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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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I'm so ready for this chapter

I'm a simple person. I see David, I get automatically happy. I'm a little late cause yesterday I couldn't find the time, but here I am once again:

"The London Institute stood before him, all glorious and redeemed – once again holding a beautiful love story of its own." Its only the beginning and David thinking poetry is my reason to live. ALSO, YESSS LONDON INSTITUTE

Ah yes, Kit running the London Institute is just amazing

"At moments like this, David wished he had magic too. He wished he could protect Max from all the people who tried to hurt him. He had seen the way people had hurt Max’s brother and his father. He would never let that happen to Max." My heart beats in Mavid!!

“Are you two sharing a room?” “I won’t tell the Consul," And " He didn’t think sharing a room with his son would do him any favours." had me laughing so hard 😂😂

"It was not easy to get accepted into Columbia University, but Rafael had managed since he was one of the smartest people David knew." I'm so proud of my baby!! 🥺🥺

“I bought you some scones.”jseyjwiwjdh 😏

"He was in David’s arms. His face buried in David’s neck." OH MY GOD. I JUST CANT WITH TO MUCH CUTENESS!!

Ok, I won't quote it but the scene where David saw the portraits is just so beautiful like... Ugh I love my Herondales and David so much!!

Okayy, I dont know who this guy is, so I'll keep my mind open

"Because I know you, David wanted to say. I just wish I knew what’s in your heart too." Ysgsksubdn THIS! Could I possibly love David more than I love him already??

"Of course I do. My Bapa would be personally offended otherwise.” Yup, I can confirm it

"Max often pretended like people’s words didn’t hurt him - just as he pretend that fire doesn’t burn or wounds don’t bleed.

But David knew, just beyond the surface, Max burned and bled like everyone else.

Despite his reputation as a ‘drama queen’ Max never let other people see his pain. He used humour and theatrics to hide it away." I feel this on a personal level

The mundane illnesses around shadowhunters is getting me worried ngl

"Until that, their only hope was Catarina Loss. David hoped someone sent that woman a fruit basket every single day for she went above and beyond to help shadowhunters affected by the mundane illnesses." She is such a Queen. Just. RESPECT

"Jackson Hayward" Mmm, I feel like I should know that name but I dont remember

KITTY CONTENT IS JUST *CHEF KISS*

“I’m not judging,” David smiled as he adjusted Max’s beanie. “You look very cute.” Max,’s cheeks turned purple again. David wondered why. He wondered if it had something to do with him. (David, I love you, but seriously???)

"Of course, the 'fun' mostly entailed Rafael stopping Georgia from drinking random potions she found in the stalls, Selena stopping Lexi from opening a psychic booth to help people talk to Raziel and of course David stopping Max from running to the gambling booths." 😂 I love how Selena, Rafael and David are the responsables and Max, Gigi and Lexi are the chaotic ones

THE GRUPO CHAT 😂😂😂

“Perhaps an unpublished snippet from the Beautiful Cordelia?” and “I do have a correspondence between an Iblis demon and Christopher Lightwood" just got me like: 😮😮

Oh god the necklace!!

"Most importantly, he didn’t want to cover his scar. He didn’t want to hide it. He wasn’t ashamed of it. It wasn’t a mark of a victim. It was the mark of a survivor." I'm so proud of David 💙

“I never wanted to be protected,” David had replied. “I only ever wanted to be loved.” 💙💙 this just hits so much

"Magnus Bane carried so much love inside himself you could literally feel it through him." YEAH, I would like to add this to the book of the two million reasons why I love Magnus Bane

That escalated quickly. Like... Jackson hit Max? And David hit Jackson? What?

“This is what I get for falling for a Lightwood-Bane,” I mean... Honey you knew what you were getting into

“I do love it when the quiet ones go feral," and “David! Is your hand okay?” just describes Magnus and Jace perfectly 😂

“Well, technically they are residents of the institute,” Tiberius pushed back his glasses. “So, as the Head of the insti-” “Babe, no!” Kit shushed his boyfriend. (OH GOD THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL!! 💙)

“It’s alright, Chouchou,” Mr Herondale ran a hand through David’s hair. “Next time, just-” “Use my words?” David asked. “Just don’t get caught,” the man winked. “Jace!” the Consul hissed. “What do you want me to say to him, Alec?” the man demanded. “Be nice? This is David we are talking about! You can’t get nicer than this!” “David, I appreciate you standing up for Max,” the Consul said. “But next time, please try not to punch anyone in the face.” “Yes, sir,” David nodded. “Because it’s wrong.” “Because it means more paperwork for me,” the Consul groaned and then straightened up. “But yes. Absolutely. Very wrong. No punching people!” (I'm sorry, I just had to quote all of it cause I laughed way to hard😂)

I knew that name was familiar!! Oh, god this is a plot twist. Oh my precious boy must be protected at all cost!!! HE DESERVES HAPPINES!

"It made David want to kiss him. But then the Consul spoke, and David reminded himself he didn’t want to be the third person to get punched in the face this evening." David fearing Alec never fails to make me laugh 😂😂

But if he tries to hurt you-” “You will unleash hell?” David chuckled. “Worse,” the other man grinned. “I will unleash Lexi.” It was definitely much worse. (Hell yeah, she is amazing!)

FUCK, now I want to protect Jackson with my whole soul from the nightmares and everything else🥺🥺

Wow. I feel like I should quote lots of things from all that scene, but its just that it was all so amazing and I wouldn't finish. Like... The story, telling each other their past, talking about therapy. (Kit is right, shadowhunter need therapy!!) They would really be an amazing group

Also, David reading to Jackson was so wholesome 🥺🥺 and the whole scene was deep and beautiful!!

Yess, my boys going to therapy giving priority to their mental health is my sterotonine supply

"Well, I hope it works out well for you,” Jackson grinned. “What is that supposed to mean?” “You know what it means,” Jackson grinned harder. “Also, if that wanker tries to break your heart, I will break his face.” “You know he is the Consul’s son?” David giggled.“I’ve done it once and I will do it again,” Jackson shrugged. “He better treat you right.” “Stop it!” David had blushed and hugged him tighter, saying goodbye once more. (I STAN THIS FRIENDSHIP!!)

"Selena had broken the news that she was enrolling into Scholomance next month.This family was his soul." YESS, SELENA IS A QUEEN

"After the twins went to bed, David stepped out of the institute and went looking for his heart." ajkeyejdodj he is just to pure 🥺🥺

"At first it had felt odd. A little unsteady. And then somewhere along the way, Max’s heartbeat had become the steadiest thing in David’s life. Max, with all his chaos and drama and danger, had become the steadiest thing in David’s life." Thanks, I'm emo 🥺💙💙

"Even if Max loved him…Could Max possibly love him as much David loved the other boy?" MY HEART!!

"His love for Max was endless and impossible. Did Max love him like that? Impossibly?" JDHWJSUDH🥺🥺

“Maxwell Lightwood-Bane,” David whispered. “Love is your birth right.”

"One minute he had been laughing at the portal, his heart full of pride. The next, he was in Max’s arms, kissing the other boy." HOLY SHIT THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL!! ALL OF IT!! AND DAVID FALLING TO THE POND? *LOTS OF CHEF KISSES*

UGH I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH AND I COULD GO EXPLAINING EVERYTHING, BUT IT WOULD MAKE THIS WAY LONGER THAT IT ALREAY IS

Anyway, David is beautiful. I stan Mavid and we love Jackson 💙💙

This was so beautiful. I love how much you and appreciate David 🥺 It makes so emotional send help 😭😭😭😭

Also this is David Tiktok 🤣🤭😎

#lbaf #david beauchamp

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ninjakasuga · 4 years

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Sonsal Celebration Year 2, Day 4: Choice

Here we go again; prompt number four for day four. I hope everyone is enjoying the fun we’re having with the Sonsal celebration hosted by @boundforfreedomsonsal and hope you all look forward to the rest of the celebration prompts as they come!

