the two of you by. A couple holding hands, shoulders leaning together in a relaxed position as if that’s how they’d been taught to walk at the start. A homeless woman who looked just as relaxed as the couple. The night giving off he feeling that everything was alright, or at least was going to be.

 “You’re clever.” He said looking forward. You stepped further away from him to allow a man pushing a baby cart through without fear he’d have to veer off to avoid hitting either of you. He pulled a hand from his pocket to push a stray hair fallen over his forehead back into place. When you came back to walk next to him, your hands brushed together. He didn’t step away from you, you didn’t drift away from him, allowing the moment to exist on its own. 

 “So, are you originally from Queens?” You asked. 

 “No, I-uh, I moved in with my aunt and uncle when I was six. I’m from Forest Hills.” He sounded like this was almost hard to say. You inhaled a cool breath, tilted your head as you took in what he said.

 “I think I know where that is. I think I have a spare Uncle that lives around there.” You said. 

 He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Are you from Queens?”

 “No, uh-uh…” You said as you adjusted your scarf once again, never satisfied with the way it rest on your neck. “I’m from out of state.”

“Which state?” He asked. 

 “A lame one.” You said, making him laugh a little bit. You smiled. “Really not important.”

 “It’s important to me!” He said with an exclamation point at the end of his sentence.  

 “Ho- okay! Alright. I’ll trade you. Tell me why you moved to Queens and I’ll tell you where I moved to Queens from.” You said nudging his shoulder with yours. He looked uncomfortable. “You don’t have to tell me.”

 “No, it’s cool. I’m good.” He said. 

 “Really, you don’t have to tell me.” You said setting a hand on his shoulder. He looked to you and his eyes said he was fine. 

 “My parents died in a plane crash. But I don’t want you to feel sorry for me! Don’t worry about it hurting me that I said it!” Your eyes widened and you stopped walking. He took a step ahead of you and then stopped.

 “I shouldn’t have pried.” You said quietly while looking at the ground. He stepped in front of your sight, but you didn’t look anywhere but at his knees. 

“If I didn’t want to tell you I wouldn’t have.” He said truthfully. When you looked up and met his gaze, his lips were parted worriedly. You nodded. “I’m fine.”

 “What, uhm-” you searched his face for a sign of what to say, of how to react. “How-?”

 “So… where are you from?” He asked and stars shined in your eyes just briefly. You took a step closer to him, but also to the side, so that while he was facing you, you were turning him to face the way of the sidewalk. Once positioned, you stepped back to his side and continued on. 

 “I’m from Colorado.” You said with a scoff. 

 “That’s not lame.” He said. 

 “It’s no New York. It’s no California.” You said, thankful that the tone shifted so easily. 

 “At least it’s not Ohio.” He said making you chuckle. 

 “You’re so right, Ohio is the worst…” you said as you started laughing lightly. He watched sunshine sprout from the sound of your joy and wished he’d known about this source of light earlier on in his life. “How are your aunt and uncle?”

 “Uh…” he said awkwardly. You sort of half gasped. 

 “Are they… are they gone too?” You asked quietly. 

 “Just my uncle.” He said.

 “I’m like Ohio.” You said with your lips in the shape of an o. 

 “What?” He asked lightly. 

 “I’m the worst.” You said, making him laugh fully. Happily. “I am sorry about that. I know what it’s like to not have important people in your life.” 

 “Yeah?” He asked, his hand brushing yours again. You half suspected that he had done it on purpose, so when you left you hand to dangle while you walked some more, he did it again. 

 “Yeah, but not like that. I understand the pain though.” 

 “It can be hard, distressing, but then sometimes you meet people that help make it better.” He said looking at you. 

 You bumped his shoulder, brushed your hand against his, but this time there was no swing away. His finger wrapped around yours and as you walked your hands slowly came together until your fingers were intertwined and you were holding hands. You looked to him smiling, and he looked to you the same. Right when you parted your lips to speak, thick drops of water started pouring down on you.

 Quickly, the two of you ran into a maintenance door nearby for shelter and realized that the only way to be under fully was the stand sideways, nose to nose. You looked down blushing, but he smiled and watched you as you blushed. A puddle was forming off of the sidewalk and on the road. One man in a big, heavy coat stomped his way down the sidewalk with a large briefcase held over his head. The two of you watched the way the streetlights shined off the water. 