Choice: “Nrghh, I can’t make up my mind Sal!”

Sitting in the chair by her desk desk in their bedroom; Sally continued to dry her hair with a towel, while another was wrapped around her figure. Craning her head towards Sonic as he stood by a full-length mirror, with two different dress coats in hand. A small smile curls on her lips as she instantly figured out his problem. “Having trouble deciding on what suit to wear Sonic?”

Turning to face her, the hedgehog’s expression was that of a childish pout, two clicks away from blowing a blood vessel. “I don’t do clothes besides my gloves and shoes on principal, but now I gotta wear a monkey suit. Pants and a shirt and jacket, man it’ll drag me down! Plus, I dunno which of these things looks good, they’re both fancy as heck!” He ranted, holding up, each suit and jacket pair to place emphasis on his points.

As she finished tying the towel around her head, she got up from the chair and walked over her main squeeze, eyeing each outfit as she spoke to him sympathetically. “I know a fancy dinner isn’t your thing, but it’s a dinner with both of our parents and my brother and his family. A family get-together and celebration of our recent good fortunes.” Gently she brought a hand up to run through his head-quills, allowing herself a content smile as he made a soft murring sound and closed his eyes. Obviously enjoying her handiwork very much. “Your Mother’s pregnancy, my Father’s health taking a turn for the better, your Dad being deroboticized, the recent victories.”

“-Getting you back.” He added, opening his eyes, his gaze looking upon her with slight concern. When he didn’t see the ‘dead dread’ in Sally’s eyes, relief flooded Sonic. That was a sign Sally was slowly making progress recovering from the mental distress of that ordeal. Often times bringing it up, she would get quiet, nervous, and starting to relive events in her mind. Putting the two outfits on small hooks on the wall, he turns to face her and takes her hands into his as their eyes meet again. “You good Sal?” He inquired gently, wanting to confirm things were alright regardless.

With a wry smile and a nod, Sally leaned in so their noses brushed together. “I’m good hun, the nightmares happen less and less, and I don’t, start having vivid flashbacks from just bringing it up.” Inching closer, she kissed him, looking deeply into his emerald orbs seeing the worry and love in them for her. “You don’t need to be on eggshells around me with that topic.”

Squeezing her hands the speedy hedgehog let himself chuckle. “Just checkin’ Sal, I know you’re no pushover, but a Hedgehog worries from time to time.”

“Worry no more my love, now as for your outfit woes…” Looking over at the choices, she points to the right one. “That one.”

Eyeballing the outfit, a simple black pair of slacks, and matching sports coat with a white button-up shirt, and a solid red tie. “Why that one?”

“It’s nice and the colors compliment your blue quills and your tan fur.” She replied, reaching up to run a finger along his tan-colored muzzle. “Plus, it’s simple, no extra frills, but stylish, at least I think you’ll make the suit look good.”A laugh erupted from Sonic’s throat, unable to help himself at her compliment.

“Well, do make cool, look cool so I’ll take your word for it.” He smiled, wide and knowing he was full of bull, to which both of them enjoyed a long chuckle and a hug. “Thanks for the assist hun.”

“Anytime.” Kissing his cheek, she walked over to her own dressing area and removed her towel around her figure. At the wolf-whistle coming from her boyfriend, she looked over her shoulder. “Behave, you’ve seen me fully unclothed plenty of times.”

Waggling his eyebrows, Sonic flashed one of his trademark cocky grins. “Doesn’t mean I ever tire of it. Especially with that tail wagging at me.”

As if to defy him she shook her booty and even wagged her tail, but held up a hand, wagging her finger in a ‘no-no’ gesture. “We have dinner in a few hours. I want to get ready in time. So this time my dear Sonic, fight the urge to jump me. I’m doing the same if it’s any consolation.”

Crossing his arms, the blue hedgehog sighed dramatically. “Oh, aaaalllright. I guess I can not jump my beautiful, smart, sexy, amazing girlfriend this once.” After playfully sticking his tongue at her; to which she had a good laugh, (which made him smile inside) he turned away and walked out of their bedroom to let her finish her ‘fancying up’ without giving into ‘temptation’.

He wasn’t that bad, well most of the time he wasn’t. Maybe, occasionally he let his ‘lower brain’ do the thinking. After all, who could resist that fluffy tail wagging at them? He sure couldn’t!

“Oh Sonic, you have it bad.” He chuckled to himself, smiling and stopping in the middle of their shared living space, and just, admiring their relatively new home. Not long after his Mother announced her pregnancy; Sally and he had a sit-down and talk about the other… thing that happened that day. Specifically being busted for having a ‘sexy sleepover’ at his folks home. Suffice to say, they were a bit gun-shy about it happening again, and both cringed if there was a repeat concerning Sally’s folks instead of his. Sonic rather liked not being on Max’s bad side, and undoing any respect he gained from both her folks in general nor did they want to wear out any welcome or leeway his parents were already giving them.

So they made a choice and opted to get a home together. Of course, Nicole built it via her nanites, but they both had input on the interior set up and design. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs. The only real hurdle was doing so without stirring up any hubbub with their parents, well more Sally’s than his given their traditional sensibilities. His folks as expected instantly supported the idea, so it was down to a discussion with the Acorns. Suffice to say, Sonic was gobsmacked when Sally and he explained their plans to Max and Alicia, neither objected and gave their blessing.

“All I ask is you keep loving and protecting our daughter as you always have Sonic, and yes you can have our blessing.” Max had said plaintively as if the topic was a simple affair. Alicia chimed in her own words of blessing, and well, boom, here they were. To this day Sonic was still unsure what happened to improve his standing with Sally’s folks but he was grateful for it. Having their own home; felt like a big step in their lives, and one both of them were ready to take.

Oh sure, they had some small arguments about this and that, habits both had that got on the other’s nerves, or each having a preferred method to solving a home issue. Yet for any bickering or actual argument they had, to Sonic it felt like they came out of it wiser, and closer. Cleaning the house, making meals together, tending to the small garden outside, even decorating felt new and another experience to strengthen their bonds. Not to mention the privacy was nice; they could walk around practically naked without care if they wanted, and well the improvement of their sex lives could not be understated.

They’d only been living together for two months now, but it felt longer and, almost magical in how soothing having something that was ‘theirs’ to call their own. Everything gave Sonic optimism about their future co-habitation. In fact, as such optimism swelled in his chest, he walked over to a small alcove and reached into a vase and retrieved a small black box hidden within it. Opening the box, he admired the simple, forged re-sized power ring topped with a special gemstone he recovered on one of his adventures. Closing the box he looked up towards the doorway to the bedroom, wondering if he should wait a bit longer, or make the choice and ask Sally the big question now?

The hedgehog’s answer came almost instantly as his brain seemed to work in tandem with his heart. Smiling, he holds the box behind his back and walks back towards the bedroom. “Hey Sal, got a second?”

“What is it Sonic?”He smiled as he strode in, his tone playful. “Oh, nothing much, just a question I’ve been burning to ask ya’ hun.”

That night, Sonic not only got a resounding ‘YES!’ to his question; but the two were, a little ‘late’ to the dinner party, but luckily for them, they had a proper excuse that made the celebration that night, all the more memorable.

Author Notes: I admit this one gave me some trouble and I found myself kind of ‘adding’ to the actual ‘choice’ into several choices. The first choice being Sonic’s outfit, then the choice of the two acquiring a home together, as well as making the leap to being a live-in couple together. Lastly, Sonic’s deciding to propose to Sally that night.