 “Is it raining?” You asked, upset that you were now damp, but glad the two of you were now almost flush against each other. He shook his head. 

“There’s a rooftop garden over there.” He pointed to where the water droplets looked thicker. 

 “How do you know that?” You asked. He cleared his throat, looked around. 

 “Not sure-” he said quickly. You stuck your tongue behind your teeth and smiled as you nodded your head. Eyebrows furrowed in suspension. 

 “Okay, alright. You don’t have to tell me. I’ll let it be a mystery.” You said tapping your index fingertip against the end of his nose. 

 He chuckled. You grinned, and he smiled at you, and you exhaled shakily. He did the same. Your eyes looked up to his and you could hear your heartbeat, feel your hands shaking. He must’ve seen because he took them in his and rubbed his thumbs against your palms. You gasped just slightly at the sheer kindness of the act. 

 “Who are you?” You asked so soft it was hardly heard over the soft patter of water on the cement. 

 He grinned and licked his lips quickly. You edged your chin upward, and he sighed softly. He shuffled forward toward you and held your hands at his sides. You could feel the nervousness radiating off of him because it was coming off of you too. The tips of your noses brushed together and you felt him exhale with a smile. His breath started to puff warmly over your lips, you watched his eyelashes flutter to a close and yours started to so the same. He let go of one of your hands and shakily cupped your cheek. Then, a car horn honked and you bumped foreheads. 

 “Oh sorry-” He said, both of you popping your eyes open. You rubbed your forehead. He brushed a thumb over your cheek once and then pulled away. You bit your bottom lip like a fool in love.

 “No, I’m -” you laughed. “It’s okay.”

 “The sprinklers turned off, too.” He said gently. 

 “Yeah.” You whispered. “That’s too bad.”

 He took your hand softly, and pulled you from out of the doorway. You walked like this and in the quiet for a long time. No more car horns or unexpected showers to stop the two of you from calmly enjoying this rare moment in life. Two near strangers living in a scene cut right out of a romance novel. Sadly, you were at your complex. 

 “This is my stop.” You sounded upset, but also in a way that conveyed how much you really did have to go. He nodded, inhaled a loud breath to show his own upset. 

 “Maybe I’ll see you sometime soon?” He said with an intrigued tone; almost as a question. You nodded, adjusted your scarf again. He grinned.

 “I’d like that a lot, Peter Parker.” You said just before stepping up the first step to the entrance. He moved to stand right in front of you, stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It was nice to meet you.. thank you for walking me home.”

 “I was heading this way anyways.” He said. You grinned. 

 “Yeah, that’s what you said earlier.” You said in a low tone.  

 “Yeah…” he said, trailing the word on forever. 

 “Yeah,” you started to smile and then so did he and you were softly laughing together. “I’m gonna head in.”

 “Okay, (y/n).” His features relaxed and his eyes were glittery as he looked up at you on that first step. 

 You leaned forward toward him and he closed his eyes and started to pucker his lips until you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was warm and started smiling before you even pulled away. 

 “I’ll see you around.” You said.

 “See you around.” He said.

 You headed up the rest of the steps and just before you went inside you glanced back at him and smiled. He waved goodbye and then turned on his heel to head back in the same direction the two of you had been walking. Peter Parker only lived a couple buildings from the cafe.

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Giving love a shot part 53

♡Jae’s views♡

Jay’s been pretty stress out lately. He’s worry about me being pregnant and working, he’s not going to tell me to stop, but he think I’m over doing it a bit.

He’s been on the set of a music video since 5AM, shooting both the video and the dance version.

Reasons why I sometime hate going on his set, why are you shooting in odd places. It feels like a bunch of people doing stuff they shouldn’t be doing.

*Meanwhile*

“I think your wife is here”

Jay: where?

Looking from a distance, the only  person  I know who would wear that high of a heel while pregnant is her.

“Should we stop shooting?”

Jay: no, act like you’re not recording.

“But that’s-”

Jay: I know

Simon: you gone have her on the shoot?

Gray: you know she’ll kill you right?

Jay: I’ll take the risk. If she ask you, just tell her they’re checking the cameras and are not actually recording.

Gray: okay.

*back to Jae*

This place is so weird, why is there a bed at a warehouse? Who sleeps there? Are they invading a homeless person privacy? 

Walking there Jay is on the bed sleeping.