#Sonsal #Sonally #boundingforfreedomsonsal #Fanfiction #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sally Acorn #Archie Sonic #romance #prompt choice #archie prereboot #boundingforfreedom celebration year 2

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kingofdirtandnothing · 3 years

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@polyfacetious big ass Christmas Drabble Extravagaza: Day Ten

Miles has been lurking. Kinda.

Because lurking is a way nicer way to say he’s been kind of, sort of stalking the cute guy who worked at the flower shop. Because homeboy was tall, and handsome as hell, et cetera, et cetera.

Miles just...needed some time to figure things out. How to go about it. No rushing in half cocked, that’s what his mom would say. Because that’s what Dad would do. And they were trying to keep Dad from doing that.

Which is how Miles ended up Fresh Prince-ing it, and moving from Chicago all the way to Monte Carlo, to try and help his dad. His parents had been divorced since he was five years old, and honestly the thought of them being together was weirder than anything.

Mark had never tried to be his dad, and Miles always appreciated that. He loved Mark like family too, but those were shoes no one else could fill. No matter what ocean was between them. So when Mom started worrying about Dad’s mental health, it made sense for Miles to be the one to step up.

He graduated last year, and this was a free freaking year between high school and college. A year to party and do whatever he wanted, before he buckled down and got his life on track. Chemical engineering degrees weren’t going to get themselves.

And at first, Miles thought about just going for it. Sauntering up in there, handing his phone over to the cute white boy and going ‘hey sexy, call me sometime’. Because if there was one thing Miles was good at, it was getting numbers. And yeah, he could have dropped this whole virginity thing awhile ago if he wanted to, but he was waiting for someone special.

That was Dad’s fault. Mom and Mark told him a whole bunch of times that sex was just something people did, and as long as he was safe with it, that it was En Bee Dee. No big deal. But Dad...Dad talked about love and relationships like they were some kind of fragile antique. That it was worth it to wait for the right person for your first time.

And now he was here, and staying here for at least a year, and every time Miles wound himself up to go spit game at the cute white boy florist, he stopped himself. Because Max (he wore a name tag, it’s not like Miles was some kind of creepy Facebook stalker) had real nice eyes and a pretty smile, and he seemed like a cool ass dude.

You didn’t go in on nice people like that. (Somewhere in the back of his head, he can hear his mom’s voice asking him ‘why would you treat anyone like that, why does their worth define your perception?’ but Miles isn’t listening because he’s eighteen, he can only take so much psychological shit in a day, thanks mom.)

So now Miles was trying to figure out how to do this right. Because it was decided, which maybe he shouldn’t decide shit without actually talking to the guy, but too late. Miles was going to date the cute white boy, and he was going to do everything right, full meet cute and shit, and he was gonna win him over, then get his cherry popped all romantically. It was a Plan. Capital letters and everything.

But he’d never actually done this before, and the books in the romance section in Dad’s shop weren’t super helpful. Probably because most of them were super heteronormative and lame, but Miles had snuck out some pearls of wisdom.

Like...food. Food was always the way to win somebody over. If you were into somebody and they didn’t like food, then you needed to clear the fuck out and find somebody else.

So Miles decided that he was going to win Max over with food. And after an afternoon group chat texting spree with Mark and Mom, who was definitely not working even though she was at work, they decided that Miles cooking at home would be too intense to start off with. Way too much room for rejection. Also, Miles couldn’t cook for shit, so.

Take away. That’s what he was going to start with. The good stuff, from Diego’s, because you had to eat it fast, while it was still warm, so it gave Miles a reason to stick around the flower shop and talk. Then maybe by the time they were done eating, he could drop an ask for Max’s number and walk out of there, smooth as butter.

Now, he just had to survive Diego and get the tacos. Which was easier said than done, because Diego liked to talk mad shit, especially once he realized that Miles spoke Spanish. (And Miles realized that Diego stuttered way less in Spanish, so he dusted off his Rosetta Stone and practiced that shit at night, just to make sure it was all fresh in his mind.)

Thankfully, it was late enough in the afternoon that the line wasn’t too long. Diego’s got mad busy around noon, because everyone knew when he started cooking fresh and they wanted to get the food right off of the grill.

But Miles, he knew the better secret. If you waited for the lunch crowd to thin out and bail, then Diego would have to make stuff fresh for you anyway. Still the same fresh off the grill meat and tortillas, but none of the wait.

Then again, Miles didn’t have a job to get back to, so maybe that had something to do with why his secret tip worked for him and not for anybody else.

“Que pasa, homie!” Miles throws his arms out wide when he steps into the little shop, and is greeted with Diego leaning across the counter to smack knuckles with him, and then pull Miles into one of those single armed hugs that dudes did.

“You’re late today.” Diego glances up at the clock. It’s closer to two than it is to one, and Miles has made a habit of being here about fifteen after one, most days.

“Yeah. I was texting with my mom, you know how it is.” Diego’s eyes are big and brown and warm, lips tugging up into a smile. You wouldn’t live if you said it to his face, but everybody knew Diego was a Class A Mama’s Boy.

“Yeah, for sure.” Diego smacks him in the arm one more time before he turns back to the flat top behind the counter. “Your usual?”

There’s a pang of nerves, like drunk butterflies behind Miles’ ribs. “Two actually.” That gets him a raised eyebrow from Diego. Dad usually ate with M’Baku and James at the book store. And when they ate lunch together, it was almost always at Tony’s. (Because Tony would feed Dad for free, that place was not cheap.)

“Two huh?” It doesn’t take more than a second for Diego to hone in on it. Dude was like a sexy, stuttering shark. “You got a date or something, hermano?”

See, that was tricky. Because Diego was opening the door up to talk shit about him, but he was doing it in a way that made Miles feel warm and fuzzy. What a jerk. “Hopefully.” Fuck it, there was no such thing as too much input. “I’m gonna take it over to the hot guy at the flower shop and see if I can get the digits.” Miles holds up his phone, giving it a little shake.

“Max?” Diego’s laughter is big and bright. If ever there was a dude who guffawed, it was Diego. “Man, I wouldn’t have pegged him as your type.”

See, there it was. Here came the shit talking. But for once, Miles was ready. “Nuh uh, man.” He waggles a finger in Diego’s face, after he shoves his phone back into the back pocket of his jeans. “You don’t get to come at me about being white boy thirsty, you hear me?”

That earns him something that’s somewhere between a cough, a laugh and a gurgle, and Diego gives him the finger, chopping the meat up on the grill with the other hand. Yeah, being a mama’s boy wasn’t the only thing Miles knew about Diego. Homeboy had it bad for Klaus across the street.

But Miles can’t leave it at that, and it’s not like he can talk to his parents about this part. They’d just ‘aww’ at him, and he can’t take that. “He’s hot, okay? And he seems nice.” Seems, because Miles has never actually talked to the dude. He just hopes Diego won’t poke holes in his plan, here. They didn’t need a Titanic situation happening.

“Max is cool.” Diego agrees, dumping the meat into the corn tortillas in their red and white checked cardboard containers. “He knows a crazy lot about flowers, too. When I wanted to send some to my mom, he walked me around through there and told me what all the different ones meant, and how people used to send love letters with flowers. That shit was wild, like even the color mattered. Can you imagine? Sneaking somebody a random ass bouquet of flowers but instead of it really being random, you were telling them that you were crazy in love with them and wanted their body.”

Diego hands over the two containers of street tacos, a couple of napkins tucked underneath so that Miles wouldn’t forget. They go easy into Miles’ hands, and his thanks is swallowed up by Diego continuing to talk. “Play it cool, man. I don’t think he gets hit on a lot. So it might take him some time to realize that you’re actually into him. So don’t freak and bail, okay?”

Miles would love to take offense to that, except for the fact that he’s absolutely the kind of dude who would freak out and bail at the first sign of rejection. He had a delicate soul, okay? Fine, fine he could figure it out and power through the teeth grinding mortification of waiting to see if somebody was into you.

“Yeah yeah, I got it. Play it cool.” Miles backs up towards the door, pressing down his left heel and his right toe to do a little about face before he gets the gross, mushy shit out. “Thanks man, you’re the best.”

And of course, his emotional maturity is rewarded with Diego shouting ‘I LOVE YOU BABY, YOU’RE SO GOOD TO ME’ and making obnoxious sucking kissy noises as Miles hurries out of the door and onto the street. Miles could still hear him with the door closed. What an asshole. (Miles loved the shit outta him.)

It’s four buildings down and crossing the street before Miles finds himself in front of the Midgar Flower Shop. And it’s only when he’s standing there that Miles realized he didn’t even check if Max was working today. What the hell was he going to do with extra tacos if Max wasn’t here? Miles couldn’t give them to the pretty brunette, he didn’t want her to get any ideas-

-”Max is inside. I’ll be back in thirty minutes! You guys have fun!” Speak of the adorable devil, Miles swears a blue streak as the pretty brunette pats him on the back and actually fucking skips away from him, her ponytail bouncing in the breeze. Someone really needed to put a bell on her.

Miles pulls in a deep breath and steps inside, all those worried butterflies in his stomach turning into dancing ones when Max looks up from where he was cutting the stems on some flowers, and smiles at him. “Hey. What can I do for you?”

Miles offers over one of the containers of street tacos, his heart sitting high in his throat..

“Diego was having a special.” No he wasn’t. “Buy one, get one free.” He would never. Stepping up to the counter, Miles puts Max’s tacos down, in case he needed to make a swift exit.

“You looked kinda hungry, so I figured I’d see if you wanted them or something.”

#ch: miles #polyfacetious | max #surprise bitch I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me etc etc #v: expats row #queued #carlota's christmas drabbles

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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Guiding Light

Warnings: Coming Out, Struggles with sexuality and gender, religion

Ship: Remile

Plot: Remy is struggling to come out, but he bites the bullet anyway, reinstating that throughout everything he has always been, to Emile, the bravest person he’s ever known.

(In which Emile is a flowery British boy and Remy is a badass Maltese and Catholic trans man)

“Relate to my youth,

Well I’m still in awe of you,

Discover some new truth,

That was always wrapped around you,”

-Guiding Light, Mumford and Sons

Remy has always been bad at his religion. Growing up on a small island in the Mediterranean infamous for its lack of giving a shit about everyone else’s feelings, he’d entered professional boxing in which he’d kicked the shit out of other people at the age of twelve. He was good at fighting, he enjoyed fighting. Growing up with a female body in a world full of men, being able to fight was a good thing. Yet, the realization that he’s not a girl still came with its shocked in the perspective of Catholicism.

He’d met Emile whilst studying abroad, the two had clicked very well despite Remy’s rather clumsy, heavily accented English of which, only really became clumsy because the cutest, most wonderful ray of sunshine of a boy, with bright blue hair started to talk to him about saving the environment. He forgot how to speak for a few seconds, his brain hitting panic mode with those bright blue eyes staring at him through rose tinted glasses. When he finally spoke his words came out in the wrong order.

Emile taught him a lot about gender and sexuality that he did not know, in multiple ways, as well as the idea that his religious identity didn’t have to clash with his sexual orientation and gender. In turn, Remy taught Emile self-defense and also the main ways to stun and/or knock out someone.

Emile likes flowers, he believes the world is a God in its own right. Remy believes God is a person but at this point, he’s leaning to the idea that God has to be a woman because men don’t create things as beautiful as Emile. The elder, full of roses and pastel cardigans, was a beautiful breath of fresh air in a toxic world. And the younger, whose outfits consisted of leather and ripped skinny jeans, clashes brilliantly next to him.

The definition of opposites attract.

And now Remy can’t stop fidgeting on the plane, toying with the short black stands of his hair and fidgeting under the warmth of his binder. He’d tried writing a text, anything, but nothing felt right. Somehow he feels just a little bit braver with a glass of JD down his throat and Emile holding his hand.

His parents greet him at the airport. His father is ex-navy, chubby and jovial, with his hair thinning and skin dark, his mother a brown-haired woman with a kind face and much lighter skin. They greet their son with hugs and warmth, and Remy has to try not to think about the fact that this love may wear off soon and that it comes with terms and conditions that he’s never read. Suddenly, life is a Twitter account and he’s never once checked the Terms of Service.

“You’re shaking,” Emile whispers as they trail behind Remy’s parents “Breathe,” They at least, already love this flowery man with vines and roses tattooed up his arms and now bright purple curls. Meeting Emile is usually a test to people’s conservatism, he’s hardly a picture of societal masculinity.

No, Emile is far too kind to conform to society.

Remy helps his dad with the cases and holds the door open to the car for Emile because they’re used to this rhythm in their relationship. Emile would do anything to make the other man’s life easier but he’d have to beat Remy to it first.

Sat around the dinner table, they say grace the way they do every time they sit down for dinner. Remy has to admit it’s been so long since he’d prayed but he’s thankful now he has the chance because if there’s ever a time to beg God for help it’s now. Eating, his father asks him through his deadname how University is going, if his studies are progressing. “Top marks all around,” He replies with a smile that chews on a name he’s not heard in a couple of years. “Doing great,”

“And how’s your mental health doing, sweetheart, you told us you were seeing a doctor over there?” Remy smiles and nods.

“Good, I started medication for it,” His mother smiles, pleased with his answer.

“Always happy to hear my baby is happy,” She beams as she digs into a meal she prepared. Traditional family roles, but not really forced, his dad tried very hard to cook and he could...basic meals. His mother had been raised by a chef and her cooking was one he’d pay millions to eat. She’d always said the fastest way to a man’s heart is through their stomach and as far as his dad was concerned, she was not wrong. Remy’s dad loved food, he loved trying to make it too. Remy inherited his father’s love for food and also his mother’s ability to cook it so it’s a win-win situation.

His dad had taught him how to fight instead, taught him how to stay active, to fend for himself. People always used to tell his dad that his weight would get in his way, but he’s one of the healthiest men Remy knows. He’s active, loves to walk, he’d never been skinny and could still kick ass. Remy adores his dad. And his mum.

He and Emile help his mum do the dishes whilst his dad clean up the kitchen tops and table. When they sit down to watch TV, Remy finally decides he can’t handle a moment longer of their love if it’s only on one condition.

“Ma, Pops, there’s something I need to tell you,”

There’s a moment of silence as he stands up and Emile gives him a small smile but for the first time in his life...Remy feels so small, so powerless, so afraid. Tears are already in his eyes as the TV is muted and all eyes are on him, he can see the understanding on his mother’s face before he’s even opened his mouth. “I’ve been trying to...to figure out...” He stammers, stumbles, every word he’s ever known both in his native tongue and English vanish completely. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you, I wanted to tell you before I went to university, I wanted to tell you via text or email and now I just can’t handle not telling you,”

Tears track his cheeks and he chokes on his words. Even as a child he’d never been much of a crier, he very rarely cried at all but then again his parents had always loved him so much and he’d always been quite spoiled despite the little money they had. “I’m not a girl,” He can’t breathe. “I’m a boy,” He really can’t breathe, he feels like he’s choking, the weight of the cross around his neck is digging into his skin.