Jae:*sits next to him, pushing  his hair out of the way* long day uh? *leans in and kisses him*

Jay:*open his eyes* hey what are you doing here? 

Jae: I wanted to see, I figure you might be worrying about me overworking

Jay: how you feeling?

Jae: better now, you?

Jay: soo much better now

Jae: are we being recorded?

Jay: no they’re just doing a sound check and you know all these things

Jae: oh

Jay: yeah just don’t mind them, so how was Work?

Jae: same, meetings, paper work, more meeting.

So we’re sitting here talking and out of nowhere it’s starting to rain. Out of nowhere.

Jae: I have to go

Jay: where? My car, the top is down I don’t want water to get in it.

Jae: *Walking off*

Jay: *follows her* you can’t go run in these shoes

Jae: I’m not ruining my car either *pulls her arms from him*

Jay: JAEHA!

Jae: *runs in the rain and to put the hood down*

Getting there thankfully I left the key and someone put it up for me. Going back I found mr.Stubborn waiting in the rain.

Jae: you shouldn’t be in the rain

Jay: I should be telling you that.

Jay: *wraps his arms around her* you know I don’t think we’ve ever kissed in the rain before.

Jae: mhmm I’m sure we did. On our first date, I told you it would rain, you said no, the sky is clear *mimics him* but then before we made it to the car, it poured like crazy. Even though I looked like a panda you still thought I was cute, you asked me out on that same night.

Jay: wow you remember everything

Jae: I remember a lot more.

Jay: mhmm that gives me a great idea

Jae: oh no

Jay: how about you go home get ready, and I’ll pick you up for a date

Jae: really?

Jay: yeah

Jae: you’re going to stood me up aren’t you?

Jay: I promise, and we haven’t really celebrated since we found out about our baby, and I also want you out of the rain so you wouldn’t get sick.

*back inside* □Jay’s Views□

Back inside the building, I made sure that Jaeha was fully dried up. Regardless of what or the night end up, I have to make it to that date.  

Jae: what time you’ll be home?

Jay: as soon as I’m done here

Jae: babe if-

Jay: I promised you didn’t I?

Jae: yeah but, I don’t want to be disappointed you know I’ve-

Jay: I know you’ve been very sensitive, tired and stressed. That’s why I am taking you out tonight.

Jae: okay well I should get going

Jay: you have plenty of time

Jae: I’m kind of sleepy so-

Jay: oh hell no, you can’t be driving in the rain while sleepy

Jae: Babe-

Jay: Jaejae no, and that’s my final answer. If you want to sleep go in my dressing room

Jae: I’m not going to sleep just anywhere.

Oh so help me if our kids are as stubborn as their mother I’m gonna need a lot of help. Thankfully the rain stop. I sent Jae home,  so I could finish up and take her out on our date.

After finishing everything I head back home. Getting there, Jaeha was getting ready. I’m not going to judge her since she fell asleep.

I couldn’t walk in at a better time.

Jae: *standing in front of the mirror wearing a black underwear, bra, and a garter belt* hey you’re home

Jay: I’m home

Jae:*walks towards him*  you look tired, *hugging him* we can reschedule our date if you want to rest

Jay: I’m okay

Jae: you sure, I won’t be disappointed you know

Jay: *raise his brows*

Jae: okay maybe a little, but if you’re tired-

Jay: you can go finish your hair, I’m going to rest until you have your dress on.

Jae: babe we can-

Jay: baby I’m alright, it’s okay.

Jae: okay *starts walking out, and then stops* by the way, my lawyer will be at your office if a strand of my hair appear in this music video. It’s sad you thought I wouldn’t noticed *tsk tsk tsk tsk *

Jay:*smh*

Even though we’re married, Jaeha and I don’t have the luxury to go out as much as we probably want to, so if I have the chance to treat her, tired or not I will do whatever it take to make her day.

We left the house after an hour. We dressed alike, both in white.

Jae: *wearing a two piece lace outfit*

*at sky deck restaurant*

For privacy, I got us a table somewhere by ourselves.

Jae: you look very handsome

Jay: thank you, and you’re looking as beautiful as the first day I saw you

Jae: *blushes* so you’re ready?

Jay: ready for?

Jae: being a dad

Jay: are you?

Jae: no, you?

Jay: I don’t have faith in myself, but I have faith in you. I know you’ll be a great mom, so I’m not really worried.

Jae: how many kids you think we’ll have?

Jay: three

Jae: three?