“Oh honey,” His mum smiles, standing up to wrap his arms around him “I’ve had a feeling this day would come,” He bursts into tears against her, feeling like a child all over again as he gasps for breath “When you were little you used to say to me ‘mama I don’t want to be a girl,’ and for a while I thought it was simply because it’s a man’s world and you understood that too much,” He shakes a little, his legs feeling weak. “But as you got older I understood a little more, I even did research because there isn’t much here to help me understand,” Remy sniffles and wipes his eyes, exhaling shakily. “But no matter who you are, or what you are, you are always my child, and I will always love you, I love you more each and every time I learn how you’ve grown,”

Remy’s dad stands up, his face with a firm look as he holds out an arm for his son. “God makes no mistakes, son,” He says gently “You are who you are because of how he made you, and that is how he wanted you to be,” Remy nods against the other man’s chest “And you will be a better man than I could have been, back in my day they used to make more fun of people like you, it always felt wrong but I would never try to defend, as I got older I realized I should defend, and you, you are braver than I could have ever been because you embrace who you are despite what people may tell you,”

Emile smiles at the family, legs crossed as he leans his elbows on his knees and chin rested against the palm of his hands. “And you, son,” Remy’s father turns to him as he looks up at older man “Thank you for taking good care of my kid, we worry sometimes with,” He takes a moment to correct his own mind “Him, being so far away, but now I know for certain he’s in good hands, and you are always welcome to our table, I don’t care what your sexuality is, or where you come from, or who you worship, unless you want to talk about that is, I’d love to get to know my son’s boyfriend more, of course, it’s only proper, but you are always welcome here,”

Emile nods “Thank you, sir,”

“I go by Remy now,” Remy says quietly “It’s what people call me,”

“Remy, I like it, very Latin,” His mother beams that motherly smile, her eyes full of tears and pride and warmth. “You know I’m a fan of good French names, you stuck to the theme,” Remy laughs and nods, wiping his eyes.

And Emile, Emile who had been there through the confusion and fear and worries. Who had sat through every written and deleted text for the past two years, he couldn’t have been prouder at that moment. With his boyfriend wiping his eyes and nose and blinking his big brown eyes full of care over at the other man, a quiet thank you on his lips. Remy would always be the person he looked up to the most, not fearless but full of fear and he lets it drive him through every moment of his life. Not without Anxiety, to brimming with it, and despite that he was still brave in the face of it.

Remy really would forever be his guiding light, the precedence set for his own bravery. And, the love of his life.

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dauntless-gothamite · 5 years

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When You Love Someone

summary: A character study focused on Billy Hargrove and his family and his relationship with his adopted sister Max. This fic is inspired by the song "When You Love Someone" by James TW. In the fic, you get a better look at the life of Billy, and it shows that things are simultaneously not as bad as they look and so much worse than they seem; it depends how you look at it, honestly.

you can read it on ao3 here.

warnings: mentions of violence, depictions of violence, abuse, major character death, angst

A/N: This is a very angsty fic, and while I tried not to go too in-detail about Billy's abusive past, it got pretty heavy. I wouldn't say it's graphic necessarily, but I put all the warnings in the tags just in case. I ask that you please stop reading if you begin to feel triggered at any point in the story; your mental health is worth much more than a fanfic. Also, this ended up way longer than I meant for it to be, sorry. The title is also the title of the song which inspired me to write this; I do not own the song ( all lyrics will be italicized) nor do I own Stranger Things. Thanks for reading, remember to take care of yourselves, and please enjoy. (P.S. I know this isn't how the song was really meant to be seen, but I'm just focusing on the lyrics here and using this interpretation of them for this pic).

Billy Hargrove had always seen his mom as invincible, kind of like a superhero. She never took shit from anyone, but she didn’t hurt people in the process. She taught Billy to stand up for himself when other kids in his grade would say mean things on the playground, and she never got mad when he came home with a scraped knee from falling off the monkey bars; instead, she made sure he was okay, cleaned up the wound, and told him to be more careful. He loved and trusted her more than anyone else; she was so strong yet so compassionate, and she was Billy’s hero, even if he’d never tell her that. Which is why Billy was so confused when he started noticing bruises on her body, bruises which always showed up in the morning, after his mom and dad had yelled at each other for hours the night before.

Come home early after class

Don’t be hanging ‘round the back of the schoolyard

I’ve been called up by your teacher

She said she can’t even reach you 'cause you’re so far

You’ve been talking with your fists

We didn’t raise you up like this, now did we?

There’ve been changes in this house

Things you don’t know about in this family

Billy started to notice the way his dad always kept an eye on her, and at first he thought his dad was being protective. Eventually, he thought his dad looked at her the way a person looks at a disobedient dog: like he owned her. But people loved their dogs, even when they misbehaved, thought Billy. The bruising became more frequent, more visible, and Billy had a bad feeling he couldn’t identify, so he decided to find out. When he asked his mom about the bruises one day, he said “it’s because daddy loves you, though. Right?” His mom smiled at him, nodded, and pulled him in for a tight hug. Billy thought it was because he guessed right; he thought she was proud of him. It turned out she was smiling because she was saying goodbye. The tears in her eyes weren’t from joy, as he’d once thought, but from pain.

When his mom left, Billy was confused. She told him she loved him, so why did she leave? At first, Billy thought maybe she was on vacation; maybe this was temporary. Maybe she’d come back soon. More time passed, and Billy’s hopes of seeing his mother again faded a little more each day. He started to ask himself why. Why had she left? She did know that he loved her, right? Maybe he hadn’t told her, and she thought he didn’t want to see her. What else could it be? In the back of his mind, he wondered about the yelling, fighting, and bruising, but his mom had told him that was because his dad loved her. She wouldn’t lie to him. She’d never lied to him before, and she wouldn’t have lied . . . right?

When Billy was a little bit older, he asked his dad where mom had gone and why she left. Niel told him to shut up, which confused Billy even more. He tried to speak, but he was met with the pain of fists pounding into him, hard and angry. He thought his dad was yelling “it’s your fault!” but he couldn’t really tell; he was too busy crying. He curled in on himself and let the tears fall long after his dad had stopped hitting him, and at the end of it all, he was more confused than ever. His mom told him that’s what his dad did to express love, but his dad had seemed angry. Not just angry, furious. Maniacal. And love wasn’t supposed to hurt. At least, that’s what he’d thought. Maybe he was wrong; maybe love did hurt, and, as much as it sucked, Billy could endure the pain because it meant his dad loved him.

It don’t make sense, but nevertheless

You gotta believe us, it’s all for the best

It don’t make sense

The way things go

Son, you should know

When Billy started to make friends, his dad never let them come over to his house; Billy always had to go to theirs. He was alright with that, but it made him feel a little unwanted, and it hurt that his dad had no interest in meeting his new friends. He pushed those feelings away quickly because they weren’t important. What was important was that he got to spend time with his friends, who he loved. They would wrestle playfully, tackling each other and passing a ball around, and everyone laughed. Until Billy broke his friend’s nose. They’d all been messing around, having a good time, and Billy had decided to go for it; throw a punch. His fist collided with his friend’s face, and there was a sickening crunch, which was followed by a stream of tears and blood. “Why’d you do that?” his friends asked, horrified.

“Because we’re friends,” Billy replied, casually. That must have been the wrong thing to say because soon after, his dad came to pick him up, and he spent the entire drive home yelling at Billy, who was now no longer allowed to go to his friend’s house.

His dad looked at him sternly and said “that is not how you treat your friends, Billy.” Billy looked up at him with shining eyes, oblivious to what he’d done wrong. All he knew was that it was bad, he didn’t have friends anymore, and he didn’t feel good--not physically; physically, he was fine, but emotionally he was wrecked--he felt guilty as hell.

Sometimes moms and dads fall out of love

Sometimes two homes are better than one

Some things you can’t tell your sister 'cause she’s still too young

Yeah, you’ll understand

When you love someone

Soon after the incident, as Billy and his dad referred to it, Billy’s dad held a “family meeting” in the living room, which had never happened before. Billy walked into the room and was surprised to see a tall, slender woman next to his dad and a short redhead standing off to the side. “What’s going on?” he asked, confused.