Jay: yeah, you’ll have multiple

Jae: I’m gonna need you to stop saying that.

Jay: I’m serious. I was looking online for symptoms of pregnant who’s having multiple, you have all of them

Jae: babe no, don’t say that.

Jay: you’ll be fine.

Jae: did you ever look into finding your parents the house?

Jay: I was looking I saw a few that I like, I’ll just need to have a day off to take them around so they can see which one they want.

Jae: oh okay

We talked about anything and everything. Seeing Jae’s smile made my day. The sounnds of her laugh makes all my fatigue disappears. I know all of this sounds cheesy, but I just can’t help it. Who would’ve thought that we was going to get married and now expecting a child.

*home*

Jae:*walks out of her closet in a satin night gown, see’s her exhausting husband on the bed* tired?

Jay: no really, you need something?

Jae: yea, can you go to the store for me? I need some pad, period

Jay: okay*grabs his phone to walk out without giving it a second thought * do you need anything else?

Jae: *smile and walk up to him, takes the phone put it back on the dresser, and starts taking off his jacket and shirt*

Jay: I thought-

Jae:  You’re tired

Jay: don’t you need-

Jae: I’m pregnant, I can’t have period. I was just checking to see how tired you were. You’re so done for the day.

Jay: oh

Jae: You should probably change your clothes I’ll get you something to wear *head to his drawers*

Jay: no need, I’m sleeping just like that tonight *remove his bottoms*

Jay: you’re joking

Jay: no

Jae: babe-

Jay: Jae let’s not

Jae: *throws her hands up surrender* 

Jay: you going to sleep?

Jae: no, I have an episode of Hello Counselor to watch

Jay: you still watch that?

Jae: yes *turns on the tv* I’m going to ignore you for an hour.

Jay: okay

Of course after he fell asleep I put something on him. I wasn’t feeling the whole Tarzan look he was going for.

It gets late in the night, but I couldn’t fall asleep. It started pouring like crazy, normally I’d be able to sleep, but I have so many things running through my mind I can’t even close my eyes.

I walk around the house, opening rooms thinking what it’s going to be like with kids around. Will the house that usually quiet gets loud? I have portrait on the wall from one to my Current age, are they going to be replace?

How will my relationship with Jay turns out? All the attention will shift from me to the kids? What kind of mom am I going to be? Am I going to turn out like my mother? Am I going to give up on my kid like she did?

That’s not good, I can’t be thinking like that. But what if it’s true, Jay’s going to love them more than me, and I’m just going to be a miserable house wife and become a bitter old woman 😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Jay: what are doing? *looking at her on the floor*

Jae: *bust out crying*

Jay: did I say something wrong?

Jae:*cries out loud*

Jay:*blankly stares at her* it’s going to be a long day. *follows her*  babe?

*1hr later*

*knock knock*

Eric: who’s knocking so early-*opens the door* Jaejae? It’s 7AM what are you doing here?

Jae:*stands in front of him in her pink satin nightwear with a coat over it and night slipper*

Eric: why are you still in you night clothes? Why are you wet? Did you guys had a fight? *pulls her inside*

Jae: you have guests? Why are you dress like that in the morning?

Eric: Mark and Joon, we just got back

Jae: do I want to know?

Eric: not really. Go upstairs an change your clothes then come back so we can talk.

After changing my clothes I went back down, only to find three pairs of eyes, waiting to question me.

Mark: are you going to tell us what’s wrong?

Joon: Jaejae we know you’re married, but you’re still our little sister, if Jay did something to you, we’d still kick his ass.

Eric: regardless of how cool we are with him, you still come first.

Jae: at least I know I have you guys

Joon: Always, now can you tell us what’s wrong?

Jae: I haven’t slept since yesterday, mind if I rest here for a bit?

Eric: of course not

Jae: *passes them a walk up to one of the rooms*

Joon: should we call Jay or not?

Mark: I’m going to sleep

Eric: thats It?

Mark: she’s going to sleep all day anyways, what do you guys want me to do, drive to her house and beat him up? To do that I still need to sleep first.

*Jay’s views*

So Mrs.Park left the house since 7 or 8 right now its about to be 7PM and she is still not back yet. And no as always she doesn’t have her cell phone.

*door slams*

Jae: hi *walks to her room*

Jay: hi? You spent the whole day out, where were you?

Jae: out

Jay: I know that, I meant where?

Jae:……

Jay: JAEHA!

Jae: *walks out to the kitchen for dinner*

Poking around the food, she never touched it. After dinner it’s like she’s avoiding me.

Jae: *typing on her computer with a frown on her face*

Jay:*sits next to her*

Jae: *clothes the laptop and leave the couch*

Jay: did I do something?

Honestly not how I planned my day off to be. Tomorrow is Jaeha’s appointment. Of course I  have to be there, but the way her mood is, if it doesn’t change, tomorrow is going to be a long long day.

Back to the room she’s on the bed staring out of space. She stayed quiet until it she fell asleep. Did I say or do something last night? Why is she upset? Better yet why is she mad at me?

The next morning, I watch her getting ready, I didnt even realize how big her stomach was getting. Have I been that busy that I didn’t notice it? Is that why she’s upset? Even with what she wore last night I couldn’t tell.

We get ready and leave.

At the hospital we took a lot longer than expected, because someone didn’t go to the hospital when they were suppose to. Now they have to do all the test and blood work and  this lady is not having it.

Dr: I got a call from your personal doctor and he tells me that you don’t like hospital that’s why you  missed your first appointment.

Jae: I was busy

Dr: he also sent me your medical records. You have an history with stress and depression.

Jae: I’m feeling fine

Dr: being stress and or having depression is really dangerous when you’re pregnant. They can put both your life and your babies in jeopardy. You’re not going to be able to take any medicine because they can be harmful to the babies.

Jay: what about working? She sometimes have to work  at home.

Overall she has to be in a stress free environments. We spent the majority of the day hospital. We got some not so good news, and also some great news.

*in the car*

Jay: you wanna stop somewhere to eat?

Jae: If you want to, I don’t really  care

Jay: are you going to tell me what’s wrong or not? Cause- *phone rings* it’s your dad

Jae: why you telling me? He must’ve need you since he call you.

Jay: maybe he knows that you never have your phone that’s why he calls mine

Jae:*glares at him*

Jay: Hello

Dad: hey son how are you?

Jay: I’m good how about yourself?

Dad: I’m alright, did I interrupted you guys?

Jay: not really no.

Dad: well I wanted to let you guys know that we’re in town for the weekend

Jay: oh okay.

After hanging up the phone with her dad, we head out to a restaurant for a late, really late lunch. And no she didn’t tell me what the problem was.

After I drop her home I went to Simon’s house there. There I try to find out what the problem is.

Jimin: I have no idea, if anything, ask Mark, cause Jaeha doesn’t keep secrets from him. Then again if it’s something really important Jaeha doesn’t want you to know, Mark won’t tell you even if you put a gun to his head

Jay: I thought we passed the whole keeping secret thing?

Jimin: there’s a certain things you just can’t help it’s a habit. Whenever anything happened the first people I have in my head is to call my are friends. It’s just a habit. 

Jay: I honestly don’t know what to do

Jimin: just give her time she’ll come around.

Simon and I talk business and then I head home. I head back home to my miserable wife. Walk in the room, I’ve never seen Jaeha look so perfect. I know , I know , I KNOW I’ve said that a lot but I just can’t help it.

Jae:*standing in the mirror trying to  braid her hair to the side wearing a crop gray shirt and one of Jay’s underpants as a short*

Jay: you’re practicing already?

Jae: *startle, and unbraid her unfinished hair* no *walks in her closet*

Jay: can you tell me what I did wrong? I’m totally lost. I at least need to know what I’m guilty of.

Jae: *walks back out*  don’t you have work in the morning?

*Jae’s views*

My feet are swollen I feel annoyed and irritating all over I can’t take Jay’s whining.  I’m wearing a little to nothing, I’m both cold and hot. Coming from the hospital today everything I heard make me more nervous and anxious, and even more worried than I was earlier.

I feel horrible but *grrr* it feels like I’m going crazy not talking to him.

Jae:*gets off the bed and went in his dressing room and hug him from behind*

Jay:*locks their fingers*

Jae: you’re going to dump me aren’t?

Jay: what? *turns around* what are you talking about?

Jae: you’re going to replace me with…them *looks down at her stomach*

Oh yeah Jay and I are having  twins… I guess he got his wish. Jay wanted multiples even before we we’re married.