“Billy, meet Susan and Max Mayfield. They’re going to be part of our new family.” Billy furrowed his brow.

“What do you mean, new family?”

“I mean, Susan and I are getting married. She is going to be your new mom, and Max is going to be your sister.” Billy stood there, shocked.

“But what about Mom?” he exclaimed, feeling oddly betrayed. “She isn’t dead, and you are just getting married to someone else!” he continued. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, his dad slapped him across the face, and the girl in the corner--Max, he assumed--let out a small gasp of shock.

“Your mother is gone, and she isn’t coming back. She chose to leave, to abandon this family, so stop defending her! Do you hear me?” Billy’s dad yelled, leaning down to stare straight into Billy’s blue eyes, which were full of fear. Billy remained silent, and his dad spoke once more, his voice deadly calm. “I said do you hear me?” Billy nodded anxiously, and his dad clapped him on the shoulder. “Good. Because this is non-negotiable” before walking back to Susan Mayfield, who would soon be Susan Hargrove, and snaking an arm around her waist. He whispered something in her ear and she giggled, as though she’d never witnessed what had just happened.

There ain’t no one here to blame

And nothing’s going to change with your old friends

Your room will stay the same

'Cause you’ll only be away on the weekends

It wasn’t long before his dad--who he’d taken to calling Neil--married Susan. They all lived under the same roof, and Susan now occupied the same spaces his mother used to. She took her seat at the dinner table, her spot in the master bedroom, her role as the glue that held the family together, and she was absolutely terrible at it. She spent the day in the bedroom with Neil, and Billy quickly learned all he needed to know about sex, perhaps even a bit more than he wanted to know. This left him with a lot of free time, which he tried to spend with Max, but it soon became clear that they just didn’t get along. Max was too standoffish, stubborn, and independent, and Billy was too dominating, aggressive, and controlling. Neither Susan nor Neil liked that Max and Billy fought, and ultimately, Neil decided there were just too many bad memories in this house. They were going to move. Both Max and Billy were upset about this; they both had friends--Max more than Billy, but the effect was the same--and they’d started lives here. Billy had gotten into basketball and found a group that liked the same loud, angry music he did. Max had just gotten good at skateboarding and found a nice comic shop to visit. All in all, the kids were not happy about the move. Somehow, this simultaneously brought them closer together and drew them further apart. They felt there was a silent agreement, an unspoken bond, formed in the shared hatred of this new family structure. At the same time, the two had very different approaches to the move, and Billy was not happy about the level of responsibility that his new duty of looking after Max brought.

As they got closer to their last day in California, Billy spent a lot of time thinking, and he kept thinking about the same thing over and over. If the bruises meant his dad loved him and his mom, his real mom, then why didn’t Susan have any? She was the one Neil had chosen to marry; he’d chosen her over his mom, who was still out there somewhere. Marriage was a sign of love. Some might say it is the greatest sign of love. But Billy had been told different, and the situation confused the hell out of him because there was only one answer that explained everything: his mom had lied to him. That realization stung; he’d trusted her with everything--everything. And she’d lied. It wasn’t just a white lie, either. It was huge. Billy had spent so much time feeling guilty, thinking he was the reason his mom left, and accepting each hit as it came, no matter how much it hurt, all because of her. The pain of Neil’s beatings was nothing compared to the realization that the woman he’d idolized his entire life had lied, left, and Billy had suffered as a result. The emotions overwhelmed him, and he now knew with utmost certainty that the bruises did not mean love; they meant anger, hatred, and maybe even fear, and those emotions--the dark, vile, and twisted emotions--were all he felt.

They finally moved, and the town of Hawkins, Indiana turned out to be worse than either of the kids had imagined. Everything sucked. Billy hated the people; no one was into the things he was, and Max was annoyed by the boys who followed her around. The two were forced to spend more time together as their parents kept dumping the responsibility of looking after Max onto Billy, and it only strained their already weak relationship. Billy’s anger came out in violent flashes of impulsive behavior, and it scared Max. Billy could never face his dad, who had started hitting him more frequently and reminding him how worthless he was, so he took it out elsewhere. If he was miserable, then why did the rest of the town get to live in happiness, under the illusion that all families are happy? They shouldn’t, Billy decided. Yet they did, and it made him jealous, which only fed his anger. He beat other kids to a pulp both in and out of school, and he focused on the ones who looked happy, like Steve Harrington. With each kid who suffered at the hands of Billy hargrove came a punishment from Neil. Ironic how the one who’d caused this beat him for it and expected that to make it stop. It really was a vicious cycle.

It don’t make sense but nevertheless

You gotta believe us, it’s all for the best

It don’t make sense

It don’t add up

But we’ll always love you no matter what

Max made friends eventually, but Billy remained the same. He was a loner, a bad boy, a heartbreaker, and a bully. He was too scared to get close to anyone lest they do what his mother did to him. The only one he’d ever truly trusted and loved with all his heart had lied to him and then left. She’d left him alone with a monster, and the only way Billy thought he could avoid that kind of pain again was to be one who never got hurt. In this case, he had to be the monster.

Then the mindflayer came. It possessed him, and Billy was no longer in control of his actions. It was like he watched himself do things, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t prevent himself from doing them. It was a constant battle, and it seemed like he never won. In the back of his mind, he wondered if his increased absence at home made Neil angry, and if so, had he turned that anger onto Susan. Or worse, Max? He didn’t get along with her, that much was true, but he’d never wish Neil’s wrath upon her. She didn’t deserve it, no one did. The number of times Neil had been angry at Max but taken it out on Billy was something only Neil would even know, but both Billy and Max knew it had happened. Max felt guilty every time Billy got beat up, and her guilt caused her to push him away even more. She wouldn’t hurt so much if she wasn’t close to him. So they grew further apart, even though it had seemed it wasn’t possible, they managed, and Billy silently protected Max while Max did her best to stay out of his way. That’s what he said he wanted after all. But underneath the guilt and fear, Max knew it wasn’t what he really wanted, and she couldn’t help but care about Billy. When she learned the mindflayer had taken him as its main host, she cried; she knew it wouldn’t end well, and she blamed herself. She had known about the upside down, and she hadn’t told him, and even though that had seemed to be the right choice at the time, she was now regretting it. Maybe she could have stopped this, if only she’d talked to him, she lamented. But it didn’t matter now; it was too late.

Sometimes moms and dads fall out of love

Sometimes two homes are better than one

Some things you can’t tell your sister 'cause she’s still too young

Yeah, you’ll understand

When you love someone

There were a few times Billy was able to push through the mindflayer’s control, but it wasn’t enough; there was not enough to pull him back to reality. At least, not until the battle of Starcourt Mall. Eleven, the strange girl with telekinetic powers, she’d seen what no one else had: the inside of his mind, and at the center, the happy memory of his mother. Before he knew the truth about his dad. Before everything in his life went to shit. She used that to pull him back to reality, and he cried for his mom, who he’d never truly mourned, for his sister, who he’d never given a real chance simply because of spite, and, lastly, for himself. This wasn’t fair, none of it was. He stood up to face the creature which had somehow made his life worse than it already was, and as he walked out to the center of the mall, looking around, processing, he heard a scream. “Billy!” Max screamed, and Billy acted on pure instinct. He turned around and grabbed the tentacle flying towards him. He pushed back with all he had, using every ounce of anger in his being--which was a lot--against it. He remembered his mom, who he still loved, despite her betrayal. He remembered Max, who he’d been so cruel to, and the way she’d never acted that way towards him. He’d never given her a chance, and even if they’d always fight, maybe they could have gotten along one day; she had enough spirit and strength to break down Billy’s walls, all she needed was more time. He felt the searing pain of more tentacles tearing into him, but his mind focused on Max, his mother forgotten for the time being. She could have been a friend, his family, and his only sister. And he’d wasted it. Now, who would take the hits when Neil got angry? Probably Max, he thought. The world started fading to black around him, but a vivid red splotch blurred before his eyes. “Billy? Billy!” it called, and he realized it was Max. He hoped she knew he didn’t hate her as much as he pretended to. He hoped she knew that when he got mad, she wasn’t usually the reason. He hoped she knew how sorry he was. “Billy, come on; stay with me,” she said, placing a hand on his cheek.