Jay: what do you mean dump? You know that’s never going to happen

Jae: yea, you’re going to replace me with them and I’m going to be #3

*Jay’s views*

YOU MEAN TO TELL ME, SHE THROW TANTRUMS FOR TWO DAYS BECAUSE SHE THINK SOMEONE’S GOING TO TAKE ME FROM HER? why do I find that cute?

Jay:*chuckles*

Jae: that’s not funny *storms out*

Jay: babe come on. You know you’ll always be my number one.

Jae: you’re just saying that

Jay: kids or not, you’ll always be my number one, because someday they will get married, and it’ll be just you and I again.

Jae: what if I resent them?

Jay: that’s never going to happen. Also seeing you looking like got me thinking

Jae: Oh no, that’s never a good thing.

Jay: but whatever comes after is always good right?

Jae: I’m hungry

Jay: don’t change the subject

Jae: what subject?

Jay: I’ll let you slide this once. By the way are you planning on wearing everything I own?

Jae: no, just  the once that are comfortable.

Jay: *pulls her closer to his chest* babe?

Jae: mhm *traces his collarbone with her fingers*

Jay: you know I love you right?

Jae: I know

Jay: thank you

Jae: You’re welcome, and I’m sorry

Jay: for?

Jae: not being the perfect wife, you know a normal one.

Jay: what? What you mean?

Jae: you know everyone’s wives can cook, clean, you know they can do all those things and I can’t do any of them. I don’t even know how to wash clothes.

We had a great night, and it's  sad to say that  it was going to be our last peaceful night. The next few days Jaeha’s been having stomach pain.

We’re at the hospital and the doctor’s saying a bunch of things, all I want to know is are they going to be alright.

Dr: well I’m not really sure how to say that but  unfortunately, we need to do surgery

Mr.Han: surgery for what?

Dr: we need to remove the fetuses, that’s what causing her all these pain

Jay: you mean abort the babies?

Ms.Han: isn’t there anything else you can do, money isn’t the problem whatever it is I can pay for it. It’s their first kids that’s not a decision that’s going to be easy to make.

Dr: I know it’s a hard decision but, if you don’t do anything she’s going to be in worst pain. The bigger they get. And she can’t be taking too much medication.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this hopeless. I have to pick between my unborn children or my wife. I can’t even picture myself without Jaeha.

It’s 11pm she’s still sleeping. All her friends are here, and none of them show any signs of leaving.

Jay: you guys can go rest at home if you want to.

I know they won’t leave until she wakes up.

*day 3-4*

It’s going on four days, and Jaejae is still hasn’t waken up yet. I am beyond scared, we came here because she was having stomach pain, but it’s going on 4 days and she shows no signs of waking up.

Jay:*looking at his wife lifeless body on the bed, with tears running down his face*

#giving love a shot part 53 #khh #khh scenarios #khh imagines #jay park #park jaebum #jay park scenarios #jay park snaps #jay park imagine #aomg #aomg imagines #aomg scenarios #follow #follow the movement

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I was tagged by @mordebloggirl97 and @rigbyfangirl233 Thanks guys! :D

Rules: Answer all questions, then add one question of your own.

Coke or Pepsi: Gotta go with Coke.

Disney or Dreamworks: Definitely Disney, sorry Dreamworks, I love some of your movies but you’ve really jumped the shark lately.

Coffee of Tea: I don’t really drink coffee, and tea’s good, but I prefer hot chocolate over both. :3

Books or Movies: I love movies, but I still like books.

Windows or Mac: Windows.

DC or Marvel: Marvel.

XBox or Playstation: XBox, though I’m not much of a gamer.

Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Super Smash Bros.

Night Owl or Early Riser: Oh I’m definitely a night owl. *laughing slowly turning into sobbing*

Cards or Chess: Cards.

Chocolate or Vanilla: Depends on the food, but usually chocolate.

Vans or Converse: Vans.

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: Who in the what now?

For the next question: … Huh?

Fluff or Angst: Fluff, though I do love the occasional angst, too.

Beach or Forest: As much as I love the beach, I gotta go with the forest.

Dogs or Cats: Total dog-person right here!

Clear Skies or Rain: Depends. I like being in clear skies but I like watching rain.

Cooking or Eating Out: I can’t cook so… Eating out. XD

Spicy Food or Mild Food: I like spicy food but I can’t handle it, so mild food, haha.

Halloween/Samhaim/Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas.

Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot (and no, winter coats and AC are not an option): How dare you make me choose between this. Hmm… I think I’d have to go with a little too cold.