Come home early after class

Don’t be hanging 'round the back of the schoolyard

And if we’re crying on the couch

Don’t let it freak you out

It’s just been so hard

The red splotch that was Max got smaller and the world got darker, and with his final breath, Billy said “I’m sorry.” He didn’t know it, but Max screamed. She cried for him because she felt the same way about him. They could have been friends. They just hadn’t been given the time to get there. She knew that he only resented her for the beatings he took on her behalf, not for all the other stupid things he said he hated her for. She knew he protected her and actually did take his job of looking after her somewhat seriously, which, for Billy, was pretty damn impressive. They loved each other in their own strange way, and Max would spend a lot of time mourning the brother she barely knew. He deserved better, and she knew it. She hadn’t liked the man, but he was her brother, and they did things for each other, and now he was dead. They hadn’t even gotten the chance to really know each other, and what made it worse for Max was that the last thing he ever did before leaving the world was apologize. He had done some terrible things, but he’d never been apologized to and he’d never apologized to anyone, yet, in his final moments, he did just that, to the one person he thought truly deserved it. Had it been anyone else, Billy wouldn’t have bothered. But this was Max, the sister he never realized he wanted. So he did, and she wouldn’t ever know half the things he wanted to say to her. All she could do was sit there in shock, and understand just a small bit of the anger Billy had felt for most of his life. But she would do better; she wouldn’t beat people up. She would do better, both for herself and for him. In her head, she thought ‘I’m sorry, too,’ but she was unable to speak. She was dragged out of the mall, and the rest was a blur. All she could think of were Billy’s blue eyes and the emotion they held as he clung to the final moment of his life, just to apologize.

Sometimes moms and dads fall out of love

Sometimes the best intentions just ain’t enough

Some things you can’t tell your sister 'cause she’s still too young

Yeah, you’ll understand

When you love someone

A/N: Thanks for reading. I really appreciate it; please let me know what you think!

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the-erudite-library · 6 years

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Random Headcanons

- In addition to members of one’s own faction not being allowed to administer their aptitude test, teachers are also not allowed to. the theory is that a personal relationship could compromise the integrity of the tests and stems from a teacher sabotaging tests to protect her divergent students

- Peter is unexpectedly good with kids. He probably has younger siblings, right? Wrong, he’s an only child. His parents are both prosecutors and he personally has never worked with children. He doesn’t even especially care for kids as a concept, but still they flock to him and trust him implicitly. Animals too.

- Tori knew Evelyn, Jeanine, and Andrew growing up. She thought that Andrew and Jeanine were smarmy assholes, but was pretty cool with Evelyn

- The chicago experiment has been been running for about 500 years

- The notion of faction before blood was something that was popularized in the third century after the founders were dead and gone. They would have thought it was complete bullshit because they knew that the damage really truly dividing people could do

- Susan has a massive crush on Tris and has since they were like 13 and is just constantly dropping very obvious hints and internally screaming when Tris fails to pick up on them

- The Bureau that we encounter in Allegiant is just the Chicago branch. There’s a national bureau and international bureau, and experiments both successful (sort of) and failed all over the world. The international bureau is oversight that isn’t really doing its job and takes a very hands off approach as their more out there branches commit egregious human rights violations against the GD residents of the headquarters and those living within the experiments

- Many GD employees of the bureau that live and work within much larger branches find themselves (no matter how well educated they are) slamming into a glass ceiling way too quickly for their liking and many find the solution to be to transfer to more remote branches with less oversight that will give them a little more wiggle room. Many of Nita’s supporters within the bureau were transfers who came out to Chicago in search of that freedom and found themselves sorely disappointed

- Eric has a sister who is 11 years older than him and lives in Erudite. She’s stern, and sharp tongued, and meaner than hell, and she and Eric bicker constantly. He loves her utterly and she just adores him.

- Faction before blood is less of a hard rule and more like a cultural norm. Like, some people definitely think it’s utter bullshit and do as they please and no one can really stop them because what they’re doing isn’t wrong it just seems weird. There are lots of families who meet up outside of visiting day and cross faction lines to stick close to each other. Even some friends do that.

- It’s a taboo to sleep with people in other factions and depending on the faction you can be expelled for it (Abnegation & Dauntless; while Candor and Erudite judge on a case by case basis). But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen and many divergent are the result of inter-faction affairs

- Jeanine’s parents had a crazy dysfunctional marriage and really weren’t great to her either. Her mother was a workaholic who had never wanted kids in the first place but much of the reason that she was so unhappy had nothing to do with Jeanine at all. She was very gay and very in denial of it; part of the reason she worked so much was to dodge her very physically affectionate husband. Her father was a bit pushy and overbearing, though he cared very little for what Jeanine was actually interested in and who she was as a person and was far more invested in her achievements that he could brag about. He also quietly resented his wife both for her frigidity and her refusal to have more kids with him. Despite all of this, Jeanine didn’t have an awful childhood. She knew her parents were a mess and simply learned to tune out their fighting, they were hardly home enough for it to bother her much anyways.

- Neither Andrew nor Natalie had an aptitude for Abnegation. Andrew was Erudite and Natalie was 100% GP, they loved the family they had together and tried to love their faction but they didn’t like it very much. Andrew grew up on the ritzier side of Erudite and some of the quirks that came with that lingered for quite some time and he never quite shook the urge to be nosy. He doesn’t do mindless routine and throws himself into his work constantly because he needs that kind of stimulation in the mundanity of the rest of his life. Natalie handles it a little better but she too gets a restless itch under her skin that just yearns to do something, anything. Tris saw them as the perfect Abnegation but that was because over sixteen years she managed to miss every single one of her parents’ off the wall conversations as they curled up in each other’s arms because the other thing that made the restless energy better was touch as they spoke of everything under the star; and never knew the way that Andrew’s days were an exercise in patience, in listening, in not screaming because he isn’t wired to enjoy mundanity; and the way that Natalie would pace in the living room because she couldn’t run laps until she was ready to pass out like she wanted to.

- Andrew is a stupidly tactile person; he prefers affection through touch and when he was younger this was not in any way restricted to his romantic relationships. Half the reason people thought he and Jeanine were dating was just because he was so all over her all the time and she seemed to enjoy it plenty, or at least she never complained. Suffice it to say, he does not like Abnegation’s aversion to touch at all and it took him a hilariously long time to get into the habit of not just wrapping his arms around Natalie and pulling her close to him for no other reason than he liked her and would like her even more if she were a couple inches closer.

- Jeanine was awful, that’s definitely true, but the guy she learned it from was worse. Norton was a terror, no getting around it; he was actually a pretty nice guy on the surface and got along with most people pretty easily. That was what made the things he did so unbelievable. As a scientist, Norton relished intellectual debate as he felt that it spurred progress; as a politician, he absolutely didn’t tolerate dissent in any form. He went after the Divergent yes, with a vengeance, but he had his detractors eliminated in equal measure indiscriminately. For him there were no other options, every point was a breaking one and he considered every slight intolerable. He was still better than the Dauntless leader he worked with, Max’s predecessor. To say her methods were horrifying to behold would be an understatement. People laughed as the sub-leadership positions seemed to change hands once every couple of years but how no one figured out that Norton and the Dauntless leader were killing people who had doubts about them was one sickening miracle.

- Jeanine, on the other hand, preferred to deal with her problems - the Divergent excluded - in other ways. She didn’t relish senseless violence and after learning who Norton truly was beneath his affable surface, frankly found the man and his methods to be harsh and over the top. If there were ways to find compromises that worked in her favor, she would find them. She believed it was of much greater benefit to her to have an army of puppets than a mass grave. Usually the way she dealt with people who made things complicated was first to offer them a peaceful out, one of those exact compromise that worked in her favor and basically ripped any power they’d thought they had out from under them. If that failed, she would - almost always with a near insulting degree of nonchalantness - blackmail them. Everyone has secrets they would kill to keep and Jeanine made it her business to know every single one of them. If that failed then she disgraced them; dragged the secrets she’d threatened to share and more out before the world and let the press have a field day ripping that poor soul to shreds. If somehow that still didn’t shut them up, then yeah she killed them and was so annoyed that it got to that point that she didn’t even feel bad about it. They’d practically brought it on themselves.

- Dauntless and Erudite don’t have a whole lot in common, but one commonality they do have is that they both believe that absolutely anyone can do absolutely anything if they work hard enough at it. To put it more simply, “It is not a question of if something is possible, but /how/ something is possible”

- Erudite is the culture full of people making memes about their deteriorating mental health. The biggest culture shock for Caleb had nothing to do with the work, or the talking, or the constant questions but the Erudite-born talking about how much they want to die at every inconvenience no matter how slight

- Tori is actually short for Astoria, meaning ‘hawk’

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Double Decker Heroes: Killer Queen and the League of Vigilantes

WARNING: This part may contain mental health related issues that could trigger others. This is also based on stigma happening in Japan, not only related to mental health but to homosexuality too. So this is gonna contain some feels so please proceed with caution! ENJOY!

Later on; Kirill was walking with Kotetsu, Barnaby and Doug. “So…you still OK?” Doug asked. Kirill is irked, “Will you guys please knock it off? Stop trying to baby me, I’m fine! Can we go get lunch? Please?” He snapped. “All right, all right. We’re just making sure that Killer Queen chick doesn’t come and hurt anyone.” Kotetsu said. “Man, aren’t you the adult?” Doug commented. Kotetsu was taken aback, “Wha--?” He stammered. “Well, he is older. Why do you think I call him an old man?” Barnaby teased. “Hey! I haven’t been called that in years!” Kotetsu scolded. “Old Man? Ha! That’s too funny!” Kirill cracked up. “No kidding.” Doug agreed. They both laughed. Kotetsu makes a face of Barnaby who just smiled. Then, Kotetsu chuckled and soon all four of them were laughing—as if they were old friends! As they were walking; all of a sudden the intercom turns on and a familiar voice spoke out that got everyone’s attention: “Hear me Double Decker and my dear heroes…I hope you are listening…This is not a joke, this is not a cartoon…this is the real world. And yet….not everyone can die with bullets. Some of us can still create our own way of justice. But sometimes the bad guys gets away unpunished. They shed no remorse….I’ve been waiting patiently for a world to see how justice is not the way to this system. A lot of people had done horrible things…they’re all going to die.” He smiled sinisterly. Kotetsu was filled with dread, “Don’t do this, Lunatic!” He gasped. Lunatic then says the words to commence the madness: “So….my Legion of Vigilantes….are you ready?” That’s when figures appeared from the shadows. Kirill saw a familiar figure up above: The maiden wore a metallic silver triangle top has contrasting black piping and halter ties with an elongated bust strap that wraps around her rib cage. She also wore metallic silver leggings feature a black crackle print. Over her eyes is a Venetian masquerade mask with black and silver designed around it with rhinestones. “I have a message for those that have wronged the children of a very religious cult called Martyrs of God.” Said Killer Queen. Everyone watch in shock. Her image on the screen smirks. “That you are all going to die….And I want you to look deep into the face of one of the survivor that is going to do it!” The audience begins to shout in protest and anger, her image on the screen smiles. “Trigger...burn it down.” She commands. Trigger standing behind the screen, he smiles. “Oui, moi Queen.” He used his Next powers to murder people in the crowd who are the followers and everyone screamed while running while Killer Queen let out the most insane laugh, the one that haunts Kirill in his nightmares before as the crowd screams in terror as Killer Queen exclaims: “I AM KILLER QUEEN AND I FOLLOW MY OWN CODE OF JUSTICE!!!!” Lawless also steps up, “As you can see, some legends are told. Some turned to dust and are forgotten…but others turned to gold and are admired—they’ll go down in histories…But you, will remember me for centuries.” He said. Lawless smiled a bit, “Mr. Legend…he’s a cherry blossom about to bloom. He looks so pretty but he’s gone so soon.” He said in a dreamy voice. Lunatic turns with a glare on his face, “SILENCE!!! NONE SHALL SPEAK THY NAME OF LEGEND!!!” He demanded. Lawless bowed, “Sorry Lunatic.” He apologized. Then, the League of Vigilance acted out to terrorized the guilty who have done awful things. And then, when it was over—they were gone. At night, Doug and Kirill were at the bar when Michri arrived who looked exhausted and tired but orders a drink. Later; Michri is drunk on liquor, “…And my grandmother is a bitch, she is the domineering hag who thinks that the Akama clan has all the power.” She said, her words slurring. Doug nodded, “I see, that sucks. I never knew that.” He noted. Michri laughs, “Pfft, like you would know! I mean, my sister and I are a disgrace. We’re a bunch of failures all because of the problems we have. We got things with anger that are way too up, mommy dearest can’t help us so what can we do? We have dishonor this family, just because we’re flawed. We got issues that nobody can help us and don’t care about us. They killed one of our siblings once who had these problems…” She laughed darkly. Kirill raised his head up, “What? You’re kidding!” He exclaimed. Michri laughs louder, “Yeah, I am.” She howled. Doug looked concern, “This isn’t a joke, tell me they’ve killed somebody.” He said. Michri rolled her eyes, “I actually overdose on pills once because I’m a messed you bitch!” She said, “And also I had an encounter with a predator at 23 years of age. I know, stupid huh. I was a frail bitch….Bitch, that’s what that friggin’ bitch Pink is. She shouldn’t be called PINK! SHE SHOULD BE CALLED ICE QUEEN, SHE’S NOT EVEN NICE!!!! SHE SHOULD START SLEEPING AROUND AND BE A HOOKER!!!” Michri laughed. Max and Yuri glanced at each other with apprehension. Michri finished her drink as she heads outside. Moments after; Apple runs down the hall, he motions for Max and Yuri to follow. Max and Yuri hurried. “What is the meaning to this?” Boss asked. Max poked her head, “Michri is trying to kill herself.” She said. Doug and Kirill are shocked, “Oh no!” They said in unison as they hurried outside. Michri had the noose almost to her neck, but Doug, Kirill, Max and Yuri stopped her in time. Michri scratched at them while crying and screaming, she is apprehended and drugged. The next thing that occurred is that she is bound to a hospital bed while on a 72 hour watch by Doug and Max. Afterwards, Michri was let go however Max had to request her something. “How come you haven’t gone to therapy?” Max asked. Michri shrugged, “I can’t afford it. And also, the last time I went to therapy…the therapist I had was dismissive, condescending….he even laughed at me.” She replied. Max makes a face, “That sucks.” She commented. “I know.” Michri groaned. At the witching hour around the rooftops of buildings; Lunatic watched over the city when he saw a girl sitting there beside him. “I didn’t see you or hear you come in.” He said. “No, but I’m quite nimble.” The girl said. “What’s your name, angel?” Lunatic asked. The girl turns to him, “Pamina…Pamina Akama.” She replied.

#anime #crossover #tiger and bunny #double decker doug and kirill

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