If you could have a superpower, what would it be: Shapeshifting.

Animation or Live Action: Animation, definitely.

Paragon or Renegade: Overwatch.

Baths or Showers: Showers.

Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Screw you, Rodgers, you little Republican Christian goody-goody. Team Iron Man all day.

Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Sci-Fi.

Do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they? If not do you think you will in the future: Yes, but I’ll only post one for the sake of space: “The things worth striving for never come easy.��

YouTube or Netflix: Netflix is great, but I couldn’t live without YouTube.

Classic Disney, Disney Renaissance or Modern Disney: I love them all, but I think Disney Renaissance has the most of my favorite Disney movies.

What would you tell you’re younger self: Whatever struggles you’re going through, they’ll end soon, just keep going.

If you could change one thing about the world around you, what would it be: First of all, get Donald Trump and all the rest of his conservative cronies/puppetmasters out of power, then fix climate change and habitat destruction.

Make Music or Listen to Music: I’d love to make music if I could, but since I can’t I have to settle with listening to it.

Shakespeare’s Comedies or Tragedies: Tragedies.

What song do you have stuck in your head right now: Ra Ra Rasputin-Boney M.

Going to a concert or a huge party: Huge party, there’s bound to be someone I know there.

Favorite Animal: Does a Tyrannosaurus rex count?

Favorite TV Show(s): Regular Show, Steven Universe, We Bare Bears, Codename: Kids Next Door, and Young Justice.

Favorite Disney Movie: Tarzan (1999), god I love the animation and soundtrack in that movie.

Favorite movie you watched in 2016: Kubo and the Two Strings, Laika Studios deserves better.

Dearest Childhood Memory: Picking up my first dog and taking her home.

The language you would love to learn: Ooh, I think I’d like to learn Japanese.

How many body mods do you have: None, I’m not a car.

What Inspires You: Movies/TV shows I like, other artists, and my friends/family/followers.

I tag: Whoever wants to do this! :D

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Was Tagged by @magically-strange

1. Coke or Pepsi: I don’t drink soda. But I guess if given a choice I’d pick Coke. Pepsi is too sweet for me 2: Disney or Dreamworks: They’re both good for different reasons. I think Dreamworks has given me more personally meaningful stories as of late though. Dreamworks experiments more than Disney does which can lead to both good and bad, but a lot of times Disney feels...safe. 3: Coffee or tea: Neither. I can’t drink coffee and people have tried to find me a Tea I’ll like but it all just tastes like grass juice to me. BLEGH. 4: Books or movies: Books. Always books. It takes me a lot of mental effort to sit down and watch something whereas I can pick up a book at the drop of a hat. 5: Windows or Mac: Windows.   6: DC or Marvel: Marvel. I haven’t really read much DC stuff (core universe) since the New 52 started years back. But at the same time I haven’t had a lot of money lately to buy many comics at all so I cut back a lot on Marvel too. 7: Xbox or Playstation: Playstation. The only Xbox I ever had was the original and it was probably the console I played the least. 8: Dragon Age or Mass Effect: I’ve never played either. I watched a roommate play through Dragon Age once though. Watched her go half-insane trying to Romance Fenris 9: Night owl or early riser: Night owl to the point where it becomes morning (oops) 10: Cards or chess: Chess when I was younger, but cards now that I’m older. 11: Chocolate or vanilla: Both. I’ve really started liking cooking with vanilla lately though. 12: Vans or Converse: I...don’t know the difference? Are we talking about vehicles or shoes? 13: Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: Uhm? 14: Fluff or angst: Fluff, but angst is good too so long as it isn’t RELENTLESS.. 15: Beach or forest: Forest! I miss living in the mountains and being surrounded by vast wilderness! 16: Dogs or Cats: Cats. 17: Clear skies or rain: Rain - make it a thunderstorm. 18: Cooking or eating out: I rarely ever eat out - saves money. 19: Spicy food or mild food: Mild, I am a pansy 20: Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Neither? 21: Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot (and no the winter coats and AC’s are not an option): A little too cold. At least then I can function. I am WORTHLESS when it’s hot 22: If you could have a superpower, what would it be: Shapeshifting! 23: Animation or live action: Animation. I like the artistry of it. 24: Paragon or renegade: Paragon - I never seem to be able to play evil storylines. I feel terrible. 25: Baths or showers: Showers. 26: Team Cap or Team Ironman: I haven’t seen Civil War so I dunno 27: Fantasy or Sci-Fi: MIX EM TOGETHER IN A BLENDER AND ADD A BIT OF HORROR! LET’S MAKE THIS FUN!! 28: Do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? If not do you think you will in future? “Life isn’t about weathering the storm, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.” (Can’t think of any others atm. This one is what I try to live by though.) 29: Youtube or Netflix: Youtube. I don’t have Netflix at the moment. 30. Classic Disney, Disney Renaissance, or Modern Disney?  Either classic or Renaissance. Because while a lot of the classics may not have been commercial successes I LOVED THEM as a kid. But my favourites now are probably Roger Rabbit, BatB, Mulan and Tarzan 31. What would you tell your younger self?   You’re gonna survive - this isn’t normal and you’re gonna get out of it.

32. If you could change one thing about the world around you, what would it be? That education was more freely available, I feel like that could solve a lot of problems.

33. Make music or listen to music? Listen, since I’m not much of a musician.

34.  Slow burn or Oneshot?: Depends on what I’m in the mood for/how much time I have!

#Tagged #About Me

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Tagged by @colonelassgrab. I’ve answered some of these, but there are even more questions now!

1. Coke or Pepsi: Usually neither, but I will drink Coke if there is rum in it.

2. Disney or Dreamworks: Some of my favs are in both. Prince of Egypt and Spirit for Dreamworks, Brother Bear and Tarzan for Disney. 

3. Coffee or tea: I drink coffee more often, but I also like tea.

4. Books or movies: Books. Though I haven’t been reading as much recently as I’d like.

5. Windows or Mac: Windows. I cannot stand switching to Mac. 

6. DC or Marvel: I don’t know...

7. Xbox or PlayStation: Playstation. That’s what my dad and brother got when I was younger, so that’s what I played too. But I play on PC now myself.

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Dragon Age. But I haven’t actually played Mass Effect yet, haha.

9. Night owl or early riser: Night owl. I am terrible at getting up in the morning.

10. Cards or chess: Cards.

11. Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.

12. Vans or Converse: I had a pair of Converse once.

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: I’m drawn to Trevelyans, but I also have a Lavellan. I hope to play a Cadash and Adaar eventually.

14. Fluff or angst: Both! But I think I tend to write more angst.

15. Beach or forest: Forest. Cause that means I’m probably in the mountains, haha.

16. Dogs or Cats: I love both, but would like to get a cat before a dog.

17. Clear Skies or Rain: Clear skies.

18. Cooking or eating out: Usually cooking. But eating out is fun.

19. Spicy food or mild food: Spicy :) I had red pepper flakes to my mac and cheese.

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas. I love holidays I spend with my family and get to eat a lot of really rich, savory food.

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot (and no the winter coats and ACs are not an option): A little too cold... but both sound incredibly terrible, lol.

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be: I want to be a waterbender.

23. Animation or Live action: Animation done right is great, and so is live action. I think some of my favorite movies are animation.

24. Paragon or Renegade?: I mean, I’m more of a paragon, but being a renegade isn’t necessarily bad.

25. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?: I’d like to visit Australia!

26. Which Mass Effect class do you play as? Never played. But it’s on the list!

27. If you could only make one type of joke (puns, dad jokes, gallow humor, innuendo, etc) for the rest of your life, what would it be?: Puns and dry sarcasm.

28: Mage, Rogue or Warrior?: I’ve played a lot of rogues lately. They’re still my fav.

Favorite Bioware Romantic Companion? Umm... I’ve only romanced Cullen and Solas so far. Cullen is my favorite, but he’s not a companion... but I don’t think Solas would be my fav romance. I think Dorian probably, when I get around to romancing him!

#ask meme #liv replies

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Tuacahn Amphitheatre

Tuacahn Amphitheater has grown tremendously over the past two decades

From humble beginnings as a community theatre to its reputation today as a truly unique and beloved proprietor of quality entertainment,

Tuacahn Amphitheatre

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When Tuacahn first opened its doors in the spring of 1995 for its debut production, UTAH!, it was initially intended to be the mainstay of the theatre. However, Tuacahn Amphitheater was destined for bigger things and 1999 saw the birth of Broadway in the Canyon; a new direction for the theatre that saw it staging unique productions of Broadway hit musicals, and selling out shows night after night, year after year.

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